Title: Pestering

Genre: General / Fluff

Rating: G

Type: Drabble

Characters: Ren Jinguji, Masato Hijirikawa

Summary: Masato knew it was too much to ask for a day of peace

Disclaimer: Uta no Prince-sama and its characters belong to Brocolli.

Notes: no beta.

A/N: because MasaRen is my fave Utapri OTP. Somehow I feel like I just had to write something for them.

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He knew it was too much to ask for a day without him disturbing his peace

Masato walks towards his room, about to retire or maybe practice some calligraphy before it was time for dinner. The day passed by smoothly, without him getting unnecessary headache from his roommate, it was almost too good to be true, but the pianist knew times like these never lasts long.

"Yo! Masayan~"

Speak of the devil. Masato resisted that urge to sigh as he turned to the sax player with a frown. "You're too loud Jinguji" he scolded. "And kindly get your hands off my shoulders" he glared at the taller.

"Aw, you're no fun at all" the man teased, smirking at him playfully. Masato had no idea why he had the urge to blush, of all people he should be immune to the way this man talks by now.

He stared at his childhood friend, knowing that if was Jinguji Ren was pestering him like that, there was only a handful of reasons why "So, what do you want?" he asked, might as well get this over with before he gets himself another headache because Ren can be weirdly impulsive at times.

Ren chuckles in that deep rich voice that make ladies swoon "Always straight to the point aren't you, Masayan? Alright then…well, I'm hungry" he says, almost sounding like a whine to the younger man's ears.

"So?"

"So…" Masato almost gasps when Ren casually leans in closer, and he almost blushes at the close attention the other was giving him. "Well, cook for me, won't you?"

But if that was his trick to get any woman into his arms, Masato certainly wasn't a girl. He wasn't going to fall for the stupid bastard's trick. "What. Why should I? If you're hungry go to the cafeteria." He tells him, silently screaming inside his head that Junguji should learn about personal space.

"But Masa~" Ren stares at him, lips curled into an almost-pout and pleading look that made Masato almost give in. "I miss your cooking. Remember? When you cooked for me and Ranran? Cook something for me! Please?"

No.

Well, that was what he wanted to say at least…but for reason that he had to figure out for himself, he couldn't say no when Ren pesters him that much.

He tch-ed, walking away faster because he could feel his fast heating up "You're an ungrateful bastard"

It was almost unfair because the stupid man can read him so easily. Ren grinned widely, walking besides him with that stupid look on his face "You're really the best Masayan~"

"Shut up, don't call me that!"

"Hai, hai~ Masa-chan~"

"Jinguji!"

-End-