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Tomoya, musician. I surpassed the five stages of grief and astral projected straight into hell.

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[Takeru] Happy New Year Tomo-kun! I hope 2018 will be an amazing year for you.

It’s already amazing ‘cause Take-chan’s greeted me for it! Happy New Year, man. I hope your 2018′s all happy an’ healthy an’ that you get to make ya dreams come true.

Stay in m’life, y’hear? I don’t wanna hafta resort to kidnappin’ to get you to keep bein’ ‘round and lovin’ me and givin’ me attention an’ shit!

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taiyou-no-uta:

/he placed the paper bag on the table, taking out a bento box; There’s tenpura. I got some soup too, the classic cold remedy.

Mm we play those songs so much I swear I could play ‘em in my sleep. /he scoffed, taking a seat next to his best friend; I’m waitin’ for that big break to come again.

Mary-san better let us write a song for the Olympics or I [cough] swear to God. Like, if Arashi ends up singin’ about the pride of Japan or some shit instead of us, I’m gonna...

[He’s really got to start bitching about other things. Their manager’d already gotten cross with him for looking so dead during Kouhaku, the Countdown -- Tomoya didn’t need to make it worse.

He sniffs again, shifting to rest his cheek on Masahiro’s shoulder.]

...tch. I gotta stop thinkin’ ‘bout this shit.

Did’ja make beef broth?

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Happy new year!

Happy New Year!

Hoping for your support and friendship in 2018 too, Maki-tan! ‘s been a real blessin’ to have ya in m’life all proper-like, instead of just as a co-worker.

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(SMS) Merry Christmas, Puppy.

[TXT] su[TXT] per[TXT] maru![TXT] merry christmas to you too i love you

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taiyou-no-uta:

/he immediately makes his way over to the man sprawled on the floor; I brought your favorites. Y’need to keep your strength up.

The sickies really got you this time na?

Uhuh. [Sniff, sniff. Not being out of the house means Tomoya doesn’t need to wear a mask, and his nose is drippy but also sore from how much he’s had to blow it so far.]

‘s not like the hectic schedule made it any better, either.

[This one comes a little resentful:] ...even if all we did was Ambitious and Love You Only, again.

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[Mabo] /he steps into Tomoya's house, having used the spare key; Tomo I'm here. I brought you stuff for your cold.

[Predictably, Tomoya is sprawled miserably on the floor.

It has been a rough few weeks for him.]

Mabo... [He sounds just as miserable as he looks.] Did you bring food, too?

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@taiyou-no-uta

When the cameras stop rolling and the other three become distracted by the seeds on their Shinjuku rooftop, Tomoya quickly moves to kiss Masahiro's cheek while they're crouched together, slipping a small gift into Masahiro's jacket pocket. It's risky, but he can't help it, especially as it's turned midnight. "I love you," he whispers; there's a beaded bracelet inside of garnet and rose quartz, and a flash drive with an .mp4 of Tomoya singing a song just for him in it. "Merry Christmas, darling."

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[Mabo] Merry Christmas, you beautiful bastard.

Aaaah, don’t call me beautiful! You know what that does!

…but merry Christmas to you too, Mabo. Y’even beautifuller bastard.

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taiyou-no-uta:

Masahiro couldn’t recall the last time he had seen something so mesmerizing; the way Tomoya licked the drummer’s essence off his fingers, the satisfied look and the flushed cheeks. I fuckin’ love that man.

Finally Masahiro’s lips reached Tomoya’s own with a soft, lazy kiss. “The things y’do to me..” Following a playful nip on his lower lip, Masahiro deepened the kiss a little. Tongues moving together as he pressed closer. “It’s like we just released years of tension na?”

“Years?” Tomoya echoed, his breaths calming as he wrapped his arms around Masahiro and tugged him close. His leg hooked over his waist, keeping him in place, and with a small smile Tomoya kissed at Masahiro’s ear, at his temple. “Mm... ‘s that how long it’s been?”

He was teasing, of course. Whether it was love or sex or anything at all there’d always been a little inkling of feeling -- Tomoya’d been crushing harmlessly on Masahiro for years when they were kids, for crying out loud, and as embarrassing as it was that sort of thing tended to linger.

He touched the tip of his nose to Masahiro’s, quietly pecking at his lips. It wasn’t nearly as passionate, but the innocence of it was its own kind of love.

“I don’t know if I wish it’d happened sooner.” Their noses rubbed together quietly. “...but this feels close to perfect.” The corners of his eyes crinkled. “As perfect as it can get f’bastards like us.”

