Kagiura never really knows what to do with himself at gallery openings. He's the tallest person in the room, a given when he's anywhere other than the court, but he's also the least stylish in his off-the-rack black slacks and Oxford shirt. A woman walks past him in a dress hemmed with feathers, gushing too loudly about the brilliant talent on exhibit here, the finesse and skill shown off in the paintings. She's tugging a man along behind her, his sequined coat lapels sparkling in the very fancy lighting. He makes bewildered eye contact with Kagiura for a brief moment, but Kagiura meets the implicit judgement with a smile. That woman is right, after all; Niibashi is brilliant.
When Niibashi is done playing at humility while basking in the light of this woman's praises, Kagiura goes to his side and presses a new flute of champagne into his hands. Niibashi accepts the glass warily.
"Where's mine from earlier? I'd already had a sip."
"I finished it," Kagiura murmurs back, using his now free hand to tuck a loose tress behind Niibashi's ear. He likes that even when Niibashi spends hours pinning it into place, it's always unraveling by the end of the night.
Niibashi swats his hand away. "How many have you had?" he asks, dropping his voice down to a hiss.
"Two," he answers, only to tack on, "and a half," when Niibashi's brow goes up skeptically. Kagiura giggles. "I'm not drunk, I promise."
"You'd better not be. I didn't invite you here to embarrass me."
"Technically, you didn't invite me at all. You just mentioned it in passing once."
Niibashi rolls his eyes, but Kagiura knows him well enough to know it's mostly affected. "So you acknowledge that you're here of your own will."
He has to lean in to be able to press his nose to Niibashi's temple. "Yes, because you would've been sad if I didn't come."
"I would not."
Kagiura giggles again. "You're such a bad liar," he observes, pleased that Niibashi is allowing himself to be pulled in against his chest. "And anyways, I like coming to these."
"Now who's the bad liar," Niibashi scoffs. "I know you're miserable here."
Kagiura spins Niibashi in his arms so that he can look at his face properly. He could explain how wonderful it is to watch Niibashi receive admiration for the work he agonized over. How beautiful he looks now, sparkling under these fancy lights and adulation. But Kagiura's tongue is light with champagne bubbles and he can't quite put any of it into words.
He moves slowly, giving Niibashi plenty of time to pull away if this is too public for him, too close to disrupting his art world, his career. But Kagiura's lips find Niibashi's all the same, and the kiss is sweet and warm and wonderful.
You thought I was done with SSMYHRKG Rarepair Week?
There's a part 2 to my KagiBashi series.
I had to let these boys have a proper night together and spill all their pretty little feelings on each other.
Check out Obvious, the 18+ continuation of part 1 in the series Rapport.
After an unintended confession, Niibashi and Kagiura become entangled with one another. Niibashi, worried that this could all end before it even started, tries to keep Kagiura quiet. However, it's never easy to silence the hopeless romantic who needs to make his intentions clear.
finally got back into hirano to kagiura and just read the niibashi extra chapter and OH MY GOD 🥹 niibashi ily even more bro. hes so me fr. yk when i was writing my kagibashi fic i thought i was just projecting my insecurities abt how coarse i talk sometimes idk how to explain it.. but no! its canon! i assumed right! anws it fed my starving kagibashi heart dont judgee. cause wdym kagis like that and noticed niibashi dozing off and exactly when and niibashi saying seeing kagi happy makes him happy. its like me fr. i had a crush on this girl who i was and am very close friends with and she would talk to me abt her love life and id give her advice, much like niibashi, so much so its kinda ironic. and despite that i was still so happy for her bcs she was BEAMING. even if it did sting sometimes
knocking gently on your door I am curious about sunny!!! very mood, title with exclamation marks, don't know what fandom it is but 👀 And I must ask for ssmyhrkg for the people. Pick your favorite. Or all of them. But also kagibashi 🥺
hi! (＾∇＾)ﾉ♪ omg these are such nice picks!! ok lemme go in order:
first: idk if you play/like honkai star rail, but sunny!!! is a wip for the sequel of a transfem sunday set up fic i wrote a few months ago! (人 •͈ᴗ•͈) in my fic she likes being called sunny, and this one is meant to be like. the development of her realizing and accepting how she is! not including a snippet here because it'll get a little long and idk if you're into the game at allbxjbdksc but if you want to read a snippet just tell me c:
second: the ssmyhrkg ones!!! i'm still working on the getting together fic, it'll be multi-chapter :3c and will be v detailed on each otheir struggles and feelings as the relationship develops between them, especially because they'll have some conflict once they start catching on to what is happening. bonus info! it has long-hair hirano :Dc
third: kagibashi! mostly nsfw for now but we'll see where my brain takes me later 🫡 basically, i've been wanting to write kagibashi for a while but didn't get the full brainworm effect until recentlybzjbdnz so, the setup is that hirano is curious about if kagi has ever felt genuine attraction towards anyone else (no jealousy, just genuine curiosity), one thing leads to the other, he manages to convince kagi to fuck niibashi if they both want to, but he wants to watch. the focus is mainly kagibashi but tbh it'll kind of evolve to a kagihirabashi threesome with how my thoughts are goingbzkvdjsbx
snippets for the ssmyhrkg one and the kagibashi one under the cut!!! will try to separate them as well as i can 🫡
(and for anyone else, if you're curious about a wip you can go to this wip meme post and pick one to ask about!)
