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[MasudaxTegoshi] Drabbles
Happy Birthday Tegoshi! ♥♥♥ And how else to celebrate, other than posting tegomass drabbles :D?

Pairing: Masuda x Tegoshi
Rating: G - PG
Disclaimer: No, Tego and Massu would not want to belong to me D:


He cocks his head to one side, a look of amusement on his face. "Tegoshi," he whispers, somewhat loudly, "Are you okay?"

Tegoshi sits cross-legged, hands stretched out and resting on his legs, his eyes closed tightly and concentration etched on his face. One eye opens inquisitively in reply to the question. "Please refrain from interrupting my meditation. And, yes."

Sprawled on the floor like a cat, Masuda stretches his hands and crouches on all fours. His head leans closer to Tegoshi's, quite close, until Tegoshi is sure he can hear the older one's heart beat; and he is quite sure his own heart beat is audible too, thumping so loudly. His eyes half-lidded, Masuda turns and leans to the side, blowing air over Tegoshi's ear. The latter shudders, closing his eyes once again, hands clenched.

"What?"

Masuda retreats and gives that ubiquitous smile of his. "I don't think you are," He nods, a wink in place.

---

Tegoshi coughs, inhales, and coughs some more, a few sneezes added in. Masuda impatiently spoon-feeds the warm soup to him, gagging and backing away as the sneezes occur in close proximity. "You're still like a little kid," He angrily says, forcing more soup into Tegoshi's mouth.

Tegoshi makes a face, swallowing the soup with great difficulty, although he grudgingly admits that it is quite tasty. After all, the master chef Masuda Takahisa has made it, with a little sprinkling of "anything and everything that can make you better". Another sneeze follows just as Masuda retreats his hand, and Tegoshi proceeds to cutely rub the handkerchief over his nose. He sees Masuda looking at him with a smile on his face usually reserved for cute little seven year olds, and pouts.

"If I'm the kid," He coughs, "You're the mother."

---

“I like you too,” Tegoshi whispers into Masuda’s ear, the warm air playing with his bangs as they lift them up. His touch lingers on Masuda's arm for a few seconds more, and then it isn't there; Tegoshi isn't there. He is there on the bench across, his hands around a water bottle.

Masuda watches Tegoshi as he sips water from the bottle, taking a break from the practice session for their next live performance. He smiles in response to a unit member's quick joke, his eyes lighting up, those pearly white teeth being shown off. Then his lips firmly press back together, their perfect pink shade contrasting yet complimenting the pale hue of his face. The eyes start wandering around, and abruptly turn to look at Masuda.

Masuda stares back, and the intense look suddenly dissipates from Tegoshi's face as he laughs, his eyes somehow growing bigger as they are lowered. He bashfully looks away, looks back at Masuda, and shyly smiles once more.

The words are still in the air, “I like you too,” innocuous and light, like music. They sound like a dream, echoing through Masuda’s mind, blocking the other thoughts from arrival.

Tegoshi knows he is blushing; his face seems to glow, burn like a house on fire. The others can see it too, and he tries to ignore their obvious glances in his direction, tries to concentrate on the task ahead. But he can’t let that smile off his face, which tries to touch his eyes eagerly. For he knows that he has every right to be happy.

---

Tegoshi gazes at Masuda, napping on the couch during a quick break before they get back to practice. Nestled comfortably on the couch, he leans on his favourite cuddly pillow and falls asleep immediately. A few stray strands fall of his muddy brown hair fall over his face, masking his closed eyes. Tegoshi wishes he could get up and pull away those strands, hold the sleeping boy in his arms. He wishes he could let Masuda rest his head on his lap instead, stroke his hair, and sing him to sleep perhaps.

But Tegoshi knows he can't, he doesn't have the courage to do so.

Tegoshi watches Masuda as he happily performs a duet with Shige in their dressing room. His deep voice matches well with Shige’s, and the chorus shows off their harmony, earning approval even from Ryo. Tegoshi looks away, wishing that he could sing the song with Masuda, that he could harmonize just as well as Shige does, that TegoMasu could be better than ShigeMasu. He wishes he could sing with Masuda so cheerily, outside work, make everyone happy. He wishes he could just hear Masuda singing with him.

But Tegoshi is quite sure he can’t, he doesn’t have the guts to do so.

Tegoshi looks on as Masuda practices the dance steps for their concert, spins swiftly and executes a funny pose. His thumb up, he grins comically, laughter greeting his performance. Tegoshi manages a smile, pleased, wishing he could dance as well as Masuda. He wishes he could dance with Masuda, learn from him, and laugh at his humorous antics. He wishes he could take Masuda’s hands in his, sway to the music, be close to him. He wishes Masuda could make him laugh everyday too; together they could make everyone laugh.

But Tegoshi realizes that he can’t, he doesn’t have the nerve to do so.

He settles, instead, to watch from afar, compliment, but keep his distance. Tegoshi isn’t brave, he can’t do what he wishes; he can’t even express his true feelings. Masuda is way out of his league, and Tegoshi is quite sure that something more than friendship is impossible between a person like Masuda and a person like Tegoshi. So he stays quiet, happy – and yet, sad.