[oneshot] Tradition is Overrated (Sometimes)
Title: Tradition is Overrated (Sometimes)
Fandom: Placebo (darkkamui's X AU Fic)
Characters/Pairings: Fuuma/Keiichi (or Keiichi/Fuuma), mention of Kamui
Genre: Fluff
Words: 445
Notes: For my hot hot hot anata. ♥♥ Go read Placebo. It's quite possibly one of the best X fics ever.
It was Monday.
Not only that, but it was a Monday in August.
But somehow, a small box of chocolate had found its way into Keiichi's school bag. Keiichi had opened his bag that morning to pull out his workbook, and there it was; a small, white box with four dark chocolate bonbons in it. Two of the bonbons had little swirls of white chocolate as decoration, which gave Keiichi the impression that such bonbons were, in fact, not handmade. He also suspected they had been acquired from a department store or a chocolatier -- one of the few remaining in the city -- and then transferred to plainer, less ostentatious packaging.
He'd looked at the box and laughed so hard he'd fallen out of his chair. His teacher had thought something had happened to him. Sniggering, Keiichi apologized and climbed back up to his desk. Shirou-kun had looked at him as if he'd gone insane, but Keiichi kept his lips sealed. For once, it was sort of nice to be the one keeping a secret.
Monou didn't come to the gazebo that day, nor the next. However, on the third day after Keiichi had received the chocolates, his debate companion-cum-boyfriend deigned to show himself. Six months ago, Keiichi wouldn't have been able to tell, but Monou had an expectant look about him. As if he were waiting for Keiichi to bring up some topic but was not prepared to prompt him. That afternoon, they had debated the nature of tradition -- Keiichi's choice of topic -- but the blond student had not made any mention of the gift.
The next day, Monou came to the gazebo.
And the next.
That afternoon, Keiichi had bemoaned the amount of homework he had and watched the very, very subtle anticipatory tics and frustration grow in the other young man.
Finally, as they moved to part ways for the afternoon -- tomorrow was a school day; no longer liaisons until after classes -- Keiichi nudged Monou with his hip.
"So," he said, as he brushed the back of his hand against Monou's. "Next month, should I give you something?"
Monou glanced up at the sky, expression falling into that familiar thoughtfulness that always came when Keiichi mentioned anything beyond the present. But Keiichi hadn't missed the faint look of satisfaction and pleasure that crossed the other's face before he'd looked away.
"If you like."
"Crackers?"
A non-committal shrug.
"Chocolate and matcha-covered shrimp crackers it is, then."
"..." Monou shook his head. "Is it traditional for the reciprocal gift to make the recipient puke?"
"You hate tradition." Keiichi was grinning now.
"Sometimes I make exceptions."
"Good to know!"
Fandom: Placebo (darkkamui's X AU Fic)
Characters/Pairings: Fuuma/Keiichi (or Keiichi/Fuuma), mention of Kamui
Genre: Fluff
Words: 445
Notes: For my hot hot hot anata. ♥♥ Go read Placebo. It's quite possibly one of the best X fics ever.
It was Monday.
Not only that, but it was a Monday in August.
But somehow, a small box of chocolate had found its way into Keiichi's school bag. Keiichi had opened his bag that morning to pull out his workbook, and there it was; a small, white box with four dark chocolate bonbons in it. Two of the bonbons had little swirls of white chocolate as decoration, which gave Keiichi the impression that such bonbons were, in fact, not handmade. He also suspected they had been acquired from a department store or a chocolatier -- one of the few remaining in the city -- and then transferred to plainer, less ostentatious packaging.
He'd looked at the box and laughed so hard he'd fallen out of his chair. His teacher had thought something had happened to him. Sniggering, Keiichi apologized and climbed back up to his desk. Shirou-kun had looked at him as if he'd gone insane, but Keiichi kept his lips sealed. For once, it was sort of nice to be the one keeping a secret.
Monou didn't come to the gazebo that day, nor the next. However, on the third day after Keiichi had received the chocolates, his debate companion-cum-boyfriend deigned to show himself. Six months ago, Keiichi wouldn't have been able to tell, but Monou had an expectant look about him. As if he were waiting for Keiichi to bring up some topic but was not prepared to prompt him. That afternoon, they had debated the nature of tradition -- Keiichi's choice of topic -- but the blond student had not made any mention of the gift.
The next day, Monou came to the gazebo.
And the next.
That afternoon, Keiichi had bemoaned the amount of homework he had and watched the very, very subtle anticipatory tics and frustration grow in the other young man.
Finally, as they moved to part ways for the afternoon -- tomorrow was a school day; no longer liaisons until after classes -- Keiichi nudged Monou with his hip.
"So," he said, as he brushed the back of his hand against Monou's. "Next month, should I give you something?"
Monou glanced up at the sky, expression falling into that familiar thoughtfulness that always came when Keiichi mentioned anything beyond the present. But Keiichi hadn't missed the faint look of satisfaction and pleasure that crossed the other's face before he'd looked away.
"If you like."
"Crackers?"
A non-committal shrug.
"Chocolate and matcha-covered shrimp crackers it is, then."
"..." Monou shook his head. "Is it traditional for the reciprocal gift to make the recipient puke?"
"You hate tradition." Keiichi was grinning now.
"Sometimes I make exceptions."
"Good to know!"