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

Izumi Mitsuki & Osaka Sogo (No Relationship)

(A/N): I really just wanted to write a platonic relationship/romantic friendship oneshot.

Everyone was out of the dorms with jobs. That left Mitsuki at home.

Maybe he should have been baking or making dinner or listening to music or watching TV or cleaning. But no, he was lying on the couch, a blanket half covering him and staring at the ceiling.

Maybe he should have been thinking about what to make for dinner or about tomorrow's work plans or even how his groupmates were doing. But no, Mitsuki was wondering about the thing that was an absolute no-no in the world of idols.

Relationships.

Mitsuki wasn't even think it about having a girlfriend or boyfriend, or anyone in between. No, that wasn't what he wanted.

What he wanted was just someone. A companion.

Someone who he could steal sweaters and hoodies from when he was lonely. Someone to dance with and sing with for fun. Someone who could he could cuddle with on the couch under a blanket in the middle of the night. Someone to share food with from the same plate and share a drink with from the same cup. Someone who he could steal too-big shirts from to wear around the house. Someone to sleep with in the same bed as him and to fall asleep on when he was bone-tired.

Mitsuki wanted everything from a loving relationship without the romantic, passionate love. Sure, he still wanted to be loved and cared for, but he didn't want the sexual part of a relationship.

He didn't want someone who wanted sex with him. He didn't want someone who was greedy. He didn't want someone who looked at him, disgusted or pitying when he explained what he wanted. Heck, he didn't even want kissing.

Mitsuki was fully aware that not many people would want what he did. Not very many at all. In fact, he was all too aware the bar he set was too high. It was a perfect relationship straight from a storybook without the perfectness most would want. But it was perfect for Mitsuki.

Mitsuki was still staring off into space when the front door opened. He was still staring off into space when quiet footsteps padded into the living room.

"Mitsuki-san," A melodious voice said softly, "What were you doing while we were all gone?"

"Thinking, Sogo," Mitsuki said, still staring off into space. The couch dipped as Sogo sat down near Mitsuki's head, his bag dropping with a thump on the ground.

"Thinking about what?" Sogo asked, taking off the glasses he had on as disguise. Mitsuki rolled over onto his stomach so he could see Sogo from a non-upside-down perspective.

"Things, Sogo," Mitsuki said vaguely, waving a hand. "Like, would you date me? In a hypothetical situation," He added.

Sogo looked bewildered for a second. The lightest dusting of pink lay on his cheeks. "Me? Date you, Mitsuki-san?" He laughed nervously. "Someone as great as you couldn't possibly want someone like me…     I can't possibly be worthy-"

Mitsuki cut him off. "You're doing it again, Sogo. Don't say such things. You're amazing and you're reliable. And don't say that you're not desirable," He added when Sogo opened his mouth, "I'm sure a lot of people think you're really attractive and desire you."

"But," Sogo said hesitantly, "You don't think of me like that, right Mitsuki-san?"

Mitsuki shook his head. "I can't think of anyone like that," He said, "Not really."

Sogo looked hesitant. "Mitsuki-san, forgive me for asking, but what do you want in a relationship?"

So Mitsuki told him what he had been thinking of earlier. Sogo listened and nodded and looked like he understood and like pieces were coming together in his head.

"Mitsuki-san," Sogo said, "From what you've told me, you don't want a romantic relationship?"

Mitsuki nodded; he'd deduced that much.

"And you want…" Sogo fumbled for a word. "A companion?"

Mitsuki nodded again.

"There's a word for that sort of relationship, I think," Sogo said, looking like he was hesitant and didn't know if he was right, "I believe it's called a platonic relationship, or a romantic friendship."

Mitsuki's mouth formed a small 'o'. "So that's what it's called?" He said, "What does it mean?”

“It’s basically what you just explained to me,” Sogo clarified. “Well, it does differ by people, but I suppose that would be your version of it.”

Mitsuki was silent for a moment. “That,” He said, “Suddenly makes so much sense.”

“Does it?” Sogo said, his tone a blend of nervousness and happiness, “I’m glad, Mitsuki-san.”

Mitsuki grinned and sat up, lunging at Sogo. He tackled him in a hug. Sogo looked surprised, then wrapped his arms around Mitsuki. “Thank you, Sogo!” Mitsuki said happily, “I’ll make whatever you want for dinner tonight!”

“Really?” Sogo said nervously, “But what about-”

“I’ll even let you cook!” Mitsuki said, grinning.

“Well, all right,” Sogo conceded, “But what about everyone else?”

Mitsuki shrugged. “They’ll have to suck it up and eat it.”

“If it’s alright with you, then,” Sogo said, awkwardly smiling, “I’ll do it.”

“Get started then!” Mitsuki said, laughing as he gently pushed Sogo towards the direction of the kitchen, “Everyone’ll be back soon!”

Sogo nervously smiled at him and disappeared into the kitchen. Mitsuki flopped back down on the couch, stuck again within his thoughts.

So that was what his feelings towards dating were called. Maybe there wouldn’t be a lot of people who felt the way he did - hell, they wouldn’t be people felt the same way but in similar ways - but there’d certainly be people, right? Maybe eventually he’d fall for someone, and that someone might not even be like him. But maybe they’d make it work, even if they were different. Or maybe they’d be similar, and that’d be easier.

Whatever it was, Mitsuki was content to wait until his time came around.

And then, of course, the front door opened. Mitsuki sat up and grinned.

“Welcome home!”