A ShiroAi fic for forbiden_past
OMG!! I wrote ShiroAi again! Wheee~! I SOOOOOOOO missed writing them!
Well… How long has it been since the last time I wrote ShiroAi? I hope I’m still capable of characterizing them >.<
Title: January 7
author: a1y_puff
Pairing: Shirota Yuu x Aiba hiroki
Fandom: The Musical Prince of Tennis
Genre: Drama?
Rating: PG-13 I guess…
Summary: their vague relationship started on January 7, with nothing but a kiss. Still, Shirota was unsure if he had any romantic relationship with Aiba at all…
Warning: Lack of dialogs.
Disclaimer: I do not own these adorably dorky boys, sadly…
A/N: Out of season, I know. But I just feel like writing something with the winter setting, so just bear with me? :D
Neeway, this is a belated b’day gift for forbiden_past. Happy birthday, dear! Thanks for always reading my fics all along! I hope you’ll like your gift ne? :D
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~January 7~
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//01. First Kiss//
It started with a kiss.
They were just fooling around after practice; playing tag in the Seigaku dressing room even after the last person but the two of them was gone, when their faces just suddenly got a little too close.
Then, just like that, their lips met.
The kiss lasted for a few seconds, before the taller boy drew away and announced that today was such a tiring day and he would get a looot of sleep once he got home, followed by the younger actor stating that he would need a looot of food instead.
Then, just like that, they left.
Just for the record, it was January 7.
~*~
//02. Acceptance//
Nothing much had changed since their first kiss. They behaved just as normally as any other day. None of them mentioned about the kiss; they didn’t even become awkward around each other.
Shirota started to think that he might’ve dreamt about the kiss.
So, he decided to test it out. One night, he invited Aiba to eat an eat-all-you-can Yakiniku, and the smaller boy gleefully accepted. They spent a good time in the yakinku restaurant; talking about the musical, making fun of each other and such. Then, after their stomachs refused to take anymore food, both of them walked home together.
The winter night was cold, but the whiteness of the snow-covered surroundings gave a nice feel of tranquility. After running out of topics to talk about, they simply walked in silence, enjoying the sounds of their feet kissing the snowy ground with each step.
Then, on a corner, the taller boy grabbed his companion’s wrist, and pushed him against the wall. Gently, he let his lips met with those of Aiba’s. Unlike the first one, this kiss last longer as the half-Spanish boy savored the feel of the lithe boy’s lips and mouth which felt warm despite the cold winter night.
Aiba didn’t resist.
~*~
//03. Separation//
Time flew fast for both of them. It was before long the second cast had to graduate, and their last concert of Dream Live 3rd was filled with tears. It was time for Shirota and the others to leave, yet Aiba would stay behind and lead the next cast.
Everyone knew that Aiba hardly cried, but that day, they could see tears were welling up on those beautiful eyes. That time, on the stage, Shirota really hoped he could somehow comfort the younger actor.
The time they got to embrace each other was somehow agonizing. In his arms, Shirota could feel Aiba’s body was shaking from his attempt to control his emotion. Shirota held him tight, and he could feel Aiba was like clinging on him like his liwe depneded on it, and didn’t want to let go.
How Shirota wished he could say the words he longed to say; ‘I love you’.
But he couldn’t.
~*~
//04. Bittersweet//
They could barely meet after the graduation. Both of them were quite busy actors and their jobs managed to eat a lot of their time. At first, Shirota could spare his time to visit Aiba at least once every two weeks, but as time went by, even phone calls had become a rare occasion.
They were slowly drifting apart.
At this point, he started to wonder if Aiba missed him; about the relationship he had with the pretty boy… or if they actually had any relationship at all.
After all, Aiba never said ‘I like you’ or such to him. Not that he had confessed to the younger boy, though. At time like this, Shirota wished he had said the words, at least once.
His train of thoughts were disrupted by his cellphone ringing out loud, and from the ringtone, he knew it was from Aiba and so he hurriedly hit the answer button, and the voice he had been missing so badly came to his ears.
Minutes after the shor phone call, Aiba was standing on his doorstep. As he took off his shoes, Aiba half-heartedly complained about Kujirai’s comment that ever since being a leader, Aiba had become rowdy and dorky like how Shirota was. Shirota just smiled at that.
