Initial D Oneshots on the go

Shingo and his work

Shingo's feet scraped against the asphalt as he walked his way back to his car after a long day, following into the night of practicing.

"Shingo. Want to grab a drink?" Takeshi asked him, as he walked back with him.

"Us? A drink? Nah someone might get the wrong idea." Shingo says before opening the door to the Red EG6. He hops in rolling down his window not yet finished with the conversation at hand.

"Well you know where my house is. You know in case you want to show your ugly smug look." Takeshi says before hearing Shingo's car take off down the mountain pass.

Takeshi only shook his head and made it back to the apartment he lived in for the time being. It wasn't too small. Just enough to fit him and maybe one other person if it came down to it.

Takeshi cracked open a beer, resting on the couch watching the tv play the same old stupid shows. Takeshi half expected to hear a knock by now but nothing. He kept looking at the clock and soon it became maybe 3 in the morning before he started to shut his eyes and sleep.

Unfortunately that was also the same time as a knock was laid into the door. Takeshi opened his eyes thinking he half imagined the sound until he heard it again and stood up walking over and opening it to see Shingo.

"It's fucking cold. Move." Shingo said, inviting himself in.

"Maybe you shouldn't have waited so long."

"Maybe you should shut up." He snapped and moved to the couch taking his shoes off and laying on it. His shirt slipped up so you could see his toned body underneath.

Takeshi rolled his eyes then walked over to watch the EG6 driver.

"You know Shingo. You're a real pain. Always. Hungry?" Takeshi may have disliked Shingo but he wanted company.

"Yeah of course I'm hungry." He said and pulled out his cigarettes and lit one standing up walking to the balcony so Takeshi's home wouldn't smell like smoke.

Takeshi nodded and reached to grab leftover pizza and began to make it.

The rest of the night was chill. Shingo ate most of Takeshi's food. Filling up his stomach. Takeshi wasn't much of a pest. He was able to chill and relax with Shingo. The boys went to sleep around 5:30 in the morning.

Takeshi taking his room and Shingo taking a blanket and the couch.

The night passed by quickly and the thing that woke Shingo up was a buzz on his phone. He pulled it out seeing it was lunch time, 12:30. Shingo lost it when he saw it was his shift hour. He stood up and rushed to grab his shoes trying to get them on. In the process he tripped on his blanket and bumped the coffee table and the empty beer bottles ended up falling over. Due to this Takeshi woke up and walked out wondering what was up. As he walked out he saw Shingo was out the door before he even asked him what was up.

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Shingo rushed into his shift. He worked as a waiter. He pulled his hair back into a ponytail and grabbed an apron and was able to clock in and was working within minutes.

"Yo Shingo table 5 need water!" Shingo heard as he quickly grabbed a few cups and began filling them. Shingo felt his pocket buzz many times and already knew it was Takeshi wondering where he was off too.

Takeshi glared at his phone wondering why he was cleaning up the many beers Shingo drank last night as well as the mess he made.

It wasn't until about 3:30 in the afternoon that Takeshi was able to finally get a response from Shingo saying he missed a shift but was now at work.

"Dumb ass!" Takeshi said and grabbed his keys on his way to Shingo's work. All he knew was he was a waiter for some restaurant, but that was about it.

Shingo whipped down tables after tables and then heard a familiar voice. He looked up, turned and saw Takeshi.

"Dude! What the hell! You made a mess!" Takeshi snapped.

"I didn't mean too! Man, I had a damn shift!" Shingo snapped harshly. "Even with a damn hangover I have to get money for gas!" He snapped.

Takeshi glared at him and rolled his eyes. He sat down and leaned back in a booth. Takeshi turned to Shingo and smirked.

"I'll have a black coffee..."