ssmyhrkg:
When they get to the kitchen, Hirano finally understands why Miyano seemed so uncertain.
There’s pastries everywhere. Everywhere. Every single surface where a tray or plate with pastries can be placed, has at least one on it. In the center of the small-scale bakery that his friends’ kitchen turned to, Sasaki is sitting on a chair at the table. His back is visibly tense, and his head is resting in his hands.
It’s a somewhat heartbreaking sight, and Hirano steps up to him to try to cheer him up. It’s his first time seeing his friend in years, he wants to reassure him that he’s glad to see him, pastries or not.
“Hey, it’s been a while,” Hirano greets him. The ginger relaxes at feeling a friendly hand on his shoulder, and looks up. There’s bags under his eyes, but Hirano is glad that this doesn’t seem to be one of his worst crises. Those had been… tough to help with, back in highschool. “How are you?”
“Well,” Sasaki sighs with a self-deprecating smile, gesturing at the state of their kitchen. His boyfriend is currently running around, wrapping and packing half of the pastries. Even with just half left out, it looks like a lot. “Could be better, but not the worst. I’m sorry about our dinner.”
With a promise to be back in a few minutes, Miyano steps out of the apartment with his arms filled with containers. Surely, he’s on his way to give their neighbors a very pleasant surprise.
“Nothing to be sorry for, all of this looks delicious,” Hirano states. At Sasaki’s skeptical expression, he pulls up his texts with Kagiura, showing his friend the string of excited kaomojis and heart emojis in response to the information on their dinner menu. “And someone is extremely excited to come eat a good chunk of these.”
The texts pull a warm, relieved smile out of Sasaki. It leaves Hirano a bit perplexed; he knew Sasaki doesn’t mind Kagiura, but he didn’t think he was fond enough for a smile like that.
Then again, he figures that as a baker you don’t just give big boxes of your best bread for free to someone you don’t feel at least some affection for.
“I’ll say though, I don’t think our blood sugar can sustain a lot of dinners like these. Our thirties probably won’t be that generous,” Hirano continues. The comment almost makes Sasaki feel down again, until he hears the rest: “So, how about we prepare it together next week? And the weeks after, assuming this all goes well.”
“Well, if you insist. It will be nice to cook together,” Sasaki accepts the offer. Now that he’s more calm, he takes a second to look at Hirano. Putting aside the obvious subtle changes that come with getting older, he’s glad that Hirano hasn’t really changed. Or well, not for the most part. “You let your hair grow out?”
As if just reminded of its existence, Hirano pulls his low ponytail forward to show the length. “Oh, yeah! At first I was too lazy to get it cut, but then Kagi-kun really took to it.”
A large hand comes up to gently hold the end of the ponytail, and Sasaki hums pensively. “Do you ever style it differently? A braid or something?”
“Ah yes, mostly because of Kagi-kun. He’s pretty good at it thanks to his sisters,” Hirano explains. Before they can continue their conversation, Miyano comes back with his hands empty and a satisfied expression.
