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Title: 5 times Yuto's Mom suspected there was something more to Yuto and Keito’s friendship
Author: hotfruits
Characters: Mama!Nakajima. Okajima. Raiya.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Summary: Mama!Nakajima reflects on her son's close friendship with Keito over the years.
big thanks to my beta dreamweavernyx ♥
written for the okajima fic-a-thon
One
It was nearly four in the morning when her youngest son crawled into bed, his sleepy eyes looking frustrated as his head hit the pillow. “Raiya,” she said softly, careful to not wake her sleeping husband, “What is it, did you have a bad dream?”
Raiya shook his head, “No, Okamoto-kun called and nii-chan is talking to him. They woke me up,” the little boy pouted, snuggling closer to his mother.
She couldn’t help but laugh at her baby’s frustration and pulled him closer, kissing his forehead as his eyes slipped closed. A moment later and his breathing evened out, quiet snores coming from his nose as he slept peacefully.
Closing her eyes as well, she tried to fall back asleep, but found herself unable to, her thoughts drifting back to her oldest son. She knew he’d be exhausted after talking to Keito all night, and wondered if she should go tell him to get off the phone.
She couldn’t bring herself to do it though, not tonight. It’s been a little over a week since Keito left Japan again, and the two have spent every moment they could talking on the phone, during the mornings when Yuto got ready for school, when she picked him up after practice and well into the late hours of the night, smiling happily the whole time.
Yawning, she snuggled closer to Raiya and finally began to fall asleep, her last thoughts before drifting off about Yuto and Keito, and their fierce dependency on each other.
Two
Passing by the boy’s room, she suddenly paused, and took a few steps back, brow raised. Raiya sat in the middle of the room, on top of his mattress, which was joined a second later by Yuto’s, plopping heavily onto the ground next to the other.
“Yuto!” she shouted, entering the room with her hands on her hips, “What are you doing?!”
“Mama,” Yuto squeaked, looking up her nervously as he wrung his hands together. “Um, well, it’s a long story.”
She tapped her foot on the ground, looking at Yuto expectantly.
“Okay,” Yuto cleared his throat, “Um, Keito’s parents are fighting a lot, like a lot a lot, and it’s really making him sad, so I told him he could stay with us for a bit,” Yuto said, his expression worried as he asked, “That’s okay, right?”
She sighed, her anger quickly leaving as he hugged her son, patting his head, “That’s fine dear,” she murmured, tears welling up in her eyes. “Keito needs a good friend like you, during this rough time.”
Yuto nodded, smiling proudly at his mother, his little arms wrapped around her waist, “Thank you mama,” he said, before stepping away from the hug and continuing his task of setting up the new bed space.
She left the room after that, dabbing at her teary eyes. It warmed her heart to see Yuto like this, caring so deeply about his friend. She hopees that Yuto will be able to get Keito through whatever trials face him ahead, because she could tell that for Keito, Yuto was definitely one of the most important people in his life.
She could also tell that Yuto felt the same way.
Three
Leaning against the wall, she watches them quietly, brows furrowed together and her arms across her chest. They’re watching Yamada’s drama together, a big bowl of popcorn settled on Keito’s lap and a few empty cans of soda on the table in front of them.
The scene is entirely innocent, just two friends enjoying a TV show, but it strikes something up within her, something she’s been noticing for years now but hasn’t fully addressed.
There is something there though, in the way the two smile at each other, their eyes lingering for a second longer than what’s considered normal; to be honest, she finds herself reminded of her and her husband, and that sort of easy comfort that comes from loving your best friend.
She doesn’t have the courage though to ask what’s on her mind, and tries to convince herself that they’re only fifteen.
They can’t possibly know what love is yet.
Four
Hearing a knock on the door, she wipes her hands on a dish towel before leaving the kitchen, striding over to the front door and opening it. It’s no surprise to see Keito there, he’s at their house often enough that he even has a few set of spare clothes shoved in Yuto’s closet.
