Disclaimer: I don't own Utapri.
A Day With Him : Ittoki Otoya
The sun beamed at you through the window and slightly opened curtains signaling the start of a new day. One of your hands instinctively covered your eyes still half-shut with sleep while the other grasped at the cold empty space at your side. You slowly lowered your hand and swept your arms up and down at your side like you were making a snow angel and then bolted upright. You happened to be alone in a big king sized bed. No wonder it felt cold and empty. Clutching the sheets to your chest you let your eyes scan the room, allowing yourself to take the situation in. A painting hung over your head, a small bedside table with a lamp was on your left, across of you was another desk, the tv beside it and in the dark corner a long couch. And on that long couch was a person with red hair, like a tiny spark of flame where the light hit it.
Slowly, carefully, as to not make noise, you slide your sheets off and crawl to the tip of the bed. You stop with your knees hanging slight off to the edge eyes fixated on the sleeping figure.
Otoya was given a weekend off and whisked you away on his little mini vacation. Yesterday was exhausting, quickly packing and then heading out and then settling in. Upon arriving you ate at a fancy seafood restaurant he had reserved and then ended the night by checking into the hotel. That was when things got awkward. The closet was big, the bathroom immaculate... but the sight of the bed caused a mutual feeling of tension and awkwardness.
"Oh... uh... there's only one bed," Otoya pointed out, breaking the silence.
"Uh... I see," you mumbled in response, trying to look anywhere and at anything but him.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't look and-"
"No!" You protest, for he had nothing to feel guilty about. Your face reddened so they matched the guitarist's hair at the realization that you had raised your voice.
"The bed is big anyway," you add quickly you voice lowering into a whisper as you finished, but Otoya had already gathered up a pillow and a blanket.
"I could sleep on that couch over there," said the read head softly flashing his trademark grin, gesturing at the lone couch in the corner of the room with a tilt of his head.
A strange mixture of relief and disappointment flooded your body. You were in a room with Ittoki Otoya of Starish and honestly, you wouldn't mind sleeping on the same bed. The thought of accidentally touching him was both frightening and exciting. Embarrassment shot up ten fold and you could only nod frantically in response to the red head and sulkily crawl into bed by yourself. Despite how comfortable the bed was the fight for sleep was grueling. Your heart and mind were both racing and your head felt heavy to the point of bursting, overloaded by visions and the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. You don't know when, but sleep had eventually claimed you.
You squeaked as you felt your body falling to the side. With your quick reflexes you managed to hang on to the covers and press yourself against the bed. Thinking of the night before you felt compelled to be closer to Otoya completely forgetting yourself. The red head did not stir and you sighed, clutching your chest. Maybe, just maybe it was ok to get close to him? Before you knew it, with a mini body pillow in hand, you approached the sleeping prince. His face looked so peaceful and he was even more adorable even as he snored lightly. You admired the profile of his face, from the way his hair fell over his face—a messy mop of red, to the bridge of his nose and his long eyelashes... How could a man have such beautiful eyelashes...? Then again, all of Starish had beautiful eyelashes, not like you looked at all the other guys in great detail like that. Slowly, you place the pillow at the small space on the couch he didn't occupy. It fit perfectly still with room to spare. Was there enough room there for you? Enough so that there would be at least a small distance and you could if even for a moment enjoy being close to him without him being aware and without things being awkward?
You carefully placed your head on the pillow and you felt air pass through your lips and realized you have been holding in a breath. Within the small distance, you could feel the heat radiating from his body, causing you to close your eyes and relish in it. Like a cat you managed to curl yourself small enough to fit onto the couch with the guitarist, barely touching him. That was until he shifted so that your knees pressed against his side and one of his arms found its way over your head. Your eyes flew wide open and dared to look only once at him, so briefly it was a blur, before squeezing tightly shut. You prayed that you would survive the ordeal in silence but swore that you could die in happiness right there as you listened to the rapid beating of your heart. Completely unaware, Otoya inflicted the critical finishing move, his hand finding your body and pulling you closer towards him.
You whimpered at the contact..
"...Huh? You're here?"
Shyly you looked up to nod at Otoya, entirely surprised by how he wasn't freaking out on you.
"It was cold." you responded, and lonely, but admitting that would really make you embarrassed, as if you already didn't feel like a complete creep.
"Ah, in that case..."
Otoya ceased to amaze you. He pulled you even closer to him and did so with a big grin on his face.
"It's ok to relax," he assured you, allowing you to uncurl your self from a ball position and letting your legs stretch out freely alongside his.
For about ten minutes you laid on the couch together in silence. It was actually very relaxing. RRRTTT! Reflexively you turn to your companion who looked back at you. RRRTTT! There it was again. You put a hand over you stomach and glanced down.
"I'm hungry too," Otoya said, rubbing his own belly, "Let's get breakfast."
