I Like You Too Much, Chapter 2/4
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h_itoshiStatus: 2/4
Fandom: Sexy Zone, Kis-My-Ft2, AKB48
Pairing: Fuma/Kento
Overall rating: R
Wordcount: 4858
Warnings: Cliché high-school-au with all it entails; cheesy confessions, random implied pairings, underage drinking and smoking (aka. a party)
Summary: If there's one person Kikuchi Fuma hates, it's Kento himself."
Notes: Party~ Still as cliché, with a KAT-TUN, Paruru and Yuto cameo lol.
“Is this good?” Kawaei looks at herself in the mirror for what feels like the 164th time, and even Sayaka's getting tired of her.
“Yes!” She tells her best friend and then tugs her away from the mirror. “You look gorgeous now go fix up on the cupcakes or something.”
“Oh. Okay.” Kawaei agrees, absentminded, still making a move to get back to the mirror until Sayaka grabs her shoulders and guides her towards the kitchen. “Yui-chan! Come get her!”
Yui peeks out from the kitchen, puffy twintails hanging a little as she tilts her head. “Rina-chan, you look gorgeous!”
“Really?!” Kawaei squeals, but then finally agrees to join Yui in the kitchen.
Sayaka heaves a deep sigh and sits down on the edge of the coffee table before the couch. “Wow.”
“She's really focused, isn't she?” Kento tries, but he tired of reassuring Kawaei she was pretty after five times.
He sits with Shori in the couch, and has done so for at least half an hour, waiting for the girls to get ready, but he's pretty sure Shori's asleep by now.
“Yeah, she really likes him.” Sayaka sighs, puffing up the feather of her hat. “Just wait until she has more than a glass of sparkling.”
“I'm not sure I want to know.” Kento laughs, nudging at Shori to make sure he's awake. “Hey? She's gone now, you may return to the living.”
He jokes, because Shori's a ghost. They all questioned him when he said he'd be a ghost, asking whether he was going to wear a sheet, but Shori was determined and they gave up. When he turned up though, they were all positively surprised as he was dressed in all white and his sister had done a great make-up job with making him pale and looking a little dead but still pretty. Yui had even commented that Shori should wear white pants more often.
“Yeah?” Shori actually yawns as he sits up properly. “Is it time soon? I'm hungry.”
“Soon.” Sayaka promises with a grin that fits her character, then leans back to lie on the coffee table. “It's gonna be fun huh?”
She's a pirate, complete with feather in her hat and sword at her side, and she claimed that she was going to protect her girls from drooling dudes with it. Kento had told her that maybe she'd have to fend a few off of herself too because she looks fierce in that outfit.
“Yeah, I'm excited.” Kento smiles, while Shori just yawns again and lets his head drop onto Kento's shoulder. “Hey you're getting make-up on my outfit!”
“Whatever.” Shori mutters, and Kento sighs, more concerned about Shori's enthusiasm levels than his outfit to be honest.
“Shori-chan, you should be excited too, there will be a lot of pretty girls~” Sayaka sings the last part and turns her head enough to look at them with a grin, and Kento's almost convinced Shori's rolling his eyes since Sayaka's grin widens. “Or boys if you prefer. Kikuchi-kun's coming after all?”
Shori sputters and sits up properly, loudly protesting while Kento and Sayaka just laugh at him.
Kento's not too sure how he feels about meeting Fuma again, since the last time was the detention he tries to forget he ever had. But, he figures, there will be a lot of people, he doesn't necessarily have to even see Fuma.
“He's disgusting, and so are you why are you even my friends.” Shori finishes before crossing his arms to sulk.
“Easy there.” Sayaka smiles. “You should shape up though, parties are fun.”
“What she said.” Kento agrees, correcting his crown a little. He hadn't had any ideas himself for a costume, but then Yui suggested he'd be a prince, and the other girls had been so vehemently positive about that idea that he couldn't pick anything else.
“We're done!” Yui suddenly calls, and as Kento turns to look, she's bringing a tray with glasses on, Kawaei following while fuzzing with her long loose curls.
