Samurai Flamenco: Longing for his Smile
Summary: It was hard. Japan had a brand new group of heroes defending them, yet it was hard for Goto to feel happy about it.
A/N: Finished Samurai Flamenco last night and wrote this fanfic. Hope you enjoy <3 It is set during the Flamenrangers arc of the show
It was hard. Japan had a brand new group of heroes defending them, yet it was hard for Goto to feel happy about it.
It was hard seeing Masayoshi’s face on the news every single day. He looked happy with the other Flamenrangers. He had an adorable smile on his face. The one Goto grew to love when he first met the model.
He remembered when Masayoshi would invite him to his house to watch Tokusatsu shows. The sight of Masayoshi’s eyes lighting up at every cool catchphrase was ingrained in Goto’s mind. Along with that smile that softened Masayoshi’s beautiful yet delicate features. Masayoshi’s expressions were more mesmerizing than any of the fight scenes Goto watched with him.
So why did he feel sad seeing those expressions on the television screen? Seeing Masayoshi’s smile locked behind glass, washed out and distorted because of the occasional static that would run across the screen. It made Goto want to punch the screen and let the glass shards dig into his knuckles. It would hurt less than seeing Masayoshi on the news every single day.
Goto wouldn’t change the channel every time Masayoshi popped up. He cared about his friend and wanted to make sure he was okay. Sure he could call him, but what if Masayoshi didn’t pick up? Why would a superhero like him have time for some cop? Samurai Flamenco did not even need the police to clean up after every monster he faced anymore.
Besides, Goto needed his phone to talk to someone else.
“Have you spoken to Masayoshi lately? I keep seeing him on the news,” his girlfriend emailed him. “He is so famous now.”
“Nope. Haven’t heard from him in a while,” Goto emailed back. His girlfriend’s reply was instantaneous.
“Wow, being a superhero makes you super busy. Go-chin you should check up on him.”
“No way, he doesn’t need me right now. I’m busy with work anyways. Besides, I thought you didn’t like me talking about Masayoshi so much.”
“When did I ever say that? You’re assuming things again, Go-chin.”
Mari being in his apartment definitely helped. It was hard taking care of the idol at first, but eventually he got used to her presence. Mari did not have the same delicate expressions that Masayoshi had though. She didn’t have that same thirst for justice that intoxicated Goto. The thirst that made Masayoshi both insufferable and endearing. It made Goto feel like he was suffocating almost, due to the amount of crazy adventures Masayoshi’s antics have caused him. Yet it was suffocation that Goto welcomed. It was not the kind that wrapped around your neck like a noose, but rather the kind that felt like a warm embrace. One that would make you beg for the other person to let go, but secretly you just want to melt in their arms. Because the air they were squeezing out of you made you feel less lonely than you actually are.
It did not matter how many advertisements of Masayoshi’s latest model shoot were posted around the police precinct. It did not matter how many news channels featured his face. It did not matter how many children carried Flamenco Red figurines with them, believing that their hero would one day show up and save them. When was it Goto’s turn to be saved? When was it his turn for his hero to cure his loneliness?
One night, Goto was emailing his girlfriend while Mari was in the shower.
“Would you like to go on a date tonight?” his girlfriend asked. “I haven’t seen you in forever. It will be so much fun!”
Goto was in the middle of typing his reply, when suddenly he heard someone knock on the front door.
“Goto-san?” said a voice on the other side.
Goto got up and opened the door. “Don’t drop in without a warning!”
“Oh, sorry. This is a little urgent.” It was Masayoshi. He had a smile on his face. The same one that made his face look soft. The same one that made his eyes more round, making his pristine blue irises more prominent. A smile that did not cause Goto’s heart to ache, but to feel the warm embrace he usually feels when he is around Masayoshi.
After some commotion involving Masayoshi seeing Mari, Goto invited him inside. With his back turned to Masayoshi, he pulled out his phone and opened his email.
“Sorry, I am busy today. Can we have our date another time?”
He closed his phone and looked at Masayoshi. “So, what did you come to see me for?”
