futakuchi fanclub

y/n stepped in the house with aya right behind her. they were immediately hit with loud music and the smell of alcohol and sweat. “oh my god,” aya muttered. “why are there so many people.” 

pushing through the crowd, they managed to see familiar faces. “y/n! aya! you’re here!” ennoshita walked over to them, with shirabu and yababa following behind. 

“unfortunately,” y/n said, brushing her hair back. “i’m already regretting this.”

yahaba snorted. “you’ve been here for five seconds.”

“and that was enough.”

“where’s futakuchi?” aya asked, looking around. 

“probably pretending to be a good host,” shirabu replied.

“i heard that.”

they all turned to where the voice came from.

futakuchi was making his way over, squeezing past a group of people, one hand lifting in a small wave. he stopped in front of them, slightly out of breath. “you’ve made it!” he said, glancing between y/n and aya. “drinks are in the kitchen—can i get you ladies anything?”

y/n raised a brow. “wow. what happened to you.”

“what do you mean?”

“you’re being nice.”

“ouch, you wound me, y/n.” futakuchi clutched his chest dramatically. “i’ve always been nice.” 

y/n rolled her eyes, while aya grinned. “i’ll take something sweet.”

“got it.” he looked at y/n.

“…anything’s fine,” she said.

“cool. don’t move.”

futakuchi came back a few minutes later, handing them their drinks. before they could say their thanks, a couple of taller guys suddenly slung their arms over futakuchi’s shoulders, dragging him back with them.

“oi, futakuchi—where’ve you been hiding?” one of them laughed, ruffling his hair.

“get off—” futakuchi tried to shrug them off, for a split second, his eyes flicked back to y/n, something between apology and resignation passing across his face.

“i’ll be back,” he managed, before getting pulled away completely.

y/n watched as he disappeared into the crowd again, the group of guys loud and unmistakably chaotic.

“don’t mind them,” yahaba said, completely unfazed as he took a sip of his drink, “pretty sure they’re his upperclassmen from high school.” 

“right….” y/n nodded.

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the night went on with a blur of drinks and conversations with too many unfamiliar faces. y/n did her best to keep up: nodding along and introducing herself, but at some point she realized aya was no longer beside her, it took her a second to register it.

“wait,” aya had whispered earlier, grabbing her arm.

“yeah?”

“that guy over there.”

y/n followed her gaze and immediately sighed. “oh my god.”

“right???” aya grinned, already inching away, “i’ll be back.”

“aya—”

it was too late. aya was already gone.

and just like that, y/n found herself alone near the edge of the room, leaning against the wall with her drink in hand. her eyes drifted across the crowd, not looking at anything in particular.  

“you hiding?” a voice sounded beside her. y/n turned around. futakuchi.

“nope. just taking a break from the socializing.”

his mouth formed a small “o,”, before tilting his head slightly toward the door.

“it’s a bit loud in here, don’t you think?” he said. “i was gonna go outside to catch some fresh air. wanna join?”

y/n hesitated for a second, glancing back at the crowd. aya was still talking to the guy she’d spotted earlier, completely occupied.

“…sure,” y/n said finally, pushing herself off the wall.

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once they were outside, the cold air hit y/n’s face immediately. “oh my god,” she breathed out, shoulders relaxing. “finally… non-smoke air.”

futakuchi laughed. “right?”

he walked a few steps forward before dropping down onto the curb by the sidewalk, resting his elbows on his knees. he glanced up at her, then patted the empty space beside him. y/n hesitated for half a second before walking over and lowering herself beside him, tucking her hands into her sleeves.

they sat side by side for a moment, the noise from inside reduced to a dull thump behind them.

“so,” futakuchi broke the silence, glancing at her. “what’s the plan after uni?”

y/n let out a small huff. “you’re asking a serious question at a time like this?”

“what, i can’t?”

“i didn’t say that,” she said, shifting slightly. “just didn’t expect it.”

he shrugged. “well?”

she stared ahead, thinking. “…something stable, i guess. nothing too crazy.”

“that’s boring.”

“safe,” she corrected.

“fair.”

she nudged him lightly with her shoulder. “what about you? are you going to go pro or something?”

“maybe,” he said, a little quieter this time. “if i don’t mess it up.” he paused, then added, “if not, i’ll just open a candy shop or something.”

y/n blinked, turning to him. “a candy shop?”

