The Book Of IDOLiSH7, TRIGGER, Re:Vale, and ZOOL Oneshots

MinaHaruTomaTora (Fluff)

(A/N): I'm sorry I haven't written in a while!!! >×<" I've been a really bad state of writer's block for a while now - if I'm being honestly, since around late July to early-to-mid August. Sigh. Anyways, I'm going to try my hand at another ŹOOĻ 'shot again. Requests will probably take a while, I apologize! >×<" (Also, ŹOOĻ has a  h u g e a s s  bed)

Toma yawned, blinking awake. He scrubbed the blurriness out of his eyes, and the clock on their nightstand told him it was almost eight am. He got off the bed and stretched, then turned around.

Minami was missing from the bed, that damn early-ass riser he was, which accounted for the wonderful scents drifting through the doorway. But Toma was more focused on the other two, though, nearly shouting in surprise and delight when he was them. He scrambled for his phone to take a picture.

Haru was curled up against Torao's chest, pouting slightly in his sleep. Torao's chin rested on Haru's head, one of his arms being Haru's pillow and the other thrown around him. Toma grinned to himself as he took all the pictures he could take.

After a few minutes in the bathroom to brush his teeth and try and tame his damnably untame-able bedhead, Toma padded into the kitchen and found Minami expertly flipping pancakes. He had clipped his hair back - though Minami's bedhead was as cute as ever - with a few colourful clips, humming to himself.

"Hey, Mina," He said, kissing the composer's cheek, "Morning."

Minami chuckled. "Good morning, Inumaru-san," He said, returning the favour and just barely standing on his toes to do it. "I assume that Isumi-san and Mido-san aren't up yet?"

"Who said I'm not up?"

Toma turned to see Haru sleepily stumbling out of the bedroom, his hair messy and an adorably cute and sleepy look on his face. Minami laughed.

"I did, Isumi-san," He said, smiling as he flipped the last of the pancakes onto a plate. He put the plate down and held his arms out with a gentle look on his face - Toma watched as Haru stumbled into them, burying his head in Minami's shoulder. Minami smiled down at him, taking a moment to close his eyes and lean his head on Haru's.

A lot of people knew that Haru was very touchy-feely - however, almost no one knew that Minami was the same way. It made moments like these make Toma's heart stop and his breath catch.

Minami opened his eyes again, seeming relaxed and calmer than a moment ago. He whispered something to Haru, to which Toma heard a muttered response of "Stupid Toma can do whatever he wants".

"What do you mean I can do whatever I want?!" Toma retorted, no bite in his tone. Haru lifted his head just long enough to glare at him, his hair even more mussed up from where Minami was.

"Now, now, Isumi-san, Inumaru-san," Minami scolded softly, "You both just woke up, so I'm sure you're hungry. Why don't we eat now?"

Haru perked up when he saw the pancakes. "Pancakes?" He said hopefully, disentangling himself from Minami's arms to look at the pancakes.

"Yes, Isumi-san," Minami said. Haru opened his mouth. "No, you can't put cookies on them."

"Or candy, either," Toma added, pushing himself off the counter he was leaning on to grab himself a pancake before Haru took them all. Minami laughed.

"Take as many as you want," He said, "I can still make more."

"Shanks Minashi," Haru said, his words muffled by the pancake currently in his mouth. Toma resisted the urge to laugh at him.

"I smell breakfast," Torao declared, emerging from the bathroom, practically glowing with facial care products. Toma caught Haru rolling his eyes.

"How nice of you to join us, Mido-san," Minami commented, not bothering to turn around, "Care for breakfast?"

"Morning, Tora," Toma said, piling the pancakes he wanted on a plate and sitting down across from Haru, who was drowning his pancakes in maple syrup, powdered sugar, and butter.

As soon as Toma sat down Torao draped himself all over him like a feline. "Tora, stop it, I can't eat like this," Toma complained, trying in vain to push Torao off of him.

"No," Torao said stubbornly, "Not until you feed me."

"I'm not feeding you by the hand, Tora!" Toma said, trying and failing to get Torao off him. He gave up.

"Here, Mido-san," Minami said, leaving his place in front of the stove to walk towards them.

"What?" Torao said, confused. Minami didn't even blink as he took the opportunity to place something in Torao's mouth.

Toma heard Torao chewing. "It's...      surprisingly good," He said, sounding surprised.

"Of course it is, Mido-san," Minami said, "I made it, after all."

"I want some too!" Haru said loudly, looking hopefully at Minami. Minami smiled at him, handing a piece of whatever he had in his hand over to Haru, who looked at curiously and ate it.

Toma was starting to get curious about this Minami-made food. Oddly enough his mind conjured an image of Minami in the kitchen, cooking and wearing an apron with his hair tied back. Then he thought of Haru dead asleep on the couch, hair fanned around his face and being so damn cute. And then Torao, smirking in a suit with his hair properly styled.

Damn, wasn't he whipped.

"Inumaru-san, that's a very complicated expression you're wearing right now," Minami said, pressing a few slender, pale fingers to his brow. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah, stupid Toma," Haru said, leaning forwards on his elbows, "It'll be inconvient if you just go off and collapse on us."

"What he said," Torao said. Toma laughed and shook his head.

"I'm all right, yeah," He said, "Just thinking of you guys." He turned to Minami. "Anyways, Mina, can I try one of those things."

"Be my guest, Inumaru-san," Minami said, an odd smile on his face. Toma took the offering as Haru muttered "Stupid Toma" as he ducked his head shyly. Torao was looking him weirdly as well, seemingly speechless for once.

Upon close inspection the Minami-made food was a piece of chocolate. Toma stared at it curiously, then put it in his mouth. Immediately flavour exploded in his mouth.

"That's...     really good, Mina," He said, swallowing. "What's in it?"

"Oh, not much," Minami said, "I mixed dark chocolate and milk chocolate, and I think there's alcohol-"

They all stared at him in horror.