It's a good thing Sayaka intends to protect those two, Kento thinks. Yui's a cheerleader, her skirt really short and crop top really tight, and with her twin tails, she probably looks the most like a stereotypical Halloween costume out of all of them. She's pretty, but Kento feels a little bit like her father when he kind of wants to drape his cape around her.
Kawaei's a nurse, after thorough investigation into Senga's choice of costume, and only decided after she heard he was going to be a doctor. She's also wearing this skimpy little white dress and the little hat with the cross, but her face is stunning, false lashes in place and hair long and curly spilling over her shoulder, basically looking like the nurse of any man's dreams.
Yui sets the tray down, handing out glasses with some kind of mixed drink in them.
“We're ready, let's have a great party!” She smiles, looking around at them. “And not think about the cleaning up we have to do tomorrow before Rina-chan's parents come home! Cheers!”
~*~
When they arrive, fashionably late according to Haruna's direction, they're already a little drunk, but it seems the rest of the party is too.
Haruna steps inside first, and a random guy with fluffy hair and a fluffy shirt stops and stares at her unabashedly. It's not that weird, Fuma figures, considering what she's wearing. She's supposed to be a mummy, which basically means she took her tiniest white dress and then made Tomomi wrap her in tea-soaked bandages that covers... the tiny dress basically. Senga had been sceptical, but Haruna had claimed she was aiming to make out with lots of guys and ordered Tomomi to wrap a little tighter around her boobs to give a push up effect.
Senga still didn't approve, but Haruna firmly reminded him it was thanks to her he had booze and that he should shut up and be thankful. So he did.
Haruna smiles brilliantly towards the guy and uses her seductive walk up to him, and Fuma hears Tomomi's heavy sigh.
“Get used to seeing her with something attached.” She comments as she shrugs out of her jacket.
She's a zombie, and a damn good one if Fuma is one to judge, an awesome latex make-up over her forehead and cheek that makes it look like she's rotting but still leaves her eyes and lips flawless, and her clothes are bloody and torn to show a little skin in flattering places.
“I miss my girlfriend.” Nikaido whines, easily the drunkest of them since he hogged the vodka for himself. He's a police officer, complete with handcuffs in his belt and a hat that looks like it's from a questionable sex shop. It totally works for him though.
“But baby, I'm here.” Senga tells him with a smile, also pretty drunk since Nikaido clearly felt generous, squishing Nikaido in a hug that makes the stethoscope around his neck press into Nikaido's shoulder.
“Yeah.” Nikaido agrees, grinning stupidly.
“Get a room.” Fuma tells them, but he can't help grinning at them being so drunk before they're even at the party. He's not exactly sober himself, but not as bad as them. He blames Tomomi's make-up taking really long and giving them time to drink more.
They step into the kitchen, everything decorated so over the top that Fuma almost wonders what all this shit cost, and the remains of a creepy buffet is all over every flat surface there is. Except the kitchen table where a bunch of older guys are sitting with a few starry eyed girls from their class and Fuma rolls his eyes. Just because they're older doesn't mean they're cool. After a second look though, he has to admit they're kind of hot too.
“Oh there are still cupcakes!” Senga exclaims and launches for the counter with the half-empty tray of cupcakes decorated with small ghosts and pumpkins.
“Yay!” Nikaido agrees and takes one too, while Tomomi says she's not drunk enough to forget her diet yet, which makes Fuma laugh.
They move along, and decide to head upstairs since that seems to be where most people are. There's music on the ground floor and some other music upstairs, they learn as they get up and find themselves in a huge living room full of small groups of people.
Tomomi snorts and nudges Fuma, pointing out Haruna perched on the fluffy guy's lap with a dazzling smile and slightly smudged lipgloss. “I'm gonna take a picture.”
“Why?” Fuma asks, amused, watching as Tomomi picks up her phone, but another sound distracts him from her reply.
Nikaido doesn't have an indoor voice normally, and with some alcohol in him, he's loud enough that nobody can miss hearing him.
“Hey ladies, break it up!” He hollers, heading for a couple of girls who appears to be arguing, while Senga trails after, giggling. “Police orders!”
He looks absolutely ridiculous stumbling in between them with a half eaten cupcake in his hand and holding out his hands in truce, and Fuma is laughing because this can't end well.
