This page on the site is for writings off of the BadBadbathHouse Live Journal. However, most of the writings there are 18+, it is unknown if those stories will be up on the site, but this page is for all the SFW writings from 2008-2010.
Now, it was stated that there was going to be no NFSW for the time being, however this is how the stories will be sorted, by which post they were under. Also, most of the comments were posted on 12/31/08, so some of the stories might come from New Years Day for this post.
Like clockwork, Kanji barrels straight into a garbage can for the third fucking time today.
"Goddammit, Kanji!" Yosuke, limbs-a-flailing, hauls Kanji out from the trash, picking at the candy bar wrappers and fruit peels that have glommed onto every surface of his hair and jacket and pants. "That was the third time! The third! Time! My bike is crappy enough as it is!"
"I'm sorry, okay?!" He flings an errant kleenex behind him, where it drifts, tumbleweed-like, into the open door of Daidara Metalworks. "...Fuck. Anyway, I'm still learning, what the hell do you expect?!"
"Oh I dunno, I expect you not to be a totally uncoordinated spazz, maybe?! My grandma could ride a bike better than you, and she's in a wheelchair!"
"Well lemme see you do better!" With that, Kanji all but flings Yosuke's bike back at him, throwing with it a slew of refuse.
"Fine."----
Yosuke sits astride his (now battered beyond any hope) bike, red sneakers resting on the asphalt and both hands on the handlbars. Kanji, meanwhile, picks a stray piece of bubblegum out of his hair—blue raspberry, by the look of it. That reminds him, he's got some gum from Junes in his back pocket; strawberry or mint? He balances them on his open palms like a scale, and finally chooses the fruit—mint is no good in hot weather like this.
"Kanji, are you even listening to me?!"
"Huh? Oh, uh, yeah. Gum?"
Yosuke waves the package away with one hand, nearly knocking it out of Kanji's hand. "Are you even serious about this?"
Kanji chews. "I guess so?"
"You're the one who asked me to teach you, you idiot!"
Kanji shrugs. "Well I don't really care one way or the—"
"Just shut up and watch me." He takes a deep breath, clenches his fists, and kicks off. "Now, the key here is balance. You've gotta—" His bike begins to wobble. "Shit, there's garbage all over the road! Way to go, Kanji!"
"Uh, senpai—"
"Shut up, I'm just—" It wobbles some more. "Shit, Kanji, this is all your— goddammit!"
"Senpai, there's a TaP can right—"
"IknowwhatI'mdoingKanjishutup—"
----
"Uh... well, it could be worse, I guess..."
"I'm never letting you near my bike ever again." Yosuke swats away Kanji's offered hand and gets to his feet, brushing his knees free of gravel and unidentifiable trash-can-bottom chemicals.
"Well it's not like it was all my fault—"
"Let's just... let's just never speak of this again, okay?"
"Right." Kanji makes a show of wiping down the body of Yosuke's bike, smacking his gum thoughtfully all the while. "...'my grandma could ride a bike better than you!'"
"I'm seriously gonna kick your ass." Yosuke, unsmiling, begins wheeling his bike back in the general direction of Junes; Kanji meanders along behind him, keeping a more-or-less safe distance.
"Oh, and uh, Yosuke-senpai?"
"What?"
"You've uh... you've got a used condom stuck to your back."
"...I hate you."
Teddie had had a long day. He had been working at Junes for what seemed like hours, and he had been inside of his costume all that time.
Not that he minded in the slightest.
Today he was hanging around the food court, serving drinks and being Junes's cheerful, lovable mascot. Of course, he took time to flirt with all the ladies he happened to pass, but only managed to embarass himself with his bear punnery. Eventually, he came across a young girl who didn't seem to be in good spirits. Seeing this, he became determined to cheer her up. As he came closer, though, he realized that it was a girl he already knew.
"Rise-chan!" he gasped, surprised. It was not often that Rise came to Junes alone.
Rise did not look at him. "Oh, it's Teddie," she uttered almost inaudibly, as if they were not engaged in direct conversation. She then went back to her own musings as if he were not even there.
Teddie would not have this. He decided to try to lighten the mood a little. "What's a cute girl like yourself doing here all by your lonesome?" he asked somewhat teasingly. "Did you come here to see little old me?"
Rise did not respond.
Teddie tried to think of a bear pun that would go with the current situation, but couldn't. Giving up, he decided to be direct. "What's got you so down, Rise-chan?" he questioned her.
Rise did not respond.
"Why are you here all by yourself?" His question was genuine this time. "I bet you'd be happier with friends here, like Yuki-chan and Chie-chan. And don't forget, you have one charming and handsome friend right here!" he said cheerfully, gesturing to himself.
