Ryosuke had a Crush (But Don't Notice me Senpai!) (ii of iii) (original) (raw)

Title: Ryosuke had a Crush (But Don't Notice me Senpai!)
Pairing: Takaki Yuya/Yamada Ryosuke
Rating: PG

Ryosuke purposely brought more food with him the next day and sat at the same spot. Although a small pessimistic part of him thought maybe Takaki had already regretted what happened what with the awkward company and prolonged silence (Ryosuke who's practically the epitome of self-consciousness, which sent him a short bout of remorsefulness), and perhaps off to find outgoing beings who function normally elsewhere instead.

As luck would have it, all of that existed only within Ryosuke’s mind as the young man in question appeared, wordlessly plopping down on the bench beside Ryosuke, though this time giving him a small, genuine smile—which Ryosuke returned, of course.

Ryosuke shyly put an extra melon bread he had bought earlier in a small space that separated the two of them. Takaki took it, before studying the melon bread a little, gave it a sniff (was it his first time trying it?), murmured ‘itadakimasu’ (which Ryosuke thought was cute, don’t ask him why) and gingerly took a small bite (even the way he eats was mesmerising).

To Ryosuke’s surprise, the response to the bread was a simple shrug, and Ryosuke struggled a bit to understand what that meant.

“No good?” Ryosuke spoke for the first time that day.

“Hmm, it’s too sweet.” Takaki murmured but took another bite regardless. “I like milk bread more.”

Ryosuke tilted his head. And then he understood, Takaki’s not much of a sweet tooth, was he? He hummed, maybe he should bring some milk bread to school sometime.

Takaki’s words brought him back to reality. “Thank you though. Here. I brought stuff too. ”

Takaki always brought more than enough food to share, although this time he stayed behind while he and Ryosuke combined their food in the middle and shared them that way.

Ryosuke rather enjoyed the milk bread Takaki had brought.

Takaki gave him a slight smile. “There’s a bakery near my apartment, you should come check it out sometime. I bet they have better melon bread too.”

****

They somehow began a sort-of routine.

Takaki would bring his milk bread, Ryosuke his whatever-bread-of-the-day, but mainly homemade curry bread (since Ryosuke had discovered that Takaki absolutely loved the curry bread, he immediately went to ask his mother for the recipe).

The downside of curry bread, however, is that it was not meant for messy eaters such as Takaki. On one occasion he had subtly gestured to his chin because a dab of curry was left there. Another occasion was when there were stains on Takaki’s uniform and Ryosuke had to remind him to not forget going to the bathroom before class (Takaki seemed to be indifferent to his very glaringly obvious stain on his white shirt, however, and Ryosuke saw several days later that it was to no avail, as Takaki sported the same shirt, although washed this time, the stain was still stubbornly perched there). And most notably on one particular occurrence, when he instinctively reached out to wipe a smudge of curry off of the edge of his senpai’s mouth, at the exact time Takaki’s tongue came out and attempted to do the same thing, only to find Ryosuke's thumb already there.

Horrified, Ryosuke had immediately retracted his thumb. “Uh—sorry, wow, huh… My thumb’s pretty dirty so you better uhh…” He dug down to his pocket, revealing a handkerchief, and immediately shoved it into Takaki’s chest. “Here, just take this. It’s a cheap one from Daiso, you don’t need to give it back to me or anything.”

Takaki blinked, wordlessly taking the handkerchief while Ryosuke wiped his thumb smeared in curry on his trousers.

Ryosuke mentally patted himself in the back for managing to bring his awareness back to his half-finished food and not go into a full-blown panic attack. He silently munched on his food, trying his best to not make any eye contact with the other man.

****

One day, however, he was wordlessly carted off to the rooftop along with Chinen and his little group of friends. There were already a few people up there, and Morimoto immediately reserved a spot in the corner where it’s usually not within people’s line of view when they went to search for a spot to sit so they could have a quiet and private corner.

He silently wondered if Takaki was waiting for him at the usual spot, sending a flutter to his stomach at the thought.

After their little tea-spilling session (the subject being none other than the one and only Takaki-senpai), Ryosuke now discovered little things about Takaki which, if they were true, would be very…dream-worthy. And not the dry-kind either.

An ex-girlfriend of Takaki was a very distant relative of a friend of Okamoto’s. And the latter had helpfully mentioned a few things about Ryosuke’s subject of (very recent) non-dry dreams.

Takaki liked to sleep in the nude, and his, ahem, ding-dong, is huge, apparently.

Ryosuke tried to keep his calm, doing his damnedest to just not…react. To not even be interested. It proved to be quite difficult, however. Especially when the girls started to go on a tangent about why size does matter.