The girls both stare at him in confusion for a moment, but then burst out laughing, and one of them takes the cupcake from Nikaido's hand and the other plucks the hat from Nikaido's head with a flirty grin.
“Hey Fuma there you are!” Someone suddenly grabs Fuma's shoulder and he turns around to find a very tipsy, grinning Hokuto before him, and before he knows it he's dragged across the room with Tomomi following. “We've been here like two hours why are you always so late you loser?”
Hokuto keeps talking as he drags Fuma along, and Fuma calls him loser back, explaining that the cool kids drink at home first, but then something catches his eye and he doesn't listen to Hokuto's smart retort.
Nakajima Kento. Is a goddamned prince. Of fucking course.
Fuma eyes him where he sits in the corner of the couch with one of his slutty friends almost in his lap because it's cramped, clearly engaged in conversation with a tall dark-haired guy Fuma's never seen before.
He's wearing a dark red jacket with gold details buttoned all the way up, white loose pants and high boots, and there's a cape draped over one shoulder and damn if it doesn't have a fur trim. It looks try-hard and ridiculous and Fuma makes a face. Mostly at the little golden crown decorating his dark fluffy hair.
He bumps into someone as Hokuto makes a turn and he loses sight of Kento, probably for his own good, and he tries to shake the sudden wave of irritation he felt at seeing him in favour of greeting his friends.
“Fuma!” Juri yells happily and almost falls straight over a girl's lap when trying to make his way over to Fuma, his beer held high to keep from spilling anything. “Good to see you!”
~*~
It's been like three hours and Kento is pleasantly drunk. He's comfortably squished into the corner of the couch with Kawaei mostly in his lap and a plastic cup of wine in his hand, talking to a guy he's never met before. But they obviously have things in common, mostly that they're both called Nakajima and apparently are popular with the ladies.
“So pretty must be something that comes with the name!” The guy claims, and Kento raises his glass for a toast to Nakajima being the name of the pretty.
“But I'm pretty too!” Kawaei pouts, raising her cider to join the toast. She definitely doesn't need more alcohol, her cheeks pink under the layers of foundation and eyes a little glazed, so Sayaka smoothly switched her god-knows-who-mixed-this-drink to a cider with a lower alcoholic rate.
“Of course you are! Gorgeous actually!” The other Nakajima, Yuto he's called, cheers, and Kawaei grins and clinks glasses with them, having to stretch enough to reach that her boobs squish against Kento's side.
They're soft but feel a little weird, and Kento's drunk enough to ask. “Rina-chan what bra are you even wearing? Your boobs feel weird.”
Yuto just looks between Kawaei and Kento in mild interest, shamelessly glancing down at Kawaei's chest and then back up to their faces.
“It's super push-up!” Kawaei says excitedly, sounding eager to speak about it. “I bought it specially for this dress since my other push-up bras are all embellished and you'd see it through the dress. And then this was extra push-up, and smooth, so I bought it! Isn't it great? Here look at it!”
She grabs the neckline of her own dress and pulls it away from her body, leaning forward enough so that Kento and Yuto can look straight into her cleavage and at the beige push-up bra.
“It looks great.” Yuto says, sounding honest and not embarrassed at all, and Kento agrees with him, making Kawaei smile proudly.
“You probably shouldn't show that to anyone though.” Kento reprimands her, taking her hands away from her own dress and pushes her back upright. “Save it for Senga-kun.”
“Senga-kun!” Kawaei exclaims like she'd forgotten about him, looking a little horrified. “Is he here yet? Oh what if he's not coming after all!”
“He's definitely coming, calm down.” Kento tells her and reaches up to pat her head lazily, setting her little hat askew.
He looks out over the room, looking past Yui obviously flirting with a tall awkward guy who looks really good, scanning the place for Senga.
“What does this guy look like?” Yuto asks helpfully, and Kawaei explains that he's a doctor. “Huh. There's a guy in green with a stethoscope over there?”
He points towards the stairs, and Kawaei squeals and stands up way too quickly for her balance. Kento grabs her waist to keep her from falling backwards, and after a moment she's back on balance and tangles her way out from the couch, high heeled shoes left on the floor where she was sitting.