Rise did not respond. She didn't even move. Teddie sat down next to her.
"I'm sure the guys would be happy to cheer you up too! This place would be tons more cheerful if Yosuke and Kanji were here! And if Sensei came, you'd be smiling in no time!"
Rise snapped.
"Will you just SHUT UP!?" she screamed, rising from her seat. "Why do you need to bother me about my problems? You just want to flirt with girls! It's not like you care! It's not like anyone cares!"
Rise's sudden outburst caused quite a few people to stare in their direction. Teddie just sat there and looked up at her, unsure how to respond. She looked like she was about to say something else, but all that came out was a strained and unintelligible squeak. Before she knew what was happening, Rise had collapsed back into her chair, sobbing uncontrollably. Everyone in the vicinity was now staring at her, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore. She had so many adoring fans, but the one person she loved didn't return her feelings. She was here crying her eyes out because of him, and he was completely unaware of it. Without him, who was left? Who could she love who would love her for herself? There was no one else in the world who could-
Her thoughts were interrupted as she felt a soft, squishy arm around her. For once, Teddie was trying to handle the situation without cracking jokes. By this time, Rise was not thinking straight. Acting upon instinct, as well as a simple desire for comfort, she latched onto Teddie and cried into his fur. Strangely, he didn't seem to mind this. As for Rise, she was grateful for any source of affection, even if it was from a giant bear.
The two stayed like this until Rise got everything out of her system. By the time she had finished, everyone else had shifted their attention back to their own affairs. Having calmed down, Rise pulled away from the embrace. Still in a state of conflicting emotion, all she could do was sit there and stare at Teddie, who was smiling at her.
"I care about Rise-chan," he said quietly. At this, Rise couldn't help but smile.
"Thank you, Teddie."
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After Teddie's shift was over, the two spent a few more hours hanging out and talking.
"Rise-chan?" Teddie finally asked.
"What?" Rise replied inquisitively.
"Can I score with you?"
Rise said nothing, but slowly nodded.
Rise and Teddie had fun that night.
This is the creator of the site here. The person who wrote the story above said "you can interpret that last sentence any way you want." And since it wasn't clearly NSFW, I kept it in.
Now that Yosuke’s actually thinking about it, he can see that this is long overdue.
He knows there’s something special about the friendship he shares with Souji. He’s known that for months. From the first time he offered Souji a ride to school on his bike, he felt a bond between them. Even though he’d only known him for a few days at that point, Yosuke was glad that if anyone had to see his shadow, it was Souji. Something about the easy way they could chat between classes (or not, if Souji wasn’t feeling talkative; then Yosuke could just stand next to his desk and smile in the comfortable silence) felt, well, right. It didn’t surprise him at all that they got along well outside of school too, or that Souji rapidly became his favorite person to hang out with.
It did surprise him when Souji hugged him that one time. He had been crying about Saki-senpai, which somehow didn’t feel awkward despite the fact that he was breaking down in front of another guy, one he’d asked to come with him that day specifically so he could get those feelings out, no less, when Souji pulled him in for a hug. And not a manly hug either, with hard pats on the back and maybe even a handshake between them so their bodies didn’t actually touch. Souji went all out. Arms around the waist, under Yosuke’s arms, and head on his shoulder. Like you’d hug a girl. Yosuke called him on it, too, and he didn’t hold Souji around the neck like a girl would’ve, but he didn’t stop it. Up until this instant, he was never sure why he didn’t do anything more than half-heartedly tell Souji he was an idiot before crying again, right into the fabric of Souji’s shirt.
That wasn’t an isolated incident, either. There was that time last month. Rise was safe, and judging from the way her face would light up every time she looked at a certain someone, Yosuke figured anyone who wasn’t Souji wouldn’t have a shot with her. Now that exams were done, those two’d even have time to go out on a proper date. Yosuke resigned himself to a weekend (and probably many weekends and afternoons to follow – who wouldn’t want to spend every waking moment with Risette?) of boredom. But then that Sunday afternoon, there was Souji at the door with a DVD and a bag of Tater Longs.
Yosuke looked from Souji, to the snacks, back to Souji again. “What’s up?”
“Exams are over. Want to watch a movie?” Souji asked casually, as if he wasn’t supposed to be off seducing a freaking idol at that exact moment.
“Uh. Sure?” Yosuke took the DVD from him as he entered and inspected the cover. A buff man with short, choppy hair and a greasy chest doing a flying kick down a corridor of flames greeted his eyes, along with bold letters that read, “The Forbidden Pillars of Dragon Fire”.
“Is this Chie’s?” Yosuke asked, and that definitely wasn’t fear making his voice shake, no way. Souji paused on one foot, his shoe halfway off, and nodded. “You know if this gets broken, she’ll kill you.” Souji just shrugged. With a grin, Yosuke popped the case open. “Alright, your choice!”