After closing the door, Shirota followed the younger boy who was now rummaging through his fridge, looking for some chocolates. Finding what he wanted, he then settled himself on the couch and started wolfing down the chocolate bar.
Shirota brought two cups of hot coffee and put them on the table, receiving a grin of thanks from the smaller boy. Then, the Tezuka’s ex-actor sat down beside the his former co-star, and turned on the TV.
Nothing good showed on TV at this time of night. Or maybe, Shirota just couldn’t pay any attention to the device at all since Aiba was there, right by his side. So, he reached out a hand to cup Aiba’s cheek and brought their lips together.
Aiba kissed him back.
Now, Shirota thought that maybe, Aiba also missed him just like he missed the younger boy. Somehow, Shirota felt like Aiba loved him back; he just… did.
The kiss tasted like dark chocolate; sweet, melting… with tads of bitterness in it.
~*~
//05. Unspoken//
Seasons changed as time went by. Shirota wondered if Aiba’s feeling had changed as winter had come once again. Or maybe, just like Aiba had said to him earlier, he was making no sense.
It started with a small argument when Shirota mentioned the younger actor had become pretty close with his co-star; Irei Kanata.
Aiba said they were just friends, but letting his bad mood from work got the better of him, Shirota said things he shouldn’t have. The look on Aiba’s face was enough to make him regretted what he had said, but what was done couldn’t be undone.
After glaring on the taller boy white pain-filled eyes, Aiba recited the words in a low tone of voice, which strucked some sense back to Shirota’s head, and left with a bang on the door.
Seconds after, Shirota was still standing there, staring at the unnerving door. Then, he slowly walked to the door, one step at a time as if his mind was blank, and then he touched the handle, wanting to chase after Aiba.
But the words Aiba threw at him eaarlier stopped him on his track. He slowly drew back his hand from the handle, and took a step backwrds. Gazing at his shoes, Shirota silently blamed himself for hurting Aiba. Not only from accusing him of having an affair with his co-actor, but also from not giving himself the right to be jealous.
Aiba’s words kept playing on his head again and again like a broken record.
‘Who are you to accuse me like that?’
~*~
//06. Anniversary//
It had been weeks since Aiba cut off all contacts with Shirota; he wouldn’t pick up any of his desperate calls. He even missed Shirota’s birthday. Shirota himself was busy that he couldn’t make the time to directly confront Aiba by coming straight to his rehearsal, for one.
The guilt and longing for the younger boy had finally gotten the better of him, though, so that night, after a photoshoot, he went straight to the venue where Aiba had his rehearsal in, and arrived just in time the rehearsal was finished.
Seeing the familiar tall figure outside the building was quite surprising for Aiba, it seemed, since Shirota could see the former’s eyes widened as soon as he saw him. Nodding politely to the other actors existing together with Aiba, Shirota then stepped closer ot the smaller boy and said that they needed to talk.
Not wanting to start a commotion in public, Aiba reluctantly agreed.
The walk to Shirota’s apartment was painfully quiet; none of them started a conversation as they were too busy drowning in their own thoughts. The twenty minutes walk felt like a decade to them.
As soon as they stepped into Shirota’s apartment and closed the door, Aiba folded his arms and leaned againts the wall as he sulkily asked what was it Shirota wanted to talk about.
‘Sorry’ was the first word that flowed out of the older boy’s full lips as he stared at the floor; not daring enough to look into Aiba’s eyes.
Aiba waved the apology, saying that he no longer thought about it; that he had forgotten about everything. Then, after asking if Shirota had no more to talk about, he excused himself and was about to open the door when Shirota suddenly held his wrist and pushed his back against the door.
Shirota didn’t kiss him.
Instead, the taller boy lowered his head until it rested on Aiba’s shoulder, while pleas of ‘don’t go’ and ‘I’m sorry’ repeatedly flowing out of his lips.
It took a full minute before Aiba finally responded by patting Shirota’s head twice and asked the odler boy to lift his head. Shirota did so. For a momet, both of them were silent as Shirota was waiting for Aiba to say something, while the younger boy threw his gaze sideways, not knowing what to say.
Then, Shirota said it.
He said it once, and when the younger boy could only blink at him, he said it again and again until that pretty face turned red from the awkwardness he felt. Still, the older boy didn’t stop until finally Aiba couldn’t take it anymore and shoved his hand to cover Shirota’s mouth.