"Yeah, let's!"
The two of you took turns taking a shower and getting ready. Otoya being the gentleman he was let you go first and on top of that told you to go ahead and take your time. He was going to get ready in the bathroom and the rest of the space in the room you could use as you pleased. How admirable he was being although disappointingly so. You knew life wasn't like the dramas on tv but Otoya sure was making it difficult for any surprises to happen.
The excitement of spending the day with Otoya officially starting had you automatically skipping alongside him as you both headed down for breakfast. He looked fashionable in a plain baseball tee and jeans, accessorizing with some bracelets on his right wrist, a watch on his left and the traditional idol disguise: dark over-sized sunglasses. He even (literally) topped off his disguise with a hat. He seemed in great spirits as well and shared your sentiments at the moment, that a plate full of breakfast food would be great then and there. Somehow it made you feel closer to him. You noticed that as you walked beside one another, you would end up really close and could even swear that you bumped elbows or shared instances of awkward hand touches. Did he notice too? If he did he didn't let on at all.
Arriving at the downstairs lobby the scent of breakfast hit you both in the face. You both grinned at one another and raced towards the food. You got a plate of bacon, sausage, scrambled eggs and pancakes with orange juice and quickly found a spot to sit as Otoya made his round. You watched as he piled plates and food onto his tray. He must be really hungry, you think to yourself as you giggled. As soon as he finished stocking up, you waved him over.
"Wahh! That's a lot of food Ittoki kun!" you exclaimed as he sat down.
"I am quite hungry. And you know, it wouldn't hurt for you to fill up a bit either," he said as he took a bite of sausage and hash browns.
You take a sip of orange juice as you contemplated what he said and watched as he ate. Suddenly you felt a little self conscious about eating in front of him. In fact you felt pretty conflicted between barely eating or stuffing your face in an attempt to avoid conversation. You chose to run instead of fight, taking consecutive spoonfuls into your mouth.
"So... what are we doing today?" you asked, halfway finished with your food.
Otoya crossed his arms and rubbed his chin in thought. You watched with heart drumming in your chest, palms sweating.
"We are going to have fun!" He finished, starry eyed, fists balled up with determination.
Fun? You could only guess what that meant. You had no idea what was going to happen. You liked that Otoya was making the plans but surprises aren't your thing. Before you knew it, you were whisked into a cab heading for who knows where. Being in a confined space with Otoya had you feeling overwhelmed to the point your body stiffened.
"Are you okay?" He asked and it only served to make you more nervous. He was pretty perceptive.
During what felt like a long ride, he proved to be very attentive. The entire time he was focused on making you feel at ease, coming up with silly conversations, checking up on you every step of the way. He even hummed some songs to the radio. That was your favorite part. The sounds just fell sweetly on your ears, it was like drinking sikhye. You closed your eyes to savor the feeling and then suddenly you felt a small tap on your shoulder.
"We're here!" Otoya exclaimed
The red head spread his arms wide in front of an arcade. Your eyes lit up at the sight. This was going to be fun. As you went around and played Otoya showed off his athletic prowess. Kicking soccer balls, shooting hoops, skee ball and knocking down clowns- there seemed to be nothing he couldn't do.
Somehow you beat him in air hockey although you felt suspicious about it. Your wins you counted against him were trivia, connect 4 and racing.
Then he brought you to the dreaded dance machine. He showed off a little bit, playing a couple of songs in a difficult setting. Just watching him gave you enough amusement and made you so happy.
"Would you like to dance?"
At the guitarist's suggestion you shook your head adamantly. But he was stubborn, dropping subtle hints about how he'd like it if you tried. Still you shook your head 'No.' But then he smiled and told you that you could dance together and you will be alright. And that's all it took for you to get on the pad next to him. You started out stiff and awkward but as you danced through song after song you eventually loosened up.
"You're doing a good job! See? Just focus on enjoying yourself!"
Yes. Fun. It was fun. Nothing to be embarrassed about. After all, the most important person in the room to you, Otoya, was not judging you. Instead he was encouraging you, and smiling. That was the best. Soon you realized that you played one too many rounds you wouldn't have normally opted to.
"O...ok! I... think... I-I'm... good now..." you panted, leaning against the bar on the machine.
"You did great!" Otoya beamed, giving a thumbs up.
Your heart accelerated at the sight. The energetic Starish member offered you his arm and you took it, allowing him to support you as you walked off the machine and towards the bar for a glass of water. All of the booths were full and so the only seats unoccupied were the small little islands of tall round tables and your nemesis: the high chair. Your faces scrunched up at the sight of it and Otoya must have noticed because he stopped where he was at to ask about your condition.
"It's nothing, I just... really don't like high chairs." you confessed, cheeks burning.