They clambered up the stairs to Yosuke’s room together, Yosuke rattling off every little thing Teddie had done to piss him off that day, and without missing a beat, he loaded up the DVD and flopped down beside Souji on the couch. Snagging a handful of Tater Longs from the bag tilted his way, Yosuke crossed his arms behind his head, leaned back, and-
“So what are we watching?
”“WE aren’t watching anything, Teddie,” Yosuke groaned. “Souji and I are watching a movie.”
“Sensei?” Teddie asked quietly, his mouth twisting into a pout. “Can I please hang out with you?”
Souji gave Yosuke a half-smile before nodding. “Fine,” Yosuke muttered, picking up the remote and hitting play. “But don’t talk through the whole thing, and you have to sit on the floor.”
“Thank you, sensei!” Teddie beamed and, after stealing a snack from the bag, settled down cross-legged in front of them. Yosuke took the opportunity to kick him in the back.
“Ow!”
“Shhh, movie’s starting.”
It was a good movie, definitely better than the one Yosuke had borrowed from Chie before, and he was glad that even though she’d never loan him another thing for the rest of his life, he still had the chance to see her collection. This one was particularly fast-paced – a real actionfest, super intense. So intense, in fact, that he barely took notice when Souji stretched one arm along the back of the couch behind him. It wasn’t until they were halfway through the Tater Longs and the battles had given way to a few scenes of dialogue-heavy plot that Souji finally moved again. His arm dropped down just enough to rest lightly over Yosuke’s shoulders.
For the first time since the movie started, Yosuke tore his gaze away from the screen and peered over at him curiously. He must’ve slipped, right? Didn’t he notice? How could he not feel what he was doing? “Dude,” he whispered, watching to make sure he didn’t draw Teddie’s attention, “you’re doing it again.” Souji blinked at him, and Yosuke winced. “You’re treating me like a girl.”
And like that didn’t bother him at all, Souji turned back to the movie, leaving Yosuke staring at him in utter confusion. He had planned to shirk Souji’s arm off his shoulders, he really had, but he didn’t. He was kind of cold – in July? Maybe! It’s a drafty room! – and the contact wasn’t too bad. It actually felt... nice? Yosuke locked his wide eyes straight ahead at the movie again and prayed that he wasn’t blushing. After a few minutes, though, Souji retracted his arm back to his side. This left Yosuke with a problem. He kind of wanted that feeling back, but asking another guy, no matter how close of a friend he was, to snuggle, no, cuddle, NO, hold? Ugh, put his arm completely platonically around you was kind of weird. It’s not like he could just wait for Souji to do it again either, not after he’d objected about it. There was really only one thing he could think of to do.
With his hand clenched tight in a fist, Yosuke put his arm around Souji. It felt as good as he’d hoped it would. It felt even better when Souji wiggled closer and laid his head on Yosuke’s shoulder, but Yosuke tried not to think too much about that. He was cold and the heat was nice, that’s all. Really.
It was lucky that he remembered to pull away before the movie was over and Teddie started excitedly asking what their favorite parts were. Teddie never would’ve shut up about it.
Thinking about it, he realizes there were plenty of clues on this actual day as well. It isn’t that a few days ago Souji had agreed to help him out at Junes and that he’d spent every day after that following whenever he got the chance and helping with whatever boring chore Yosuke happened to be stuck with. It’s tempting to zero in on the fact that when they’d finished up for the day and Yosuke asked if he’d like to go get Topsicles and eat them at that fence where they could look down on Inaba, Souji had not only agreed without hesitation, but had also been willing to ride on Yosuke’s bike with him both to the store and up the hill. Yosuke doesn’t really count that as a clue either, though, because that’s pretty standard for them. Now that he thinks about THAT, that’s kind of a clue on its own. But anyway, the thing he noticed today specifically was that during the bike ride, Souji had leaned back to rest against him. And damnit, Yosuke had returned the gesture. And then he crashed, and he scraped open that spot on his elbow again, but at least Souji wasn’t hurt.
They did make it up the hill eventually. When they climbed up to sit on the rickety wood fence, Yosuke didn’t even get any splinters, and to his surprise, the Topsicles came out of their wrappers still icy. Nibbling tentatively at his (it’d be just his luck to take a bite and end up with crippling brain freeze), he asked, “You were helping that small girl from 2-1 pretty much all day, weren’t you? What’d she want?”
“One hundred steaks.”
Yosuke nearly lost his balance. “One hun- why the hell would she need so many steaks?!”
“She’s throwing a party.”
“And we’re not even invited. Figures.”
