Toma felt a vague sense of uneasiness as the smiling Oguri Shun pressed their lips together once more. The feeling had pervaded all day, ever since the kiss scene started, and Toma felt more and more disturbed by the minute. It was almost as if...someone was watching him.

"Cut!"

The two boys untangled themselves and Maki gave a look of disapproval at Toma.

"Ikuta-san, you're supposed to look shocked, not suspicious," the director yelled.

Toma gave the director a sheepish smile and started to apologize...but his voice died mid-sentence when he spotted him.

It was a man dressed in a gray coat, gray tophat,and dark sunglasses. A bit of tan skin peeked through his cheeks, but a medical mask* covered his face from the nose down. Only the top half of his body was visible as he leaned through the door opening.

"Eh--"

The man, seeing that Toma had spotted him, fled from the scene, leaving a bewildered and disturbed actor staring in his wake.

"Ikuta-san?"

"...Who was that?" Toma asked shakily, pointing a trembling finger towards the vicinity of the spying stranger.

His question was met with blank stares.

"No one, Ikuta-san," the director said impatiently. "Let's have take 12."

Toma let a shiver of fear run through him, but did as he was told nonetheless.

***
Near the filming location, in a remote alley, stood two figures. One leaned nonchanlantly against the wall, munching on several onigiris while the other, which one could easily identify as our Toma's spying stranger, stood erect, holding a fallen tree branch in his hands.

"So? Did you see anything?" the first asked.

A vicious snarl and the branch cracked in half.

"I will have my revenge, Oguri Shun," growled the latter.

Silence. A look.

"What, bakanishi?"

"Pi...you look ridiculous."

"...Whatever, fatty."

***

Toma subconsciously leaned closer to MatsuJun when the same sensation of being watched shot through him.

"What's wrong?" the older boy asked.

Toma gave a nervous chuckle. "No..nothing. I'm just...hungry...I guess..."

Upon his reply, a number of chopsticks clammored for his bowl and dropped in a variety of food.

"Uh...thanks..." said a surprised Toma with a cute smile.

To be entirely honest, Toma was supposed to be at dinner with just Oguri Shun, because he wanted to be better friends with him, but then, Matsujun had showed up and took a seat, and then another sempai appeared, and another friend of Toma and Shun, and...well...before they knew it, the table was crammed with people.

Who all adored Toma, apparently.

But despite being showered with love, Toma couldn't escape his uneasiness.

Who is it and why is he spying?

***

At a table close to Toma's, but quite out of his view, sat a frowning Yamashita Tomohisa. His newly cut hair was covered with a messy blonde wig and a sparse, sharpie-made mustache colored his face.

"Do you see that, Jin? Do you see that?! They're using their own chopsticks to give food to Toma! They're obviously trying to get an indirect kiss! Argh!"

"Pi..."

"And that Matsujun has his arm around my Toma. My Toma."

"Piiii..."

"And Toma's smiling at Oguri Shun. Why?!"

"Pi."

"What...?"

"I don't want to keep staying under the table. Why can't I sit up there like you?!"

"Because you're not disguised, fatty."

***

"Haha...I didn't know fireworks could be so fun with just two people!" Toma gushed happily.

"Me neither," Shirota Yuu replied with an indulging, warm smile.

That said, he pulled Toma into a hug and whispered into his ear, "It must be because I'm with you. You make everything fun, Toma-chan~"

A giggle escaped Toma's lips as he pushed Yuu away.

"Awww...you're making me blush. Practicing for when you take your girlfriend?"

"Hmm...something like that."

An innocent smile donned Yuu's lips as he looked at a tree just several feet from where the two friends stood, playing with fireworks.

"Take that, Yamapi. That's what you get for stealing the last sushi!" he muttered.

"Eh? What was that, Yuu?"

"No...nothing."

Toma looked quizzically at the boy, but dropped the expression when once again, the unpleasant sensation returned.

"Yuu...do you feel like...there's someone watching us?"

" What?...Ehehe...nope...not at all. I think you're just being paranoid, Toma. Here, let's set off some more fireworks."

Toma nodded slowly, but took an uneasy look around. His anxiety multiplied.

***

"Shirota Yuu...and here I thought we were friends..." growled Yamapi behind his tree.

"Ahahahaha...I bet it's because you ate his last sushi."

"So?! That's no excuse to molest Toma!"

"Seriously, Pi, why don't you just go talk to Toma if you're so upset about everyone being nice to him."

"Bakanishi! This isn't just a matter of being nice to him! They're---they're--"

"Yamashita Tomohisa, just. talk. to. him. Maybe you guys can have make-up sex or something."

Silence.

"You know what?"

"What?"

"You're right, fatty. Good bye."

With that Yamapi took off to Toma's little abode.

"Stop calling me fatty!!! Horny bastard."

***

With shaking hands and wary look at about himself, Toma turned the key and opened the door to his apartment.

Slowly, he pushed the wooden plank, enlarged his eyes at the dark entrance...and screamed.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH---mmmppph!"

A large hand covered his lips and muffled his scream while another tugged him inside and slammed the door shut.

Tears welled in Toma's eyes as he awaited his tragic end.

The hands released him. The lights flickered on.

"...Tomo...hisa?"

Yamapi smiled sheepishly.

"Yeah, it's just me, Toma. No need to scream."

"Tomohisa!"

Toma's tears finally fell and more chased down his cheeks as he recalled all the worry and fright he'd felt over the weeks.

"Toma!"

Not expecting the reaction, Yamapi pulled his little lover into his arms and Toma buried his face into the inviting chest.

"Tomooo...I was so scared!

"I know...I'm sorry," whispered the younger as he hugged Toma even tighter. Then, he tilted Toma's head up and kissed away the salty tears.

***

"So the stalker was you...all along...?"

"Well...um...fatty--that is, Jin-- was there too."

=_=|||

Yamapi put on his best, innocent smile while sitting on the couch with an interrogating Toma in his lap.

"But you know, Toma-chan, I was scared too."

"Eh?"

Yamapi leaned his head right next to Toma's ear and whispered, "Because I was afraid those bastards might do somthing to you," before tracing the ear lobe with his tongue.

"Mnng...I don't know what you're talking about," Toma said with a blush on cheeks.

"You don't, do you? Well, let me show you. Oguri Shun, for one, did something like this."

Before Toma had a chance to escape, he was already caught in a searing kiss. Seconds later, Yamapi's tongue was tracing his lips, and he couldn't help but make a little moan. The tongue slipped in and...well...

***

"Toma, you're frantically chasing her down to steal her camera. Frantically."

"Yeah...I know...it's just..." Toma's voice died down to a whisper..."it's really hard to run today."

His words were lost to the director and the filming continued, but unbeknownst him, a smirking Shirota Yuu had caught his words.

***

Reading his textmail from Yuu behind his back, Jin broke into laughter.

"I guess he got his make-up sex after all."

"Jin, can you tell me what's funny about our practice?"

Upon hearing the voice, Jin frantically shoved his phone into his pockets and put on an innocent smile.

"Nothing, Kame-chan...I wasn't laughing at all..." >.>

"Oh...really?"

A mysterious smile tilted Kame's lips.

"But I distinctly heard you. And you know...bad boys who laugh during dance practice...will be punished."

Jin gulped. What did he do to deserve these friends?