‘I love you too, so shut up already!’
Looking at the embarassed face of the Fuji’s actor, a smile formed on Shirota’s lips, and it grew wider into a big grin that seemed to irritate the youger boy since Aiba told him to stop grinning like an idiot.
Shirota complied though, as he enclosed the distance between them and claimed those soft lips. It wasn’t long before Aiba relented and kissed him back.
As far as Shirota could remember, this kiss was the longest one they shared. It was also the most tender and loving kiss he ever shared with Aiba.
Perhaps, that was because they kissed after finally saying ‘I love you’ to each other.
As they made their way to the sofa, Shirota glanced at the standing calendar on his coffee table and smiled. he wondered if he could see today as their anniversary.
The calendar showed today was January 7.
~NeverEnding~
A/N: I screwed up in ending lines T_T
Anyway, forbiden_past gave me the lyric of “Anniversary” by Kinki Kids as a prompt, but apparently, I strayed from the lyrics >.> But this fic still inspired by the lyric, okay :D
Here's the lyrics:
Anniversary
Out of as many people as there are stars,
I met you by chance and fell in love.
Even if I'm taught that love is painful,
I chose you without any doubts or hesitation
In this sky, countless stars
are born and then without anyone knowing, disappear
"I love you" If I could have said those few words
simply, I'd have felt so comfortable
I don't want to make you cry a second time
We thought today was just like any other, but it's our anniversary
It's kind of strange, I don't know why
you love me; I guess you just do
Our hobbies and mannerisms are different
but my friends are saying "recently you two are so alike"
That day when I lied and made you cry
I just kept silent, unable to do anything
Just with you here, the regular days
are coloured vividly, and filled with love
I don't ever want to forget just this feeling
We thought today was just like any other, but it's our anniversary
"I love you" If I could have said those few words
simply, I'd have felt so comfortable
I don't want to make you cry a second time
We thought today was just like any other, but it's our anniversary
p.s: My monitor is still DEAD. I wrote this during my sleepover in a friend’s house while she was sleeping and just finished this morning. So yeah… kinda in a hurry since it was like “now or never” XD;;
Comments would be greatly appreciated, thank you :D
Well… How long has it been since the last time I wrote ShiroAi? I hope I’m still capable of characterizing them >.<
Title: January 7
author: a1y_puff
Pairing: Shirota Yuu x Aiba hiroki
Fandom: The Musical Prince of Tennis
Genre: Drama?
Rating: PG-13 I guess…
Summary: their vague relationship started on January 7, with nothing but a kiss. Still, Shirota was unsure if he had any romantic relationship with Aiba at all…
Warning: Lack of dialogs.
Disclaimer: I do not own these adorably dorky boys, sadly…
A/N: Out of season, I know. But I just feel like writing something with the winter setting, so just bear with me? :D
Neeway, this is a belated b’day gift for forbiden_past. Happy birthday, dear! Thanks for always reading my fics all along! I hope you’ll like your gift ne? :D
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~January 7~
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//01. First Kiss//
It started with a kiss.
They were just fooling around after practice; playing tag in the Seigaku dressing room even after the last person but the two of them was gone, when their faces just suddenly got a little too close.
Then, just like that, their lips met.
The kiss lasted for a few seconds, before the taller boy drew away and announced that today was such a tiring day and he would get a looot of sleep once he got home, followed by the younger actor stating that he would need a looot of food instead.
Then, just like that, they left.
Just for the record, it was January 7.
~*~
//02. Acceptance//
Nothing much had changed since their first kiss. They behaved just as normally as any other day. None of them mentioned about the kiss; they didn’t even become awkward around each other.
Shirota started to think that he might’ve dreamt about the kiss.
So, he decided to test it out. One night, he invited Aiba to eat an eat-all-you-can Yakiniku, and the smaller boy gleefully accepted. They spent a good time in the yakinku restaurant; talking about the musical, making fun of each other and such. Then, after their stomachs refused to take anymore food, both of them walked home together.
The winter night was cold, but the whiteness of the snow-covered surroundings gave a nice feel of tranquility. After running out of topics to talk about, they simply walked in silence, enjoying the sounds of their feet kissing the snowy ground with each step.
