Log: Shuuji & Kenya
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tennis_hellWho: Tanegashima Shuuji & Oshitari Kenya
What: They meet at the conbini by Kenya's house. Shuuji draws the completely wrong conclusion about Kenya's relationship status.
When: Tonight (Sunday Night)
Where: Conbini by Kenya's house
Rating: "G" for "Great Misunderstanding"
It was no secret to any of Kenya’s friends that he was constantly on the lookout for the spiciest foods to try to see if he could find something that would even top his spice tolerance. He had read in a case study once that the reason why some people were naturally drawn to spicy foods was that the endorphins that would follow eating something spicy mimicked that of a runner’s high. Despite the fact he had been playing tennis for as long as he could remember and played it at the competitive collegiate level, running had been his greater love - he absolutely subscribed to the fact that he was addicted to the feeling after a run, and it also helped explain his addiction to spicy foods.
He had heard of the prohibited 18+ curry originally from Yukari. She had read about it online and then showed him the link of products. Fortunately he was able to locate the curry roux fairly quickly, it had been on display at a supermarket near campus, but unfortunately he had not been able to find the potato chips with the little spice packet anywhere. That is, until a little birdy came across it at the conbini near his house and told him about it later on Dreamwidth. He wasn’t sure why Yukari didn’t just go ahead and buy it, he would have paid her back, but he was grateful that she even kept her eye out for it.
And so, it was nearly 8pm, and Kenya decided to throw caution to the wind and trek out to see if he could pick up the chips. He left mid-conversation with Shuuji and Yukari, though he had offered to bring her something (and he kinda hoped that she said yes; he shot her a text before leaving to let her know that he would have his phone on him if she wanted anything), and Shuuji had just opened the can of worms asking if Kenya was eligible to date. He played it off, jokingly, banking on the fact that it wasn’t a lie that they didn’t know each other very well and that’s why he was evading the question. He didn’t really want to say otherwise in a very public forum where anyone (namely Shiraishi) could see it.
The sweet smell of nikuman under the warming lamps wafted through the door as he pushed it open, nodding to the clerk who greeted him. He might have to leave with one of those, too…
As expected, the prohibited 18+ curry chips were on a bright display covered in big, blocky letters, and cartoon flames clinging to the corner of each kana. There was certainly no question what the purpose of the product was that the company was trying to sell.
Unaware that this happened to be the very conbini that he and Oshitari Kenya had been discussing at a strange frequency for how often he otherwise would speak about conbinis to anyone, Shuuji was poking through the magazine rack and humming to himself. He knew that he was on the cover of one of the magazines that came out today and since it was his birthday tomorrow and he was feeling generous, he was planning on signing the copies that he didn’t buy for himself. “Love Shuuji ☆,” or something like that. He could come up with something better than that. Probably.
He found the magazine with the new releases rack that was right up against the case that held the cold pre-prepared foods. He was still full from dinner, but there was always room to pick up something for dessert… Shuuji picked up a copy of the magazine to get a better look - yep, his perfect face was photoshopped as usual. Whatever.
Upon closer inspection, it didn’t appear that there were any alternate flavors to the chips, so Kenya simply grabbed a couple of boxes of them. He wasn’t about to run the risk of loving them and then not being able to find them again, but he also only had two hands and didn’t necessarily want to lull bags home filled with small chip boxes.
His phone had yet to vibrate in his pocket, so he thought that he would hang out for another few minutes to see if Yukari did actually want anything. It was pretty easy to waste time in a conbini - if nothing else, standing and reading the latest edition of Jump was practically tradition of busy salarymen who were out late at night and students who couldn’t spare the yen to purchase it for themselves. He wasn’t about to slink to that level, but he was going to take a look and see if there were any particular magazines that caught his eye.
There was a man reading one of the fashion magazines, but at first he didn’t really pay him much mind. For whatever reason, it just so happened to be the very same magazine that had a picture of Shuuji actually, it was a different one from before, but it must have been the same magazine since it was shot very similarly. He wasn’t sure why he suddenly was seeing Shuuji everywhere, but…
Then Kenya realized. It was hard to mistake the tuft of platinum blonde curls. The tone in his voice was most certainly incredulous as he asked, “...Tanegashima-san?”
