Kis-My-Ft2, Challenging

Title: Challenging
Unit for Points: Bakaleya6
Word Count: 100 x 4
Characters/Pairings: Tamamori/Miyata
Author’s Notes: These food challenges make me feel seriously so bad for them D: But Tama is holding up a lot better than I would, aside from his tamanegi fail. Ganbatte, Tama!

Challenging

Tamamori has never spent nights totally alone before, without his family, or other members in hotels, or even just Miyata nearby. He can do it, he’s not a little kid (or Nikaido), but he isn’t finding it entirely pleasant.

“It sucks!” he blurts to Miyata first chance he gets. “It’s totally boring! Mail me more often!”

Maybe it’s not entirely wise to give Miyata carte blanche, but Tamamori’s mood lifts as soon as he hears his mail chime.

[Sleep tight, my little Tamanegi~ ((((^_^)))] it reads.

Tamamori thumbs half an insult before erasing it. Idiot mails are better than nothing.

*****

“Congrats on being #1,” Miyata says the first moment they manage to snatch alone, sealing it with a kiss.

It feels like ages longer than a week since the last time Miyata touched him, and before he knows what he’s doing, Tamamori has Miyata pressed against the wall, kiss somewhat desperate.

Miyata pushes him back, smiling sheepishly when Tamamori blinks at him in confusion. Doesn’t Miyata know that stupid staff guy might show up any second?

“You totally taste like onions,” he explains, pursing his lips. “Sweet. But…”

“Spicy,” Tamamori sighs, all too familiar. It’s going to be long month.

*****

Tamamori’s already half asleep when he hears the door open. Figuring it’s just staff, he’s surprised the lights don’t go on, more surprised to feel someone drop onto his futon.

“Don’t scream,” Miyata hisses. “I begged a favor from your warden. Had to let him pat me down for food, though. You want to pat me down too?”

“Idiot,” Tamamori whispers, already lifting the blanket for Miyata to crawl in. “They’re recording me! What are—”

“Ah, but the camera can’t see anything with lights out, right? Just the mic. Which you keep showing your food to, by the way.”

Motherfucker.”

*****

Miyata can only stay a few hours, and they don’t dare do much since Tamamori isn’t known for his self-control, but just being able to bury his face in Miyata’s T-shirt and smell something besides onions makes Tamamori feel more like himself.

“Stay.” His grip tightens in Miyata’s shirt when Miyata shifts. “Not yet.”

“It’ll be over before you know it.” Miyata kisses Tamamori’s forehead in apology. “We’ll borrow Kitamitsu’s apartment, eat anything you want, and then burn off all the calories.”

That thought’s the only that pulls Tamamori through when he’s faced with a fridge still full of onions.

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