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Title: Lunch
Characters: Abe, Sanada, Nozawa.
Rating: G.
Warnings: None unless SanaZawa married coupleness counts.
Other stuff: The results of being bed ridden all weekend. I feel like my muse has just upped and died lately. I decided I had to try writing something even if it is completely pointless fluff \o/
The message comes through at one in the morning giving Abe a minor heart attack.
I want to distract you from studying. Let’s get lunch together (=^･ｪ･^=)
Abe smiles through a yawn. His varied experience tells him to interpret this as Nozawa-speak for, “I want to check up on you.” Before he can reply, another message comes though.
PS: I am 100% positive that you are still studying (´～`). Go to bed!
In a fog of tiredness, Abe blinks at the unfinished practice test lying open on the desk in front of him.
Z of kono jidai minus b plus the square root no champion minus…
Abe decides to do as he’d told.
Unsurprisingly, it takes a few days of mailing back and fourth to figure out when they can manage to meet. Abe has just about all his decent hours filled with study and extra classes and practice test after practice test after practice test. Nozawa has Iitomo, concerts and trying not to flunk uni as soon as he’s arrived to worry about. In the end, Abe decides to go crazy and ditch his maths class one afternoon. Instead, he catches a train half way across town to meet Nozawa at on the promise of muffins.
Abe gets lost more than once while trying to find the place. It’s a quiet café down and alley and up some damp concrete stairs. The blue and yellow paint job is chipped and faded. The windows are steamed up with condensation and Abe‘s not sure there‘s even anyone inside. Although it would involve incurring the wrath of Nozawa (and, therefore, the others too), he debates fleeing. If he hurried, he’d be in time for his chemistry class.
When he does, inevitably, make his way up the mossy steps, he’s met by nothing more insalubrious than a middle-aged man in glasses sitting behind a counter and playing go with a tall girl in a black t-shirt, black jeans, and a black waitress’ outfit. They both look up just long enough to offer Abe a cursory greeting. Glancing around, Abe spots a few other customers. There’s a girl with purple hair in one corner, hunched over an ebook. One table is taken up by a small group of male college students all with exactly the same floppy black hair and thick-rimmed glasses, having a coffee fueled cram session (Abe allows himself a wistful sigh). Sitting by the window, with it’s lace curtains and dusty paper flowers, and standing out like a beacon is someone with a head of fluffy brown hair and a green leopard print scarf. Abe trots over to take a seat. It’s not, he thinks, all that surprising that Nozawa would consider it not worth mentioning that lunch included Sanada.
“Long time no see, Saa-kun,” he sing-songs, pulling a chair up, “Sorry I’m late.”
Silence but for the murmur of the study group and the waitress capturing more of the owner’s stones. Sanada’s resting his head in his palm, staring into the middle distance.
“Er, so, where’s Yuuki?” Abe goes on, a little unnerved, “Looks like you two have gotten something already. I wonder what I ought to order.”
Steam continues to rise from the tea and the Americano sitting on the table. The mayonnaise on the half-eaten bowl of fries continues to congeal. Sanada doesn’t so much as blink. Abe purses his lip.
“The waitress’ bra just bust open,” he tries. Across the room, both the waitress and the purple-haired girl give him unamused glares. The study group stop to check, bending their heads back to the books when it turns out to be a false alarm. Abe imagines their chatter has a newly disappointed note to it. Sanada blinks. Abe’s determination is only strengthened.
“I met Yuuki on my way up the stairs. What’s this about Kusanagi-sempai kissing him in the break room?”
Sanada blinks again. His brow furrows and, after several seconds,
“Huh?”
A beat, as Abe’s presence at the table registers.
“Abecchi! When did you get here?” Sanada asks, voice thick with sleep. His eyes crinkle up in a smile.
“Just now,” Abe grins, “Where’s Yuuki?”
“Something about Kusa-” Sanada starts, then stops, face frozen in confusion.
“Actually, I don’t know. He said he wanted to get something… Maybe he’s skipped town.”
Abe chuckles and steals a fry. He strolls off to interrupt the owner and the waitress from their game and is surprised to find her not at all disinclined to the idea of making him a green tea latte. Nozawa pops his head in now, carrying with him a bag emanating the smell of hot baked delicious things, his cheeks red from the winter air. Abe grins and waves. Nozawa flashes him a big smile.
“Abecchi! Glad you found us.” He slings a friendly arm around Abe’s shoulders and leads him back to the table. Sanada throws his partner a strange look as they sit down before shaking his head and going back to his tired smile. Nozawa either doesn’t notice or chooses to ignore it. Abe feels only a little bit bad.
“Sorry for running off,” Nozawa spologises as he takes six big soft muffins from the bag, pointedly putting 4 of them in front of Sanada, and handing Abe a strawberry one. The waitress drops his latte off with a curt nod.