Shuuji didn’t instantly recognize the voice that addressed him, but it did sound familiar from somewhere… he glanced over to see Oshitari Kenya standing beside him - there was no mistaking the bleach blonde curls of hair. He had grown to be a handsome adult, not really much taller than when Shuuji last saw him, maybe a little more filled out. What he was wearing, though… Shuuji was going to give him the benefit of the doubt and say that he had raided the discount section of the running store to get those shorts and leggings.
“Kenya-kun,” Shuuji replied, motioning to him with the magazine. “Did you want an autograph?”
If there was one thing that Kenya remembered about Shuuji, it was that he was an epic troll. He remembered well the stunts he used to pull on Sanada to rile him up; you would have heard Sanada’s disgruntled yells from the other side of Tokyo, let alone the relatively small size of the venue the U17 camp was held all those years ago. Of course he didn’t want an autograph - why would that even be a question?
“Uh… no?” Kenya shifted the boxes of chips to put one under his arm, and display for Shuuji the other box. “I came for these.”
“...I could autograph those, if you want.” Shuuji opened up the gold sharpie he brought with him invitingly.
“I don’t want an autograph!” Kenya didn’t quite mean to raise his voice; it wasn’t as though he was yelling, he knew better than to use his outdoor voice inside, but it was definitely enough to catch the attention of the poor sales clerk who probably just wanted to go home for the night. He was going to blame Zaizen for the fact he had been so easily riled lately - humoring his former doubles partner tended to leave him like that for prolonged periods of time afterward. It was going to be the death of him if he didn’t reign in that enthusiasm.
“Rather, no, I’ll pass, but thank you,” he clarified a bit lamely, though he didn’t let it get in the way of his confident grin. “It’s just kinda funny, y’know?”
“I told you that we gotta stop meeting here,” Shuuji agreed with a solemn nod. He turned his focus on the magazines on the rack and began signing each one on his face and drawing cute kissy faces or bunnies or whatever popped into his head. “So, what’s with the chips? Why the 18+ on the front? Are they naked?”
Kenya watched with curiosity as Shuuji signed the magazines. He had heard of people doing that before, but it had been limited to celebrities from abroad, not a fashion model in Japan - was it even allowed? There had to be a policy for sure to stop people from destroying products, even if it was just to sign his name and draw… bunnies?
“Oh, these? Yeah, my girlfriend told me that she saw them here. It’s a curry brand - it’s marketed to be the spiciest curry, though to be honest it wasn’t any spicier than a ramen shop I like back home, but that’s why it says 18+.” Completely obvious to the fact that he and Shuuji were literally just talking about this earlier on Dreamwidth, Kenya looked at the box as though it would help him describe it. “I mean, the chips would be naked before you put the packet of curry powder in them…” he laughed, looking back at Shuuji.
Shuuji nodded. “Well, that does answer one of my questions.” He put the stack of magazines back on the rack, neatly arranged, but kept one copy for himself (the unsigned one). “Girlfriend?” He looked back at Kenya and, without watching what he was doing, grabbed one of the ice cream parfaits he had been eyeing earlier out of the cold food case. “Why didn’t she just buy them for you if she was here?”
And there was the critical failure to launch. Again, it wasn’t that he was specifically trying to go out of his way to hide their relationship, he was very proud of the fact he could call Yukari his girlfriend, but he just knew that alluding to the fact he had a girlfriend and then being so skittish around Shiraishi was going to end poorly. He wasn’t one to hide things from his best friend, and, really, Kenya wasn’t much in the business of hiding anything from anyone - he was a bit of an open book like that.
“Ah, you caught me.” Kenya smiled a bit sheepishly, watching Shuuji pick the parfait out from the freezer. “That’s what I was wondering. I don’t even know when she was here.”
Shuuji smiled back at him. “Not really surprised that a good looking guy like you has a girlfriend, though.” Kenya actually seemed like quite a catch - med student, good family, pretty face, easily convinced of things, he probably could even cook. Though, his taste in chips was a bit questionable. “What’s she like?”
