[fic] Kamen Rider Fourze, "Marking Time"
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tsunkihimeMarking Time
☆ Kengo/Gentarou
☆ Kamen Rider Fourze
☆ Mostly safe for work.
(I couldn't sleep so I wrote this but it was at 5am so it's kind of all-over-the-place I'm sure. Two years post-series!)
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"We're going to a bar, Kengo," Gentarou announces in lieu of good morning on Kengo's twentieth birthday. It's a rainy Wednesday, a few minutes before the alarm is set to go off, and Kengo, still half-asleep in their shared futon, thinks that Gentarou looks entirely too awake, entirely too chipper, but just the correct amount of entirely naked.
"No we're not," says Kengo, yawning and rolling over to look at the clock. "It's not even six yet. Why?"
"Not now. After classes! And 'cause it's your birthday, dumbass. You're a man in the eyes of the law! We gotta celebrate!"
"We can celebrate." Kengo reaches back to grope Gentarou's ass deliberately. "I can think of a few ways to celebrate that don't include going someplace noisy and crowded late on a school night."
"You're turning twenty, not eighty-five," says Gentarou, right in Kengo's ear, suddenly pressed close up against him. "We're going to a bar."
Kengo shivers pleasantly. "I'd rather stay home with you. I don't even drink."
"You always stay home with me." Gentarou laughs. "Not that I'm complaining. But it's a special occasion, right?"
Kengo rolls his eyes and presses back against his boyfriend. "Shouldn't we be doing what I want? It's my special occasion, after all."
"Yeah right. If other people didn't make you do stuff for your birthday, you'd spend the whole time study—ah!"
There is a brief, breathy pause.
"Maybe not the whole time," Gentarou amends.
They both miss their first classes.
***
The bar is, in fact, crowded and noisy, but they go reasonably early and pick a place that is known for good snacks, then fill up on meat skewers while nursing a single beer each. Kengo's initial surprise fades quickly when a couple of his classmates from Astrophysics turn up. At this point, the explanation that they met Gentarou on campus and made friends is so predictable that he just smiles and nods.
He likes them both, anyway. Koishi-san is cheerful, quick to grasp concepts and help others, and even slower with his drink than Kengo; Reiko is quiet, studious and driven, someone Kengo already considered a friend, and evidently capable of drinking them all under the table. Yuuki makes an appearance with a spaceship-shaped cake, and while Kengo is happy to see her, it makes him realize with bright surprise that he was happy already—that he is enjoying himself.
He orders a second beer and finishes it, which turns out to be more or less his limit. But that's fine, Kengo thinks later, draped on Gentarou on the train station bench. His face and feet are mostly numb, and balance is difficult, but that's unexpectedly fine. He feels safe.
"You were right," he tells Gentarou, over-enunciating every syllable to make sure he doesn't slur. "That was a good idea."
"I told you, man," says Gentarou, cuddling him aggressively. "It's a classic milestone of new adulthood! Besides, I got to find out you're a super cute drunk."
"I notice we didn't get you drunk on your birthday," says Kengo. He thinks about it for a minute. "Your grandpa did, though, didn't he."
Gentarou laughs. "Yeah. Shun was there too, actually. But you and I did other stuff. Anyway, you were kinda still underage at the time."
"Having a drink in a bar doesn't really make you more adult, though. Obviously."
"Nah. But it's symbolic, right?"
"I guess... it just seems... normal? Weirdly normal," says Kengo. "Since when are we this normal?"
Gentarou shrugs. "Sometimes it's not a bad thing to go with something normal or whatever. It's not always just doing things to blend in... it's about participating in the world the way it exists, y'know? Mostly I thought you'd have a good time if you gave it a chance. Which you did. So. I win. Also the super cute drunk thing. Double win."
"Are you even drunk now? At all?" Kengo wants to know.
"Nah... well, tipsy, maybe. M'bigger than you."
"Fine," says Kengo. "Whatever. You're the designated responsible one for the night, god help us. If you let me get a hangover I'm going to kill you."
***
Kengo falls asleep on the train home, and Gentarou carries him up to the apartment piggyback, then bullies him into drinking water, sets up the futon, strips him, and tucks him into it. Despite the water, Kengo does wake up with a headache, but murder seems like an overreaction under such circumstances, so he opts to make breakfast instead. He doesn't feel any different or older, but then, he didn't expect to, especially since he's been an adult in his own eyes for years.
Maybe it is worth celebrating external recognition of that, though, he thinks as he slices an apple into narrow wedges. It's a ritual to share. Gentarou has a lot of those, Kengo knows. Little rituals, chosen to give meaning to the passing days, from his friendship handshake to his stupid hairstyle, and Kengo has learned not to question their value.
"Thanks," Kengo says, when Gentarou flops his bony angles into a kitchen chair, pompadour already in place.
"Huh? What for?" says Gentarou.
"My celebration," says Kengo, putting breakfast on the table.
Gentarou pops a slice of apple into his mouth. "That's everyday!"
