Prompt: 060 ~ Commit June 2011©
Focus: Maya x Miya & Aiji x Haruki
Word Count: 1,087
Focus: Maya x Miya & Aiji x Haruki
Word Count: 1,087
‘You have to commit to it, Maya.’
Remembering Aiji’s words made the singer bite down hard on his lollipop. Fortunately, the sweet had only been opened recently so the sugary thing didn’t shatter under the pressure of his teeth impacting it. She would have noticed if it had.
Miya wasn’t sitting that far away after all, and something as awful a waste as shattering a lollipop would not go unnoticed by her. Maya wouldn’t have been able to stand it she started teasing him about it too. Aiji had been harping on him a lot recently, ever since the guitarist had done the ‘mature’ thing and his indefinable relationship with Haruki into something concrete as they started officially dating. He’d been pestering Maya to do the same thing with Miya for the past month or so.
But Maya didn’t want to.
At least, not exactly. The way he saw it was that he and Miya were everything that they needed to be and that there was nothing good that could come of changing it. They were far more than friends but kissing other people was still sort of okay, so long as it was only for short bursts of fanservice. Those boundaries meant it was good enough of a definition for Maya.
Aiji hadn’t seen it that way however, and his pestering was starting to grate on Maya’s already limited sanity. It had gotten so annoying that Maya had caved. He’d actually gone out and picked up a set of couples’ rings to placate the nosy and invasive best friend that probably was well-meaning rather than actively trying to ruin Maya’s life.
Even though Maya had done what he’d asked and bought the stupid rings, Aiji was still complaining. Now it was about the fact that Maya was keeping the box and its contents in his pocket instead of putting the rings where they belonged. Fortunately, he wouldn’t say anything too obvious about it while Miya was around and Miya was almost always around these days.
Even so, something about Aiji’s words was still bothering him.
Maya had made it perfectly clear that he intended to be performing on stage with Aiji and Miya and Haruki for the rest of the foreseeable future. He left no doubt in his answer to where Miya would be crashing after Lives and late nights with him in the studio, obviously, the answer was his place. It was no secret that Miya was the only person alive with access to his secret stash of lollipops, nor that she would never breathe a word of the secret stash’s location. Maya was fully committed to keeping Miya safe and healthy and happy, and more or less entirely his, so what else did he really need to do?
At the moment Maya was lounging with Miya underneath a streetlamp on a bench outside the studio in the warmth of a summer night in the heart of Tokyo. They were sitting with their legs woven together with their elbows leaned back against opposite arms of the bench and a spread sweets and snacks between them. Miya’s head was bobbing to the beat of the song they’d finished last week as it boomed through the headphones hanging around her neck, her eyes closed in bliss and the most perfect expression of happy concentration Maya could ever imagine ghosting across her face. Maya bit down hard on his lollipop again.
The box of rings in his pocket was suddenly burning a hole in the fabric.
Miya had been cooing over the rings when Haruki had shown her, and this morning she’d been girly and giddy over their two-month official anniversary. Maya had certain she was just being all giggly and whatnot because it made Haruki blush, but Aiji was convinced that she had been trying to give Maya a hint. Maya scowled at the memory and twirled the lollipop around with his tongue.
In a quick jerk, Maya reached into his pocket and yanked out the box, throwing it in Miya’s direction in the same motion. Her eyes had opened as the song ended and a new one queued up so she spotted the projectile and caught it easily.
She let go of it immediately, letting it fall into her lap as she shook out her hand as if it had burned. She’d caught a corner on an odd angle and it had dug into her skin. The stabbing sensation annoyed her enough to prompt her to whip of her hat and smack Maya with it. Actually, it was Maya’s hat, but as he was the one currently in possession of the lollipop, Miya finished beating him with the article and tugged it back down onto her head as she complained, “That hurt, moron.”
Maya just grumbled.
“What the hell is this anyway?” Miya asked, turning her attention to fiddling with the box.
When she got it open, she didn’t gasp or make a big fanfare of the discovery. Maya would never have expected her to. It wasn’t Miya’s style. She wasn’t the type to squeal or ask him to put it on her finger for her; she wasn’t even the type to want it on her finger. Miya wasn’t really a rings person.
Miya admired the ring for a moment, pulling hers out of the box and rolling it around in her palm. Then she tugged at the weave of necklaces tucked under her hoodie, pulling out a chain that she could unhook and thread through the center of the ring. The necklace had a few other trinkets on it. Mostly, they were other little presents from Maya, a gold-plated guitar pick from her first concert with LM.C, a high capacity decorative memory card with the contents of LM.C studio database. The ring settled into place next to them nicely. Miya let that necklace hanging out in front of her hoodie’s LM.C logo so she could look down and see it now and again.
Then, with a conspiratorial smile, she tossed the box back to Maya.
He grinned back at her and pulled his half of the set out. He slid it onto his finger without hesitation, because he was a ring person. He smirked internally and rolled the lollipop over his tongue.
Aiji was wrong.
Nothing had changed. The ring hadn’t made anything different, because it didn’t need to. Maya didn’t need to ‘commit to it’ as Aiji said. He didn’t need to commit to an official relationship because he was already committed to her.