\nRating\/Warnings<\/b>: R
\nSummary<\/b>: Yamaryo is a salaryman and Yara works at a combini, and Yamaryo knocks over a lot of puddings.
\nAN<\/b>: while I was staying at yararanger<\/a>‘s apartment, we spent a lot of our bedtime conversations coming up with ridiculous AUs in which Yara and Yamaryo would still be cute together, and my favorite by far was the Yara works in a combini and Yamaryo just likes to hear him say ‘Irashaimase’ over and over. Yamaryo all flustered, in suits! <\/p>\n
Also when we went out for motsu nabe, we really had the grumpy waiter, and he was adorable<\/i>. We really did keep calling him over for ridiculous stuff, and when he stood there testing the nabe broth\/rice, he could have won a gold medal for disdain in the emo olympics. BEST EVER. <\/p>\n
All the Conveniences of Home<\/b><\/p>\n
Yamamoto likes his new job, he really does. His high school friends only comment on how run-down he looks these days, how he never has time to go out with them or even to sleep, given the look of him, but he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know how to make them understand. Sure, the hours are long, and the entry pay isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t the best, and maybe his boss is kind of a hardass sometimes, but it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fine. He likes his co-workers, he likes his desk, he likes feeling like he contributes to his company and makes the others\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 jobs easier by getting his done even if it means staying late. <\/p>\n
He doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t like answering the telephones, but Yamamoto has come to believe that actually everybody hates that. Except Boss Koichi, and he only likes it because he gets to yell at the people on the other end usually. <\/p>\n
Still, maybe the long hours are starting to get to him just a little. Yamamoto wakes up just in time to realize he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s at his stop and the doors are open. A pair of heavily made-up girls on the train giggle at him as he dashes for the doors, barely making it through before it tries to close on the back of his coat. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re out too late! Go home!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamamoto hollers at them through the window to cover his embarrassment. They can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t hear him probably, already back to gossiping together, but it makes him feel better. <\/p>\n
There\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s something else he does on the way home that makes him feel even better, his favorite thing. He hasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t told anybody because it seems so silly, but it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s actually the highlight of his day, the thing he looks forward to most, and it doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t matter how late he gets there, even last train. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Welcome~,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d calls the employee at the counter as Yamamoto steps into the combini, and Yamamoto has to bury his face a little deeper into his scarf so that other customers don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t get weirded out by his creepy grin. <\/p>\n
The employee, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yara\u00e2\u20ac\u009d his nametag reads, is about Yamamoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s height but a little older, his hair subject to any number of questionable styles in the time since Yamamoto had first noticed him. At the moment it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s permed and sort of blond, standing out cheerfully against the blue of his uniform shirt. He seems a bit too cool-type to work at a combini, but Yamamoto hasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t exactly had the nerve to ask him why he works here, and why he always has a shift late enough that Yamamoto sees him regularly. <\/p>\n
More precisely, Yamamoto hasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t had the nerve to do anything more than let the person behind him go next if his spot in line means he won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t get to be checked out by Yara. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Not that Yara-san ever checks me out,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamamoto sighs to the puddings. The puddings seem sympathetic, like they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re rooting for him, maybe because they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re the conspirators that he often chooses as an excuse to stop in here, or to come back in on the pretense of a forgotten item. Maybe it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s that the puddings never seem to judge Yamamoto telling them about his romantic woes, they only jiggle quietly. <\/p>\n
Maybe he really does need more sleep. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Careful over there,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yara calls when Yamamoto lingers there unusually long, teasing because last week Yamamoto turned too fast and knocked a bunch of things down with his briefcase. To add insult to injury, his briefcase had sprung open when he banged it into the cooler, scattering paperwork all over the downed puddings. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yes!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamamoto calls back, cheeks turning pink at the reminder. Yara had helped him pick up without a single cross word about the shop merchandise on the floor, only chuckled a little, and had forced two of the worst-mangled puddings into Yamamoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hands before he could flee. Yara\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fingers had brushed Yamamoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s for all of half a second, but it was two days before Yamamoto stopped feeling their phantom touch brushing his skin. <\/p>\n
Try knocking over the puddings again<\/i> the evil part of his brain whispers, and Yamamoto shakes his head quickly to get rid of it, thinking No! Bad self!<\/i> very hard. He edges carefully around the narrow aisles of the combini, and doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t knock anything down at all as he comes up front to pay. <\/p>\n
Tonight it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s late enough that there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s no one in the combini besides the two of them, so there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s no worrying about being in the wrong line or who should go first. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153No breakfast besides the coffee?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yara asks, eyebrow raised. Yamamoto looks down and realizes that he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s only managed to pick up the pudding and a can of coffee, too preoccupied with his thoughts to shop properly. Yara clicks his tongue. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll get sick if you don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t eat properly. Shoo, go get some bread at least.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Yamamoto turns and starts following orders without thinking, then hides his pink cheeks behind the shelf when he realizes. He stares at the packages of melon bread and anpan, trying to find something that looks appealing, willing his cheeks to cool. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You like strawberry, right?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yara calls over. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153There\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a new kind there, under the pressed sandwich things. I tried it yesterday, you might like that one.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Locating the package of strawberry something or other, Yamamoto straightens up after barely even reading the package and comes back to the counter to hand it over for Yara to scan. