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[fic] Nikaido x Senga - Stumbling around in the dark [1/1]

Title: Stumbling around in the dark
Prompt: fallen
Author: BG
Ratings: G

Teaser: I slid the door open as quietly as I could and slipped inside and I pressed myself against the far wall and did my best impersonation of an inanimate object…


Over the past weeks I have come to the conclusion that I must have done something terrible in a past life. It must have been some horrific and it has come back to haunt me. In the space of two weeks I managed to misplace my keys three times, I lost my wallet, left my cell phone on the train, stubbed my toe on my coffee table too many times to count, shut my fingers in a drawer... Walked in on some of the senpai making out in the shower rooms and then I was unfortunate enough to stumble upon the same senpai three days later as they groped each other behind the clothes rack in the dressing rooms.

I feel like I’ve been walking around on egg shells for the past three weeks and I just want everything to go back to the way it was before – well – before all this stuff happened. I want things to return to the time that the world and everything in it wasn’t out to get me.


I can be a bit immature at times, I’m sure there are people around that would tell you that I was very immature a lot of the time but pay they no mind. My point is, I can be immature but I’m glad that the younger boys still feel that they can approach me. I think perhaps if I was ‘mature’ then they wouldn’t come to me as easily as they do. They come for advice or just to talk to someone that is just that little bit older but not someone so old that it reminds them of talking with their parents…because what self-respecting teenager confides in their mother or father, I mean really, come on! That’s just nuts.

I know he looks up to me and sometimes I forget that he is a whole five years younger then me. I think I forget how young he is simply because he’s been here longer then I have. When I started at Johnny’s he was already here, he had already made friends.

He’s a little bit of an oxymoron. He’s the kind of person that makes friends so desperately easily and yet at the same time he can appear like he doesn’t care about anyone else bar himself. It’s untrue…of course it is.

Anyone that thinks he is cold is blind

He cares.

He cares, probably more then he should; probably more then any of the others would ever know. He cares….probably too much.

I think he is the kind of person that is somewhat afraid to be alone, despite all his bravado. I think he is the kind of person that gets so desperately lonely sometimes, even when he is surrounded with people.

I think he is also the kind of person that isn’t very good at recognizing what he feels within himself but is very good at recognizing it in someone else.

So I was surprised when I heard those words fall from his lips.


As I approached the ticket counter I reached into my pocket to get my wallet only to discover it wasn’t in my jacket pocket….or any of my other pockets….or in my bag….
I ran a hand through my hair and sighed. In my mind I could see my wallet, sitting on the top shelf of my locker, right were I had left it. I sighed again and set off back to the studio. The halls were quiet and the lights had been dimmed. I couldn’t remember it ever feeling so vacant; I don’t think I’ve ever been here after hours.

I had my hand on the handle to the locker rooms when I heard it; a faint rustle of clothing, the squeal of a chair being pushed harshly across the floor and the low murmur of voices. I’d like to say I wasn’t a nosy person but that would be a blatant lie.

I slid the door open as quietly as I could and slipped inside and I pressed myself against the far wall and did my best impersonation of an inanimate object and hoped I blended into the shadows. I could hear the voices a little clearer now but I couldn’t really make out what they were talking about. I shuffled a little closer to the sounds and strained my eyes in the half light, hoping to catch a glimpse of whomever it was occupying the far end of the room.

My eyes widened when Nikaido passed by in front of my line of sight. He’s features were sort of contorted like he was in pain or something. I had to admit I was positively dying to know what was going on.

“I don’t understand…”

I knew that voice. That was Senga’s voice. What on Earth were they talking about?

“I don’t know how else to explain it.”

“Just tell me.”

I heard Nikaido sigh. Such a heavy sad sounding sigh…

“I feel…”

Whoa…Nikaido talking about feelings. This wasn’t something that happened all that often.

“…When I’m around you I feel like I’ve run a thousand miles because my heart is beating that fast. When I’m around you I get tongue tied and then I blurt out random stuff and its embarrassing…”


Geez…Even I got Nikaido was trying to say.

“I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.”

Aww…that was kind of eloquent.


Nikaido sighed.

He was just going to have to say it straight up. He was just going to have to say the words…

“I like you.”

Ah…there you go. No way Senga could misunderstand that.

No reply came. There was just this heavy sort of silence that blanketed everything. With every heartbeat that passed I felt myself grow even more anxious for Nikaido.

“Re…Really?” came a timid voice.

I breathed a sigh of relief.


I guess sometimes they don’t need to ask a senpai for help. Sometimes they can stumble through the dark by themselves and still manage to find the light.

“You’ve fallen for me?” Senga giggled.

Nikaido laughed, “Yeah, and I just can’t get up.”

I pressed a hand to my own mouth to stifle my own laughter.

What dorks.


A/N: I think it’s kind of obvious whose perspective this was written in but my apologies if it caused any confusion for you. Hope that you liked it and I hope it isn’t too disjointed.
Be safe

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