Ryo thinks that, somehow, the only person who doesn't know Ryo and Joshima are dating is Joshima himself. Not that Joshima doesn't know they're dating--Ryo doesn't think the old man is quite that senile--just that he doesn't know everyone else knows. If Ryo is honest with himself, it's kind of endearing.
Music Station Super Live is always chaos, but Kanjani8 and Arashi's dressing rooms are next door to one another, so between that and the noisy as fuck video game tournament going on on the tv between Yoko, Junno and Nino, Ryo thinks he's probably going to go deaf. He escapes toward where the senpai are cloistered, past the whispering members of V6 and SMAP's tightly closed door (he hears a thump and a wheeze, and walks a little faster) before he stops before the open doors of TOKIO's room.
Mabo's nowhere to be seen, probably off canoodling with his kouhai, Gussan is asleep on the floor, and Taichi looks intently focused on his cell phone. Joshima is on the couch, legs crossed under his guitar, and Nagase is next to him, talking loudly about absolutely fucking nothing, as usual, before he looks up and sees Ryo. "Nishiyan," Nagase calls, grinning, but Ryo's busy staring at the way Joshima bites at his lip before smiling more sedately up at Ryo, like they're senpai and kouhai.
"Nishikido-kun," he greets.
"Yo," Ryo says, and swaggers inside, hands in his pockets, "you guys got room for one more on that couch?" If Joshima's eyes widen in panic, Ryo ignores it.
Nagase snorts, and then shifts over so he's in the middle, patting the outside. "Sure," Nagase says, "and there's even extra space on my lap!"
"Fuck you," Ryo says, before he can help himself, "move over, I'm, uh, I'm here for the guitar."
It's a flimsy excuse, but it all seems to click for Nagase as he glances between them, and he shuffles back so Ryo can wiggle in between Nagase's hip and Joshima's knee. He's not sure where to put his hands, so he settles them on his thighs, and ignores his thumping heart because seriously is he like fifteen here? Joshima glances at him, eyes doelike under his bangs, and Ryo smiles a little. Things stop for a minute, and then Nagase's hand settles hard on top of his head, breaking the moment.
"Ow," Ryo snaps, between clenched teeth, and turns his head to scowl at Nagase's shit-eating grin. "Can you not mess up my hair before I go on stage?" Nagase shuffles his hands back and forth, and Ryo shoves at his arm uselessly. "Goddammit," he groans, and leans away until his shoulder is in contact with Joshima's. It seems to shock Joshima, and he freezes up, looking over.
"Tomoya," Joshima scolds, "go bother someone else!"
"They're having a rock band tournament in our dressing room," Ryo says, after a minute, and Nagase is off the couch so fast Ryo's surprised he doesn't leave a goddamn afterimage. He sighs, and thinks he should pull away, sitting up, before Joshima's fingers begin to comb his hair back into carefully mussed place, and he holds his breath until Joshima's fingers curl lightly against his cheek to settles into Joshima's shoulder. Taichi's not looking, anyway.