Then, on a corner, the taller boy grabbed his companion’s wrist, and pushed him against the wall. Gently, he let his lips met with those of Aiba’s. Unlike the first one, this kiss last longer as the half-Spanish boy savored the feel of the lithe boy’s lips and mouth which felt warm despite the cold winter night.
Aiba didn’t resist.
~*~
//03. Separation//
Time flew fast for both of them. It was before long the second cast had to graduate, and their last concert of Dream Live 3rd was filled with tears. It was time for Shirota and the others to leave, yet Aiba would stay behind and lead the next cast.
Everyone knew that Aiba hardly cried, but that day, they could see tears were welling up on those beautiful eyes. That time, on the stage, Shirota really hoped he could somehow comfort the younger actor.
The time they got to embrace each other was somehow agonizing. In his arms, Shirota could feel Aiba’s body was shaking from his attempt to control his emotion. Shirota held him tight, and he could feel Aiba was like clinging on him like his liwe depneded on it, and didn’t want to let go.
How Shirota wished he could say the words he longed to say; ‘I love you’.
But he couldn’t.
~*~
//04. Bittersweet//
They could barely meet after the graduation. Both of them were quite busy actors and their jobs managed to eat a lot of their time. At first, Shirota could spare his time to visit Aiba at least once every two weeks, but as time went by, even phone calls had become a rare occasion.
They were slowly drifting apart.
At this point, he started to wonder if Aiba missed him; about the relationship he had with the pretty boy… or if they actually had any relationship at all.
After all, Aiba never said ‘I like you’ or such to him. Not that he had confessed to the younger boy, though. At time like this, Shirota wished he had said the words, at least once.
His train of thoughts were disrupted by his cellphone ringing out loud, and from the ringtone, he knew it was from Aiba and so he hurriedly hit the answer button, and the voice he had been missing so badly came to his ears.
Minutes after the shor phone call, Aiba was standing on his doorstep. As he took off his shoes, Aiba half-heartedly complained about Kujirai’s comment that ever since being a leader, Aiba had become rowdy and dorky like how Shirota was. Shirota just smiled at that.
After closing the door, Shirota followed the younger boy who was now rummaging through his fridge, looking for some chocolates. Finding what he wanted, he then settled himself on the couch and started wolfing down the chocolate bar.
Shirota brought two cups of hot coffee and put them on the table, receiving a grin of thanks from the smaller boy. Then, the Tezuka’s ex-actor sat down beside the his former co-star, and turned on the TV.
Nothing good showed on TV at this time of night. Or maybe, Shirota just couldn’t pay any attention to the device at all since Aiba was there, right by his side. So, he reached out a hand to cup Aiba’s cheek and brought their lips together.
Aiba kissed him back.
Now, Shirota thought that maybe, Aiba also missed him just like he missed the younger boy. Somehow, Shirota felt like Aiba loved him back; he just… did.
The kiss tasted like dark chocolate; sweet, melting… with tads of bitterness in it.
~*~
//05. Unspoken//
Seasons changed as time went by. Shirota wondered if Aiba’s feeling had changed as winter had come once again. Or maybe, just like Aiba had said to him earlier, he was making no sense.
It started with a small argument when Shirota mentioned the younger actor had become pretty close with his co-star; Irei Kanata.
Aiba said they were just friends, but letting his bad mood from work got the better of him, Shirota said things he shouldn’t have. The look on Aiba’s face was enough to make him regretted what he had said, but what was done couldn’t be undone.
After glaring on the taller boy white pain-filled eyes, Aiba recited the words in a low tone of voice, which strucked some sense back to Shirota’s head, and left with a bang on the door.
Seconds after, Shirota was still standing there, staring at the unnerving door. Then, he slowly walked to the door, one step at a time as if his mind was blank, and then he touched the handle, wanting to chase after Aiba.
But the words Aiba threw at him eaarlier stopped him on his track. He slowly drew back his hand from the handle, and took a step backwrds. Gazing at his shoes, Shirota silently blamed himself for hurting Aiba. Not only from accusing him of having an affair with his co-actor, but also from not giving himself the right to be jealous.
Aiba’s words kept playing on his head again and again like a broken record.
‘Who are you to accuse me like that?’