Ryosuke willed his half-erection to stay down, as daydreaming about Takaki’s ding-dong would not be beneficial for him at the moment.

“Yama-chan, you ok? Your face is red.”

“I'm good. It's just so hot today. Shouldn't have worn my vest to school." Inwardly Ryosuke gulped, wishing they'd buy it, although he honestly could give himself an Oscar for not reacting at all to the statement.

“It’s been hot actually,” Nakajima agreed, fanning himself. “Global warming sucks.”

“Oh,” Chinen brightened as if having a eureka. “Speaking of global warming, we should have a school climate strike! Have you guys heard of Greta Thunberg?”

****

The next day, Ryosuke was back with Takaki, eating his lunch at a much more leisurely pace than normal, attempting to drag the moment for as long as he could.

Takaki was more silent than usual. After a few moments of Ryosuke stealing glances, he had come to a surprising conclusion that Takaki was spacing out as he stared down at his onigiri, a rather sombre expression glued to his face.

Ryosuke didn’t know what to make of that, but before he could say (or do) anything, Takaki seemed to sober up, and he resumed his eating. Oblivious to Ryosuke’s attempt at glancing secretively.

Deciding it wasn’t his business, Ryosuke gobbled up his bento (he had western-style bento today) and started to drink his melon soda.

“Which club are you in?” Takaki asked after a while.

Ryosuke hummed. “Photography. You?”

To be honest, Ryosuke wasn’t sure if Takaki was the club-participating type. But then he wasn’t as well until the second year started, so he couldn’t judge.

“Track. Sugiyama-sensei recommended it to me a while back, but I just decided to start yesterday.”

“Track, huh.” Well, that’s interesting. Chinen hadn't shared this piece of information yet so it was a surprise to Ryosuke. It’s a shame photography club is usually in Morimoto’s class, but maybe Ryosuke could persuade Tamamori to have a day or two hunting for photos in the track area. Ryosuke’s mouth curled up into a grin. “You’re tall as fuck, I bet you’re even faster than that Yabu guy.”

“Who, Kota?” Takaki chuckled. “Toudai-worthy, even."

“Doubt it.” Ryosuke contemplated slightly. He hadn't known Takaki and Yabu were close enough by calling the other by his first name.“I heard he’s bad at school subjects, couldn’t even count the hair that’s left off of Takeda-sensei’s bald head”

Takaki grinned. “I’m gonna ask him that the next time.”

“Don’t say it was from me.” Ryosuke grinned like a Cheshire cat this time. “His fan club’s gonna stalk me home and kill me.” He shuddered inwardly, so many guys with their own fanbase in this school, agencies should start picking these guys up to become idols or something.

“If you need a bodyguard, I’ll lend you Choco.”

“Choco?”

“My Chihuahua”

Of course he has a Chihuahua named Choco, if that ain't adorable Ryosuke doesn't know what is. Unless it's an insinuation for something else (like his dick). Ryosuke willed the thoughts away in horror but couldn't help teasing his senpai. “Oh, I’m sure it’s your _Chihuahua…_”

Takaki smiled wider now. “He’ll even bark and stuff.”

Deciding it was not a joke, Ryosuke shook his head. “Nah, thanks. My family would never hear the end of it. I’m not allowed any pets in the house, so…”

“Well, it’s your loss. Choco would make a great guard dog for you.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, though.”

“By the way, I’m free this weekend. If you want to join me for some cake-testing at the bakery I told you about? I don’t have anyone to go with and I’m not even much of a sweet tooth.”

Ryosuke was a hundred percent sure his brain short-circuited after Takaki said that he’s free that weekend, thoughtlessly he replied, however, “Oh...well, sure...”

“Ah, unless you have something to do…”

“I’m single!” Ryosuke exclaimed, before inwardly cursing himself. “I meant I’m free!—um, this weekend.”

What a trainwreck.

“Great.”

Takaki then told Ryosuke his phone number, which Ryosuke recited back to ensure he had gotten the numbers correct on his phone. He most definitely heard ringing in his ears by how excited he was about obtaining Takaki’s phone number, but he tried to shrug it off.

Before the bell rang, Takaki decided to go back to class first because he had to do something to someone (Ryosuke couldn't even bother to understand since he blanked after Takaki invited him out.

“Oh, and by the way,” Takaki turned around with a smirk after a few steps. “You being single actually works in my favour, so I guess it's a date then.”

(By the time Ryosuke went back to the class, he was silently hyperventilating at the fact that he and Takaki just planned a date.

He honestly blacked out a little while talking to the other person, so he hoped he didn’t say anything weird or out of line, but he kept pinching his arm throughout the day as a confirmation that it wasn’t a dream).

It wasn’t.

A/N: Rating will go up next chapter ya'll :>