I'm a bit blocked at the moment, maybe updating will spur me into writing.

Same warnings as always apply! Real people involved, run away if that's an issue for you.

HATSUKOI
Chapter 2

Growing up with Shinnosuke's brother-complex equipped Kyousuke for the next day's incessant "Are you okay?" queries. But it was getting old, and consoling his aniki and parents over the phone left the kid frazzled by the time he sat down opposite the man who identified himself as Dr. Harada. Even the sympathetic smile directed at him had the boy near tears.

"How are you feeling, Hamao-kun?"

"I'm fine. You can tell Sensei I'm fine."

"Your hands are shaking."

Kyousuke dropped them to his lap. "It's not because...I'm just anxious."

"I'll try to make this quick. Tell me what you remember happening."

The boy took a deep breath. "Ryu-san said my uniform pants were too big and he had to measure me for alterations. The head designer had to leave early so we were alone, and I took off my jeans so he could measure my legs. His hand kind of...brushed... then he said it would be easier without my underwear, so take them off. I felt uncomfortable and said no, and Ryu-san said I'd get in trouble. I put my pants back on and told Buchou."

"Watanabe Daisuke."

"Yeah. Daisuke-san asked Taka-san to stay with me, and he went and told Sensei and Masuda-san. They all came back and told me it's okay, he was fired."

"Did that make you feel better?"

"No, I felt bad. It seemed extreme."

"Sexual abuse of a minor is very serious," the doctor said reasonably. "Had you not told, you could have been badly hurt. Has anyone else ever touched you in a way that made you feel uncomfortable?"

"A couple times, but I'm fine."

"You seem angry."

"Everyone's acting like I'm made of glass, I get enough of that with Aniki. I just want to be treated like everyone else."

"Do you think it's acceptable for adult strangers to touch you intimately?" Harada asked matter-of-factly.

"No. It's just that I'm okay."

"Do you think it's your fault?"

"No, but...no."

"But what?"

"Nothing."

"I can keep you here all day," the therapist said with a smile.

"Ryu-san seemed nice."

"You're thinking there's something wrong with you that people are reacting to?"

"N-No," the boy sort-of lied.

"You give off nothing but a pleasant air of innocence, Hamao-kun. Other people's perversions say nothing about you as a person. Please keep that in mind."

"Will you tell them I'm okay? Please?"

"If you give your word you will tell an adult whenever an inappropriate touch happens."

"Yes, Sensei."

"Okay. You can go now."

Daisuke was waiting for him in the hallway. Kyousuke thought he should be angred to be shadowed, but he felt strangely happy whenever the man was near him.

"Hi, Mao-kun. I was about to pull you out of there, I don't want you missing lunch. Come on."

While they stood in line for their food, Daisuke chattered about rehearsals and the script, light conversation that visibly calmed the boy.

Daisuke chose curry while Kyousuke opted for plain rice. "You don't like spciy stuff? I can't live without it. Here, Tomo said the pudding is good. Chocolate or vanilla?"

"Neither, thanks."

"Both it is." Daisuke plopped them on his tray. "Ooh, sweet tea, I loved this stuff when I was in New York. You've got to try it and you could use the calories."

"Why were you in New York?" Kyousuke asked as they picked an empty table. "What's it like?"

"Like Tokyo. You're from here, right? Yeah. I was doing a semester abroad in university, studying architecture. I was doing so much theater, I should have just gotten a degree in that instead."

"A lot of math, right? You can help Shogo with his algebra," Kyousuke laughed. "He'd probably give you his per diem if you do it for him."

Daisuke smiled. "Are you feeling better?"

Kyousuke frowned. "I'm fine. I've been fine."

"That's worrying in itself. If this was an isolated incident, you'd be reacting more." The elder sighed. "I intend to return you to Shinnosuke-san in one happy piece. But you need to help me. It was good you came and told me. Please keep doing so."