It is weird, though, to see him so early, especially when Yuto hasn’t even gotten out of school yet. Regardless, she invites Keito in and he smiles, toeing off his shoes and setting his bag neatly on the floor.
“How are you today, Nakajima-san?” he asks politely, and she pats his head, ruffling his carefully styled hair.
“How many times do I have to tell you Keito, you don’t have to call me Nakajima-san,” she laughs, walking over to the couch and taking a seat, Keito plopping down next to her, “You’re practically family, you know that.”
“I know,” he blushes, as he always does, looking quietly down at his sock covered feet.
“I’m fine, thank you,” she answers his question, “And you?”
“I’m good, school was let out early after an assembly, so I figured I’d come over and see how Yuto’s first day at Horikoshi went, but I guess I forgot what time they got out,” Keito chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.
“That’s fine, he’ll be home soon I believe. Although, I think Ryosuke might be with him,” she said, and then noticed something strange, a flicker of…what was that, jealously? passing over Keito’s eyes.
“Ah, Yama-chan, cool,” Keito said quickly, and she noticed it more clearly now, the usually gentle boy looking bitterly down at his feet.
She wondered what to say, but her words fell short, so instead she scooted over and hugged him with one arm, trying not to laugh at the look of surprise on his face.
“Nakajima-san-”
“Keito, please,” she interrupts him, “I’ve told you a thousand times to call me by my name.”
She knows it’s unusual to demand this, a sixteen year old boy calling his friend’s mom by her first name, but if her assumptions and predictions are correct about the two, he might as well get used to it now, rather than later.
Five
Hearing the front door slam, she looked up from the paper just in time to see Yuto storming up the stairs, his mouth set in an angry scowl as he entered his room with a bang. Quickly getting up, she dashed up the stairs and entered the bedroom, seeing her son lying on the bed with his face buried in his pillow.
Sitting beside him, she ran her fingers through his hair and asked, “What’s wrong, Yuto?”
“Mama,” he whined, rolling over, and she blinked in surprise; he hasn’t called her that in years. “I-” he started, but then stopped, looking away from her and towards Raiya’s bed.
“Did something happen at practice today?” she asked, noticing that his eyes had begun getting teary.
He nodded, sniffling a little.
“Keito is mad at me,” he said quietly, looking back at her and frowning pitifully, “I don’t know how to fix this.”
“Well,” she sighed, wondering what to say; it was clear Yuto didn’t want to tell her the details of why Keito was mad at him, but still wanted advice on how to fix it. “Apologizing is always a good start, and knowing when we’re at fault for something we’ve done wrong,” Yuto winced at this, and she could tell she had hit the nail on the head with that one. “And…just remind Keito how much you value him, and I’m sure he’ll forgive you.”
“Thanks mama,” Yuto sat up and hugged her, his tears drying up.
Later that night, she heard a thump coming from the boys’ room. Getting out of bed, she opened her door and saw Raiya going towards the living room, his blankets clutched in his hands. “Raiya,” she stopped him halfway, looking at his and Yuto’s shared room in confusion, “What are you doing?”
“Keito-kun snuck in through the window,” he shrugged, as if this was a common occurrence, “And nii-chan told me to go sleep on the couch, cause the two of them had a lot of things to talk about and they didn’t want me there.”
“Oh,” she said softly, staring down at her youngest son, “Alright, goodnight then.”
“Night,” Raiya continued his journey and she went back to her room, crawling back into bed with a smile.
“Honey?” her husband stirred beside her, rubbing his eyes tiredly, “Is everything okay?”
She nodded, taking a moment to think of her son and his friend, who she hoped after tonight, wouldn’t be just that anymore; this thing has gone on long enough in her opinion, slowly building up over the years through lengthy phone calls, bruises over dance practice and frequent hang outs and sleepovers.
“It is, go back to bed dear,” she kissed him before settling into the arms, sighing softly as she closed her eyes.
She wondered for a brief moment if the boys would tell her, but then she remembered that they’re seventeen now, so of course, they’ll keep it a secret out of embarrassment and teenage boy awkwardness.