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I don’t know what the future holds. All I know is that I want you in it and that’s the only thing I care about.

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[ ok you guys reply too fast for me.........i’ll probably take a hell of a lot of time to reply to like... anything because i’m still on this punkass trip and the holidays are too intense for me to keep up with shit

but please know i love you all and i love your characters and our interactions i’m just sorry i can’t reply as promptly as i’d like,,,,,

all the things i owe are drafted and i’ll be queuing them when i finally reply!! ]

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the sound of high heels on the pavement as you walk is the ultimate power trip, like you could be buying milk or on your way to assassinate someone

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rikaxizumi:

The blackout had been a surprise and while she was comfortably seated on the couch it was Tomoya who had gotten caught while venturing out.  Somehow his fear of the dark scratched at a memory as if he had told her in a passing conversation but she hadn’t considered how frightened it made him.  Mii-chan was silent at her side and she remained there as if she knew her owner couldn’t see her and that this would pose a problem.

Rika called out to him in her offer of comfort and to guide him back to his spot so they could wait out the darkness and he could feel safe.  She couldn’t tell exactly how far he was but the shakiness in his voice made it feel like he was much too far for her own comfort.  The shuffle of his feet were loud in the quiet of the room and she waited until she thought he was closer but that didn’t happen.  The way he said I can’t  made her concern grow even more and it physically hurt her realizing the state he was in. “I’ll come to you okay?”

She lifted herself up from her spot and put her hands out enough so she could feel before running into something.  It wasn’t completely black since her eyes had adjusted and Rika swore shapes were at least a visible haze.  A few more steps and fingertips pushed into something or more so what felt like Tomoya’s chest, made even more evident by the pace of which it would rise and fall. Finding his arm she ran her hand down to take his and gave it a squeeze. “We’ll get back to the couch together. You can curl up and rest in my lap and just relax.  You’re okay..” she reassured as she walked just ahead of him as if to be the buffer between him and anything bad.

The couch hit her shin and instead of a noise Rika made a face from the sharp pain. “It’s here,” she stated quietly while sitting down and taking the blanket in front of her with her free hand so she could place it over him when he laid down.  “Plenty of room, Bumblebee.  Get comfortable okay?”

Maybe he ought to feel embarrassed, standing as tall as he was and rendered not only speechless, but also motionless. Nearly three decades since he left for work and never returned and Yoshitaka Nagase’s voice still filtered into his mind -- big baby, aren’t you, what kind of man are you going to be if you’re scared of little things like these -- and Tomoya shivered for more reasons than the fact that Rika’s touch was too gentle on him, too subtle, too small. Did he truly deserve to be touched so kindly?

Any response Tomoya made was delayed, his mind having been reduced to some sort of flat-lining nonsense. Had he been hooked up to any life-saving machines, there was no doubt the hospital would be in some form of emergency at the state of him. Before he knew what was happening his back was on the sofa, and Rika’s hands were tucking him in (when was the last time he’d been treated this nicely by a girl? Why did it matter?), and he looked up in the murky dark as if he could see her face -- but, of course, he could not.

Another thing to hate about the dark, he supposed. Making out just the shape of her, Tomoya’s gaze remained fitted upward.

Then he remembered.

“Did you hurt yourself?” Even this left him in the smallest, most frustrating little measures of sound. Despite the fact that Rika was doing her best to make him feel safe (and it wasn’t as if it didn’t work), in the end his body was still trying to catch up to any realisation that things weren’t as bad as he presumed. Tomoya couldn’t move from his position, still stuck and frozen without any prompting, but at least he was speaking without any completely terrible stupor.

He was too stiff under the blanket. Blackouts could go to hell.

“Wasn’t there... I heard a thud...”

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RUDO 2 • 3 2018

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“No point in lyin’ when you’re lookin’ like that,” the words may have seemed harsh all on there own, but there was a familiarity to his tone. Perhaps even a strange softness, rare to find on his off days. But coincidences weren’t the sort of thing he tended to overlook these days after all the talk of fate from overhead. That and the fact Tomoya was quite literally hunched in the parking lot smattered with cars closer to the studio entrance; big hands cradling his face, barely hiding his stubble. 