"I know," Kengo says. "That's what I meant."
☆ Kengo/Gentarou
☆ Kamen Rider Fourze
☆ Mostly safe for work.
(I couldn't sleep so I wrote this but it was at 5am so it's kind of all-over-the-place I'm sure. Two years post-series!)
"We're going to a bar, Kengo," Gentarou announces in lieu of good morning on Kengo's twentieth birthday. It's a rainy Wednesday, a few minutes before the alarm is set to go off, and Kengo, still half-asleep in their shared futon, thinks that Gentarou looks entirely too awake, entirely too chipper, but just the correct amount of entirely naked.
"No we're not," says Kengo, yawning and rolling over to look at the clock. "It's not even six yet. Why?"
"Not now. After classes! And 'cause it's your birthday, dumbass. You're a man in the eyes of the law! We gotta celebrate!"
"We can celebrate." Kengo reaches back to grope Gentarou's ass deliberately. "I can think of a few ways to celebrate that don't include going someplace noisy and crowded late on a school night."
"You're turning twenty, not eighty-five," says Gentarou, right in Kengo's ear, suddenly pressed close up against him. "We're going to a bar."
Kengo shivers pleasantly. "I'd rather stay home with you. I don't even drink."
"You always stay home with me." Gentarou laughs. "Not that I'm complaining. But it's a special occasion, right?"
Kengo rolls his eyes and presses back against his boyfriend. "Shouldn't we be doing what I want? It's my special occasion, after all."
"Yeah right. If other people didn't make you do stuff for your birthday, you'd spend the whole time study—ah!"
There is a brief, breathy pause.
"Maybe not the whole time," Gentarou amends.
They both miss their first classes.
***
The bar is, in fact, crowded and noisy, but they go reasonably early and pick a place that is known for good snacks, then fill up on meat skewers while nursing a single beer each. Kengo's initial surprise fades quickly when a couple of his classmates from Astrophysics turn up. At this point, the explanation that they met Gentarou on campus and made friends is so predictable that he just smiles and nods.
He likes them both, anyway. Koishi-san is cheerful, quick to grasp concepts and help others, and even slower with his drink than Kengo; Reiko is quiet, studious and driven, someone Kengo already considered a friend, and evidently capable of drinking them all under the table. Yuuki makes an appearance with a spaceship-shaped cake, and while Kengo is happy to see her, it makes him realize with bright surprise that he was happy already—that he is enjoying himself.
He orders a second beer and finishes it, which turns out to be more or less his limit. But that's fine, Kengo thinks later, draped on Gentarou on the train station bench. His face and feet are mostly numb, and balance is difficult, but that's unexpectedly fine. He feels safe.
"You were right," he tells Gentarou, over-enunciating every syllable to make sure he doesn't slur. "That was a good idea."
"I told you, man," says Gentarou, cuddling him aggressively. "It's a classic milestone of new adulthood! Besides, I got to find out you're a super cute drunk."
"I notice we didn't get you drunk on your birthday," says Kengo. He thinks about it for a minute. "Your grandpa did, though, didn't he."
Gentarou laughs. "Yeah. Shun was there too, actually. But you and I did other stuff. Anyway, you were kinda still underage at the time."
"Having a drink in a bar doesn't really make you more adult, though. Obviously."
"Nah. But it's symbolic, right?"
"I guess... it just seems... normal? Weirdly normal," says Kengo. "Since when are we this normal?"
Gentarou shrugs. "Sometimes it's not a bad thing to go with something normal or whatever. It's not always just doing things to blend in... it's about participating in the world the way it exists, y'know? Mostly I thought you'd have a good time if you gave it a chance. Which you did. So. I win. Also the super cute drunk thing. Double win."
"Are you even drunk now? At all?" Kengo wants to know.
"Nah... well, tipsy, maybe. M'bigger than you."
"Fine," says Kengo. "Whatever. You're the designated responsible one for the night, god help us. If you let me get a hangover I'm going to kill you."
***
Kengo falls asleep on the train home, and Gentarou carries him up to the apartment piggyback, then bullies him into drinking water, sets up the futon, strips him, and tucks him into it. Despite the water, Kengo does wake up with a headache, but murder seems like an overreaction under such circumstances, so he opts to make breakfast instead. He doesn't feel any different or older, but then, he didn't expect to, especially since he's been an adult in his own eyes for years.
Maybe it is worth celebrating external recognition of that, though, he thinks as he slices an apple into narrow wedges. It's a ritual to share. Gentarou has a lot of those, Kengo knows. Little rituals, chosen to give meaning to the passing days, from his friendship handshake to his stupid hairstyle, and Kengo has learned not to question their value.
"Thanks," Kengo says, when Gentarou flops his bony angles into a kitchen chair, pompadour already in place.
"Huh? What for?" says Gentarou.
"My celebration," says Kengo, putting breakfast on the table.
Gentarou pops a slice of apple into his mouth. "That's everyday!"
"I know," Kengo says. "That's what I meant."