It was okay though, because as long as they’re happy, she’s happy.
Author: hotfruits
Characters: Mama!Nakajima. Okajima. Raiya.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Summary: Mama!Nakajima reflects on her son's close friendship with Keito over the years.
big thanks to my beta dreamweavernyx ♥
written for the okajima fic-a-thon
One
It was nearly four in the morning when her youngest son crawled into bed, his sleepy eyes looking frustrated as his head hit the pillow. “Raiya,” she said softly, careful to not wake her sleeping husband, “What is it, did you have a bad dream?”
Raiya shook his head, “No, Okamoto-kun called and nii-chan is talking to him. They woke me up,” the little boy pouted, snuggling closer to his mother.
She couldn’t help but laugh at her baby’s frustration and pulled him closer, kissing his forehead as his eyes slipped closed. A moment later and his breathing evened out, quiet snores coming from his nose as he slept peacefully.
Closing her eyes as well, she tried to fall back asleep, but found herself unable to, her thoughts drifting back to her oldest son. She knew he’d be exhausted after talking to Keito all night, and wondered if she should go tell him to get off the phone.
She couldn’t bring herself to do it though, not tonight. It’s been a little over a week since Keito left Japan again, and the two have spent every moment they could talking on the phone, during the mornings when Yuto got ready for school, when she picked him up after practice and well into the late hours of the night, smiling happily the whole time.
Yawning, she snuggled closer to Raiya and finally began to fall asleep, her last thoughts before drifting off about Yuto and Keito, and their fierce dependency on each other.
Two
Passing by the boy’s room, she suddenly paused, and took a few steps back, brow raised. Raiya sat in the middle of the room, on top of his mattress, which was joined a second later by Yuto’s, plopping heavily onto the ground next to the other.
“Yuto!” she shouted, entering the room with her hands on her hips, “What are you doing?!”
“Mama,” Yuto squeaked, looking up her nervously as he wrung his hands together. “Um, well, it’s a long story.”
She tapped her foot on the ground, looking at Yuto expectantly.
“Okay,” Yuto cleared his throat, “Um, Keito’s parents are fighting a lot, like a lot a lot, and it’s really making him sad, so I told him he could stay with us for a bit,” Yuto said, his expression worried as he asked, “That’s okay, right?”
She sighed, her anger quickly leaving as he hugged her son, patting his head, “That’s fine dear,” she murmured, tears welling up in her eyes. “Keito needs a good friend like you, during this rough time.”
Yuto nodded, smiling proudly at his mother, his little arms wrapped around her waist, “Thank you mama,” he said, before stepping away from the hug and continuing his task of setting up the new bed space.
She left the room after that, dabbing at her teary eyes. It warmed her heart to see Yuto like this, caring so deeply about his friend. She hopees that Yuto will be able to get Keito through whatever trials face him ahead, because she could tell that for Keito, Yuto was definitely one of the most important people in his life.
She could also tell that Yuto felt the same way.
Three
Leaning against the wall, she watches them quietly, brows furrowed together and her arms across her chest. They’re watching Yamada’s drama together, a big bowl of popcorn settled on Keito’s lap and a few empty cans of soda on the table in front of them.
The scene is entirely innocent, just two friends enjoying a TV show, but it strikes something up within her, something she’s been noticing for years now but hasn’t fully addressed.
There is something there though, in the way the two smile at each other, their eyes lingering for a second longer than what’s considered normal; to be honest, she finds herself reminded of her and her husband, and that sort of easy comfort that comes from loving your best friend.
She doesn’t have the courage though to ask what’s on her mind, and tries to convince herself that they’re only fifteen.
They can’t possibly know what love is yet.
Four
Hearing a knock on the door, she wipes her hands on a dish towel before leaving the kitchen, striding over to the front door and opening it. It’s no surprise to see Keito there, he’s at their house often enough that he even has a few set of spare clothes shoved in Yuto’s closet.
It is weird, though, to see him so early, especially when Yuto hasn’t even gotten out of school yet. Regardless, she invites Keito in and he smiles, toeing off his shoes and setting his bag neatly on the floor.
