[Fanfic] Valentine's Day Giftfic (Hana-Kimi)
Fandom: Hanazakari no Kimitachi e (Hana-Kimi)
Character(s): Umeda Hokuto, Hara Akiha
Summary: For ninjatrauma. We all know what that means!
Valentine's Day fever appeared to have hit Ousaka Gakuen again. Sometimes he wished for the days where he could just ignore it, and not have to spend hours consoling a flood of boys who hadn't received any chocolates; boys who were desperate to know if their chocolate was obligation-chocolate or not and boys who wanted to know the best way to turn down a girl so she wouldn't cry (like he'd know) - not to mention the boys who'd eaten too much chocolate and were looking for something to help settle their stomachs (he told them not to be so stupid next time and sent them to bed).
Akiha came by sometime after lunch, but after Hokuto managed to shake him off his back, he fell strangely silent and just stood, leaning against the medicine cabinet like a colourful statue, watching as Hokuto dealt with student after student.
The floodwaters seemed to be receding by mid-afternoon. "You're good with them," said Akiha. "Is it always like this?"
Hokuto snorted. "Every year. They just need a dose of good common sense." He glared to show that he thought someone else in the room could also do with an injection of it.
"Did you get any valentines this year, sempai?" asked Akiha, cheerfully.
Hokuto waved his cigarette towards a pile of boxes on the desk.
Akiha foraged through them eagerly. "Oh, this is good chocolate. Who is this from?"
Hokuto shrugged. "I don't remember. You can have it if you like."
"Thank you!"
Hokuto tried to get back to work, but he kept getting distracted by Akiha digging into the chocolates.
"Would you like one?" he asked, suddenly.
"What?" said Hokuto.
"You keep looking at them."
"No," he said, defensively, looking away.
A shadow warned him of impending intrusion into his personal space. "Here," said Akiha, popping one into his mouth before he could move.
Whistling cheerfully, the photographer disapperaed through the window.
Hokuto glared at the pile of chocolate boxes.
"Load of nonsense," he muttered, wondering why he felt annoyed that the idiot hadn't got him any.
Character(s): Umeda Hokuto, Hara Akiha
Summary: For ninjatrauma. We all know what that means!
Valentine's Day fever appeared to have hit Ousaka Gakuen again. Sometimes he wished for the days where he could just ignore it, and not have to spend hours consoling a flood of boys who hadn't received any chocolates; boys who were desperate to know if their chocolate was obligation-chocolate or not and boys who wanted to know the best way to turn down a girl so she wouldn't cry (like he'd know) - not to mention the boys who'd eaten too much chocolate and were looking for something to help settle their stomachs (he told them not to be so stupid next time and sent them to bed).
Akiha came by sometime after lunch, but after Hokuto managed to shake him off his back, he fell strangely silent and just stood, leaning against the medicine cabinet like a colourful statue, watching as Hokuto dealt with student after student.
The floodwaters seemed to be receding by mid-afternoon. "You're good with them," said Akiha. "Is it always like this?"
Hokuto snorted. "Every year. They just need a dose of good common sense." He glared to show that he thought someone else in the room could also do with an injection of it.
"Did you get any valentines this year, sempai?" asked Akiha, cheerfully.
Hokuto waved his cigarette towards a pile of boxes on the desk.
Akiha foraged through them eagerly. "Oh, this is good chocolate. Who is this from?"
Hokuto shrugged. "I don't remember. You can have it if you like."
"Thank you!"
Hokuto tried to get back to work, but he kept getting distracted by Akiha digging into the chocolates.
"Would you like one?" he asked, suddenly.
"What?" said Hokuto.
"You keep looking at them."
"No," he said, defensively, looking away.
A shadow warned him of impending intrusion into his personal space. "Here," said Akiha, popping one into his mouth before he could move.
Whistling cheerfully, the photographer disapperaed through the window.
Hokuto glared at the pile of chocolate boxes.
"Load of nonsense," he muttered, wondering why he felt annoyed that the idiot hadn't got him any.