“Senga-kun?” Sayaka leans over to ask now that there's no Kawaei in the way.
“Probably.” Kento agrees, and Sayaka gets up to follow Kawaei, mumbling about her going to need support anyway.
She's not gone two seconds before another girl with a pout and bunny ears takes her seat and immediately turns to Shori, who sits calmly in the middle of things with a cider in his hands and not very drunk at all.
“Who's this Senga-kun?” Yuto asks curiously, sipping his beer.
“A hot guy in her math class.” Kento explains. “He's got curly hair.”
“There's a hot girl in my math class.” Yuto comments, and Kento tells him he's happy for him. “Yeah she's got straight hair but it's pretty.”
“Straight hair can be really pretty.” Kento agrees, but he's distracted when a girl suddenly comes up and tugs at the shoulder strap of Yuto's boxer tank top.
“We're playing truth or dare, you should come!” She tells him, then looks at Kento with a hopeful smile. “You too! Bring your friends, the more the merrier!”
“Okay.” Kento agrees with a shrug and she leaves with a smile. “Do you know her?” He asks Yuto.
Yuto shakes his head with a face that says he's never seen her before. “I wanna get to know her, she had nice fingers.”
“Then truth or dare is a great idea.” Kento tells him happily, and Yuto agrees and gets up at the same time as Kento does.
Kento turns to his friends but sees Yui is occupied, the guy now kissing her, and Shori looks really uncomfortable as the bunny girl keeps coming closer to him.
He's about to clear his throat and distract bunny girl enough for Shori to escape, but Sayaka precedes him.
“Shimazaki Haruka!” She calls, pointing with her sword in the direction of the girl, who looks up and frowns at her. “Be gone from my friend for he is not interested in you!”
Kento recognizes the name as someone Sayaka is not particularly fond of, and he can see the joy on her face when bunny girl gets up and leaves after a long glare at her.
“Thanks.” Shori says, and Sayaka grins widely until Kawaei tugs at her from behind.
“Sayaneee, I can't talk to him, you have to talk to him for me!” She whines, and Sayaka turns back to comfort her.
“Shori-chan, you wanna play truth or dare?” Kento asks cheerfully, but Shori just looks up at him with an unimpressed look.
“Definitely not.” He says firmly, and Kento pouts until Shori sighs. “But I guess looking at you making a fool of yourself is better than staying here and being molested.”
“Yay!” Kento smiles and tugs Shori along.
~*~
Fuma's not entirely sure how he got here, but he's in the kitchen with Tomomi in his lap, watching the older guys from earlier arranging a shot contest of tequila and Nikaido has volunteered to join. There's four of the older ones, and the one named Koki, who looks a bit like he's high, has stolen Nikaido's cap and put it on his head. It makes him look mostly like a dirty playboy, but his hair is curly and it looks kind of good too.
Tomomi is hopelessly trying to flirt with the guy sitting next to them, Ueda, which is probably why she's on Fuma's lap to begin with, but he's completely disinterested in her. He looks fierce, dressed up as kind of a wolf, short dark hair spiky and there's something about his aura that looks a bit lethal and probably would even without the contacts, and Fuma's just happy Tomomi doesn't seem to be getting anywhere with him.
“Okay one more!” The loudest and most cheerful of the older four, Taguchi-but-call-me-Junno, calls and Ueda pours more shots with a dangerous smirk.
Nikaido is really drunk, which just makes him more unreasonable, and even though Senga tries to tell Nikaido maybe he shouldn't have more tequila, Nikaido just dedicates each shot to one of Senga's body parts and downs another to loud cheering.
The one out of the four who looks the least like a bad boy, Naka-something, is giggling helplessly and clearly not handling his alcohol very well, leaning on Ueda's shoulder, which Fuma is surprised that he's allowed to do. Ueda was apparently banned from the shot competition because otherwise there wouldn't be a competition.
Tomomi makes a frustrated sound and shifts her weight on Fuma's lap, wrapping an arm around his neck and slides closer to be able to talk to him, and even though she's warm against him and her ass is very close to Fuma's crotch, it doesn't do anything for him.