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll be totally embarrassed now if you hate it,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yara murmurs, almost to himself, as he tucks Yamamoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s items into the little plastic bag. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m sure I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll like it,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamamoto says. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d lie and say he did even if it was the worst food on earth, because he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s so happy Yara recognizes him well enough to offer such a recommendation. Yamamoto pays on autopilot, sighing internally when Yara thanks him for his purchase, thinking about how nice Yara\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s voice is. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Thanks for working hard today,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yara says, then puts on a stern face. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153But don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t come home so late tomorrow, all right? Rest properly.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Tell my boss that,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamamoto says, and Yara laughs, full-throated. <\/p>\n
The sound of it is still ringing in Yamamoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s ears all the way home. He wishes he could make Yara laugh like that every time, wishes he had the guts to ask Yara to go out or even just come over to share pudding and maybe watch some bad television together. He wishes he knew more about Yara so that they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d have something to talk about besides pudding and strawberry bread.<\/p>\n
When he curls up in his futon, though, he tries not to think about Yara much at all, because if he lets his imagination run wild there, there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s no way he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll be able to look Yara in the face anymore when he stops in each night. <\/p>\n
The next day Yamamoto works straight through lunch so that he can get home earlier, fully aware that that isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t at all what Yara meant for him to do. What Yara doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t hurt him, though, and when Yara gives him a smile and says, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153See? Much better,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamamoto feels like he could skip a thousand lunches and live only on puddings if Yara will smile at him just like that. As if reading Yamamoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mind, Yara looks down at the stuff on the counter with a raised eyebrow and asks if Yamamoto really does intend to live on puddings alone. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oh! Er…\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamamoto glances over to the case of hot options, trying to decide what looks most like it might qualify as real food in Yara\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s opinion. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Uh…\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Are you doing this just to be cute?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yara asks, openly amused. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Or are you really just this bad at taking care of yourself?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hey,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamamoto protests weakly. He sneaks a glance at Yara\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s grin. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You think I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m cute?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Tcht, like you don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know you are.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yara leans over to the case and picks for him, hesitating just before he drops it in the bag. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153This is okay?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d <\/p>\n
Yamamoto nods as quickly as he can. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not until he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s outside with his mouth already full that he realizes nikuman is probably going to make him blush from now on. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153He thinks I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m cute,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he repeats to the nikuman, grinning like an idiot. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s grinning so hard that people are staring at him as he walks home, but he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t care, doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even care when he trips over nothing and housewives going past with their shopping cluck and whisper about him.<\/p>\n
That night he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even try to keep himself from thinking about Yara when he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s snuggled warm under his blankets. He imagines Yara snuggled in there with him, tutting at him for not taking care of himself properly, whispering in Yamamoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s ear that he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cute. Yamamoto flails at even the thought and pulls his blankets up over his head to try and get at least a little sleep. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s up with you?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Eda asks at work the next day. Yamamoto starts, having drifted off into another daydream. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s been happening all day, thanks to his too few hours of sleep and the thoroughly boring data entry he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s supposed to be doing. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Nothing,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamamoto says quickly, looking back down at his spreadsheet. He frowns when he realizes items thirty-seven through forty-four all say \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yara\u00e2\u20ac\u009d and highlights all of the cells to delete them. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Must have been a pretty good nothing to have you smiling like you were a minute ago.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Eda perches on the edge of Yamamoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s desk and leans in. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Has our little Ryota finally found a girl cute enough to distract him from Boss Koichi?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamamoto splutters, keysmashing his next piece of data. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153No!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Soon you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll be a man,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Eda sighs melodramatically. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153They grow up so fast.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153There\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s no girl!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamamoto narrows his eyes. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153And I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m already a man, you jerk!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153So it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a guy then,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Hayashi speaks up from the next desk over, making Takahashi\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s head pop up in interest as well. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yamamoto, you dog!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Yamamoto wails for them to stop, which of course they don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t until Boss Koichi stomps out of his office to demand what all the fuss is about out here. Ducking his head and trying to look very interested in his data, Yamamoto orders himself to focus on work. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s absorbed in it enough that he jumps when his folder is slapped shut. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Go on, shoo,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Takahashi says when Yamamoto looks up. He scoops the pile of folders up, holding them up out of reach when Yamamoto grabs for them. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Go home on time for once. See if Yara-san will take you out for dinner.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153How do you know his name?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamamoto asks, eyes wide. <\/p>\n