“They’d run out of what I wanted here so I went to buy something myself. Couldn’t decide which ones to get though,” Nozawa explains.
“Is that OK?” Abe enquires. Not that the owner looks the type to fuss - Abe remembers his thinning black hair falling into his eyes, head bowed over the go board. It doesn’t hurt to be polite, though.
Nozawa nods.
“Mm. Owner-san says it’s OK because this place has been a lot more popular since we started coming.”
At the study group’s table someone drops a pen. Purple-haired girl clears her throat. Abe considers that he doesn’t really need to comment.
Heedless, Nozawa goes on,
“Anything happen while I was gone?”
“I fell asleep, I think,” Sanada pipes up. He looks to Abe for confirmation, “I totally fell asleep, right?”
“You did,” Abe agrees, “I tried to wake you up by telling you there was an ecchi moment going on with the waitress and everything and it didn’t work.”
(Once again, the study group looks up to check).
Sanada laughs along. However, there’s a worried frown tugging at his features. He can’t shake the feeling there’s something he’s supposed to be unhappy about. Nozawa’s smile is sharp.
“Terrible. Someone’ll kidnap you one of these days. Then who’ll I dance with?”
“Well then, don’t leave me again,” Sanda replies breezily. (Proving that he’s still asleep. Those words would never come out of his mouth otherwise). Caught up short, Nozawa plucks one of the muffins up off the table and proffers it at Sanada.
“Here. This one’s melon and white chocolate.”
“Classy,” Sanda comments and begins happily nibbling the top. Abe supposes that what just passed counts as a very sweet moment in Sanada and Nozawa world.
The three of them stay in that dim, little café for half an hour. They order more food and Nozawa merrily force feeds the younger boy - his partner too, until Sanada slips back asleep. They try, without success, not to talk about work. Instead, they use the vaguest terms to chat about what everyone’s up to and the latest snippets of gossip. Finally, they walk to the station together to board separate trains. Abe’s promised to let a classmate borrow his English grammar notes. Nozawa scoffs at that information and says something that Abe thinks was supposed to be an English put down. Sanada nods understanding. Those two have a date getting yelled at by Sanche-san and a concert to rehearse for.
Abe’s spirits feel lifted. As his train speeds away, he mulls over what just happened and how spending a little time with those weirdos has renewed his energy so much. It feels like he’d almost forgotten - he has to work hard so that he can go back to being a Snowman again after he’s done what he has to do. He supposes Sanada and Nozawa must feel the same way.
Characters: Abe, Sanada, Nozawa.
Rating: G.
Warnings: None unless SanaZawa married coupleness counts.
Other stuff: The results of being bed ridden all weekend. I feel like my muse has just upped and died lately. I decided I had to try writing something even if it is completely pointless fluff \o/
The message comes through at one in the morning giving Abe a minor heart attack.
I want to distract you from studying. Let’s get lunch together (=^･ｪ･^=)
Abe smiles through a yawn. His varied experience tells him to interpret this as Nozawa-speak for, “I want to check up on you.” Before he can reply, another message comes though.
PS: I am 100% positive that you are still studying (´～`). Go to bed!
In a fog of tiredness, Abe blinks at the unfinished practice test lying open on the desk in front of him.
Z of kono jidai minus b plus the square root no champion minus…
Abe decides to do as he’d told.
Unsurprisingly, it takes a few days of mailing back and fourth to figure out when they can manage to meet. Abe has just about all his decent hours filled with study and extra classes and practice test after practice test after practice test. Nozawa has Iitomo, concerts and trying not to flunk uni as soon as he’s arrived to worry about. In the end, Abe decides to go crazy and ditch his maths class one afternoon. Instead, he catches a train half way across town to meet Nozawa at on the promise of muffins.
Abe gets lost more than once while trying to find the place. It’s a quiet café down and alley and up some damp concrete stairs. The blue and yellow paint job is chipped and faded. The windows are steamed up with condensation and Abe‘s not sure there‘s even anyone inside. Although it would involve incurring the wrath of Nozawa (and, therefore, the others too), he debates fleeing. If he hurried, he’d be in time for his chemistry class.
When he does, inevitably, make his way up the mossy steps, he’s met by nothing more insalubrious than a middle-aged man in glasses sitting behind a counter and playing go with a tall girl in a black t-shirt, black jeans, and a black waitress’ outfit. They both look up just long enough to offer Abe a cursory greeting. Glancing around, Abe spots a few other customers. There’s a girl with purple hair in one corner, hunched over an ebook. One table is taken up by a small group of male college students all with exactly the same floppy black hair and thick-rimmed glasses, having a coffee fueled cram session (Abe allows himself a wistful sigh). Sitting by the window, with it’s lace curtains and dusty paper flowers, and standing out like a beacon is someone with a head of fluffy brown hair and a green leopard print scarf. Abe trots over to take a seat. It’s not, he thinks, all that surprising that Nozawa would consider it not worth mentioning that lunch included Sanada.
