Yamada Ryosuke & Chinen Yuri
Yamada x Chinen
cute fluffy stuffs, soft boys, a little angst, bb boys fight, sweet together, sharing candy
The two boys had dumped their bags full of candy on the floor, having agreed before they left to go trick-or-treating that they would divide the goodies up evenly. They both squealed over all of the treats in the pile of candy.
“That has to be like fifty pounds of candy!” Ryosuke cried out, running his fingers through it.
“I know!” Yuri agreed, his hands moving through the pile, his fingers wide as they slid through all the treats.
They began dividing the candy up after they’d dreamed of what it might be like to have a swimming pool full of candy. Deciding that it probably wouldn’t be as much fun as it sounded as it would be very hard and heavy.
They took all of the candy that matched and divided it evenly, going bit by bit to sort it out fairly, getting down to about twenty pieces of assorted candies, and the tension in the air was palatable as they both realized that there was only one of the small boxes that contained chocolate covered strawberries from the Yamada’s neighbor.
Ryosuke’s eyes widened, looking up at Yuri, “Where’s yours?”
Yuri stared at the treat, then tilted his head, his eyes narrowing as he looked up at Ryosuke, “Where’s my what?”
“Your chocolate strawberry,” Ryosuke repeated, “Where’s yours?”
“That is mine,” Yuri stated, pointing to the boxed berry.
“No, that one is mine,” Ryosuke reached forward to pick up the box, but Yuri’s hand snapped out slapping his hand causing him to squeal and draw his hand back to his chest.
“That is not yours,” Yuri repeated, “I remember specifically getting one in my bag!”
Ryosuke frowned, “I know I got one too, and I didn’t take mine out of the bag, what did you do with yours?”
Yuri didn’t like the way Ryosuke was looking at him, like he was misleading him or making something up, his voice level and steady, “I told you, that one is mine. I dumped it out with the rest of my candy.”
Ryosuke huffed, leaning forward, his hands landing on the floor, “And I told you, that one is mine! I never took mine out of the bag until we just dumped the candy!”
Ryosuke might have been able to predict many things, certainly, he felt at this stage he knew Yuri fairly well, but what he wasn’t prepared for was the way that Yuri came across the small pile of candy like a spider monkey, slamming into him, and throwing him backward as he yelled for him to get off of him.
Yuri was sitting on his chest, “Don’t you lie! I know that is my berry! What did you do with yours!?”
“Get off me, Yuri!” Rysouke hissed, “That is my berry, I didn’t do ANYTHING with my berry except put it in the pile of candy like we’d agreed! I pulled it out and sat it there carefully.”
Yuri was so angry, “I didn’t do anything with mine! That one IS mine!”
“It’s not yours!” Ryosuke huffed, shoving Yuri’s chest, and had he not grabbed onto Ryosuke’s pirate shirt he would have went tumbling backward, “Get off me you jerk!”
“Not until you admit you hid your strawberry!”
“I what?!” Ryosuke was livid, “I never did any such thing but maybe I should check YOUR pockets!”
Ryosuke’s hands started patting Yuri’s legs and chest, not actually having any pockets in his costume, he slapped at Ryosuke’s hands, and then huffed, frowning, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout, “That’s my candy.”
Ryosuke stared at him, frowning, and then sighed, closing his eyes. growling, then he opened them, “Fine, take it, it’s yours, just get off of me.”
Yuri scrambled off of him, grabbing the berry as he moved past the pile to put it with his candy. He sat back down but things didn’t feel the same now, the fun atmosphere felt cold now, and he looked down, sad as he watched Ryosuke push the last few pieces of candy over to him.
He wanted to stop him but didn’t know how to say it, and he couldn’t help the way it felt like tears were swelling up inside of him as he watched Ryosuke open his bag and begin to carefully set his candy inside of it.
“Everything’s fine,” Ryosuke murmured, his eyes lifting to look at Yuri who was clearly wearing his feelings on his sleeves, “Stop being worried, everything’s fine, I’m sorry–the candy isn’t important, okay?”
Yuri took a shuddering breath, trying to stem the tears that were threatening to flow, “Okay.”
