Namimori School Play
Chapter 1
He stood in the doorway, mouth open, eyes wide, and slightly flushed. The shock was enough to paralyze him. That or he was just too busy staring at Yamamoto’s bare chest.
“Hey, Gokudera,” the boy laughed.
“What the hell are you doing?” Gokudera spat out, confused at how calm the other teen was and still staring.
“I was trying on a costume for the school play.”
“Well, hurry up. Everyone’s meeting up at Juudaime’s.”
“Could you hold on then? I haven’t tried it on yet and I need to make sure it fits.”
“Yeah, whatever. Just hurry up.”
There was a short pause before Yamamoto smiled and said, “Do you want to watch?”
“Ch. Who, in their right mind, who want to watch you get dressed?” The taller teen laughed as he watched his very flustered friend slam the door on his way out.
I walked right into that one. Gokudera thought, deciding to start conversation.
“What’s the play about?” The Italian boy leaned against the wall across from the door.
“It’s kind of like those old American movies by Disney. Ever heard of Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty? Well, I was told that the play is a collaboration between the journalism, photo, and drama clubs. The journalism class is supposed to write the script, but they don’t want to go to go far into the story until both the prince and princess are chosen. They said they’re writing the script based on how the people co-operate with each other.”
“What are you? The servant?”
“No, I’m the prince.”
“How did that happen? Was the casting crew high?”
Yamamoto laughed. “Turns out that the girls in the journalism and photography class weren’t able to get inspiration from any on the guys in the drama club. So they went around asking people they thought fit the part. I’m the only one that accepted.”
“They must have been on some serious shit to think you could inspire anything other than a serious migraine.” Gokudera paused when he heard the other teen laughing. “And? Who’d they torment into being the princess?”
“I think the clubs are hosting an open tryouts thing. I guess the girls in the drama club didn’t make the cut either.”
Right at that moment, Yamamoto walked out of his room. He wasn’t wearing the costume like Gokudera was expecting. He was just wearing his regular everyday clothes along with his regular everyday smile.
“Fits.”
“Whatever.” The silver haired teen pushed himself off the wall and started for the door. He didn’t want to be any later than they already were getting to Tsuna’s house.
“Hey, Gokudera,” the boy laughed.
“What the hell are you doing?” Gokudera spat out, confused at how calm the other teen was and still staring.
“I was trying on a costume for the school play.”
“Well, hurry up. Everyone’s meeting up at Juudaime’s.”
“Could you hold on then? I haven’t tried it on yet and I need to make sure it fits.”
“Yeah, whatever. Just hurry up.”
There was a short pause before Yamamoto smiled and said, “Do you want to watch?”
“Ch. Who, in their right mind, who want to watch you get dressed?” The taller teen laughed as he watched his very flustered friend slam the door on his way out.
I walked right into that one. Gokudera thought, deciding to start conversation.
“What’s the play about?” The Italian boy leaned against the wall across from the door.
“It’s kind of like those old American movies by Disney. Ever heard of Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty? Well, I was told that the play is a collaboration between the journalism, photo, and drama clubs. The journalism class is supposed to write the script, but they don’t want to go to go far into the story until both the prince and princess are chosen. They said they’re writing the script based on how the people co-operate with each other.”
“What are you? The servant?”
“No, I’m the prince.”
“How did that happen? Was the casting crew high?”
Yamamoto laughed. “Turns out that the girls in the journalism and photography class weren’t able to get inspiration from any on the guys in the drama club. So they went around asking people they thought fit the part. I’m the only one that accepted.”
“They must have been on some serious shit to think you could inspire anything other than a serious migraine.” Gokudera paused when he heard the other teen laughing. “And? Who’d they torment into being the princess?”
“I think the clubs are hosting an open tryouts thing. I guess the girls in the drama club didn’t make the cut either.”
Right at that moment, Yamamoto walked out of his room. He wasn’t wearing the costume like Gokudera was expecting. He was just wearing his regular everyday clothes along with his regular everyday smile.
“Fits.”
“Whatever.” The silver haired teen pushed himself off the wall and started for the door. He didn’t want to be any later than they already were getting to Tsuna’s house.
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Juudaime is japanese for 10th.