As though summoned by the conversation, Kenya’s phone vibrated in his pocket with a text from Yukari.
“Hmm?” Kenya shifted the other box of chips under his arm, and removed his phone from his pocket, eyes scanning over the text message. “She’s a bit of a firecracker, but in the good way. Really upbeat and competitive - keeps me on my toes.” His fingers danced over the screen as he messaged her in return.
Shuuji leaned over to get a look at the phone. “Is that her?”
Kenya was eternally grateful for all of those years that he spent boasting about being the fastest person in all of Osaka, for it allowed him to scramble to pull the phone out of Shuuji’s sight and press it against his chest. “Maybe.”
That… was not the reaction that Shuuji expected to asking about someone’s girlfriend. Usually, when a guy was asked about his girl, he would show off pictures of her and brag about how pretty she was and how great it was to have a girlfriend and blah, blah, blah. Not to mention, he was fairly certain he had seen the first kanji of “Shiraishi” on the phone before it was snapped away. Seriously, did Kenya think that anyone cared that he was dating Shiraishi Kuranosuke? And saying he had a girlfriend like Shuuji would react badly that he was dating a guy… “Well, ‘she’ sounds like quite the catch.”
Keeping the phone pressed to his chest, even as it vibrated to indicate that Yukari had texted him in return, Kenya stared at Shuuji. “What’s with the weird emphasis?”
Shuuji shrugged. “You should get back to that - wouldn’t want to keep a lady waiting.” He motioned to the phone and walked past Kenya to check out the chips that Kenya had picked up. They were advertised as “adult only” due to their extremely spicy flavor. “You know, I didn’t really take you as one who would be familiar with adult flavors.”
Kenya paused to quickly respond to Yukari and then followed Shuuji back over to the chips display. “What’s that supposed to mean? It’s definitely just a ploy to get people to buy them.” He glanced back at his phone before crossing his arms, hiding both the boxes and the phone out of eyesight.
“Then why are you hiding it like a girly magazine?” Shuuji laughed and went back to the magazine rack, picking up something that was clearly marked as an “adult flavor” as well. “Here, take this with you.” He continued past Kenya to the counter to purchase his magazine and his parfait.
He knew perfectly well that he was falling right into the territory of being trolled himself, he could hear Zaizen in the back of his mind dryly telling him that he would be a meme the next day, but he couldn’t help but react. “I’m not! I don’t need this.” Putting the plastic wrapped, definitely not meant for someone under the age of eighteen magazine back down on the rack, Kenya stopped only long enough to grab the first box of tampons he could find, per Yukari’s request, and then followed Shuuji to the counter.
Shuuji was mid-transaction in buying the magazine when he noticed Kenya out of the corner of his eye absently grabbing the first box of tampons he spotted - he was really trying to sell this girlfriend thing - and bringing it up to the register. Well, at least he had the balls enough to buy tampons…
Unlike other guys who were for some reason scared of buying feminine hygiene products, it had never even occurred to Kenya to think of it as strange. Coming from a family of doctors, he had been present to many more discussions and demonstrations of how specific products worked, and it had been important to both of his parents to keep those things casual (in particular after Kenya had expressed the desire to become a pediatrician). Yet, to someone who didn’t know Kenya very well, they would probably draw the conclusion that he was trying to act a little too casual.
When Shuuji looked him, Kenya smiled back in return, now holding the three boxes stacked on top of each other. The nikuman still smelled good… maybe he could bring one of the pizza ones back to Yukari, and then get the curry ones for himself.
Shuuji nodded back to Kenya, a bright grin that matched his magazine gracing his features. But he was prettier in person. “You have a good night, Speed ☆.” He bowed his head to the clerk, thanked him, and went on his way.
It might have been that he was tired, or maybe it was that he was flustered over the fact that while Shuuji had clearly asked about his girlfriend, he was very quick to drop it, or maybe even it was that Kenya just didn’t know how to act when it was insinuated that he would want to buy porn, but for some reason he could just hear the star symbol that Shuuji tacked on to his sentences despite the fact that it should have been very clear to Kenya that Shuuji was simply using his most recent nickname.
