Title: Fanboy Tendencies

Summary: "For the last time, Yashiro-san, I don't collect Mogami-san's hair." Crack-fic. Implied RenxKyoko.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Warnings: Major OOC-ness, grammar errors and typos (because I type every chapter directly on the site before posting it lalala OTL)

"Ren, what's wrong?" the manager asked the tall actor as he watched his charge slump down the couch. Yashiro continued watching Ren as the said actor gently massaged the temples on the side of his head.

Tsuruga Ren gently shook his head. "Nothing's wrong, Yashiro."

The bespectacled man scoffed. "Yes, I can clearly see that, Ren," he then replied sarcastically.

With that, the tall actor glared at his manager before sighing in defeat. After realizing that his meddling manager wouldn't back down, he finally spoke. "It's that Kyoko went all Mio on me and scared the heck out of Yasuharu-san."

(Yasuharu Tomoko would act alongside Ren and Kyoko for the movie The Land and The Sea.)

Yashiro Yukihito pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and nodded knowingly. "Ah, sou?"

He has his suspicions. Now, he just had to act accordingly for the confirmation.

"Kyoko-chan~"

The young actress visibly stiffened at the sound of that cheerful voice.

"Ah, Yashiro-san."

"What are you doing here alone, Kyoko-chan? Ren and I have been looking for you."

Kyoko smiled sheepishly. "I'm going over the script again. Sorry if I caused you any trouble."

"Nah, it's okay. But is there something wrong, Kyoko-chan? You didn't eat lunch with us today..."

The look on the actress' eyes hardened for a moment, but it was suddenly gone as seconds passed.

"Kyoko-chan?"

The orange-haired woman was silent for a while. "Yasuhara Tomoko-san. She's really pretty, isn't she?"

The manager answered absent-mindedly. "But of course, she is― oh."

Kyoko went all Mio on me and scared the hell out of Yasuhara-san.

"Oh. Ooh. Ooooh."

"Yashiro-san?"

"Kyoko-chan?" the bespectacled man said softly, his glasses glinting suspiciously, "Are you... jealous perhaps?"

Yashiro Yukihito watched in awe as the woman in front of him blushed beet red and her golden eyes widened. "Wh-what?"

The manager smirked. "Are you, Kyo~ko-chan~?"

"I'm not!"

Yashiro's smirk widened. "Hmm. I'd say you are."

Kyoko gaped at him like a fish out of water. "No! I don't do jealous, Yashiro-san! I'm not jealous!"

Yashiro's smirk turned into a mischievous smile when the young actress softly added, "...am I?"

Yashiro's face: Ah, okay.

Yashiro's mind: Aksjdfhsdkfjshdflkajhsdfuuuuuuuuu― my ship huhu I cry at your perfection and beauty. Now I can die peacefully. Oh no I still have to witness the wedding and see their beautiful actor babies huhu I can't.

Needless to say, it took all of Yashiro Yukihito's strength not to squeal happily as the shooting of the scenes finally commenced.

A/N: well that sucks orz I can't write anything decent whyyyy huhu