Kis-My-Ft2, 7x Kisumai Wishes the Door Had Been Locked

Title: 7x Kisumai Wishes the Door Had Been Locked
Unit for Points: Kis-My-Ft2 (Beat this, Arashi)
Word Count: 7 x 100
Characters/Pairings: Kis-My-Ft2, Yara, a few members of A.B.C.-Z, and Shigeoka Daiki.
Author’s Notes: Shigeoka Daiki is the kid who had the WU message about locking Miyata in a dressing room, but apparently thought he was with Fujigaya rather than Kitayama. Um, lol? How do you even confuse them wut. All of these can stand alone, although it’s probably funnier to see them as a series.

7x Kisumai Wishes the Door Had Been Locked


“So,” Kitayama leans on the door casually, as if it’s just convenience and not his weight holding it shut, “you’re Shigeoka-kun, right?”

“Ah…” Shigeoka’s eyes dart from Kitayama to the door, wavering between wary and amused, “…yes, senpai.”

“THIS IS WRONG,” Miyata yells through the door.

Amusement wins, and Shigeoka grins. “Isn’t he in your unit, senpai? Is that okay?”

“Don’t worry about that guy.” Kitayama steps forward to ruffle the kid’s hair.

A second later, when the door slams into his back and knocks the breath out of him, Kitayama remembers that dressing rooms don’t lock from the outside.


“We don’t have to!” Senga tries to protest, but Goseki is already cheerfully dragging him down the hallway.

“Don’t be stupid, I’m sure Tsuka’s in here.” Goseki pushes Senga towards the door. Senga grabs the knob, and gives an internal sigh of relief when it won’t turn.

“It’s locked,” he reports. “It’s not important, I’ll find Tsuka-chan la—”

“But the lock on this one’s broken, isn’t it?” Goseki gives the knob a sharp twist, then pushes the door open. He grins toothily at Senga.

“Tsuka-chan, look who it is!” Yara’s voice calls. “You came to play too, na, Senga-chan?”


Initially, Miyata had been nervous about working with Yara.

The others had told him not to worry about it, although he hadn’t felt terribly reassured after Tsukada had added, “But watch out for his ‘extra sense.'”

“What.” Miyata frowned.

“Just…lock the door if you’re naked?”

It all made sense now, of course, now that it was too late.

“Y-yara-senpai!” Miyata exclaimed, grabbing at something to cover himself.

“Hm, I came in here to convince you to call me Yaracchi,” Yara hummed, shutting the door behind him, “but I think I just changed my mind. Let’s keep it ‘Yara-senpai,’ hm?”


He’d be the first to admit the first time was his own damned fault, and the second time there HAD been a leopard-print scrunchy on the doorknob, although he hadn’t realized he was sharing a room with a bunch of little girls.

The third time, though, Yokoo’s had enough.

“Aw, what’s wrong?” Fujigaya drawls lazily while Yokoo glares at them. “Afraid I’m stealing all the good kouhai?”

“You should try getting here earlier then,” Nikaido puts in helpfully as he tugs his boxers back on.

You,” Yokoo snaps, “should try locking the door!

“Damn,” Miyata sighs behind him, “late again.”


“AGH,” Fujigaya says when he pushes the hotel room door open, “MY EYES.”

Senga squeaks, trying to hide under Nikaido (not that he could get any further under Nikaido). Nikaido just rolls his eyes.

“Like you weren’t doing even freakier shit in your hotel room not fifteen minutes ago.”

“It’s not that I’ve never seen it done before,” Fujigaya sniffs, “it’s that I’ve never seen it done so badly.”

There’s a pause as Senga and Nikaido digest that.

“Just get over here,” Nikaido finally says. “And close the damned door, or next there’ll be half of A.B.C.-Z in here.”


“MIYACCHI!” Tamamori yelps when he turns around and finds Miyata standing casually in his shower stall.

Miyata just smirks and puts a finger to his lips.

“What are you doing in here?!” Tamamori hisses, trying to ignore the way heat flares everywhere Miyata runs his eyes down Tamamori’s skin.

“Playing dirty.” Miyata laughs at his own joke, and Tamamori glares harder. He’d kick Miyata if he wouldn’t slip on the tile and crack his skull.

Instead he doesn’t do anything as Miyata grabs his wrists and pushes him back against the wall, except wish the damned shower stalls had locks.


“Are you talking to your food?” Shigeoka demands, snickering, and Tamamori’s cheeks go pink.

But before he can even open his mouth, Nikaido reaches over and cuffs the back of the kid’s head. “Oi, does your unit have concerts? No? Che, you’re a hundred years too young to mouth off to mine then, idiot.”

“Nika!” Tamamori says, moved.

“Whatever,” Nikaido hunches his shoulders against Tamamori’s warm smile. “No one picks on Kisumai except Kisumai.”

“And us!” Kawai grins.

Nikaido ignores him and turns to punch Senga in the shoulder. “What’re chibiko doing in here anyway? Lock the door next time!”

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