Takahashi holds up the folder, where the front is clearly labeled \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yara-end Reports\u00e2\u20ac\u009d in Yamamoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s functional handwriting. Cheeks burning, Yamamoto scoops up his coat and makes a run for the elevators. <\/p>\n
The train ride is just long enough to make Yamamoto start panicking about the whole thing. What\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s he supposed to do, sweep Yara off his feet in the middle of his shift? What if there are other customers? What if Yara was just being nice to a usual customer and Yamamoto humiliates himself utterly and can never go back to his combini? What if he never gets to hear Yara say \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Welcome~\u00e2\u20ac\u009d to him ever again?<\/p>\n
That last thought is so heartbreaking that Yamamoto almost heads straight for home without stopping at all. But when he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s three steps past the door, he remembers he has literally no food in his entire apartment aside from half a package of omiyage corn-flavored Kit-Kats that Hayashi had brought back from a business trip to Hokkaido. His stomach growls, and Yamamoto heaves a sigh and turns around to retrace his steps. <\/p>\n
The voice that welcomes him isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t Yara\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s, and for a split-second Yamamoto is irrationally terrified that Yara had sensed his purpose from kilometers away and had fled the combini preemptively. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re looking for Yara, right?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d the guy behind the counter asks, another regular whose tag reads \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Fukuda.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Er, I, u-um,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamamoto stammers. Fukuda only chuckles at him, sending Yamamoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shyness into overdrive. Is he really so obvious? Do the combini people talk about him or something? God, they probably do, he thinks in despair, the idiot businessman with the stupid crush who keeps knocking over the puddings as love overtures. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s on break, in back,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fukuda explains, bringing Yamamoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s attention back to the here and now. Yamamoto lets out a little sigh of relief. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Want me to get him?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Y-you don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t h-have to…\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamamoto starts, but Fukuda is already leaning back through the doorway behind him, hollering Yara\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s name. Yamamoto has no choice but to stand there and shuffle his feet awkwardly until Yara appears in the doorway. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What<\/i>? Can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t you even handle…oh,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yara breaks off as he notices Yamamoto. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Early today, huh?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yeah,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamamoto agrees quickly. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I just…you know…food.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamamoto trails off, wishing the ground would just swallow him up, but Yara only chuckles. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Want to get out of here?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he asks. Yamamoto doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t answer, only stares with his mouth hanging open a little, but Yara turns to Fukuda, already unbuttoning his uniform shirt. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hey, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m not feeling so hot, so I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m going home early. You can manage the place, right? Thanks, knew I could count on Fuku-chan. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m getting my coat, don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t disappear,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he calls over his shoulder. <\/p>\n
Yamamoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mouth only works soundlessly for the few moments it takes Yara to reappear and step out around the counter. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I owe you one,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yara tells Fukuda, giving him a salute. <\/p>\n
Fukuda rolls his eyes. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Out, you crazy kids. Play safe now.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He wiggles his eyebrows so it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s entirely clear what activity they should be safe during, and Yamamoto makes a faint, distressed noise, cheeks burning. <\/p>\n
They end up in the back corner booth of an izakaya the next block over, no thanks to Yamamoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s flustered stuttering. The beer is good and the karaage crispy, which more than makes up for the terribleness of their waiter. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Honestly, he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s like the worst waiter in Japan,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yara says, glancing over his shoulder once the waiter has shuffled off after writing down their order with a look so disdainful he must have studied in France to learn his technique. Yara looks amused over it rather than annoyed, though. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153His little grumpy face just makes me want to torment him all the more. Quick,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he motions for Yamamoto to hand him the menu, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153what\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the most obnoxious thing we can order?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
After that Yamamoto can barely look the waiter in the eye every time he comes back, Yara ordering ridiculous things with a perfectly straight face and then wondering out loud if the man practices that face in the mirror or what as soon as the waiter goes away again. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Stoooop,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamamoto protests between snickers. There\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the sound of a tray crashing behind them, and both of them crack up, Yamamoto having to put his head down on the table before he can collect himself. <\/p>\n