“You can’t star in real life!”
What: They meet at the conbini by Kenya's house. Shuuji draws the completely wrong conclusion about Kenya's relationship status.
When: Tonight (Sunday Night)
Where: Conbini by Kenya's house
Rating: "G" for "Great Misunderstanding"
It was no secret to any of Kenya’s friends that he was constantly on the lookout for the spiciest foods to try to see if he could find something that would even top his spice tolerance. He had read in a case study once that the reason why some people were naturally drawn to spicy foods was that the endorphins that would follow eating something spicy mimicked that of a runner’s high. Despite the fact he had been playing tennis for as long as he could remember and played it at the competitive collegiate level, running had been his greater love - he absolutely subscribed to the fact that he was addicted to the feeling after a run, and it also helped explain his addiction to spicy foods.
He had heard of the prohibited 18+ curry originally from Yukari. She had read about it online and then showed him the link of products. Fortunately he was able to locate the curry roux fairly quickly, it had been on display at a supermarket near campus, but unfortunately he had not been able to find the potato chips with the little spice packet anywhere. That is, until a little birdy came across it at the conbini near his house and told him about it later on Dreamwidth. He wasn’t sure why Yukari didn’t just go ahead and buy it, he would have paid her back, but he was grateful that she even kept her eye out for it.
And so, it was nearly 8pm, and Kenya decided to throw caution to the wind and trek out to see if he could pick up the chips. He left mid-conversation with Shuuji and Yukari, though he had offered to bring her something (and he kinda hoped that she said yes; he shot her a text before leaving to let her know that he would have his phone on him if she wanted anything), and Shuuji had just opened the can of worms asking if Kenya was eligible to date. He played it off, jokingly, banking on the fact that it wasn’t a lie that they didn’t know each other very well and that’s why he was evading the question. He didn’t really want to say otherwise in a very public forum where anyone (namely Shiraishi) could see it.
The sweet smell of nikuman under the warming lamps wafted through the door as he pushed it open, nodding to the clerk who greeted him. He might have to leave with one of those, too…
As expected, the prohibited 18+ curry chips were on a bright display covered in big, blocky letters, and cartoon flames clinging to the corner of each kana. There was certainly no question what the purpose of the product was that the company was trying to sell.
Unaware that this happened to be the very conbini that he and Oshitari Kenya had been discussing at a strange frequency for how often he otherwise would speak about conbinis to anyone, Shuuji was poking through the magazine rack and humming to himself. He knew that he was on the cover of one of the magazines that came out today and since it was his birthday tomorrow and he was feeling generous, he was planning on signing the copies that he didn’t buy for himself. “Love Shuuji ☆,” or something like that. He could come up with something better than that. Probably.
He found the magazine with the new releases rack that was right up against the case that held the cold pre-prepared foods. He was still full from dinner, but there was always room to pick up something for dessert… Shuuji picked up a copy of the magazine to get a better look - yep, his perfect face was photoshopped as usual. Whatever.
Upon closer inspection, it didn’t appear that there were any alternate flavors to the chips, so Kenya simply grabbed a couple of boxes of them. He wasn’t about to run the risk of loving them and then not being able to find them again, but he also only had two hands and didn’t necessarily want to lull bags home filled with small chip boxes.
His phone had yet to vibrate in his pocket, so he thought that he would hang out for another few minutes to see if Yukari did actually want anything. It was pretty easy to waste time in a conbini - if nothing else, standing and reading the latest edition of Jump was practically tradition of busy salarymen who were out late at night and students who couldn’t spare the yen to purchase it for themselves. He wasn’t about to slink to that level, but he was going to take a look and see if there were any particular magazines that caught his eye.
There was a man reading one of the fashion magazines, but at first he didn’t really pay him much mind. For whatever reason, it just so happened to be the very same magazine that had a picture of Shuuji actually, it was a different one from before, but it must have been the same magazine since it was shot very similarly. He wasn’t sure why he suddenly was seeing Shuuji everywhere, but…
Then Kenya realized. It was hard to mistake the tuft of platinum blonde curls. The tone in his voice was most certainly incredulous as he asked, “...Tanegashima-san?”