~*~
//06. Anniversary//
It had been weeks since Aiba cut off all contacts with Shirota; he wouldn’t pick up any of his desperate calls. He even missed Shirota’s birthday. Shirota himself was busy that he couldn’t make the time to directly confront Aiba by coming straight to his rehearsal, for one.
The guilt and longing for the younger boy had finally gotten the better of him, though, so that night, after a photoshoot, he went straight to the venue where Aiba had his rehearsal in, and arrived just in time the rehearsal was finished.
Seeing the familiar tall figure outside the building was quite surprising for Aiba, it seemed, since Shirota could see the former’s eyes widened as soon as he saw him. Nodding politely to the other actors existing together with Aiba, Shirota then stepped closer ot the smaller boy and said that they needed to talk.
Not wanting to start a commotion in public, Aiba reluctantly agreed.
The walk to Shirota’s apartment was painfully quiet; none of them started a conversation as they were too busy drowning in their own thoughts. The twenty minutes walk felt like a decade to them.
As soon as they stepped into Shirota’s apartment and closed the door, Aiba folded his arms and leaned againts the wall as he sulkily asked what was it Shirota wanted to talk about.
‘Sorry’ was the first word that flowed out of the older boy’s full lips as he stared at the floor; not daring enough to look into Aiba’s eyes.
Aiba waved the apology, saying that he no longer thought about it; that he had forgotten about everything. Then, after asking if Shirota had no more to talk about, he excused himself and was about to open the door when Shirota suddenly held his wrist and pushed his back against the door.
Shirota didn’t kiss him.
Instead, the taller boy lowered his head until it rested on Aiba’s shoulder, while pleas of ‘don’t go’ and ‘I’m sorry’ repeatedly flowing out of his lips.
It took a full minute before Aiba finally responded by patting Shirota’s head twice and asked the odler boy to lift his head. Shirota did so. For a momet, both of them were silent as Shirota was waiting for Aiba to say something, while the younger boy threw his gaze sideways, not knowing what to say.
Then, Shirota said it.
He said it once, and when the younger boy could only blink at him, he said it again and again until that pretty face turned red from the awkwardness he felt. Still, the older boy didn’t stop until finally Aiba couldn’t take it anymore and shoved his hand to cover Shirota’s mouth.
‘I love you too, so shut up already!’
Looking at the embarassed face of the Fuji’s actor, a smile formed on Shirota’s lips, and it grew wider into a big grin that seemed to irritate the youger boy since Aiba told him to stop grinning like an idiot.
Shirota complied though, as he enclosed the distance between them and claimed those soft lips. It wasn’t long before Aiba relented and kissed him back.
As far as Shirota could remember, this kiss was the longest one they shared. It was also the most tender and loving kiss he ever shared with Aiba.
Perhaps, that was because they kissed after finally saying ‘I love you’ to each other.
As they made their way to the sofa, Shirota glanced at the standing calendar on his coffee table and smiled. he wondered if he could see today as their anniversary.
The calendar showed today was January 7.
~NeverEnding~
A/N: I screwed up in ending lines T_T
Anyway, forbiden_past gave me the lyric of “Anniversary” by Kinki Kids as a prompt, but apparently, I strayed from the lyrics >.> But this fic still inspired by the lyric, okay :D
Here's the lyrics:
Anniversary
Out of as many people as there are stars,
I met you by chance and fell in love.
Even if I'm taught that love is painful,
I chose you without any doubts or hesitation
In this sky, countless stars
are born and then without anyone knowing, disappear
"I love you" If I could have said those few words
simply, I'd have felt so comfortable
I don't want to make you cry a second time
We thought today was just like any other, but it's our anniversary
It's kind of strange, I don't know why
you love me; I guess you just do
Our hobbies and mannerisms are different
but my friends are saying "recently you two are so alike"
That day when I lied and made you cry
I just kept silent, unable to do anything
Just with you here, the regular days
are coloured vividly, and filled with love
I don't ever want to forget just this feeling
We thought today was just like any other, but it's our anniversary
"I love you" If I could have said those few words
simply, I'd have felt so comfortable
I don't want to make you cry a second time
We thought today was just like any other, but it's our anniversary
p.s: My monitor is still DEAD. I wrote this during my sleepover in a friend’s house while she was sleeping and just finished this morning. So yeah… kinda in a hurry since it was like “now or never” XD;;
Comments would be greatly appreciated, thank you :D