“He's impossible.” She mutters, sounding upset, and Fuma rubs her back and laughs as Nikaido makes a pained face when another shot is poured for him.
“Maybe you should stay away then.” He suggests, and Tomomi tugs at the back of his cape to retaliate a little.
“Nika's gonna pass out.” She says instead, and Fuma's inclined to agree as Nikaido swallows his third tequila shot in a row and makes a face like he's going to die.
“Yep.” He grins, because nothing is better than seeing your friends fail.
Koki slings an arm around Nikaido's shoulder, also giggling continuously. “You can't win against us little boy!”
“I can!” Nikaido objects, but he's slurring and Senga is begging him to give up already.
“Then do you want another?” Ueda asks sadistically, and Nikaido looks at the bottle with pained disgust.
“Nika come on, no one's blaming you, these guys are vikings or something.” Senga tells him.
“Listen to your girlfriend son!” Koki calls loudly, hugging Nikaido close and it makes Nikaido look dizzy.
“He's out.” Ueda declares, and everyone around the table cheers as Nikaido's head drops to the table surface in defeat.
“It was a nice try!” Junno grins widely and orders Ueda to get on with it so he can drink Koki under the table as usual.
“Hey!” Koki objects and takes Nikaido's police cap from his head and shoves it onto Junno's.
Meanwhile, Senga's guiding Nikaido from the table and towards the sink, most likely to get him water.
“We should probably help.” Tomomi sighs, and casts one long look at Ueda, who's laughing at Junno. “We should also make sure that Haru-chan's not getting raped or something.”
“Sure.” Fuma agrees, bored with the game anyway now that Nikaido's out.
Tomomi rises from his lap and Fuma's thighs are just a little numb when he stands as well, and their chair next to Ueda is immediately taken by a random girl.
Senga's by the sink and tries to convince Nikaido to drink the glass of water in his hand. It's entertaining enough, and Fuma shoves away some nachos from the kitchen island and hops up to sit there.
“Nika, just drink this, you'll hate yourself tomorrow otherwise.” Senga tries, but Nikaido seems very distracted by determining if a bowl of something red he found is ketchup or fake blood.
“Doctor is this blood?” He asks instead, looking at Senga as straight as he can.
“I think it's sauce.” Senga tells him seriously, and Nikaido nods and agrees that blood would make a good sauce, even though that's not at all what Senga said.
“Doctor.” Nikaido starts, then sets the sauce down and takes a step closer to Senga. “Will you go out with me?”
Senga opens his mouth to tell Nikaido off, but another drunk voice interrupts him.
“Senga-kun! I've been looking for you all night!”
It's Kawaei, the party host girl who keeps looking at Senga all the time, and she's clearly really drunk, her minimal white dress slipping enough to show the tip of her beige bra.
“Hi.” Senga smiles, happily polite even though he still tries to force the water down Nikaido's throat.
“They're playing truth or dare, you should come!” She says, and Nikaido immediately lightens up.
“Oh yes we should, I want to!” He claims, and starts heading for the stairs but Senga stops him.
“If you drink this, we'll play.” He says firmly, and Nikaido grins stupidly.
“It's hot when you're this firm Doctor.” He says, and Fuma snorts with laughter, but Kawaei seems to agree with Nikaido's statement.
Nikaido obediently drinks the water, even though he spills a little on his shirt, and they head back upstairs. There are people sitting in the stairs too, and it's not difficult to recognize Haruna squeezed in next to a boy who's got his tongue down her throat, and Tomomi just laughs as they realize it's not the same brunette as last time they saw her.
~*~
Truth or dare is somehow always funniest when you don't know the people you're playing it with, Kento figures and laughs as Yuto tells his most embarrassing childhood story. It's easier to answer questions when no one is there to judge you, and the dares just get more and more about touching and less about embarrassing each other the drunker everyone gets. Of course though, Shori's sitting next to Kento and Kento's sure he didn't want to know where Kento's favourite place to have sex is, nor his description of what an orgasm feels like.
But he won't be traumatized for too long, Kento figures, making sure Shori's still got Sprite and vodka in his glass.
“I still don't see what's so fun about this game.” Shori comments as a girl stands up to go get a banana for some questionable reason.