“Oh! Right, I didn’t comment on it before, but long hair really suits you, Hirano-senpai!” Miyano gushes when he sees Sasaki admiring it. They expect him to continue, but instead he changes subjects. “Unrelated, but I gave the last box to this really tall stranger at the end of the hallway-”
Just then, the doorbell of the apartment rings.
Hirano quickly checks his phone, and heads toward the door before remembering that this isn’t his own apartment. He stops awkwardly and points toward the door. “Ah, that must be Kagi-kun…”
With a nod, Sasaki stands up and joins Hirano at the door along with Miyano. The blond can practically feel Miyano vibrating with excitement behind both of them, extremely thrilled at finally meeting the fabled boyfriend.
Sasaki opens the door, and has to stifle a laugh at seeing a wide-eyed Kagiura happily munching on a ham and cheese croissant. He’s nicely dressed and his hair looks a bit damp still, clearly having hurried there after a post-practice shower.
“Hi, Kagiura-kun,” Sasaki greets with a gentle smile. He passes a napkin to the taller man, which he gratefully uses after taking the last bite.
“Hello, Sasaki-san!” Kagiura answers cheerfully. The ginger makes space for him to come in, and the tall man does with a small bow.
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kagibashi:
Niibashi looks up from his sketches, his face warming up at the feeling of Kagiura’s hand on his thigh. He turns to his best friend with a scowl, ready to ask him what the fuck he’s been doing today and to rip him a new one if the answer isn’t good enough.
But those dark, round eyes stare at him with such intensity that not a single word makes it out of his parted lips. The brunet looks at him intently, studies his expression. Niibashi lets out a breathy, questioning noise when those long fingers move higher, tracing along the inseam of his jeans.
The artist is too lost in the sensations, his long-buried attraction and Kagiura’s expression that he doesn’t notice how close his friend is until it is too late.
“What are y-” Niibashi’s whispered question gets cut off with a kiss. He knows he should be freaking out, pushing Kagiura off him, hell, probably yelling at him too. But the grip on his thigh is a little desperate, and the brunet’s other hand is buried in his hair, so Niibashi melts into it instead.
They make out for what feels like an eternity, and Niibashi is now more acquainted with Kagiura’s tongue and the inside of his mouth than he ever thought he would be. At one point the hand on his thigh moves to his waist, easily pulling him closer so he’s straddling Kagiura’s lap.
There’s a minuscule part of the artist’s brain that is screaming at him, warning him of a very important detail he’s overlooking, but Niibashi feels too good to pay it attention. He loops his arms around Kagiura’s neck to pull him impossibly closer, driven crazy by the fact that his friend is so fucking huge it feels like he hovers over Niibashi even with his vantage point on the man’s lap.
That detail his brain has been trying to cling to doesn’t stay in the background for long. For some strange reason, Niibashi feels the urge to open his eyes and glance in the direction of the other sofa.
Panicked fuchsia eyes directly meet Hirano’s bright blues, the man leaning over the back of that sofa. Watching both of them intently.
Violently, Niibashi pulls away from the kiss and pushes Kagiura as far as their positions can allow. He feels the instant build up of dread fill his stomach, making him so nauseous he thinks he’ll pass out. For the first time in years, his vision blurs slightly with tears.
Kagiura is taken, practically married. Niibashi should have never reciprocated that kiss. How could he just go along like that? How could he be so stupid-
His thoughts only scramble more when he turns to look back at the blond. Hirano frowns at them, though there’s a distinct lack of anger or betrayal in his expression. He just looks kind of impatient. Is that a fucking pout? “Why did you stop? The view was great.”
Dazed, Kagiura looks from Niibashi to his boyfriend, and back. Then his eyes widen, and his expression turns sheepish. “Ah, I think I got carried away. I may have forgotten to… explain.”
“You forgot to- Akira! No wonder he looks so scared,” Hirano groans, one of his hands coming up to rub at his temple.
Tbh I like them much better as friends/unofficial love consultant haha but on the other hand.......what if Niibashi had a crush on Kagi and is resolved to suffer in silence while having to watch Kagi fall stupid in love with Hirano 👀
But on a less angsty note, they'd probably be really fun as a couple lol