They talk until it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s late, Yamamoto in no rush to go back out into the cold and Yara apparently content where he is as well. Yamamoto learns that the combini is Yara\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s second job, that he practices at a dance studio during the day and teaches lessons when he can, not quite often enough to support him fully. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ahhh,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamamoto says, and Yara raises an eyebrow. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153U-um, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s just, I had been wondering w-why…well, aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t you kind of too cool-type to work the late shift at a combini?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he asks, finally managing to dig up enough courage to ask the one thing he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s really curious about. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Only as much as not making rent is cool-type,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yara says ruefully. He shrugs. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not so bad. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s quiet at night, and they let me take off when I have performances. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve had jobs that were a lot worse.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153But when do you sleep?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamamoto frowns, looking carefully at Yara\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face and seeing the little lines, the puffiness under his eyes. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153When do you?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yara asks pointedly, and Yamamoto murmurs something noncommittal, eyes dropping to his beer. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Never mind about it, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m happy with the way things are, for now. Aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t you? You like your job, right?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I do,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamamoto says immediately, pleased through and through that Yara gets it, the way his other friends never do. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I feel like what I do is important, so it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fine.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
When they get up at last, Yamamoto wavers unsteadily on his feet from both alcohol and exhaustion, and Yara apologizes for keeping him out even later than his job usually does. He walks Yamamoto home, ignoring Yamamoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s stuttered protests that he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll be fine, until they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re in front of Yamamoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s apartment building. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Do you w-want to come up?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamamoto asks. He blushes as he remembers his empty refrigerator and barely-used kitchen. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t offer you anything except tea though…\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Is it okay? I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t want you to think I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m that kind of girl after just one date,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yara teases, making Yamamoto go even pinker, stuttering that wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t what he meant at all. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153If you don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t mind, then.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Yamamoto makes Yara stand outside a minute while he tries to straighten up, but he spends most of the minute looking around at his scatter of possessions in futile despair. He settles for throwing all of his laundry in the closet and trying to at least gather up all the little plastic combini bags scattered about, nearly tripping over his own feet when he hears the door open before he says okay. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve got my eyes closed!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yara calls. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t look until you say, I swear, but it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s too damn cold to stand out–aah!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d <\/p>\n
There\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a crash, and when Yamamoto rushes towards his entryway, Yara is in a heap after stumbling over Yamamoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mismatched shoes without looking. Yamamoto apologizes fourteen times before Yara ever gets a word in, hands running all over Yara to check for injuries and terrified Yara\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s dancing career will end in ignominious sneaker injury.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153If I had known it would only take a few bruises to get your hands on me,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yara chuckles, rubbing at a rising bump on the back of his head. Yamamoto snatches his hands back like they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve been burned, scowling. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ow, fuck.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Let me see,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamamoto orders, working fingers gently into Yara\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hair. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ouch. Does it hurt?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t tickle. Distract me?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yara leans in without waiting for an answer, pressing his lips against Yamamoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s. Yamamoto freezes, skin running cold and then hot, then he makes a small noise and hesitantly starts kissing back. It only takes a few seconds for Yamamoto to lose himself in the kiss, and when Yara\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s tongue brushes his lower lip, Yamamoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fingers tighten in Yara\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hair reflexively. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ow!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Sorry!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamamoto breaks the kiss to apologize breathlessly, pulling his hands out of Yara\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hair. Yara chuckles at him ruefully. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re kind of a hazard, you know that?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he asks. Yamamoto stutters something, but Yara leans forward again to brush lips over his cheekbone and whisper in his ear, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s so damn cute, though.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
They end up in Yamamoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s futon, simply because there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s no place else to sit and the heater is slow to warm up the room. Yamamoto gets half a sentence out about what to watch on television before Yara grabs him by the hips and pulls him close, their hips flush together.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I thought you said you weren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t that kind of girl?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamamoto asks, heart tripping over itself. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I said I didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t want you think I was on the first date,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yara corrects, grinning. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153But I changed my mind.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Their next kiss is deeper and slower, more deliberate. Yara licks his way into Yamamoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mouth and teases at his tongue gently, only pulling away when Yamamoto is light-headed from need for air. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Touch me?