Shuuji didn’t instantly recognize the voice that addressed him, but it did sound familiar from somewhere… he glanced over to see Oshitari Kenya standing beside him - there was no mistaking the bleach blonde curls of hair. He had grown to be a handsome adult, not really much taller than when Shuuji last saw him, maybe a little more filled out. What he was wearing, though… Shuuji was going to give him the benefit of the doubt and say that he had raided the discount section of the running store to get those shorts and leggings.
“Kenya-kun,” Shuuji replied, motioning to him with the magazine. “Did you want an autograph?”
If there was one thing that Kenya remembered about Shuuji, it was that he was an epic troll. He remembered well the stunts he used to pull on Sanada to rile him up; you would have heard Sanada’s disgruntled yells from the other side of Tokyo, let alone the relatively small size of the venue the U17 camp was held all those years ago. Of course he didn’t want an autograph - why would that even be a question?
“Uh… no?” Kenya shifted the boxes of chips to put one under his arm, and display for Shuuji the other box. “I came for these.”
“...I could autograph those, if you want.” Shuuji opened up the gold sharpie he brought with him invitingly.
“I don’t want an autograph!” Kenya didn’t quite mean to raise his voice; it wasn’t as though he was yelling, he knew better than to use his outdoor voice inside, but it was definitely enough to catch the attention of the poor sales clerk who probably just wanted to go home for the night. He was going to blame Zaizen for the fact he had been so easily riled lately - humoring his former doubles partner tended to leave him like that for prolonged periods of time afterward. It was going to be the death of him if he didn’t reign in that enthusiasm.
“Rather, no, I’ll pass, but thank you,” he clarified a bit lamely, though he didn’t let it get in the way of his confident grin. “It’s just kinda funny, y’know?”
“I told you that we gotta stop meeting here,” Shuuji agreed with a solemn nod. He turned his focus on the magazines on the rack and began signing each one on his face and drawing cute kissy faces or bunnies or whatever popped into his head. “So, what’s with the chips? Why the 18+ on the front? Are they naked?”
Kenya watched with curiosity as Shuuji signed the magazines. He had heard of people doing that before, but it had been limited to celebrities from abroad, not a fashion model in Japan - was it even allowed? There had to be a policy for sure to stop people from destroying products, even if it was just to sign his name and draw… bunnies?
“Oh, these? Yeah, my girlfriend told me that she saw them here. It’s a curry brand - it’s marketed to be the spiciest curry, though to be honest it wasn’t any spicier than a ramen shop I like back home, but that’s why it says 18+.” Completely obvious to the fact that he and Shuuji were literally just talking about this earlier on Dreamwidth, Kenya looked at the box as though it would help him describe it. “I mean, the chips would be naked before you put the packet of curry powder in them…” he laughed, looking back at Shuuji.
Shuuji nodded. “Well, that does answer one of my questions.” He put the stack of magazines back on the rack, neatly arranged, but kept one copy for himself (the unsigned one). “Girlfriend?” He looked back at Kenya and, without watching what he was doing, grabbed one of the ice cream parfaits he had been eyeing earlier out of the cold food case. “Why didn’t she just buy them for you if she was here?”
And there was the critical failure to launch. Again, it wasn’t that he was specifically trying to go out of his way to hide their relationship, he was very proud of the fact he could call Yukari his girlfriend, but he just knew that alluding to the fact he had a girlfriend and then being so skittish around Shiraishi was going to end poorly. He wasn’t one to hide things from his best friend, and, really, Kenya wasn’t much in the business of hiding anything from anyone - he was a bit of an open book like that.
“Ah, you caught me.” Kenya smiled a bit sheepishly, watching Shuuji pick the parfait out from the freezer. “That’s what I was wondering. I don’t even know when she was here.”
Shuuji smiled back at him. “Not really surprised that a good looking guy like you has a girlfriend, though.” Kenya actually seemed like quite a catch - med student, good family, pretty face, easily convinced of things, he probably could even cook. Though, his taste in chips was a bit questionable. “What’s she like?”
