iii. 3 years. (Or really, 4 years, 6 months, 6 weeks and 3 days forward.)
"Catch him!" Yui calls out from across the hallway. Yamapi jumps from his seat, tossing the script he'd been studying in favor of grabbing the 3-year-old that was dashing around the house nude and still dripping slightly from the bath he'd just had.
"Raimu," Yamapi says sternly, holding his son at arms length and crouching down to eye level. He raises an eyebrow.
Raimu only grins, squirms out of Yamapi's hold and manages to dash to the next room--the kitchen. Yui throws Yamapi a glare as she runs past, a towel still firmly in her hands. Yamapi chuckles before intercepting, entering the kitchen from the other entrance and catching Raimu firmly in his arms, embracing him as Yamapi stands back up.
"Active today, aren't we?"
Raimu still tries to squirm, but this time, Yamapi's not letting him. He passes Raimu to Yui who starts to dry whatever is still actually wet and that hasn't dripped onto the floor in his journey around the house.
"Your son seems to like to bare all," Yui says sardonically, giving Yamapi a half smile.
Yamapi chuckles. "If you're going to say, just like his father..."
Yui smirks. "You already said it for me." She turns to Raimu who's calmed down a little thankfully. "Okay, mister. Let's get some clothes on you. Wouldn't want to catch a cold."
"I want papa to do it!" Raimu pouts.
"Ah, your dad's busy study--"
"I can do it," Yamapi interrupts. Yui blinks at him, startled. "My script can wait. I don't mind dressing Raimu." Yui smiles, passing Raimu back to his father before drying off her hands on a nearby towel.
"Okay. His clothes are already laid out on the bed so it'll be at least a little easier." Yamapi chuckles, leaning in to peck Yui on the lips.
"I know, Gakki," he teases before ushering Raimu towards his room. "Had a nice bath?"
"Un!" Raimu says cheerfully. "Mama used that shampoo I like." Yamapi laughs, leaning in to sniff Raimu's hair.
"Mmm. Smells good too!" Yamapi swears he can feel Yui's eyes on them, just watching--probably with a smile on her face.
iv. 6 months rewind. (Or really, 12 months, 6 weeks and 3 days forward.)
"You're what?" Yamapi asks, heart pounding and eyes wide. He's not even sure he's standing anymore.
"Tomo-kun," Yui breathes, sitting down to join him on the couch--oh, he did sit down--and tugging his hand into her grasp. "I... I don't know how--"
"Of course we know how," Yamapi sighs, closing his eyes over his hand. "Shit."
Yui pauses. "Look, I can--"
"No," Yamapi says firmly, looking Yui in the eye. "I'm taking responsibility. I'll take care of everything."
Yui gives him a small smile, tugging him into her arms. "You're amazing."
"Of course, we'll have to get married," Yamapi says, more focused on trying to get everything in order. He misses the glance of disappointment on her face.
v. 3 years, 3 months rewind, 3 minutes.
"That's your co-star, Aragaki Yui. She'll be playing your girlfriend." Yamapi turns, looking over to see the girl his manager is gesturing towards. He blinks, then thinks to himself that that's not a bad girl to play his girlfriend.
"You're supposed to look disinterested," his manager coughs before Yamapi stares at him.
"What?"
His manager nods. "Yeah, something about her trying to find her way without you so you can't look interested in her, Yamashita-kun." There's something there that Yamapi knows he's trying to point out, but Yamapi can't quite decipher it. Yamapi just waves his hand in acceptance before turning to look at Yui again; she's chatting with one of his other stars--a Nagasawa Masami, he thinks--a bright smile on her face that almost calls for his attention.
She turns her head, catching his eyes--blinking and slightly confused. Yui smiles in his direction, tucking her hair behind her ear before waving to him.
Yamapi gives a half hearted one in return and exhales slowly, hoping he looks calmer than he feels. He's not sure how he's supposed to act indifferent when that's the farthest that he feels.
do i even have enough icons for this? part 2.