“Long time no see, Saa-kun,” he sing-songs, pulling a chair up, “Sorry I’m late.”
Silence but for the murmur of the study group and the waitress capturing more of the owner’s stones. Sanada’s resting his head in his palm, staring into the middle distance.
“Er, so, where’s Yuuki?” Abe goes on, a little unnerved, “Looks like you two have gotten something already. I wonder what I ought to order.”
Steam continues to rise from the tea and the Americano sitting on the table. The mayonnaise on the half-eaten bowl of fries continues to congeal. Sanada doesn’t so much as blink. Abe purses his lip.
“The waitress’ bra just bust open,” he tries. Across the room, both the waitress and the purple-haired girl give him unamused glares. The study group stop to check, bending their heads back to the books when it turns out to be a false alarm. Abe imagines their chatter has a newly disappointed note to it. Sanada blinks. Abe’s determination is only strengthened.
“I met Yuuki on my way up the stairs. What’s this about Kusanagi-sempai kissing him in the break room?”
Sanada blinks again. His brow furrows and, after several seconds,
“Huh?”
A beat, as Abe’s presence at the table registers.
“Abecchi! When did you get here?” Sanada asks, voice thick with sleep. His eyes crinkle up in a smile.
“Just now,” Abe grins, “Where’s Yuuki?”
“Something about Kusa-” Sanada starts, then stops, face frozen in confusion.
“Actually, I don’t know. He said he wanted to get something… Maybe he’s skipped town.”
Abe chuckles and steals a fry. He strolls off to interrupt the owner and the waitress from their game and is surprised to find her not at all disinclined to the idea of making him a green tea latte. Nozawa pops his head in now, carrying with him a bag emanating the smell of hot baked delicious things, his cheeks red from the winter air. Abe grins and waves. Nozawa flashes him a big smile.
“Abecchi! Glad you found us.” He slings a friendly arm around Abe’s shoulders and leads him back to the table. Sanada throws his partner a strange look as they sit down before shaking his head and going back to his tired smile. Nozawa either doesn’t notice or chooses to ignore it. Abe feels only a little bit bad.
“Sorry for running off,” Nozawa spologises as he takes six big soft muffins from the bag, pointedly putting 4 of them in front of Sanada, and handing Abe a strawberry one. The waitress drops his latte off with a curt nod.
“They’d run out of what I wanted here so I went to buy something myself. Couldn’t decide which ones to get though,” Nozawa explains.
“Is that OK?” Abe enquires. Not that the owner looks the type to fuss - Abe remembers his thinning black hair falling into his eyes, head bowed over the go board. It doesn’t hurt to be polite, though.
Nozawa nods.
“Mm. Owner-san says it’s OK because this place has been a lot more popular since we started coming.”
At the study group’s table someone drops a pen. Purple-haired girl clears her throat. Abe considers that he doesn’t really need to comment.
Heedless, Nozawa goes on,
“Anything happen while I was gone?”
“I fell asleep, I think,” Sanada pipes up. He looks to Abe for confirmation, “I totally fell asleep, right?”
“You did,” Abe agrees, “I tried to wake you up by telling you there was an ecchi moment going on with the waitress and everything and it didn’t work.”
(Once again, the study group looks up to check).
Sanada laughs along. However, there’s a worried frown tugging at his features. He can’t shake the feeling there’s something he’s supposed to be unhappy about. Nozawa’s smile is sharp.
“Terrible. Someone’ll kidnap you one of these days. Then who’ll I dance with?”
“Well then, don’t leave me again,” Sanda replies breezily. (Proving that he’s still asleep. Those words would never come out of his mouth otherwise). Caught up short, Nozawa plucks one of the muffins up off the table and proffers it at Sanada.
“Here. This one’s melon and white chocolate.”
“Classy,” Sanda comments and begins happily nibbling the top. Abe supposes that what just passed counts as a very sweet moment in Sanada and Nozawa world.
The three of them stay in that dim, little café for half an hour. They order more food and Nozawa merrily force feeds the younger boy - his partner too, until Sanada slips back asleep. They try, without success, not to talk about work. Instead, they use the vaguest terms to chat about what everyone’s up to and the latest snippets of gossip. Finally, they walk to the station together to board separate trains. Abe’s promised to let a classmate borrow his English grammar notes. Nozawa scoffs at that information and says something that Abe thinks was supposed to be an English put down. Sanada nods understanding. Those two have a date getting yelled at by Sanche-san and a concert to rehearse for.
Abe’s spirits feel lifted. As his train speeds away, he mulls over what just happened and how spending a little time with those weirdos has renewed his energy so much. It feels like he’d almost forgotten - he has to work hard so that he can go back to being a Snowman again after he’s done what he has to do. He supposes Sanada and Nozawa must feel the same way.