The cool gust of chilled air greeted them as they entered the studio.
And as usual Hisashi had his arm around Jiro's waist as they had been doing everytime they enter the studio.
They seated themselves next to each other in the couch. _Their_ couch as Hisashi labeled it.
Teru snickered as he looked at the couple. "About time you two came
in."
Takuro snorted. "As if we're not used to it already, you two must've done something really tiring last night eh?"
"Heh, we always do. Ne koi?" Hisashi answered as he linked his fingers with Jiro's.
Jiro just bowed his head.
He suddenly found it hard to breathe.
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It was breaktime, Jiro got up to excuse himself to the washroom.
"Ano, Tak-kun...gotta pee" Jiro said, seeking the leader's approval. Takuro just nodded his redish-brown head, he seem to be preoccupied with their still-unfinished song...Jiro was about to saunter off when Hisashi got up as well.
"Jiro, you need some company?"
Jiro sighed, a look of irritation flashed in his eyes. "Hisa, I'm only going to the washroom. Stay here and rest, I'll come back soon, okay?"
Hisashi sat back down and nodded, a little disappointed. "Okay, bring me some water from the machine when you come back ne?"
Jiro smiled and blew him a kiss.
A couple of minutes passed.
"Tak, can I go outside. Smoke break."
Hisashi's head snapped in his bestfriend's direction. He noted that Teru's smoking break is getting more frequent every practice.
Noticing Hisashi's attention fixed on him, Teru walked over to his bestfriend. "Ne, Hisa-kun wanna join me?"
Hisashi shook his head. "Nah, I'll stay here...Jiro wants me to _minimize_ ruining my lungs"
Teru chuckled, already reaching inside his pockets to retrieve his Frontier and black Cartier lighter. "Your loss man...I'll go outside then."
Hisashi watched Teru's back as it slowly disappeared from his sight. The door closed with a soft click.
Only then did Hisashi realize the change in Teru's voice when he said "no" to his offer.
It changed from hesitant to almost happy.
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Jiro splashed cold water onto his face before facing himself in the bathroom mirror. A brief image of Hisashi's smiling face fluttered on his mind.
I love you.
"Fuck" Jiro told himself.
"What did you say?" a voice behind him asked.
Jiro's eyes shifted to the person behind him. He glared at the person _hard_...he's not ready to deal with this right now, not when he's feeling unbareably guilty.
"What are you doing here?" Jiro demanded, clearly irritated with the person's presence.
The person grinned. "You seem a bit off track back there, I just wanted to check on you"
Jiro turned around, his hands gripping the tiled sink tightly. "I need to be alone right now, I don't want you here."
The person's hand reached out to cup Jiro's cheek. "You'll need me later. I'll be at the usual, I'll wait for you."
Jiro felt like punching the daylights out of the one touching him, but the thought of being with someone else later that night thrilled him. He'll be free tonight, the thought both excited and at the same time scared him. He could only nod in response. "Yeah, I'll be there."
"Just checking. I'll be going now, he might get suspicious...you go in first. Ja mata Jiro-chan" the person smiled naughtily then started walking out of the bathroom.
Jiro closed his eyes and put a hand on his temples, massaging it slowly. "Fuck you Teru."
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Jiro sowly seated himself beside Hisashi, his arm languidly encircling that of the guitarist's shoulders. Hisashi leaned in close to Jiro, his head resting just above Jiro's chest.
"Took you long enough" Hisashi remarked, savoring the rise and fall of Jiro's breathing.
Jiro slowly smoothed Hisashi's unstyled hair with his hand. "Sorry...I noticed my hair was a little messy, I fixed it up a bit."
Takuro sighed in disbelief. "You know, I think you guys've are spending too much time with each other. This is a studio not a motel for pete's sake!"
"Get yourself a boyfriend then, you're spending too much time with your guitar you're being a little too cranky than usual" Jiro said jokingly, his hand not stopping their exploration of Hisashi's hair.
Hisashi laughed, snuggling closer to Jiro.
"Hey what's going on here?" Teru inquired as he entered the studio. Hisashi felt Jiro stiffen upon Teru's entry, but didn't say anything about it.
"Look at them and tell me there's nothing wrong" Takuro said, exasperation clear in his voice.
Teru shifted his eyes from Takuro to the couch, he smiled when he saw the two snuggled together.
But Hisashi didn't miss the bitterness that quickly flashed in Teru's eyes before that smile.
"Ne Jiro, did you get my water?" Hisashi asked Jiro as he slowly pulled away from the other man.
Jiro's heart quickened, he swallowed, he was totally immersed with what happened in the bathroom that he forgot about the water. "I'm sorry I forgot."
Hisashi's mouth curved upward to form a smile. "That's okay." He was about to reach for his Talbo when something caught his eye.
It was Teru.
And Teru is glaring at him.
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Jiro Jiro Jiro Jiro Jiro.
I love you.
Jiro Jiro Jiro Jiro Jiro.
No one else can have you but me.
Jiro Jiro Jiro Jiro Jiro.
Only me.