Kuresawa and Tashiro
Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of Sasaki and Miyano.
Pairings: Tashiro x Kuresawa tension. Referenced Miyano x Sasaki tension.
Summary:
Heavy! Kuresawa…He may be Tashiro's kind of girl!
The box was his safe space.
The box was his fortress.
As long as the box was on his head, he wouldn't face swipes at his good name. The catty suggestions would stay put. They'd stay history.
He could go on like nothing had happened. Nothing did happen! Kuresawa put a wig on and tricked him! That was all!
It was an innocent oops! He wanted a girlfriend so bad! Yes, a girlfriend! A girlfriend like Kuresawa had!
A GIRL!
But replaying his error, it was pretty silly of him to imagine a girl would attend a school festival planning session at their all-boys school all of a sudden.
"Kuresawa, you idiot! What did I ever do to you?" Tashiro felt his voice echo back at him off the four walls of the box. The big deal he was making, you'd have never guessed Tashiro was older.
It wasn't his first time wearing the box this week. And Kuresawa wasn't present to rip it out of his hands now either.
Stubborn cardboard. Stubborn, safe, reality-erasing cardboard! Rolled up like a hedgehog under there, he couldn't even remember what Kuresawa looked like dressed up now!
Yes, good! Good, good! Forget!
There was no "Kuresawa Tasuko." Only that rough dummy Kuresawa Tasuku, who always sounded as though he were reciting a novel about how he and his girlfriend met!
Mistakes happen. It was nothing to tease him about!
Without the box, Tashiro felt he was a live target, whether he was being actively mocked or not.
Yet inside the box…inside the prison of his own thoughts…he discovered the box's filter was weakening.
Kuresawa had to show him the selfie as "Tasuko" he sent his girlfriend, didn't he?
BL wasn't Tashiro's specialty. Seme, uke, delinquents…He hardly "got" it.
BL was fudanshi territory. He needed Miyano.
"Miyano, can I talk to ya for a sec?"
"Sure. What's the problem?"
"Can I borrow one of your BL manga?"
"My…W-why?"
"You lend them to Senpai!" Tashiro whined.
Upon hearing the word, Miyano couldn't avoid daydreaming in glowing, floaty, slo-mo multicoloured shapes. Miyano zoning out was a sign Tashiro asked the right person, as Tashiro daydreamed shapes and sparkles himself when he went up to "Tasuko."
"W-what do you need it for?"
"Research!"
"Tashiro, you…You, doing research?"
Usually, Miyano and Sasaki spent walks and train rides discussing the issues they'd read (whether they were romantic walks and rides, Miyano was still figuring out).
Miyano expressed skepticism he'd have much to discuss with Tashiro on the subject of BL.
"Any genre you're searching for?"
"Whatcha recommend for a newbie?"
Tashiro was serious. Heavy!
"I'll choose suitable material and have it to you by tomorrow."
"You will? Ahhh! Thank you, man!"
They both had questions. Don't overanalyze: Tashiro wasn't considering stealing a girlfriend-haver. For him, it was purely a question of questioning himself. Meanwhile, Miyano was interested in Tashiro's sudden interest, and sought Kuresawa to verify if he knew anything.
"Kuresawa, did something happen with Tashiro?"
"Nothing in particular."
Huh. Maybe he really is just doing research.