“yeah.”

“do those even exist anymore?”

“they will when i open one,” he said simply. “i like gummies. might as well do something i like.”

y/n stared at him for a second before letting out a small laugh. “you’re weird.”

“tell me something i don’t know.”

a small silence settled between them again.

“can i ask you something?”

“…depends.”

“that guy your friends keep tweeting about,” futakuchi said. “the one they censor.”

“…you’ve seen that?” she groaned, dropping her head slightly.

“yeah,” he said, amused. “hard to miss.”

“that’s so embarrassing,” she muttered.

“so who is it?”

“…no one important.”

he gave her a look.

y/n sighed. “…his name’s daishou.”

futakuchi made a face immediately. “don’t like him already.”

she let out a small laugh. “you shouldn’t.”

her gaze dropped to the ground, watching her breath fog slightly in the cold air.

“we met in class back in tokyo,” she said. “then at a party. we just… kept running into each other.” futakuchi stayed quiet beside her, listening without interrupting as she continued, “we’d talk, flirt, hang out sometimes. it wasn’t official or anything, but it felt like it was going somewhere.” she shrugged.

“that went on for like four months. then he just… stopped replying.”

“…ghosted you?”

“yeah.”

y/n let out a breath that almost sounded like a laugh. “and then i found out he was talking to someone else the whole time.”

futakuchi’s expression darkened. “wow. that’s actually trash.”

“mhm.”

futakuchi leaned back slightly, staring at the ground for a moment.

“…that guy’s an idiot,” he said finally.

y/n sighed. “yeah. i know.”

“no,” futakuchi said, glancing at her. “i mean like. actually. proper idiot.”

that got a small laugh out of her, even if it was quiet. futakuchi paused again, then added, more seriously this time.

“you didn’t deserve that.”

y/n looked down at her hands. “…it wasn’t that bad.”

futakuchi scoffed immediately. “it literally was.”

she pulled her sleeves over her hands a little more. “so now,” she said, quieter, “i just don’t really trust things like that anymore.”

“things like what?”

“…feelings that aren’t clear.”

futakuchi nodded slowly, “…i get that.”

for a second, neither of them spoke. the cold air sat between them.

futakuchi opened his mouth like he was about to say something else—

“oh there you are, y/n!”

y/n flinched slightly at the voice, turning her head.

aya was walking toward them, cheeks slightly flushed from the cold. she stopped beside y/n and immediately smiled like nothing unusual had happened. her eyes flicked briefly to futakuchi.

“and futakuchi is here too,” she added, like it was the most normal coincidence in the world.

y/n shot her a look immediately. but aya only grinned wider, completely unbothered. she was rocking back on her heels as if she hadn’t interrupted anything important at all.

“well, i’m gonna head back inside,” y/n said suddenly, pushing herself up. she hesitated for a split second when she noticed futakuchi was still sitting there. “you don’t want to head back in yet?”

futakuchi looked up at her, giving a small smile. “you two go on ahead. i’ll go back in a bit.”

y/n nodded, then gently grabbed aya’s sleeve and started dragging her back toward the entrance.

“sorry, did i interrupt anything?” aya giggled as they walked.

“no,” y/n said too quickly.

“…sure,” aya hummed, clearly not believing her, but letting herself be pulled along anyway.

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back in the dorm, y/n couldn’t get rid of the nagging feeling inside of her. her mind kept replaying the way futakuchi had said, “you didn’t deserve that.”

y/n stared at the empty ceiling. it wasn’t even the sentence itself. it was the way he had said it. and suddenly, she started remembering things she hadn’t thought much about before. 

futakuchi waiting outside her work, walking her back to her dorm, giving her his jacket, and listening to her talk about daishou without interrupting or turning it into a joke.

although she knew it was the bare minimum or that it probably didn’t mean anything, her chest still tightened a little anyway when she thought about it.

and that stupid smirk of his whenever he showed up at her shift didn’t help either.

y/n turned over in bed, pulling her blanket over her face. then she reached for her phone.

a/n:

daishou backstory revealed!!!!

i think the written part is too long but i did proofread it😥😥 idk if yall can visualize what im trying to write (like if it makes sense... the scene was good in my head tho)

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