His eyes widened, doe-like with understanding and wonder as he gave you his hand to hold until you comfortably settled into your chair. That was a lot different than what you had expected. You had expected him to chuckle a little and then apologize before helping. Yet, somehow this was a lot better and it made you feel even giddier. You watched as he got on the chair and then stretched once seated with his hands cupping the back of his head. You couldn't tear your eyes away from his arms while they were in that position. There was no denying that Otoya had a pair of very attractive arms, every curve and definition was there, up close to examine. You felt your tongue sweep your bottom lip.
"Eh...? You must be parched..."
Crap. He saw! You turned many shades darker than the color of the guitarist's hair. On the high chair you fidgeted and waved your hands around in protest.
"Excuse me!" He yelled to catch the attention of the nearest server, ordering a glass of water for each of you.
The cold glass of water was very helpful. It was refreshing, cooled you down and it was a good distraction because no matter how beautiful Otoya's face was and no matter how badly you wanted to stare at it forever you just couldn't. At that moment the ripple-y reflection of the red headed idol was your preference.
"After this, I have something else planned," said Otoya leaning in towards you.
More surprises? Well, if it's him... they're not really bad at all... Under his gaze you could only nod.
"Great! Cause I can't wait! but first..."
He pulled back and tilted his head to look over your shoulder.
"Let's play that!"
You looked behind you at a game a couple left, a machine with curtains covering it with a big intimidating sign reading 'Hoard Escape.'
"Looks like it is free now. I've been seeing you ,looking over at it the entire time we were here."
"Oh well that's..."
"Let's go!"
You take his hand as you shakily stepped off of the high chair and walked towards the game. Once inside, you took in a deep breath and released it slowly. Your heart was racing and could have sworn it jumped in your throat as you became acutely aware of elbows and legs touching. His and yours. Yours and his. You felt a bead of sweat roll down the side of you face and wondered if the entire time you were drenched in nervous sweat and the paranoia at the moment was very real. Beside you, Otoya looked calm as he surveyed the little capsule for two.
"Says here that the game adjusts to player's heart rate."
"That's a very interesting concept," you admit, nervous about whatever that could mean. But you steel yourself, taking another deep breath as the red head casually swiped the card for both guns.
"W-well, let's do this!" you gulped.
You grabbed your gun and tried hard to control you breathing as you aimed at the screen. Otoya seemed a little clumsy during the tutorial stage but adjusted as the game went along. According to the the game your heart rate was 88. That was supposed to be good news right? From the corner of your eyes you steal a glance of the red head. He looked calm but on the screen his heart rate see-sawed between 96 to 100. The game sensing it decided that it was going to send droves of the undead to feast on the fear. You both screamed and gasped in unison as you tried the ward off the predators. But spon you found that Otoya's gun had disappeared from the screen and you realized in game you were alone.
"I'm so sorry..." the red head whined, like a guilty child.
You felt the corners of your mouth lifting. How dare he be so adorable, leaving you alone to fend for yourself? Still, you really felt like showing off. Somehow you were managing to survive well on you own but then... all you could remember was your eyes instinctively squeezing tightly and a loud shrill scream that most likely belonged to you. When you opened your eyes the screen was red with white text reading, 'You Died. Continue?' and a countdown below.
"Phew. It's over! The last guy was really big and scary!"
"That—that was amazing!"
In excitement, the guitarist turned to you and grabbed your shoulders. Then quickly realizing what he was doing rubbed his neck shyly.
"Thank you," you squeaked meekly.
"Are you ready for what's next?" asked Otoya with a big grin.
"I'm sure whatever it is, it will be fun!" You responded. It took a while but you felt more at ease than when the trip began. The air between you completely changed.
As you left the arcade Otoya continued to sing you praises. You countered him with praises of your own. In the end, it caused you both to laugh ending into an awkward yet comfortable silence. As you waited for the cab you allowed your mind to wander back to the time of Hoard Escape—all the excitement and all the questions. Like for instance... how Otoya's heart rate according to the game started out really high. Was he that scared? Or was it something else entirely? How he put his hands on your shoulder. How genuinely impressed he was. All of it made him seem like such a regular guy. After all, you didn't really consider yourself extraordinary, but he truly made you feel that way. Dammit Otoya. Every fiber of your being wanted to curse him but at the same time you wished the day would never end.
The cab arrived and Otoya opened the door for you with a little bow and then followed you in. Otoya whispered something to the driver and then asked him to turn the radio to a specific station. He sang along to every song that came on and played, looking up the ones he didn't know on his phone so he could sing along too. As you listened to him, the urge to sing welled up within you. But you felt shy, especially next to Otoya. Before you knew it, you were bobbing your head to beats, humming and finally singing in a whisper. Somehow you could imagine him glancing at you occasionally with his infectious smile and the thought made you want to melt into a puddle. Suddenly the taxi stopped, Otoya thanked and paid the driver and he helped you out.
