Yamada Ryosuke & Chinen Yuri
Yamada x Chinen
My heart is so soft for them, driving everyone else insane but having a blast doing it, omg they MELT ME, cute boys camping, Fluffy, romance, slice of life, marriage, domestic
Based on Itadaki High Jump episode aired July, 28, 2018 featuring Jump on a camping adventure together
“Are the cameras gone?” Ryosuke whispered to the other three members in the tent with him, squinting in an effort to see the space around them after they’d turned off the lanterns–the truth was, he had zero trust at this point for any of the staffs and as far as he was concerned, they were definitely out to ruin him.
Or see to it he died of embarrassment.
Or something nefarious and evil.
Whatever it was, he wasn’t taking anything for granted, tilting his head back, trying to see out of the tent, and then shifting to look around, his eyes starting to adjust to the moonlight filtering around them, making everything appear in shades of gray tones.
“I think so,” Yuto whispered back, shifting his head up off the pillow and looking around cautiously.
Ryosuke lifted up when he heard Yuto’s voice, sitting on his mattress as he twisted, squinting around the perimeter of the tent, on the look out for any of the staff, and not finding any he sighed in relief, flumping forward over onto his tummy, his head inches from Yuri’s pillow.
“Hey you,” he whispered, his voice full of affection, smiling when Yuri twisted onto his side to face him, his eyes finally adjusted enough to see him clearly.
“Hey you,” Yuri responded, his fingers reaching up, grazing his cheek softly before he slid his hand back to push Ryosuke’s hair behind his ear, scowling, “Ew, your hair’s gross.”
Despite his declaration, Yuri’s hand moved through his hair, twining between the strands at the base of Ryosuke’s neck, then tugging on the hair there gently, smiling up at him.
“Shut up,” Ryosuke laughed softly, swatting his hand away, then grabbing it before he could pull it away, holding it in his own, grinning as he spoke, “You stink.”
“Liar,” Yuri scoffed, shaking his head, unable to keep the cheeky grin off his face, “You like my man-smell.”
“I most certainly do no–”
“Guys?” Yuto cleared his throat, sitting up to glare over at them, not sure he was in a place where he was prepared to hear the conversation they might be leading to.
They twisted their heads, laughing lightly, having forgotten that they were not alone, and then did their best to look contrite, muttering sorry.
“Is this normal?” Kota asked his eyes fixed on the two boys across the tent from him, kicking Yuto’s bed to get his attention.
“No,” Yuto rolled his eyes, laughing softly, his voice low, “It’s usually worse.”
“I can’t imagine,” Kota murmured, considering what could be worse than them flirting about dirty hair and body odor.
“Don’t think about it too hard,” Yuto laughed at Kota’s expression.
“Hey,” Yuri lifted up, pointing at Yuto, “If you had Keito in here you know exactly how it would be after two days of this insanity.”
“I guess so,” Yuto twisted in his bed to try to see across the campsite to where he knew Keito was with the other members who didn’t win the game. Part of him wished he’d lost just so he could be over there with him.
“I’m actually intending to sleep here, so you guys just…try to…I dunno, keep it down to a dull roar, alright?” Kota whispered, shifting to roll over away from the others, biting his tongue to keep from blurting out something about how absurdly cute it was the way Yuri was twisted around to lay his head inside the pillow Ryosuke had made with his arms.
Kota never knew how much he’d appreciate their affection for each other until they’d finally admitted to the group their feelings for one another–of course, the fact that they’d been secretly married shocked even him, as he’d never thought either of them would be capable of keeping something like that a secret from the members–though, the truth was, once they knew they’d all thought it was rather stupid how many signs they’d missed.
I’m glad they have each other, even if they’re way too much sometimes.
“We’ll be good,” Yuri responded, blinking softly up at his husband, reaching up to grab the back of Ryosuke’s head, whispering “shhh” as he drew his lips down for a tender kiss.
“Gah,” Yuto thrashed against his mattress, flailing his arms and legs, frustrated and angry that he hadn’t thought to throw the contest, knowing full well there wouldn’t have been a remote chance of Keito winning it.
In all fairness, he couldn’t know it for sure, but still…
He rolled over to peer out into the darkness, whispering softly, “Keito?“
“Keeeiiitttoooo,” he tried to be quiet, yet loud enough to reach across the distance.
“For God’s sake, just go get him!” Kota snapped, dragging the pillow over his head to try to block out all of the distracting sounds happening in the tent, as he was positively exhausted.
Yuto didn’t wait for any futher permission, scrambling off of the mattress and rushing out of the tent.
Ryosuke and Yuri watched him leave, smiling, and then Yuri shifted, shoving Ryosuke back.
He understood, moving quickly back up onto his mattress as Yuri crawled up beside him, tucking his feet into the sleeping bag with his. Ryosuke laid sideways, putting his arm across the pillow and then opening his other arm for Yuri.
Yuri shifted sideways, wiggling backward into Ryosuke’s embrace, smiling as his arms wrapped around him tightly, feeling contented when he heard the soft sigh in his ear from Ryosuke finally relaxing.
They both glanced up at the noise outside, watching as Yuto held the tent flap open, grinning when Keito ducked his head and made his way in. Yuto followed in behind him and then they did their solid best to navigate getting onto the single mattress together. Despite the best of intentions, they were both rather tall, and with gangly arms and legs that just wouldn’t be contained they were fighting a losing battle.
Everyone wants to make fun of us for being the short ones, but there’s some serious benefits, starting with the fact we both can fit on the mattress together.
After watching them falling all over the place for a few minutes, the mattress making loud squeaking and groaning noises constantly, Ryosuke couldn’t stop his laugh when Yuto rolled right off the edge of the mattress onto the floor.
