FicAlert! PoT> Locks (Silver Pair) PG-13
Title: Locks
Writer: Everlind
Wordcount: 4550
Pairing: Silver Pair
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none.
Summary: Some things you may never understand until you think to look for them.
Disclaimer: The Prince of Tennis belongs to Konomi Takeshi. This story is based on characters and the universe of The Prince of Tennis, no money is being made from it.
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BUT! To make up for my transgression, have some happy!Silver Pair on Valentine's day drabble-age :3
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This must be his worst idea ever.
Shishido shifts on his seat.
Choutarou fidgets with the hem of his sleeve.
Both of them carefully avoid looking at each other. Or, for that matter, at anything else potentially embarrassing. Stuff that might remind them of Shishido's terrible idea. And there's a lot of stuff that might -from the distressing shape of the decorations dangling from the ceiling to the equally suspicious confetti scattered between them on the table. Even the low candles seem of questionable scent and hue.
And that's not even the worst thing of all; the music, without any doubt, beats it all.
If the broad warbles one more time about her heart will go on and on, Shishido may have to take desperate measures. Very desperate. Something that may involve a blunt object and his ability to hear.
Oshitari would have loved this.
Shishido scowls at his lap.
This is obviously what Atobe means when he snaps at Shishido to look before he leaps (or, when he's about to shit a brick, the less eloquent version: 'use your brain. If you have one').
It is just that Shishido hadn't figured that something like this might be a bad idea. Taking his best friend out for dinner. Guys do that right? Go and eat dinner together. Shishido just figured that it might be nice to grab something else besides burgers and fries. It's Choutarou's birthday.
Stupid Ohtori. It's all his fault. Who the hell gets born on Valentine's day, anyway?
Super lame.
A waitress comes up to take their order. Both he and Choutarou mumble it with their eyes trained resolutely on the salt shaker -they both seem to have decided it is the safest item in the vicinity. She takes longer than necessary to write down their choices, her eyes flashing up from her notepad, going from Ohtori to Shishido and back again.
Shishido feels his cheeks begin to burn and wants to yell it's not like that!.
But it is, a little.
Sorta.
Maybe.
Stupid Choutarou.
Two uncomfortable hours later both of them spill out of the restaurant, flushed and twitching and Shishido rather feels like he'd better take a shower to wash away all the horrible, lame... stuff. Vibes. Whatever.
Choutarou doesn't look very happy, either.
They stand shuffling. Eventually Choutarou manages a very strained and awfully polite: "Thank you for dinner."
Shishido stares at him. "You gotta be joking, right? That was awful."
A nod. "It was." But then he smiles.
Relief washes up the back of Shishido's neck. Oof.
Choutarou grins at his expression. "I got a new game for my brithday," he says, eyes shining. "We could try it out, if you'd like."
Shishido feels his face heat up all over again. He knows what that means. "Aa," he mutters, trying as hard as he can to sound casual. "Sounds good."
As one they turn and head away towards the bus stop. Choutarou's fingers brush his fleetingly before he says: "Ah, senpai? Please don't ever take me out for dinner again on my birthday."
Shishido coughs to hide his chuckle. "Yeah," he agrees. "That's a promise."
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Was very amused by the way you described them being two teenaged boys trapped by Valentine's pink lovey-dovey stuff in the restaurant, and how they managed to enjoy themselves after that. ^^
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Shishido doesn't think these thing through, the doofus.
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