MomoJirou Stories (Not Oneshots)

Chapter 2 - Collab ft. Gay Panics

                    -Jirou's POV-
   Me and Yaomomo arrived at the restaurant and almost right as we walked in she was surrounded by fans. They were all asking for a picture or for her to sign something.
   "Relax!" She shouted, "let me and my friend have a nice lunch!" Surpisingly, the fans all stopped.
   "That was oddly simple," I said then I saw a rather short, purple haired guy walking over, "or not..."
   "Hi hot stuff," he said as he winked at Yaoyorozu, "I'm Mineta. We should head back to my place and have some fun." Yaoyorozu looked like she didn't know what to say so I stepped in.
   "How about you hit on someone your own size?" I said in a pissed off tone as I glared at him.
   "E-eek!" He squealed and ran off.
   "Thank you, Jirou," Yaoyorozu said, "how about we get seated?" I nodded.

   The food arrived a bit after we ordered while other people that ordered before us still hadn't gotten their food. I guess Yaoyorozu is treated like a goddess here.
   "Hey, Yaoyorozu?" I asked
   "Yes?" She responded
   "Can I call you Yaomomo?" I asked.
   "Sure," she said.
   "So what made you want to do music?" She asked.
   "My father used to be a music artist before his band broke up," I replied, "I decided I'd follow in his footsteps, minus the band part of course."
   "Interesting," she said, "would you like to do a collab one day?"
   "Of course!" I said.
   "When are you free?" She asked.
   "I'm free for awhile after tours," I said, "my fans understand that I need a break now and then."
   "You're lucky," she said, "my fans won't let me rest for a minute." We kept small talking until the check got here. I put my credit card down before Yaoyorozu could even blink. We walked out of the restaurant and to her house. Hell could I even call it a house? The place was huge.

   "Thanks for taking me to lunch, Jirou," she said, "it's nice to get out of the house with someone."
   "Thanks for coming to lunch with me!" I said as I smiled, "what are we doing for the collab?"
   "I was thinking I could do your makeup," she said as she opened the door and let us in, "if that's okay with you that is."
   "I'm okay with it," I said as I walked inside, "your house looks so nice, Yaomomo!"
   "Thanks!" She said as she smiled, "so are you ready for that collab?"
   "Yeah," I said.
   "Go wipe your makeup off while I set everything up," she said.
   "Okay," I went to the bathroom to wipe the makeup off my face. I still couldn't believe I was hanging out with the most popular makeup artist in Japan. Hell, I couldn't believe I was hanging out with my crush. I walked back out once I got all the makeup off and we began the video.

   "Jirou, hold still!" Yaomomo said as she tried to get the makeup on.
   "I'm sorry, Yaomomo!" I said as I laughed, "it tickles!"
   "Hold still!" She said as she smiled. She went to reach for something behind my head but she fell ontop of me. We layed there for a few seconds trying to process the situation. Our faces turned red once we both figured out what had happened. She shot up.
   "S-sorry Jirou!" She said nervously.
   "I-it's fine," I replied nervously. We continued the video quietly. I could tell she was embarrassed and I was just having a gay panic.

   "Aaaand done!" She said. She handed me a mirror and I looked into it.
   "It looks amazing, Yaomomo!" I said.
   "Thank you!" She said as she smiled and turned to the camera to speak, "that's all for today everyone! Jirou's channel link will be in the description and I highly suggest you check her out! See you next time!" We both waved at the camera and she turned it off.
   "Are we going to do a collab for your channel?" She asked.
   "If you want to, sure!" I responed.
   "Let's take a small break for now," she said as she plopped down on the couch.
   "Yeah," I said as I sat down next to her. We both ended up falling asleep, which wasn't suprising.

   I woke up on the couch with Yaomomo cuddling me. I didn't want to wake her up by shoving her off of me so I just layed there, enjoying the moment while it lasted. I couldn't remember the last time I was hugged or cuddled by someone so I really didn't want this moment to end. I felt warm tears roll down my face.