While There Was Plot
Genre: Romance, Humour
Rating: M (just in case, but I don't really write smut)
Pairings: Tokiya/Otoya, Ren/Masato, implied Natsuki/Syo
Summary: While Haruka and all her gay friends were off having plot-related adventures, just what was Tokiya doing? Unrequited love, side jokes, and helpful Haruka. Ren/Masa, Tokiya/Ottoya, implied Natsuki/Syo. Slash, yaoi, gay, whatever you want to call it.
Disclaimer: Uta no Prince-sama is not mine in any way, I own nothing and make no money.
Spoilers: Yup. Go finish watching the rest of the sparkly anime before reading.
Tokiya seemed to be spending far too much time by himself looking out random windows. He'd already spent a couple hours wandering around empty hallways moodily, and he was getting tired of apathetic females fainting and walking into walls when he walked by. Otoya was out doing something with Haruka, so there was nothing entertaining to do in his room besides colour-coding his wardrobe again. Ren was busy moping over his closeted sexuality issues, Masato was wandering around dark corners of the library pining over Ren, and Natsuki was out on a picnic with Syo. All the other students were completely boring and irrelevant. So, Tokiya headed up to one of the many empty corridors used for emotional scenes but otherwise abandoned by the collective student body, who preferred to congregate in public places.
A feathered quill scratched across his notebook, adding another character to his sonnet. Tokiya hummed softly, muttering rhyming words under his breath. Sunlight streamed in across the paper, casting a delicate shadow of his quill over the characters, making everything that much more emotional and symbolic. He could hear laughter outside the window, and peered out to investigate. The collective student body avoided laughter, so it had to be someone relevant. He spotted Otoya, Haruka, and Haruka's friend Tomo sitting on a bench, eating together. Otoya leaned in to steal a bit of Haruk's sushi, his hand brushing across her arm as he did. Tokiya frowned, turning away and clenching his hands in what the audience probably assumed was jealousy at someone touching Haruka but was pretty obviously his angsty, unrequited attraction towards Otoya. Tokiya sighed, picking up his notebook and leaving to go find another random window.
Red. Fed. Sled. Bed. Bed. Tokiya blushed and kept trying to think of a usable rhyme. He glanced out the window to his left, watching Otoya run around outside for no apparent reason. Sunlight glinting off his red hair, adding a golden tint to the spiky locks as he laughed at something Tomo was saying. Tokiya sighed again, running a hand down the wooden frame of the window. Abruptly, he turned and stalked out. Waiting for Otoya back in their room seemed like an excellent idea.
Tokiya added a couple more sonnets and one limerick to his notebook before Otoya finally returned to their room, shaking his fiery red hair to cast away the rain water dripping down the messy, silky strands to slide down a muscled neck. Funny, it hadn't been raining the last time he looked out a random window. Not that he was complaining; attractive rain water didn't need logic to justify its necessity. Otoya blinked and focused his brilliant red gaze on Tokiya, his smile lighting up the entirety of the universe.
"Tokiya? There's soup spilling onto your lap." Otoya pointed to the bowl of noodles on his desk that had somehow tipped over sideways. Tokiya sighed and picked the bowl up, ignoring the searing heat burning through his pants and heading towards the bathroom. Ten minutes later, he returned in a much grumpier mood that still came off outwardly as indifference. Otoya was sprawled across the floor, writing something with his ridiculous headphones blasting some kind of music. He was so inelegant, Tokiya sighed, too spontaneous, too bubbly. A perfect opposite. Otoya looked up and grinned, taking off his headphones.
"Tokiya! I can't wait to tell you all about what I did with Nanami today. She's amazing. But first, what were you up to?" Otoya asked, still smiling happily. Tokiya felt his chest tighten, he muttered something about studying as he slid the notebook under a pile of work on his desk. He listened to Otoya prattle on happily about Haruka, with a bitter frown that could be interpreted as feelings of attraction towards Haruka. But maybe it was better that way. He gazed down at Otoya sadly, still half-listening to some kind of tale about piano angst.
"So, then, Nanami was telling me how her grandmother told her love was genderless, and it really had an impact on me…. Tokiya, are you listening?" Otoya paused, tilting his head to the side and watching him. Tokiya growled, shoving out of the room to go take a moody, sweaty shower.
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Otoya watched Tokiya slam the door of their room with a heavy heart. There were times when he was sure Tokiya thought of him as no more than an annoyance, but then… then Tokiya would do something that said otherwise. Those moments had been few and far between since he had started hanging out with Haruka, and Otoya was worried about his friend. He glanced over at Tokiya's desk, noting that something seemed out of place. There was an old notebook sticking out of the impeccably neat stack of books. Otoya frowned, getting up from his comfy spot on the floor and wandering over. Surely, if it were just schoolwork, Tokiya wouldn't mind, right? Of course not. He carefully pulled out the notebook, flipping to a random page. Otoya nearly dropped the book when he read the first line. It was… poetry? He hadn't known Tokiya wrote poems. Quickly, he shut the notebook and placed it back. He couldn't help flushing at the line he'd read, there was one incredibly lucky redheaded girl somewhere in the school. Otoya pulled out his headphones and returned to sprawling on the floor, resolutely ignoring the notebook behind him.
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Tokiya returned from his shower half an hour later. Water dripped down his shimmering blue hair, pooling in crystalline rivulets across his bare chest. Not that he'd deliberately left his shirt open or anything. He was mildly pleased to see Otoya's eyes widen at his entrance, a light blush dusting his cheeks. He glanced over at his desk, freezing as he saw the notebook that was now on top of his textbooks.
"Otoya…" He said slowly, turning to face a very guilty looking roommate. "Explain why my notebook was been touched."
"Er… I only read one line. I'm sorry. And it was lovely!" Otoya babbled, leaping up from his spot on the floor and moving closer, gripping one of Tokiya's wrists tightly. "I'm really, really sorry. And, whoever she is, she's very lucky."
"Right…" Tokiya said, backing away. He glanced off to the side, avoiding Otoya's unnerving red gaze.
"Tokiya. I-it's okay, I mean, if it's Haruka…"Otoya trailed off, still staring helplessly at him. "You always act so moody whenever she's mentioned, and I was kind of worried… I guess it makes sense, there are tons of times when you've looked jealous and stuff…" Tokiya just sighed, shaking off Otoya's wrist and walking away, taking his notebook with him. Maybe now was a good time for one of those random walks in empty hallways.
AN: Annnd it would have ended here, but my wonderful friend/beta told me to "use my command of the English language and write more words." So there will be more chapters.
Thank you for reading, reviews make my ears shoot rainbows~
Update: Thanks for removing all my POV changing markers . Fixing both chapters so they are back in place, why was no one yelling at me for the confusion? xD