"I will. But I wish you guys would just let me forget it."

"Can you? I'd be freaked out for weeks if it happened to me. You're really strong."

Kyousuke smiled. "Thannk you for saying it that way. Usually people tell me I'm stronger than I look."

Daisuke returned the expression. "What I see has nothing to do with size. I think you're plenty strong."

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Masuda and Ryokyou-sensei wanted very much for their cast to bond, figuring that real friendships would translate to on-stage chemistry. The Seigaku teammates seemed to be getting along, and the director sometimes helped by organizing activities for them. On this night, he had splurged and reserved an entire private room for them at a nearby sushi restaurant, and the young men enjoyed a long table of food while chatting to each other.

To Kyousuke's relief, he was no longer being incessantly asked if he was okay, though he was frequently being hugged and petted. He had never much liked being touched, but Daisuke's pat of his arm, even more than Yuya's stroke of his hair, made him feel an odd mixture of shyness and elation.

Shogo continued to be cocky, taking the seat at the head of the table, but he was so charming and flirty that he was usually forgiven. Yuuta whispered to Taka that they would indeed need to watch their star, as he was very obviously checking out the good-looking servers, both male and female. Most just laughed at his advances, though one woman was asked to leave the room after offering the boy her phone number. Masuda was heard to mutter something about needing a drink and went to make a complaint to the manager.

Kyousuke was seated between Ogasawara and Yuya, his Golden Pair partner and roommate. The former often glanced at him but spoke little more than offers of dishes, but Yuya smiled at the younger boy and told him he had done really well at rehearsal.

"Thanks. I've never danced before. Like, ever."

"You're flexible, I can tell from the way you stretch, that helps. Never? Not even at school dances?"

"Girls have never liked me."

"Do you...like them?"

Kyousuke colored a little bit. "I haven't yet really. My mom says I'm a late bloomer."

"I'm the opposite. I'm told I actually proposed to my first kanji teacher in first grade. I do remember he was cute."

Kyousuke laughed. "I wish I'd seen that. How did he react?"

"Just laughed, apparently. All the girls liked him too. I must have wanted to impress him, because my writing is very good. What subjects do you like, MaoMao?"

"History is my favorite. My kanji is kind of messy. I like English, but I'm terrible at it."

"You look like an angel," Yuya said in English.

"See, I didn't understand you."

"That was my intent. Maybe I can help you with it. What about it is hard for you?"

"Sentence structure, pronunciation, verbs, all of it."

Meanwhile, Tomo was smirking between bites of maguro. This wasn't unusual, but Daisuke finally asked the younger what was so amusing.

"Just you. You set yourself up as the great jailbait protector, yet you do nothing but look at our little MaoMao."

"I'm keeping an eye on him. He was sexually harassed the other day, remember? I can't tell if he's really okay or just putting on a brave face."

"No need to be defensive, it was just an observation. He is kind of interesting."

Daisuke frowned

"Not like that. You know I'm spoken for. I just mean I've never known anyone so oblivious to his own allure. Poor Yuya's got stars in his eyes and I don't think Mao has any idea. I bet you a thousand yen he's never even dated."

"He hasn't, his brother told me."

"What about kissed?"

"As far as Shinnosuke-san knows, no."

"You've got your work cut out for you, Buchou. The kid is now living in a sea of male hormones. He'll be propositioned at the very least."

"It's not like I can forbid him to mess around, if it's with someone close to his age. Everyone experiments at sixteen."

"I wonder if he even masturbates."

"Tomo."

"Don't act like you haven't imagined it. Even I have, and ukes are not my thing."

"I'm sure he does, not that it's any of our business."

"Pics or it didn't happen."

"If you do or say anything that upsets him, remember that I have copies of really cutesy emails between you and Keisuke."

Tomo hmphed. "I can always say we were getting in character."

"Why aren't you guys returning for the sequel?"

"Kei won't without me, and Takumi is depressing."