"That was just the prelude for what's to come, are you ready?" Otoya asked as you took in the sight.
He had taken you to a karaoke bar. You swallowed hard at the sight and you felt your knees wobble. Then you felt a tap on your shoulder and smiling at you, Starish's guitarist offered his arm.
"Hey, let's have fun!"
You nodded, taking his arm. Inside the bar it was bright yet it also appeared foggy. On the stage there was a trio of drunk men singing merrily to a song. As soon as you sat down, they reached the end of their song and everyone clapped and roared. You both sat through many others singing up on the stage, each one making you feel excited. The last person who sang was a very shy young woman. Her reception wasn't that strong and noticing it Otoya cheered and clapped loudly for her. As she passed, the redhead stopped her.
"You were really amazing over there!" He cried, placing hand on her shoulder. The girl blushed and thanked him with a quiet stutter before walking back to her seat. Otoya... Really... You couldn't help but feel a little emotional. You felt a little tingle in your nose and your eyes were threatening to spill tears, watering at the corners.
"Are you ok?" asked Otoya and you felt like the tears would really start spilling with no way to stop them. You managed to hold them in and smile really big. You complimented him on how big a heart he had and how touching his gesture was.
"Well, in that case would you sing with me?"
"Eh... Ittoki kun..."
He shook his head, and then turned to the stage.
"I won't force you if you aren't comfortable. I'll be right back, ok?"
He walked towards the stage and he set up the song and then he closed his eyes as it started.
Carried on this melody created by two,
it seems like the future is overlapping with today.
Firmly without changing, like this phrase.
I don't want to let this go.
Your eyes widened in recognition to the song. He was singing his song. It was Brand New Melody. Suddenly you felt like the air was thin as panic set in. You didn't even drink but the room was spinning and you found yourself looking all around hoping that Otoya wasn't discovered. But when your eyes fell back on the red head you were stuck in a trance. Even if you wanted to do something you couldn't. You were frozen in place and entranced by his voice. You were held hostage by his charm until the end.
When he finished and walked back towards you, you felt yourself calming down. But then he shot you a mischievous grin with a wink, making your heart race all over again.
"T-that was... was that ok?" you asked nervously, looking around again.
Everyone was cheering really loudly. You even caught some people saying he sounded just like the real thing. Maybe everyone was too drunk or may his disguise worked for some reason. Whatever it was, you were glad that there was no ruckus.
"How about... we get a room?" He asked seriously.
"W-what? Oh! Uh.. umm sure!" you manged.
You had not recovered enough to even worry about being in a room alone with Otoya. Well, not like it should be a big deal, after all you did spend a night with him in a hotel room already. Inside the room, he started by singing a couple songs. Then he turned to you, mic tilted a little bit towards you.
"Sing? Actually... sing with me!" he said as he pointed at the book.
You snorted. He wanted to sing the Piyo chan song with you? You looked at the book and then to him and then back at the book and then to him again. Each time you locked eyes with him thy were getting bigger and bigger. He seemed to be trying to use the smolder on you. And the thing was... it worked. Because before you knew it, you were picking up the other mic and he pressed play and you were singing. By the end of the night you were singing most of the songs and Otoya watched and cheered. After the last song you sang you could barely remember waiting for a taxi back to the hotel or the ride back. Apparently you were asleep on the red head's shoulder the entire time, and you knew only because he woke you up softly shaking your shoulder.
"We're here," he said barely above a whisper.
You let him help you out but you walked ahead of him into the building and the rest of the way.
"Will you be ok?" he asked, "you must be tired."
"Uh... I'm great! Don't worry I can make it to the room!" you responded with a forced laugh. After all you were wide awake now. Your head was just on you idol's shoulder the entire time! Too bad you weren't awake to enjoy it... When you both got in the room, you both mechanically got ready for bed. Like before Otoya did not fail to display his chivalry. You waited for him at the end of the bed and jumped when you heard the bathroom door close.
"Still up?"
"I was waiting for you."
Otoya's face lit up to the same shade as his hair. He turned away for a moment, a hand over his face as he tried to recover
"Sit down," you offered, patting the space beside you.
Cautiously he walked over and sat down really slow.
"I don't think I can sleep on this bed by myself. Like last night. Ittoki kun..."
You mustered the courage to look at his face which matched the shade of your own. It gave you determination to continue.
"Will you share the bed with me?"
"I-I..." stuttered the guitarist.
You pulled a body pillow from the head of the bed and placed it in the middle, splitting the bed. That all too familiar smile appeared on his face.
"I can work with that."
A/N: This went on way longer than I planned but I think it's cute and also I tried to solve some problems of the Cecil x Camus issues on here. Idk how I did really? I actually still have to go back and improve that when I get the chance and of course the motivation. I might make this into a series based on some match up stuff and things I discussed with a friend. R/R!