"Catch him!" Yui calls out from across the hallway. Yamapi jumps from his seat, tossing the script he'd been studying in favor of grabbing the 3-year-old that was dashing around the house nude and still dripping slightly from the bath he'd just had.
"Raimu," Yamapi says sternly, holding his son at arms length and crouching down to eye level. He raises an eyebrow.
Raimu only grins, squirms out of Yamapi's hold and manages to dash to the next room--the kitchen. Yui throws Yamapi a glare as she runs past, a towel still firmly in her hands. Yamapi chuckles before intercepting, entering the kitchen from the other entrance and catching Raimu firmly in his arms, embracing him as Yamapi stands back up.
"Active today, aren't we?"
Raimu still tries to squirm, but this time, Yamapi's not letting him. He passes Raimu to Yui who starts to dry whatever is still actually wet and that hasn't dripped onto the floor in his journey around the house.
"Your son seems to like to bare all," Yui says sardonically, giving Yamapi a half smile.
Yamapi chuckles. "If you're going to say, just like his father..."
Yui smirks. "You already said it for me." She turns to Raimu who's calmed down a little thankfully. "Okay, mister. Let's get some clothes on you. Wouldn't want to catch a cold."
"I want papa to do it!" Raimu pouts.
"Ah, your dad's busy study--"
"I can do it," Yamapi interrupts. Yui blinks at him, startled. "My script can wait. I don't mind dressing Raimu." Yui smiles, passing Raimu back to his father before drying off her hands on a nearby towel.
"Okay. His clothes are already laid out on the bed so it'll be at least a little easier." Yamapi chuckles, leaning in to peck Yui on the lips.
"I know, Gakki," he teases before ushering Raimu towards his room. "Had a nice bath?"
"Un!" Raimu says cheerfully. "Mama used that shampoo I like." Yamapi laughs, leaning in to sniff Raimu's hair.
"Mmm. Smells good too!" Yamapi swears he can feel Yui's eyes on them, just watching--probably with a smile on her face.
iv. 6 months rewind. (Or really, 12 months, 6 weeks and 3 days forward.)
"You're what?" Yamapi asks, heart pounding and eyes wide. He's not even sure he's standing anymore.
"Tomo-kun," Yui breathes, sitting down to join him on the couch--oh, he did sit down--and tugging his hand into her grasp. "I... I don't know how--"
"Of course we know how," Yamapi sighs, closing his eyes over his hand. "Shit."
Yui pauses. "Look, I can--"
"No," Yamapi says firmly, looking Yui in the eye. "I'm taking responsibility. I'll take care of everything."
Yui gives him a small smile, tugging him into her arms. "You're amazing."
"Of course, we'll have to get married," Yamapi says, more focused on trying to get everything in order. He misses the glance of disappointment on her face.
v. 3 years, 3 months rewind, 3 minutes.
"That's your co-star, Aragaki Yui. She'll be playing your girlfriend." Yamapi turns, looking over to see the girl his manager is gesturing towards. He blinks, then thinks to himself that that's not a bad girl to play his girlfriend.
"You're supposed to look disinterested," his manager coughs before Yamapi stares at him.
"What?"
His manager nods. "Yeah, something about her trying to find her way without you so you can't look interested in her, Yamashita-kun." There's something there that Yamapi knows he's trying to point out, but Yamapi can't quite decipher it. Yamapi just waves his hand in acceptance before turning to look at Yui again; she's chatting with one of his other stars--a Nagasawa Masami, he thinks--a bright smile on her face that almost calls for his attention.
She turns her head, catching his eyes--blinking and slightly confused. Yui smiles in his direction, tucking her hair behind her ear before waving to him.
Yamapi gives a half hearted one in return and exhales slowly, hoping he looks calmer than he feels. He's not sure how he's supposed to act indifferent when that's the farthest that he feels.