The tension in the air kept him from grinning entirely, deciding to join the younger with a hunch of his own. Dio made a point of ignoring the crinkle of his knees and hoped to high hell the other man would do the same. Hobbled on his heels, he craned his head like that would do the trick, aiming to catch an expression; anything to signal that the older man was in fact right. He liked being proven right, but if anyone asked it was concern; which wasn’t entirely wrong. The sounds from the street filtered in, heels clacking somewhere on cement, but it was Tomoya’s exhale that brokered through the short space between them.

“Get over ‘ere b’fore I redact this shit.” Brash in his offer, it was the only way he knew how to let his shoulders loosen, broad arms reaching around the other man in a show of ease and short understanding. Not an overly affectionate man, not when it came to him so sudden, so he let brown fingers sparse through the back of the other’s dark hair if only to pinch the skin beneath; teasing where his arms squeezed. “Just so we’re clear ‘ere. You’re shit at hidin’.” He meant it in more ways than one.

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Tomoya laughed despite himself, his body leaning into Dio’s touch far easier than his whining gave the impression of (the pinch had him flinching, just a little, but in the end a warm feeling of being cared for settled in his stomach like he’d just drank an entire bowl of soup).

His head shook from side to side, a quiet ‘I know’ escaping him as his face settled into the dome of a strong shoulder. He and Dio had fun -- that was what their dynamic was supposed to be, as far as Tomoya could tell -- but little things like this meant more than he knew how to put into words. The dimensions of friendship, or something: equal parts enjoyment and support. Tomoya supposed he could ask how the hell it was Dio found him, but the man had a tendency to do so with a frightening ease he’d learned was better not to question.

How Dio came into his life didn’t matter so much as the fact that he was there to begin with. That being said, Tomoya’s arms wrapped around the body close to his own, clinging onto him as if Dio was the older brother he never had (and in a way, maybe he was).

“I promise I won’t tell anyone how mushy y’are,” he said, as if he wasn’t the one who was, quite literally, in the middle of a stress-induced breakdown. Tomoya’s smile was small, but pressed into Dio’s shoulder, and he took in a scent that’d become far too familiar over the years of here-and-there meetings. He used to wonder how it was Dio could manage to smell like grapes so often, and so steadily, but now it was just comforting, as was everything about this.

Dio might not be the type for affection, but Tomoya soaked it up like a sponge did to water. Not enough of it and he’d dry right up.

“...thank you.” And then, a little sheepishly, “You’re... a serious lifesaver, y’know?”

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taka-oneokrock:

Takeru watched his best friend closely and his behavior showed him clearly that he was lying to him as he said it was fine. The driver loved to tease Tomoya whenever he could, but he would never tease him about his fear of thunderstorms. Every person had something they were afraid of and it didn’t matter how old you got.

Takeru didn’t like seeing his best friend like that and he just wanted to help him, but maybe he didn’t chose his words very wisely. He waited for a little while, but since the thunderstorm didn’t show any sign of stopping soon he decided he needed to do something.

The male got up and grabbed a blanket before sitting next to Tomoya on the floor. He put the blanket over his best friends shoulder before rubbing his back in a friendly manner. “There is no need to be sorry. It’s okay to be afraid sometimes. I promise I won’t tell anyone about tonight.” He tried to reassure the older male and kept rubbing his back.

“If you don’t want to snuggle with me that’s alright, but I will be there for you no matter what you say.” He added and smiled warmly at his best friend. “Maybe I should go and see whether I have a pair of earplugs you could use so the thunder won’t be so loud anymore.” He suggested, hoping he could help the other to relax a bit. Takeru cared about Tomoya and he hoped he knew that.

Takeru’s presence helped more than Tomoya could put into words -- and on that note, he decided perhaps it’d be best not to ruin the warmth of his staying by Tomoya’s side by uttering any needlessly clumsy phrases. The blanket felt nice and worn over him, as if Takeru’d used it many times before, and Tomoya managed a quiet laugh as he shook his head from side to side.

The issue wasn’t really the idea that some inane fear of thunder would make its way into the public sphere of knowledge. Tomoya just hated that he had to be so scared of such stupid things, that Takeru had to make so much effort for him just because loud noises made turned him into a frightened fool.

“I don’t need--” Another crash and Tomoya flinched, instinctively moving to lean his face into Takeru’s arm as he let out a shaky breath. “Damn it...”

It was affecting him far more than he was giving it credit for, the fucking storm. Tomoya shivered, arms wrapping around Takeru’s middle as he clung onto him (but not without some modicum of embarrassment -- how old was he, seven?). “M’sorry, Take-chan...

“I... might hafta cling onto ya after all.”