His laughter was quickly drown out by Yuri’s cackling loudly at the two of them.
“Shut up!” Yuto snapped, glaring at them both, “You’re gonna wake everyone up!”
“We’re already awake you dummies!” Hikaru screamed from the other side of the camp, “Go to sleep!”
All four of them froze for a moment and then burst out laughing hysterically, startling and then turning their heads in unison, their eyes widening as Kota jerked straight up, twisting to glare at them, and then without a single word, grabbed his sleeping bag and pillow and trudged out of the tent in a huff.
The boys watched him go, barely containing their laughter until he’d made out of the tent, watching as he stomped over to the other members and threw himself down on the ground with them, his voice echoing outside, “GO TO SLEEP!”
They all tried their best to not laugh too loudly, as Yuto finagled Kota’s empty mattress next to his own and then opened his sleeping bag so the two of them could use it as a blanket.
Ryosuke hummed softly as he watched their hands link together between the mattresses, glad that they had one another, his arms tightening around Yuri, feeling warmth suffuse through his heart at feeling so contented, so complete, so at home with him in his arms.
Yuri knew instinctively what Ryosuke was thinking, his fingers grasping his forearms as he wiggled back until there was no space between them, twisting a bit and lifting his head to ask for a kiss.
Ryosuke leaned down, pressing a soft, tender kiss on his lips, pulling back the smallest distance, “I love you.”
“I love you,” Yuri affirmed, smiling, “I’m really glad you won.”
“I’m glad you won, too,” Ryosuke nodded, and then tilted his head when Yuri grinned full of mischief.
“I mean, I can’t imagine what kind of mood you’d be in if you’d been made to sleep out there and I was sleeping in here.”
“First of all…” Ryosuke twisted his head down to bury his nose in Yuri’s neck making him laugh from the ticklish feeling as he whispered, “I really love the way you assume that you would have won any game no matter what…and…”
“I love the way you want to pretend it’s not true,” Yuri interrupted him, twisting so he could be sure he made out his rolling eyes, “But go on…”
Ryosuke huffed, shaking his head before he continued, “Second of all, don’t try to say you wouldn’t have come to get me,” Ryosuke squeezed him tightly causing him to squeal.
“Alright, alright,” Yuri laughed softly, “I would have but still…I’m glad you’re here fair and square.”
“Fair has nothing to do with it,” Ryosuke smiled, nuzzling against his cheek, “I just didn’t want to sleep without you again, so I was going to win no matter what.”
“I think it was rigged, I think everyone lost on purpose,” Yuri admitted, his fingers moving through Ryosuke’s hair to pull him closer, “They all knew how utterly impossible you’d be to deal with tonight, and even worse than that–what a completely foul beast you’d be in the morning.”
“I have no idea what you mean…” Ryosuke feigned innocence, despite them both knowing the truth of the matter, doing his best to keep a straight face.
“Really?” Yuri twisted, his fingers kneading the base of Ryosuke’s neck, causing him to hum softly as he smiled up at him, “Do I need to mention how many times you full scale lost it today? Camping really makes you hair-trigger constantly–I honestly had no idea…”
“I mean…I guess…we’ve never camped before…so…” Ryosuke blinked, “But wait…I’m not…”
“Fine…okay I mean one time…”
“Well, I mean…”
“Fine, whatever, I think I am dehydrated and suffering from heat exhaustion and too much sunlight and too many bugs and too much manual labor…”
“You poor thing,” Yuri hummed softly, turning back around to snuggle into his arms, “I shudder to imagine what you would be if you weren’t an idol.”
“Pfft,” Ryosuke scoffed, “What I would be…how about you?”
“I know what I’d be,” Yuri pulled Ryosuke’s hand forward, tucking it under his arm.
“Listen,” Yuto sat up quickly causing both boys to freeze, “I’m sure I can speak for myself and Keito,” he glanced over at Keito who was sound asleep, a soft snore sounding in the tent now that there was silence, causing Yuto to laugh lightly, “Well, okay…I can speak for myself, and say while I appreciate the sentiment of this whole…thing…” he rolled his hand at the two boys, “But…I’m gonna kill the two of you if you don’t go to sleep–you know full well there’s going to be some horrible thing they have planned for us at the butt-crack of dawn–so I mean…”
“Sure, sure,” Ryosuke waved him off with his free hand, “We’re shutting up now…go to sleep!”
Yuto smiled, and then nodded at him, tossing himself back down on the pillow and curling up onto his side, his hand reaching out to touch Keito’s cheek before he drew his hand out from where he had it on top of the blanket, holding it in his own as he closed his eyes.
Only a few minutes passed before Ryosuke had to smile from the smooth pattern of Yuri’s breathing having settled down into sleep, clearly exhausted, nothing was more endearing to him than the tiny little puffs of air that caused Yuri’s lips to barely move, his face smooth and completely innocent in his sleep.
“Goodnight, Chiisana,” Ryosuke whispered softly, pressing a gentle kiss against his temple before resting his head on the top of the pillow, smiling to himself at how truly blessed he was as he drifted off to sleep.
Bonus: DO NOT DO IT!
Chinen internally: Don’t do it…don’t do it…don’t do it…
Chinen internally: It’s a trick…I repeat…IT…IS…A…TRICK.
Chinen internally: I need to…I have to…I must…touch..the…hand…
Chinen internally: DO NOT DO IT.
Chinen internally: I MUST TOUCH THE HAND
Chinen internally: I AM TOUCHING THE HAND!!!!
Ryosuke internally: Evvvverrrryyyyytttiiiiimmmmeeeee…heh heh heh-eh
Chinen internally: I told you–you never get to touch the hand.
Chinen internally: I will make him pay for this.