Random Akira/Hikaru Drabble
Because pinkxpiano was depressed and wanted an AkiHika, so I wrote this even though I've NEVER written for this pairing, or even fandom before. But since she asked for it >.>;;;
Anyway, Yummi Hotta and Takeshi Obata own this. I own the lameness. Oh, and the prompt for this is heart. >.>;
UNTITLED
Hikaru’s heart tends to beat faster whenever Akira is around. For example, when they are having their practice match. Yes, go isn’t the kind of sport that needs a lot of physical effort, but it is enough to trigger the adrenaline rush, especially when the match is more than halfway, and Hikaru has to be careful about his strategy and territory.
However that match would end-whether he wins or loses, his heart would have to be prepared for the upcoming shouting match. To the outsider, they might seem childish, being far from the kids they were once when they first met, and yet this particular routine has never changed.
The shouting match, as is its name, requires Hikaru to speak loudly, and for his brain to always be ready to at least prepare a smart comeback, or Akira would look down on him and sigh as if Hikaru is not even worth his time. Hikaru refuses to be thought that. Of course he is worth any amount of time Akira can spare for him.
Usually, all the shouting will leave Hikaru with heaving chest and pounding heart from the remaining adrenalines from the match. But it always ends with a promise of next time, and Akira would smile-or more like a challenging smirk-at him, and that alone worth his abused vocal cords.
After that, if neither of them has anything to attend to, then they would walk together for a few blocks until they have to separate at an intersection. Today is one of those days, and along the way, Hikaru still bickers with Akira, today it’s about the type of soda he insists Akira to try-hey, rootbeer is a perfectly delicious drink, Akira needs to loosen up, geez. So they stop at the first vending machine they come across and Hikaru gets his rootbeer.
And because Akira still refuses to have it, Hikaru pulls him close when they turn the corner and presses their moths together, letting Akira drink the soda straight from his mouth.
He doesn’t expect for Akira to push him flat to the wall and proceeds to take-not only the rootbeer into his mouth, but also Hikaru’s breath away.
It leaves him panting, and he definitely doesn’t like the way Akira look so smug after he’s done. But before he can say anything, Akira takes the rootbeer can from his hand and takes a few sips, frowns, then returns it to Hikaru, before excusing himself and walks in the other direction.
Hikaru is left staring at the retreating back, blinking, and it is then that he realizes how warm his face is and how hard his heart beats. Then again, as he puts a hand over his pounding heart, Hikaru realizes that-he rather likes the way his heart beats so fast for Akira.
.end.
... >.>
<.<
*hides*
Anyway, Yummi Hotta and Takeshi Obata own this. I own the lameness. Oh, and the prompt for this is heart. >.>;
UNTITLED
Hikaru’s heart tends to beat faster whenever Akira is around. For example, when they are having their practice match. Yes, go isn’t the kind of sport that needs a lot of physical effort, but it is enough to trigger the adrenaline rush, especially when the match is more than halfway, and Hikaru has to be careful about his strategy and territory.
However that match would end-whether he wins or loses, his heart would have to be prepared for the upcoming shouting match. To the outsider, they might seem childish, being far from the kids they were once when they first met, and yet this particular routine has never changed.
The shouting match, as is its name, requires Hikaru to speak loudly, and for his brain to always be ready to at least prepare a smart comeback, or Akira would look down on him and sigh as if Hikaru is not even worth his time. Hikaru refuses to be thought that. Of course he is worth any amount of time Akira can spare for him.
Usually, all the shouting will leave Hikaru with heaving chest and pounding heart from the remaining adrenalines from the match. But it always ends with a promise of next time, and Akira would smile-or more like a challenging smirk-at him, and that alone worth his abused vocal cords.
After that, if neither of them has anything to attend to, then they would walk together for a few blocks until they have to separate at an intersection. Today is one of those days, and along the way, Hikaru still bickers with Akira, today it’s about the type of soda he insists Akira to try-hey, rootbeer is a perfectly delicious drink, Akira needs to loosen up, geez. So they stop at the first vending machine they come across and Hikaru gets his rootbeer.
And because Akira still refuses to have it, Hikaru pulls him close when they turn the corner and presses their moths together, letting Akira drink the soda straight from his mouth.
He doesn’t expect for Akira to push him flat to the wall and proceeds to take-not only the rootbeer into his mouth, but also Hikaru’s breath away.
It leaves him panting, and he definitely doesn’t like the way Akira look so smug after he’s done. But before he can say anything, Akira takes the rootbeer can from his hand and takes a few sips, frowns, then returns it to Hikaru, before excusing himself and walks in the other direction.
Hikaru is left staring at the retreating back, blinking, and it is then that he realizes how warm his face is and how hard his heart beats. Then again, as he puts a hand over his pounding heart, Hikaru realizes that-he rather likes the way his heart beats so fast for Akira.
.end.
... >.>
<.<
*hides*