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[myxstorie]

comment with a character/pairing/more and a prompt (words or pictures), and I'll write a drabble (100+ words) for it ^^

Give as many prompts as you like, with a separate comment for each one. I can't promise to write them all, but I do promise to write everyone at least one.

I can write JE (NEWS + KAT-TUN, I can try Kanjani8, Arashi at a real push if you don't mind a little OOCness), Harry Potter (not for a long time) and Supernatural.

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[pipsqueaks.livejournal.com]

Pikame, "Oh, you're so exquisite, / And in the mirror, all midnight eyes."

[myxstorie.livejournal.com]

Kame can't remember exactly when it was he fell for Yamapi.

It might have been at school all those years ago, when Yamapi was already popular with the girls, growing into his looks far sooner than the other boys in their class, and Kame was still the gawky, eyebrowed boy with a smile too large for his face. He had envied Yamapi back then for his popularity, his ease around people that Kame could never quite master, but he didn't want to be like Yamapi, not really. He just wanted to be near him.

It might have been when Jin came along. Jin was shy, quiet, but Yamapi drew all those around him in, like moths to a flame. And Jin, with his soft voice and big smile had almost instantly taken the place Kame had wished for for so long as his own.

It could even have been when they were doing Summary together. Yamapi's excitement was tangible, contagious, and even from a distance, it lifted Kame's spirit. For that day, every time he saw Yamapi with his small grin and sparkling eyes, even knowing that Yamapi didn't particularly like him, Kame couldn't find the negative energy to resent it.

But the most likely scenario in his mind was during Nobuta filming.

They had been getting ready for shooting one morning, and Kame's hairdryer had cut out, leaving him with damp, unruly hair. Resigning himself with a sigh, he had knocked on Yamapi's door with a soft shitsureishimasu, and waited for Yamapi's approval before entering.

Kame can still remember the scene, even all these years later. Yamapi had been sat at his dressing table with his back to the door, and he'd looked up as Kame entered, black eyes shining through the curtain of dark, wet hair in his face to meet Kame's gaze in the mirror. Kame's breath had caught in his throat, so used to being around Akira that it was a shock to the system to be seeing Yamapi, no, this was definitely Tomohisa, in the room with him. Those eyes seemed to bore right through him to his very soul, pulling out his innermost secrets and spreading them out on the table, which Kame didn't suppose was such an inaccurate assumption given the way that Yamapi seemed to know exactly what Kame was thinking.

Kame never did get that hairdryer, but at least from that moment on, at least Johnny's plan of having them make up during filming wouldn't be such a lie.

They'd never tell how it happened, though.