The Book Of IDOLiSH7, TRIGGER, Re:Vale, and ZOOL Oneshots

IoRiku (Fluff)

Izumi Iori sang with all his heart, danced with all his heart. His dream was for IDOLiSH7 to succeed, after all, and to make their fans happy.

(Okay, so maybe he had side dreams, like finally getting all the Usamini Friends Collection he could ever want, and eating more of Nii-san's sweets, and getting buried in piles and piles and piles of fluffy Kinakos, but- ahem, nevermind.)

Despite everything that was always on his mind (like that photoshoot tomorrow, and TRIGGER's new live that was going to be on two evenings later), he still managed to look after and worry about Nanase Riku, their center. (It wasn't just because he was cute and adorable and- nope, Iori was not going there.) Just in case Riku got an attack, Iori always, always kept his inhaler around him. Since Riku was IDOLiSH7's center and vocal power, an asthma attack could severely hurt his throat and worry their fans.

Iori really didn't want that to happen.

Onstage

They sang the last line of MONSTER GENERATiON, bowing to tremendous applause. They all smiled - it had been a successful concert. As they waved and exited the stage, Iori noticed Riku breathing a bit heavier. Casually he walked over to the redhead, looking nonchalantly as if he'd simply wanted to talk.

"Nanase-san," Iori whispered, "Do you need your inhaler?"

Riku gave him a tired grin. "I'll be fine, Iori," He teased. "Are you worrying about me?"

Iori was not impressed. "Nanase-san, as you are IDOLiSH7's center and vocals, as well as quite a handful of trouble, it is impossible not to worry."

Riku pouted, puffing up his cheeks. He looked like a cute squirr- no! "I am not trouble!"

Iori walked past Riku and looked back from the doorway of the dressing room. "Are you sure about that, Nanase-san?"

Riku huffed.

In The Dorms (Specifically, Iori's Room)

Iori put down his pencil and sighed. He had just finished his homework, and for the first time in a while, he was bored. Besides Riku, no one else was in the dorms, as they all had work to do, while he and Riku had an unconflicted moment of a wonderfully clear time period on their schedules.

Iori decided to get himself a snack and a drink before losing himself in that book he'd been meaning to finish (but he hadn't, thanks to their busy schedules). He got up and quietly made his way to the kitchen, intending for it to just be a quick grab and go.

Instead, he found a certain redhead curled up on the couch in the living room, dozing peacefully with soft hair fanned out and arms hugging a cushion. It seemed that Riku had kicked his blanket off while he was asleep, and it had fallen to the floor forgotten. Iori smiled gently and picked up the blanket, laying it over Riku's body so the redhead wouldn't wake up with a cold.

"Mmm. . ." Riku mumbled. Iori froze, the idea of being caught in the act of putting a blanket over his groupmate flashing in his mind.

Before Iori could move safely away, Riku's hand shot out and caught his wrist. "Mmm, Ior. . .i," Riku mumbled again, tightening his grip on Iori's wrist and pulling him closer. (Cute.)

Iori smiled gently. He could stay with Riku just this once, he supposed. Besides, he didn't think he could free his wrist even if he tried - the redhead had a stronger grip than he'd thought. His book would have to wait.

Carefully Iori repositioned himself so that he was sitting on the floor in front of the couch, facing Riku. He figured that this position wouldn't hurt Riku's hand or his wrist. Hesitantly Iori laid his head on the edge of the couch. He could feel Riku shift and move closer to him.

Before Iori knew it, he had fallen asleep.

Later

When Iori woke up, it was because of a vague feeling he was being watched. He opened his eyes to see Riku staring at him.

(Tooclosetooclosetooclosetooclose!)

Iori could feel his cheeks heating up as he stared back at Riku. He cleared his throat. "Nanase-san," He said finally, "What are you doing?"

Riku giggled. "You look cute sleeping, Iori!"

"Nanase-san, I am not cute!" Iori protested. (If anything, Riku looked cute sleeping, with that adorable and carefree V-like smile and- no, Iori wasn't going there.) His defenses were futile, as he would see in a moment.

"Really, Iori?" Riku grinned and held up his hand. Belatedly Iori realized that his hand was clasped in Riku's, their fingers intertwined. Iori blushed. His cheeks must surely be hot and red right now.

Iori made an attempt to clear his throat and will away his blush. "Nanase-san, would you please let go of my hand?"

Riku grinned. "But you did it, Iori!"

Dumbfounded, Iori stared at him. "Me?"

(No, he couldn't have.)

Riku nodded. " 'Cause when I was sleeping, I could feel you moving around, and then I felt you doing this!" It seemed this was Iori holding Riku's hand while he was asleep.

It seemed he had failed on willing away his blush. Iori stuttered for a second. "N-Nanase-san. . ."

"Hmm?" Riku looked at him again. "What is it, Iori?"

Iori didn't think he could speak. Riku's face was too close! After a moment he found his voice again and changed the subject. "Would you like a drink or a snack, Nanase-san?"

Riku nodded as Iori got up, using this to his advantage and untangling their fingers subtly. "Yeah! Thank you Iori!" He smiled.

Iori turned away, half to walk to the kitchen. (The other half he wasn't saying, but it was because Riku's smile was blindingly cute like the- no, no, no!) "Your usual warm milk and honey, then, Nanase-san?"

Riku nodded from over the back of the couch.

Iori set to making two mugs of warm milk and honey - one for Riku, one for himself. (After all, Iori didn't want to get to many things out at one time.) While the milk warmed up, he got out the honey and arranged a plate of Nii-san's cookies. (He was lucky Tamaki hadn't found his secret stash yet.)

Over the counter, Iori could see that Riku was moving: sitting up, repositioning the blanket, putting the cushion somewhere. When Iori deemed the drinks warm enough, he brought them over to the couch - along with the plate of cookies - and handed one to Riku, putting the plate of cookies on the table.

Riku took his mug from Iori with a smile on his face. "Thanks Iori!"

Iori sat down - thankfully Riku had cleared a spot for him on the couch (so that was what he was doing) - and sipped from his own mug, taking one of Nii-san's cookies from the plate and nibbling it delicately. "You are welcome, Nanase-san."

Riku grinned and snuggled up to Iori's side, making him almost drop his mug and cookie in surprise. He looked up innocently at Iori.

Iori strategically used his mug to hide his blushing face. (Riku's face was too innocent!) "Nanase-san, what are you doing?"

"I'm colllld!"Riku complained, drawing out his words. "And Iori's so warmmm!"

"Nanase-san," Iori deadpanned, "You are literally holding a warm drink and have a blanket over you."

"Yeah, but Iori's warmer!" Riku pouted. Without warning, he suddenly leaned up and kissed Iori's cheek.

Iori stuttered, his cheeks aflame. "N-Nanase-san, what. . ."

Before Iori could pull himself back together, Riku leaned up again and kissed him for good measure.