“It's just a flimsy excuse to make out.” Kento smiles at Shori, who looks up at him with another unimpressed look, but Kento just sips more of his now spiked wine and smiles wider. “You should try it.”
“I'm not wasting my first kiss on someone who's this drunk.” Shori snorts, and Kento tells him that was a clever decision.
People come and go from the playing circle constantly, and he doesn't pay them much attention, just listens more or less intently to answers and watches dares play out, but suddenly he glances up and sees Kikuchi Fuma stand at the edge of the circle as two of his friends plop down to join the game. He's a vampire, it seems, in black pants, a red vest and a long black cape, but he doesn't appear to have the teeth. If he's taken them out or never had them is anyone's guess.
Kento's not exactly sure what he feels seeing Fuma, if he's angry or irritated or just upset that he's here to ruin the mood, but his eyes narrow because Fuma's laughing and seemingly having fun with some guys surrounding him that look a little less like douchebags than he does.
“Kento-kun!” A lot of people suddenly yell like it's hilarious, and he returns to the game before him to find out what's happening, having agreed to be called Kento in favour of there being two Nakajima's.
“What, what?” He asks quickly, and the girl next to him laughingly informs him that Senga-kun is going to show his seduction skills on Kento.
“Oh, okay.” Is all he can say, seeing Senga across the circle crawling over to where he's sitting, and a single glance up at Fuma again shows that he's not laughing anymore.
Kento is nothing if not dedicated, so he puts on an innocent face as Senga stops right before him with a small smile.
“Hey.” Senga says, and Kento tilts his head with a small questioning smile.
“Hey.” He says back, and Senga smiles for real.
Kento's pretty sure he can hear Kawaei squeal somewhere as Senga leans in, cupping Kento's cheek with his hand and he's really warm. He doesn't kiss him, but instead brushes his nose against Kento's cheekbone towards his temple, then there are lips touching his neck so briefly it honestly mostly tickles and Kento breaks character in favour of a smile but manages to hold in the laughter.
Someone behind Senga drunkenly calls for him not to cheat openly like this, and Kento actually snorts a laugh before returning to his innocent being-seduced character.
Senga's gentle and not very invasive even though he's in Kento's personal space, and it's kind of comfortable. Probably it can be blamed on Kento being drunk, but it's nice none the less.
He's a little surprised though when fingers trail down his arms while Senga's breath caresses his neck down to his shoulder, and then he's gently grabbed by the wrists and pushed backwards to loud catcalling. He still doesn't laugh when his back hits the floor and Senga hovers over him, holding his wrists above his head, because if he's going to do something he's going to do it properly, just blinks up at him like a blushing virgin. Senga seems to be satisfied like that though, and grins as he backs off and lets Kento sit up to loud laughter and applause.
“Well seduced!” Yuto calls with a grin, and Kento grins too.
“It was very convincing.” He agrees, and the game continues, Shori moving in to sit next to him again.
But Kawaei steps in before Senga can crawl back, or more likely she stumbles because she's definitely found a shot or something somewhere.
“Senga-kun! I want to talk to you!” She says, sounding almost upset, and Senga innocently looks up before he shrugs and steps out of the circle.
Kento figures he should probably take his leave too because that didn't sound good, and so he stands up as well.
Kawaei barely manages to get a few metres before she stops, and Senga looks questioningly at her.
“Senga-kun, I really like you, you know?” She starts, and Kento is wondering if he should interrupt this when he sees Sayaka approaching and figures she'll fix it. “I want you to seduce me like that, look, I even bought this new bra for your sake. It pushes up my boobs, like, lots. And that was totally hot and even though Kento-kun's my friend I thought I was gonna soak through my- Saya-chan?”
Sayaka cuts off her sluggish speech by grabbing her arm. “Come on Rina-chan, you should have some water.”
“But I'm not thirsty I just had really strong water, and I'm really busy here telling Senga-kun that I love-” She breaks off and quickly throws a hand up to cover her mouth.
“Shit.” Sayaka mutters before quickly tugging Kawaei towards the bathroom, calling for someone to come and help her while Senga stands still and looking a cross between confused and concerned.
~*~
TBC
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