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Title<\/b>: Challenging
\nUnit for Points<\/b>: Bakaleya6
\nWord Count<\/b>: 100 x 4
\nCharacters\/Pairings<\/b>: Tamamori\/Miyata
\nAuthor’s Notes:<\/b> 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! <\/p>\n
Challenging<\/b><\/p>\n
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. <\/p>\n
“It sucks!” he blurts to Miyata first chance he gets. “It’s totally boring! Mail me more often!”<\/p>\n
Maybe it’s not entirely wise to give Miyata carte blanche, but Tamamori’s mood lifts as soon as he hears his mail chime. <\/p>\n
[Sleep tight, my little Tamanegi~ ((((^_^)))] it reads. <\/p>\n
Tamamori thumbs half an insult before erasing it. Idiot mails are better than nothing. <\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
“Congrats on being #1,” Miyata says the first moment they manage to snatch alone, sealing it with a kiss. <\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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? <\/p>\n
“You totally taste like onions,” he explains, pursing his lips. “Sweet. But\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6”<\/p>\n
“Spicy,” Tamamori sighs, all too familiar. It’s going to be long month. <\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
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. <\/p>\n
“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?”<\/p>\n
“Idiot,” Tamamori whispers, already lifting the blanket for Miyata to crawl in. “They’re recording me! What are\u00e2\u20ac\u201d”<\/p>\n
“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.”<\/p>\n
“Motherfucker<\/i>.”<\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
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. <\/p>\n
“Stay.” His grip tightens in Miyata’s shirt when Miyata shifts. “Not yet.”<\/p>\n
“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.”<\/p>\n
That thought’s the only that pulls Tamamori through when he’s faced with a fridge still full of onions.<\/p>\n