XOXO (idolish7 oneshots)

Ioriku Oneshots II

Two short ioriku oneshots.

Broken Heater

The heater is broken and Riku isn't warm enough...

"Ah, Iori, I think the heater's broken," Riku says as Iori enters the living room.

"Is it? That's strange, it's never been broken before," Iori points out. He spots Riku sitting at the very end of the couch, wrapped in a blanket. "Isn't that blanket keeping you warm enough?"

"No, of course not! And it's way too cold to get another one," Riku says through a shiver.

Iori watches him, as if waiting for his time to shine. Riku lets out a series of light coughs, rubbing his hands together.

"I guess I have no choice," Iori sighs. He approaches Riku, sitting beside him and pulling the blanket over the two of them. "Come here, Nanase-san."

Riku presses his body closer to Iori's, who pulls Riku into his warm embrace.

"Thanks, Iori," he says, his voice sending a tingle down Iori's spine. "You're so warm."

"Well, it's the least I can do, I can't have our center being sick after all," he says, rather standoffish. Although he'd never admit that he was enjoying Riku's presence, maybe even a little more than he should've been. But it doesn't last much longer when Mitsuki walks in.

"Iori, when are you going to turn the heater back on?" Mitsuki asks, looking between the two before backtracking. "Oh... never mind."

Fanservice

Ioriku perform some mild fanservice.

"On live television!?" Iori exclaims, nearly snapping a pen in half.

"Yes..." Tsumugi said, slightly concerned for Iori's wellbeing. "It's just mild fanservice."

"This 'mild fanservice' will surely damage our image and ruin Idolish7's reputation amongst the fans," he says, all formalities and business, nothing like a high schooler.

"Not exactly," Banri says, pulling up statistics from the computer sitting on the round table. "The fans are big on the units. Fly Away! has surpassed even Mezzo. If anything, you'll get even more popular."

Iori doesn't rebuttal. Facts don't lie.

"Iori, it's just a kiss!" Riku says, slinging an arm across his shoulder. "What've you got to lose?"

My dignity...

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The last time Iori was this nervous before a concert was after performing at Music Festa. But this was an entirely different ballpark, and he had no choice but to play the game.

It's just a kiss...

Riku does the typical introductions, introducing the idols, and Iori can feel his heart pound over the screams of the audience.

The concert starts, everyone in full bloom. In their positions, voices are at bay, and the song finally starts.

Iori won't mess up. Last time he'd been this worried about Riku, he'd missed his own cue, caught up in his thoughts and concerns. Today was different, it had to be. 

The concert flew by quicker than expected. By the time it ends, the seven are on the brim of collapse but their smiles are big and their eyes shine with joy. 

Riku speaks, his voice wavers with exhaustion, but he keeps on talking into his mic, to the fans. He'd always been skilled at hiding his fatigue, his hair is still styled and his face bright as if he could still go on. And knowing him, he probably could.

"Actually, everyone, we have one final surprise before we end today," he says. The fans scream, turning to each other in pure thrill. "Do you want to hear it?"

The fans scream, incoherent voices and yells that so obviously mean yes.

Now it's Iori's turn. He clutches his microphone, palms warm and face even warmer.

"By popular demand, Nanase-san and I will..." he starts, the audience grows quiet, waving blue light sticks, and a scatter of red. "Well, you'll see."

Riku's smile doesn't vanish, it's the same idol-like smile that the fans love, that everyone loves. It was impossible not to fall for it, Iori himself had even fallen victim to it.

It's just a...

They kiss. It's a simple peck on the cheek, and it's hardly a second before Riku pulls away. Iori didn't assume it would be just that, so simple.

Riku says something to the fans, amidst all their shouts of excitement. Iori doesn't hear it, he's too focused on the spot where he'd been kissed. Maybe he really was overreacting after all, it was just a kiss... hardly, barely.

He looks to Riku, who's still saying his goodbyes, waving. His composure after such a scene is like that of a professional. Of course. It had to be. Iori was the only one blowing this way out of proportion. Idols do things like this all the time. It was no big deal.

When Riku turns around, meeting Iori's eyes, his face is flushed with pink, and he looks away quickly.

No big deal...

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a/n: 

i wrote this at 3 pm instead of 3 AM im proud of myself 

it was abt time i wrote more ioriku oneshots, and there'll b more to come ! ... hopefully 🤞