“How are you today, Nakajima-san?” he asks politely, and she pats his head, ruffling his carefully styled hair.
“How many times do I have to tell you Keito, you don’t have to call me Nakajima-san,” she laughs, walking over to the couch and taking a seat, Keito plopping down next to her, “You’re practically family, you know that.”
“I know,” he blushes, as he always does, looking quietly down at his sock covered feet.
“I’m fine, thank you,” she answers his question, “And you?”
“I’m good, school was let out early after an assembly, so I figured I’d come over and see how Yuto’s first day at Horikoshi went, but I guess I forgot what time they got out,” Keito chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.
“That’s fine, he’ll be home soon I believe. Although, I think Ryosuke might be with him,” she said, and then noticed something strange, a flicker of…what was that, jealously? passing over Keito’s eyes.
“Ah, Yama-chan, cool,” Keito said quickly, and she noticed it more clearly now, the usually gentle boy looking bitterly down at his feet.
She wondered what to say, but her words fell short, so instead she scooted over and hugged him with one arm, trying not to laugh at the look of surprise on his face.
“Nakajima-san-”
“Keito, please,” she interrupts him, “I’ve told you a thousand times to call me by my name.”
She knows it’s unusual to demand this, a sixteen year old boy calling his friend’s mom by her first name, but if her assumptions and predictions are correct about the two, he might as well get used to it now, rather than later.
Five
Hearing the front door slam, she looked up from the paper just in time to see Yuto storming up the stairs, his mouth set in an angry scowl as he entered his room with a bang. Quickly getting up, she dashed up the stairs and entered the bedroom, seeing her son lying on the bed with his face buried in his pillow.
Sitting beside him, she ran her fingers through his hair and asked, “What’s wrong, Yuto?”
“Mama,” he whined, rolling over, and she blinked in surprise; he hasn’t called her that in years. “I-” he started, but then stopped, looking away from her and towards Raiya’s bed.
“Did something happen at practice today?” she asked, noticing that his eyes had begun getting teary.
He nodded, sniffling a little.
“Keito is mad at me,” he said quietly, looking back at her and frowning pitifully, “I don’t know how to fix this.”
“Well,” she sighed, wondering what to say; it was clear Yuto didn’t want to tell her the details of why Keito was mad at him, but still wanted advice on how to fix it. “Apologizing is always a good start, and knowing when we’re at fault for something we’ve done wrong,” Yuto winced at this, and she could tell she had hit the nail on the head with that one. “And…just remind Keito how much you value him, and I’m sure he’ll forgive you.”
“Thanks mama,” Yuto sat up and hugged her, his tears drying up.
Later that night, she heard a thump coming from the boys’ room. Getting out of bed, she opened her door and saw Raiya going towards the living room, his blankets clutched in his hands. “Raiya,” she stopped him halfway, looking at his and Yuto’s shared room in confusion, “What are you doing?”
“Keito-kun snuck in through the window,” he shrugged, as if this was a common occurrence, “And nii-chan told me to go sleep on the couch, cause the two of them had a lot of things to talk about and they didn’t want me there.”
“Oh,” she said softly, staring down at her youngest son, “Alright, goodnight then.”
“Night,” Raiya continued his journey and she went back to her room, crawling back into bed with a smile.
“Honey?” her husband stirred beside her, rubbing his eyes tiredly, “Is everything okay?”
She nodded, taking a moment to think of her son and his friend, who she hoped after tonight, wouldn’t be just that anymore; this thing has gone on long enough in her opinion, slowly building up over the years through lengthy phone calls, bruises over dance practice and frequent hang outs and sleepovers.
“It is, go back to bed dear,” she kissed him before settling into the arms, sighing softly as she closed her eyes.
She wondered for a brief moment if the boys would tell her, but then she remembered that they’re seventeen now, so of course, they’ll keep it a secret out of embarrassment and teenage boy awkwardness.
It was okay though, because as long as they’re happy, she’s happy.