Love Love, Kiss Kiss
One-Shot
Pairing : Nao/OFC
Rating : PG
Genre : (Mindless ^_^ ) Fluff, Humor, Romance
Summary : Nao-shi has something he wants to tell you...
...he has met a girl. She's quite nice too. (´┏＿┓｀)
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YUM!
Sorry in advance (＞┏_┓＜).
This might be longer than normal. I have a lot to say.
I went for ramen last week. It’s my favorite.
I didn’t notice her, well I noticed her…do not mistake that…but I didn’t notice her notice me. Not at first. At first I was there for the ramen. I saw her see me the time before last, or maybe it was the time before the time before last. Either way it was some time before the last time I went for ramen.
Nao-shi was nervous about it! (sweat)
(＞┏_┓＜)
It’s different on stage but when they are right there it’s scary.
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Right then, Nao was waiting for his dish to arrive.
He had traveled far to get there; rather it seemed that way to him. In reality it had been a ten minute voyage from his apartment. Had he not been a little distracted, he wouldn’t have found himself a little lost too. He knew this place but had found it hard to think past the wild flip-flop of butterflies in his stomach. He had let his eyes flit about while he shuffled his feet against the pavement of the sidewalk, his shoes making a rough and grainy sound against the cement.
He had almost given up. Almost.
Eventually, however, his feet seemed to take him in a direction his head was unaware of and he stood before the shop. Its sign was written in slightly faded colors simply because it had been around for quite a while and seen many, many years of life. It was cozy on the inside; the yellow glow from lights embedded in the ceiling washed over the small shop and made it look inviting.
The door, of which he knew well too, was heavy when he pushed it and he took the familiar seat in the very middle of the shop’s bar top. It was his usual spot. Nao had been to many shops in his life time; in fact he made it a hobby of his to find new and exciting places to try. However, this was comfort to him and whenever he was home, this was the very shop he found solace in.
Usually his stomach didn’t make the sort of fluttery feelings it was doing just then. Not, at least, before she started to work there.
It was late in the night and as he waited for his food, Nao was almost disappointed that the girl who had set to watching him for the last few weeks was the one serving it. He had half hoped she wouldn’t be there simply because she made his stomach dance into complex knots enough that sometimes he would lose his appetite and find himself just pushing around the soup and noodles on his bowl.
That, for Nao, was a tragedy.
Nao was comforted by food; it gave him assuagement as a temporary suspension from his hectic life. Therefore when he was not hungry, with reason he was aware of, he was crestfallen.
She gave him attention, coyly, from little sidewise glances he’d catch her stealing when she thought he wouldn’t notice. It always drew a fleeting shy smile from her, in which she would immediately divert her eyes but couldn’t run the smile away no matter how hard she tried. He found that amusing, until he realized his stomach was churning nervously from it.
She had only spoken to him a few times, in passing, save from the inevitable pleasantries that went with ordering whichever dish his heart desired that day. It was why he found it so complicated that he felt like he was school age with a juvenile crush because the girl next to him lent him a pencil. He was taken with her because she was taken with him; it was enough to have his attention.
For the most part, Nao was an exceptionally simple person. He strove for happiness and comfort which he found he had most times. He loved his work and he certainly appreciated being able to share his talent, combined with his adoration of food in many varieties and his accessibility to them, he strove for little else. He had his friends whom fulfilled his emotional roles. He considered himself good. Therefore he was slightly surprised when his balance was easily thrown off kilter because he was smitten.
He had forgotten that he ordered food altogether for how much he was trapped by the concept that there was a girl that was interested in him. It hadn’t, from what he could tell, to do with his profession; it simply had to do with him and the fact that he was there. It was endearing.
He had turned in his seat, away from the bar, simply to take in a change of scenery. He was alone. He was often alone while his friends went out. He had no real explanation for that though he would openly claim that he was boring compared to the others he spent so much of his life with.
He spotted her when he turned, and for a flash of time he was taken with the idea that she was there and baffled as to why that was the case, having forgotten the food. The bowl in her hands distracted him as steam rose from somewhere in it’s depths, swirling in translucent but certainly visible heat of the contents within. He relaxed against the seat he was perched in.
She, in that brief moment, had let her eyes dip away from him as she drew the bowl closer to her chest having noticed that he was looking at her. The faint and shy smile was present and her cheeks turned a pale shade of pink. Despite her attempts at being discrete, the blush was obvious from the shy glow that enveloped her when she saw him looking at her. It was that action which proved to be the error in her judgment.
Because she wasn’t looking where she was going, despite being a poised and graceful race, her foot caught on a nearby stool and she, in spite of herself and any effort to prevent it, flung the bowl forward as her arms shot out to try and catch herself. The bowl toppled end over end, the centripetal force kept the food pressed firmly in the bowl, until it landed square in Nao’s chest. The bowl haphazardly flopped into his lap, spilling the remaining contents there against his jeans.
He was shocked speechless after the food painted him only for her collapse against his thighs after she’s failed at recovering from her own tumble. Dark spears of bangs bounced against her forehead as she finally came to a stop in her crash. Her eyes were pointed directly forward for a matter of seconds while she realized what had happened. Her view seemed to be right at his naval and the pink which had been on her face warmed into a blazing red.
Slowly her eyes lifted and then, just as cautiously, her chin tipped up to look at him. He was dripping with ramen broth and noodles had been captured against the buttons of his shirt hanging like discarded pieces of ribbon. She couldn’t manage even the weakest of smiles while he too looked down at her. He wore an entirely blank expression.
Then his throat opened up and a wild cackle rolled off his tongue. He was entirely amused by the events, once they’d met their end and he was able to ascertain the entirety of what had actually transpired. It was enough that she managed a weak little laugh and a slightly humored grin of her own, even in her paralyzing embarrassment.
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I would like to see her again, maybe next time. Nao-shi likes her… (´┏＿┓｀)
...Next I will get her name (laugh)
All I have to say is at least it wasn’t Tora or Hiroto…they would not have thought it funny.
Going back to hit my drums!
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Authors' Notes
Mandy: So when we decided to do this piece there was absolutely no hesitation to agreeing on the fact that we wanted to write it. We owe Nao something nice. However when it was started we had talked about first person. It simply didn't come out that way and I realized it sounded more like one of Nao's blogs. It didn't sound like a first person story but a version of his blog; it evolved into the blog style from that.
This was really just a silly little piece to break from the piles of dark we've been writing lately. It almost harbors on drabble, but is more just something a little mindlessly fluffy to read. It was a nice small change between our other stuff. Anyway, thank you for reading this. It's very appreciated it. :)
Jackie: Mandy and I have been reading quite a bit of fanfiction lately. And something we noticed was that there aren't many Nao-focused stories out there. Rather that we have come acrossed. :D So one of the reasons we did this was because we want to see Nao out more. :D He's too cute and too sweet to be tucked away; we're big fans and he deserves something happy and fluffy and cute too. Thank you for reading this little snippet and we hoped you liked it. It was refreshing after all the dark stuff we've written in the last couple of weeks and it keeps us from going insane. :D
Hopefully. :D