love two you.

          He’d expect no less from his senpai. The human couch that is, barely responding to Yamato’s pokes, because that’s as much effort Yamato would try to do, other than outright sitting on top of Yuki that is.

“Did he? I guess I didn’t hear about it…” Or maybe he forgot? He still had the terrible habit of needing to know MEZZO”‘s schedule despite Banri taking over most of the duty. Well, remembering all their schedule was an impossibility in the first place since it was always changing. “… I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to drink a bit.”

          “From what I heard from Manager, there had to a change suddenly to a show’s guest lineup as someone had fallen ill. Mitsu’s there to take their place, and he’ll be great at it,” he recounts the information as he heard it, naturally dropping some praise there for their manliest member when he’s away, while crossing the distance to the fridge to pick up the alcohol. 

    With beanie he’s shoved onto his head in an attempt to hide his hair down - red locks spilling out from its hem, knuckles knocking against the pink rims of his glasses, and the thick hoodie he’s tugged on over his head despite the heat, he looks nothing short of suspicious as he tiptoes his way towards the door. As if, somehow, he’s managed to convince himself that no one will notice if he slips out for a minute or two to practice the choreography of their new song on a day when they were supposed to be resting. But it was a rare chance - Iori was away on business and, without the other to keep on eye on him, he should be able to not only get a bit of extra practice in, but, possibly, if he’s lucky, stop by and see Tenn for a moment (or well, rather, it wouldn’t hurt to try). 

      Even inside, though, the heat is unbearable - more so with the less than practical outfit he had chosen, and he can already feel his chest begin to quiver against his fist; fabric all bunched up against his fingers to quell the pitter-patter of his nervous heart as he tried to escape. An attempt that failed before he even made it to the door - the sound of Yamato’s voice as he slipped into his line of sight nearly made his heart leap right out of his chest. And it showed. He had never been a graceful person, very much unlike his brother, and a startled yelp slipped past his lips as he stopped dead in his tracks.   

     “Y-Yamato-san, I was…” He stammered - eyes darting everywhere but on the older man. Lying, much like how he lacked any sort of poise, wasn’t his strong suit. Iori might actually kill him this time if Yamato tells him, especially given the vaguely threatening texts he’d already been sent. Even when Iori wasn’t home he still felt like he had to be on his toes. But even he wasn’t bold enough to try to lie to Yamato when he was well aware he wouldn’t be able to get away with it. “I was just going to practice the new dance for a bit and…” And this was the part that was going to get him into heaps of trouble with the others. “Possibly try to see…Tenn-nii.” 

   He clapped his hands together - the sound echoing in the enclosed space as he bowed his head slightly, squeezing his eyes shut. “Please don’t tell Iori.” He was asking for a lot, he knew that much, but he was just going to try. It was all right to try, wasn’t it? Tenn might not even see him. He might not even be at the studio or his apartment, but he could, at least try. He had to try.  

          How fun it is to watch Riku freeze, on edge suddenly, like a tiny Pomeranian that was shocked by someone turning the corner. It’s because it’s Riku that Yamato can mentally admit that it’s cute, but for his outward appearance, he made it seem as if he took some type of sadistic pleasure. “Oho? Looking like that?” Yamato questions, pointing out first towards the extremely warm jacket that already makes him warm by simply staring at it, to the beanie that made little use in covering up bright red hair, to the pink glasses. “Hm, that kind of look makes me stare at you more, y’know?”

          He gets it. More so than some of the others due to always wanting to stay in the background of all situations rather than in the spotlight, for many, many reasons that he will never divulge, but it’s hard to not want to frown at the mention of Riku’s twin. 

          If Iori knew about that, then he’d really hear about it; which meant onii-san had to swoop on in.

          Still he’s not as cruel as he tries to make himself out to be. “I won’t tell Ichi if you won’t tell, Riku,” Yamato responds, reaching to take those pink rimmed glasses off of Riku’s face. “How about this, instead of looking like you’ll keel over from taking the first step out into the summer air, go wear a regular face mask and I’ll go with you while you practice?” He’ll use his best skill: sitting on his ass and watching. But having another set of eyes to watch would be helpful in the long run: this is for all of them.