Yosuke bit into his Topsicle, and when the pain (brain freeze, he knew it!) subsided, he said, “Did we even have a hundred steaks?”
Souji took a lick and shook his head.
“Man. All that, and you didn’t even make the sale.”
“I should’ve sent her to Aiya,” Souji said, lost in thought. “They must have some sort of meat generator there.”
Laughing, Yosuke transferred his Topsicle to his other hand and plunked the frigid one down on the fence. Or not. More like onto Souji’s hand, which was on the fence. “Oh, sorry,” he blurted, pulling back like he’d been burned. “I didn’t notice-“
Then Souji kissed him.
And that’s his story. That’s where he is now, with Souji’s lips, damp with Topsicle juice, cold and sweet, chastely pressing against his and remembering in a rush all the little hints he should’ve picked up on. He really shouldn’t be so shocked. He is, though, and with neither of his hands on the fence to steady him, he does lose his balance this time, twisting as he topples over and faceplanting on the ground. When he pushes himself up, shaking the grass out of his hair, Souji’s holding a hand out to him and smiling... hopefully? Maybe. Whatever it is, it’s cute. Yosuke lets Souji pull him to his feet.
“So.” Yosuke rubs the back of his head with his free hand sheepishly. “I... uh...”
“You split your lip,” Souji says softly. Their hands are still linked, and Souji rubs his fingers over Yosuke’s knuckles.
Yosuke has another one of those moments where he’s not sure what he should do to get the result he wants, but the answer occurs to him a lot quicker this time. “Oh. Um. Could you... kiss it better?”
Yosuke’s pleasantly surprised to find out that it works – it does take the pain anyway. Does more than that, even. He thinks he’s never felt better.
Usually, their sleepovers involved late nights, popcorn fights, and the blaring soundtrack of Chie's DVD collection. Yukiko didn't mean to break into laughing fits during all the dramatic climaxes, but she couldn't help how funny the wuxia stars looked when they were making their little speeches, and secretly, she didn't mind Chie's swift retaliation for slights to her kung-fu heroes. She rarely felt more free than when her best friend was hitting her in the face with a down pillow.
But tonight wasn't like their usual sleepovers. Her mother had insisted that she bring Chie over to the Inn for once.
"Sorry." Yukiko grimaced, and sat gingerly down on the edge of her futon. Her skin was still oversensitive from the baths. "Mom wouldn't let me bring a TV in here. It's not traditional, and the noise might disturb the clients."
This was probably supposed to be a treat. She was probably supposed to have fun, getting to act like a guest with no responsibilities. Yet all Yukiko could think of was the happy, expectant gazes of the staff lying heavy on her shoulders, and the terrible knowledge that Chie would now understand how poorly she lived up to this place.
Yukiko wraped the thin cloth of her yukata more tightly around her chest.
"Are you kidding? That was way awesome! Those hot springs are amazing. I can't believe we got them all to ourselves."
"I just-"
"Don't worry," Chie interrupted her, padding over to the wall to rummage through her bags. "Chie to the rescue! I thought you must be getting bored of my random movies anyway, so I thought I'd bring something else along."
Yukiko didn't think she'd ever seen Chie this flushed before; not even after a long gym class, when she'd been running across the practice field full-tilt. The hot springs could have that effect on people. When you get out of the water, the world felt just a little bit more raw.
"Something else?"
Chie flopped down beside Yukiko on the futon, and presented her with a cheap pink plastic case.
"Makeup! We're going to be out of middle-school soon, so we both totally need makeovers, right? Yasogami High isn't going to know what hit it. Wha-cha!"
"Is now a good time for that?" Yukiko knew that Chie was trying to make her smile. Instead she bit her bottom lip. "You look good but, um, I don't know. The water here makes my skin all red and blotchy and-"
Chie pulled herself up into a kneeling position, and cupped Yukiko's jaw with her left hand, smoothing out the young heiress' lip with the rough pad of her thumb. Yukiko wasn't sure how long she could survive under this much scrutiny. She didn't know what to say to duck out. Her heart was fluttering madly within the cage of her chest. Surely now, beneath the lamplight, Chie would see Yukiko for what she really was. Paralyzed and melting.
Something cool and slick ran deliberately across her skin. It took Yukiko a moment to process the fact that Chie was lining her lips with something she'd taken out of the case. She took her time tracing the corners of Yukiko's mouth, making sure that each line was liquid-smooth, before finishing off her handiwork with a couple swipes of lipstick.
"Enough of that. Everything's cool, okay?" Chie said, holding up a tube of bright crimson gloss for Yukiko's inspection. "You look good in red."
Then she shifted her weight in a nervous little fidget, before settling on a determined look, and leaning in for a kiss.
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