"Sweet, though."

"MaoMao would do him well."

Daisuke laughed. "His family would never let him do a BL at his age."

"Maybe if he had a Gii they're learning to trust."

"I couldn't touch him like that."

"Even though you want to?"

Daisuke denied nothing, said nothing at all.

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Ogasawara and Makita had largely been ignoring the point of the outing, socializing very little. The former had eaten a chunk of wasabi and yelled "Burning!", his signature from the musical, and gotten a round of applause. But for the most part, the two young men sat a bit further back from the table than the others and texted each other. They made sure no one could see their phones, with good reason. Ogasawara was the clear leader of the two, but both had one thing on their minds.

I got a glimpse of Mao in his briefs while we were switching costumes. I wanted to rip them off.

He's definitely a virgin. He must be so tight.

What would you want first, mouth or hole?

I just want to put my mouth all over him. You?

I want to deflower him before anyone else gets to him. After that, I want to sample the rest of him.

Makita glanced up and over. Yuya's got a better chance than we do. He makes Mao smile.

He's a coward. He must have had tons of chances and hasn't taken them. If I roomed with Mao he'd be loose by now.

"What do you suppose they're snickering about?" Yuya whispered to Kyousuke.

"No idea. Inside joke, I guess."

"Better smile at Buchou, he keeps looking at you all worried."

Kyousuke offered his captain a slightly shy grin, and the man looked back affectionately and mouthed "Okay?" The boy nodded, and Daisuke turned back to Tomo, who appeared to be using his fingers to mime two people kissing. Daisuke smacked him but smiled, and for a moment Kyousuke wondered if they liked each other. He was disturbed enough to ask Yuya.

"Those two? Nah, Buchou and Tomo are just friends. Tomo's dating that guy who visited him."

"The one he did a movie with, right." Why do I feel so relieved? "I wonder why he tries to hide it."

"Maybe his management agency told him to appear available to the female fans. That's what mine told me. What about you?"

"Yeah...they said if I find a girl I want to date, I have to clear it with them first. They didn't say anything about...guys."

"Yours are smarter than mine, then. Girls love the idea of two idols they like dating each other. Have you seen the fanfic they write about 'Prince of Tennis' and the musical actors before us?"

"No. Are they going to write about us?"

"Oh, yeah. Bet there'll be a lot pairing you and me, since we're partners."

Kyousuke felt a little flushed, hoped it didn't show, and took a sip of cool tea. Yuya briefly stroked his hand, and he remembered something.

"You said if the psychiatrist said I'm okay, I could ask you anything."

"Hmm, yeah. How about your parents, how do they feel?"

"They were upset. They're letting me stay on the condition I not be left alone, and Buchou promised he'd keep a closer eye on me. Why do you worry about me so much?"

"We all do, MaoMao. It's not just an obligation or your age. It's the same instinct that keeps a person from netting a butterfly or trampling a flower. You're something special and you need to be protected."

"I don't understand."

"You do. You just don't like it. What do you really want to ask, MaoMao?"

A hesitation. "Why did you want to touch me? And don't tell me I'm a flower or something silly like that."

"You don't realize..." Yuya smiled. "You're so cute. It's because I like you."

"Like me?"

"Does that upset you?"

"No," Kyousuke said honestly. "I'm just confused."

"You don't see why someone would like you?"

"No."

"That makes you even cuter."

"What should I do?"

"Do you like me like that?"

Kyousuke frowned. "I honestly don't know."

"You don't have to do anything. Just give me a chance to win you over."

Kyousuke looked into the warm, dark eyes. Nothing scary there, all softness and affection. Did he like Yuya? He liked him a lot as a friend, and was attracted to him. Was that enough? The boy glanced very quickly at Daisuke. The elder was worlds away, an adult who saw him as a kid.

Kyousuke smiled weakly. "Okay."

To be continued.

I promise, this will end up being Dai/Mao. This is just...yeah.