As though summoned by the conversation, Kenya’s phone vibrated in his pocket with a text from Yukari.
“Hmm?” Kenya shifted the other box of chips under his arm, and removed his phone from his pocket, eyes scanning over the text message. “She’s a bit of a firecracker, but in the good way. Really upbeat and competitive - keeps me on my toes.” His fingers danced over the screen as he messaged her in return.
Shuuji leaned over to get a look at the phone. “Is that her?”
Kenya was eternally grateful for all of those years that he spent boasting about being the fastest person in all of Osaka, for it allowed him to scramble to pull the phone out of Shuuji’s sight and press it against his chest. “Maybe.”
That… was not the reaction that Shuuji expected to asking about someone’s girlfriend. Usually, when a guy was asked about his girl, he would show off pictures of her and brag about how pretty she was and how great it was to have a girlfriend and blah, blah, blah. Not to mention, he was fairly certain he had seen the first kanji of “Shiraishi” on the phone before it was snapped away. Seriously, did Kenya think that anyone cared that he was dating Shiraishi Kuranosuke? And saying he had a girlfriend like Shuuji would react badly that he was dating a guy… “Well, ‘she’ sounds like quite the catch.”
Keeping the phone pressed to his chest, even as it vibrated to indicate that Yukari had texted him in return, Kenya stared at Shuuji. “What’s with the weird emphasis?”
Shuuji shrugged. “You should get back to that - wouldn’t want to keep a lady waiting.” He motioned to the phone and walked past Kenya to check out the chips that Kenya had picked up. They were advertised as “adult only” due to their extremely spicy flavor. “You know, I didn’t really take you as one who would be familiar with adult flavors.”
Kenya paused to quickly respond to Yukari and then followed Shuuji back over to the chips display. “What’s that supposed to mean? It’s definitely just a ploy to get people to buy them.” He glanced back at his phone before crossing his arms, hiding both the boxes and the phone out of eyesight.
“Then why are you hiding it like a girly magazine?” Shuuji laughed and went back to the magazine rack, picking up something that was clearly marked as an “adult flavor” as well. “Here, take this with you.” He continued past Kenya to the counter to purchase his magazine and his parfait.
He knew perfectly well that he was falling right into the territory of being trolled himself, he could hear Zaizen in the back of his mind dryly telling him that he would be a meme the next day, but he couldn’t help but react. “I’m not! I don’t need this.” Putting the plastic wrapped, definitely not meant for someone under the age of eighteen magazine back down on the rack, Kenya stopped only long enough to grab the first box of tampons he could find, per Yukari’s request, and then followed Shuuji to the counter.
Shuuji was mid-transaction in buying the magazine when he noticed Kenya out of the corner of his eye absently grabbing the first box of tampons he spotted - he was really trying to sell this girlfriend thing - and bringing it up to the register. Well, at least he had the balls enough to buy tampons…
Unlike other guys who were for some reason scared of buying feminine hygiene products, it had never even occurred to Kenya to think of it as strange. Coming from a family of doctors, he had been present to many more discussions and demonstrations of how specific products worked, and it had been important to both of his parents to keep those things casual (in particular after Kenya had expressed the desire to become a pediatrician). Yet, to someone who didn’t know Kenya very well, they would probably draw the conclusion that he was trying to act a little too casual.
When Shuuji looked him, Kenya smiled back in return, now holding the three boxes stacked on top of each other. The nikuman still smelled good… maybe he could bring one of the pizza ones back to Yukari, and then get the curry ones for himself.
Shuuji nodded back to Kenya, a bright grin that matched his magazine gracing his features. But he was prettier in person. “You have a good night, Speed ☆.” He bowed his head to the clerk, thanked him, and went on his way.
It might have been that he was tired, or maybe it was that he was flustered over the fact that while Shuuji had clearly asked about his girlfriend, he was very quick to drop it, or maybe even it was that Kenya just didn’t know how to act when it was insinuated that he would want to buy porn, but for some reason he could just hear the star symbol that Shuuji tacked on to his sentences despite the fact that it should have been very clear to Kenya that Shuuji was simply using his most recent nickname.
“You can’t star in real life!”