He looked down, blinking as a tear fell, reaching over to drag his bag over to him and Ryosuke’s hand shot out to grab his wrist, causing him to look up at him, another tear falling, “I want you to have it, Yuri. It’s okay.”
Yuri studied Ryosuke and could find no lie in his words, nodding as he gestured for him to finish putting his candy in his bag. He opened his bag, widening the loop so he could get it wide enough to set the treats in and then his breath caught in his chest, as he felt something left in the bag.
Please, no. Please, please, no.
He reached into the bag, groaning when he felt the sharp points of the corner of the box that held the berry in it. He clenched his eyes shut, wondering if he couldn’t just hide it, just not say anything but then he thought of what Ryosuke had just done…and he knew he couldn’t do that to him.
Yuri’s eyes popped open, finding Ryosuke looking at him curiously. He lifted the box out of his bag slowly, and wasn’t surprised when Ryosuke’s eyes widened, his mouth popping open for a moment before he could school himself.
Ryosuke cleared his throat, and then looked down, and Yuri’s voice shook when spoke, “I’m sorry, Yama-chan–it was in my bag the whole time.”
Ryosuke looked up at Yuri, watching a tear slide down his cheek, and then he shuffled forward, his hand reaching past Yuri to grab the other box that held the berry. He sat on his heels in front of Yuri, who reached forward, pressing the box with the berry into Ryosuke’s tummy, “Take it. Take them both.”
“Hey,” Ryosuke grabbed Yuri’s wrist, forcing his hand back, “Stop.”
Yuri bent over, crying softly, “I was so selfish, I’m sorry!”
Ryosuke took the berry from his hand, setting it beside the other one as he drew Yuri into a hug, “It’s fine, everything is fine. I’m not mad at you, it’s fine, I want you to have them.”
Ryosuke laughed lightly, “I just…I didn’t know you even liked chocolate covered strawberries.”
Yuri sobbed, his breath shaking as he spoke, “I don’t. Not really.”
“Wh-what?” Ryosuke was so confused, “Why then?”
Yuri pulled back and Ryosuke released him, he scrubbed his eyes trying to clear the tears from them, “I just…they remind me of you.”
Ryosuke considered this confession carefully, “But…it would go bad if you didn’t eat it.”
“I was going to eat it.”
“But…you don’t like them?”
“Then…why were you going to eat it?”
Yuri was exasperated, “I told you! They remind me of you!”
He shook his head, knowing that Ryosuke couldn’t understand how his mind worked, or why he saw things the way he did, “I just wanted to know what you liked, that’s…why?”
Ryosuke stood up, “I’ll be right back.”
Yuri didn’t say anything, just watched as Ryosuke left the room, and then he reached over to pick up the two boxes with berries, he unwrapped the ribbons, then carefully fashioned it into a bow that held the two berries together.
It was only a few moments after he’d finished his gift for Ryosuke that he walked back into the room. He moved quickly over to sit down in front of Yuri, holding his hands behind his back. His eyes moved down to the two berries now fixed into a single bundle that Yuri pushed forward toward him, and he smiled, his eyes soft when he looked up at his friend.
He brought his hands forward in front of him, and Yuri’s eyes widened as he took each of his hands which held a boxed berry in the palm.
“Where’d you get those!?”
“I went next door and asked if I could please have two more, and they were happy to allow me to have them.”
He sat the boxes down, and then he undid the ribbon, quickly fashioning a new design the held the two berries together and then he lifted it, admiring his handiwork, “There.”
“For you,” he grinned, holding the berries out to Yuri.
When Yuri took the berries from his hand he lifted the boxes that Yuri had given him, smiling at how carefully he’d put them together to make sure there was enough ribbon left to put a bow.
“Thank you, Yama-chan,” Yuri whispered, putting the berries carefully in his bag.
“It’s okay, Chii-chan,” Ryosuke smiled at the boy, always wanting to make him happy, “That’s what friends are for.”
Yuri looked up at him, smiling brightly, and then nodded, because he knew–at least when it came to Ryosuke, that was most certainly what friends were for.