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamamoto pants, wanting it too much to be embarrassed. Yara doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t make him wait, undoing Yamamoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s buttons with far more coordination than Yamamoto feels capable of managing as he fumbles at Yara\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shirt. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Mm,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yara says with approval as he pushes Yamamoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shirt off, fingers trailing over the curve of his shoulder. Yamamoto knows he should get up, hang up his clothes rather than letting them get shoved into a wrinkled pile, but there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s no way he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s getting up to do that when he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s skin to skin with Yara. His pants get kicked off without any more ceremony than his shirt. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yara-san,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamamoto sighs, tipping his head back when Yara nibbles at his throat, baring more of it in an unspoken plea for Yara to do more. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Tomoyuki,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yara supplies, and oh, what a nice name<\/i>, Yamamoto thinks with the tiny bit of his brain not going to static from Yara\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hands on his back, kneading at his muscles. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153R-ryota,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamamoto sighs. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153A-ah!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I know,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yara says, and that makes Yamamoto pause and lower his chin to blink at Yara. Yara shrugs. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I read it off your paperwork during the pudding destruction. Be honest, do you knock over stuff just to get my attention? I won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be mad, you can tell me.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamamoto protests, squirming from embarrassment. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153It just happens! I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m just clumsy…\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he trails off sadly. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Should I teach you to dance? Make you more graceful,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yara says. He drags a hand all the way down Yamamoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s side, from his armpit to his thigh. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve got nice lines, I bet you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d be a natural.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I-I, oh, I…\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamamoto has no idea where to even start responding to that, and he can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t manage words anyway because Yara\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mouth is back on his throat, his hand slipping down from Yamamoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s thigh to palm his cock. Yamamoto grabs Yara\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulders for support, shivering. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ohhhh.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Yara\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hands are perfect, strong and a bit callused, his grip firm and sure when he starts stroking Yamamoto. Yamamoto fumbles shyly for Yara\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cock, wanting to return the favor, but it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s impossible to focus on it. He ends up holding and squeezing Yara more than anything else, his own orgasm embarrassingly close already.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Are you close, Ryota?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yara asks, and just hearing his name in Yara\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s low, coaxing voice is too much. Yamamoto shudders himself out with a soft moan, burying his face against Yara\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulder. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Your voice is so nice,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamamoto sighs, inhibitions at an all-time low. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153That\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the thing I look forward to all day, hearing your voice welcoming me when I come into the combini.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153That might be the nicest thing anyone\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s ever said to me,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yara says, rewarding Yamamoto with a sweet kiss. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Now help out, can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t you?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Yara closes his hand over Yamamoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s and guides it up and down his cock, hips snapping up into the touch. Yamamoto focuses on Yara\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s rhythm, twisting his wrist a little when that makes Yara groan and it isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t that long before Yara comes too, sighing deeply. <\/p>\n
Without thinking, Yamamoto brings his hand up to his mouth and licks one of his fingers clean; Yara\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyes flash with interest. His gaze is full of promise and a little predatory, and Yamamoto shivers with anticipation. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153So much for getting a proper night\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s rest,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamamoto murmurs, almost to himself, and Yara laughs. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s your fault for wearing those sexy suits,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yara informs him, before he steals another long kiss. <\/p>\n
In the morning Yamamoto sneaks into work late for the first time ever, much to the rest of his department\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s delight. Hayashi and Eda rib him all day about his wrinkled jacket and pink cheeks, while Takahashi beams at him in paternal pride. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oh, relax, it looks good on you,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Eda finally says, giving Yamamoto a last hair scrunch before he slides off the edge of Yamamoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s desk and goes to poke at his own stack of work. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I bet combini-san looked good on you too.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Hayashi wiggles his eyebrows, and Takahashi leans over to whack him across the back of the head. <\/p>\n
Yamamoto has to stay late to make up for the day before, but there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s no rush because today is Yara\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s off-day anyway. Yamamoto stumbles home, yawning the whole way, and he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s been in his apartment for a good twenty minutes before he realizes his barely-used rice cooker has been dusted off and is sitting on the counter, a new bag of rice sitting next to it. <\/p>\n
Eat real food<\/i>, the note stuck to the rice says. Proper nutrition will increase your stamina for next time.<\/i><\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153That\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not fair!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamamoto whines in embarrassment to his empty apartment, grinning like an idiot because there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s going to be a next time, and he can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t wait. <\/p>\n
Maybe next time, he’ll be the one to welcome Yara in.<\/p>\n
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