material
I've had a rough day. Someone hug me. D: SO WHAT DO I DO? I drown myself in ShishiTori. *drowns happily*
OTL I think I ruined their characterization here. I have no idea why I just couldn't get it right. xD;;
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Title: Material
Author: ieatchu / shikanashi_kk
Rating: PG or K+
Word Count: 742
Pairing: ShishiTori, Silver Pair
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis and all of its characters do not and never will belong to me.
Summary: In which Choutarou was not a material boyfriend, and Shishido wants him to be.
m a t e r i a l
Choutarou never asked for things. He showered Shishido with little gifts - be it that little keychain of a tennis racket, or that cell phone strap in that little store by the train station - that never failed to make his sempai flush and stutter, but he himself never asked for things. Granted, Shishido would always yell at him on why he was wasting his money, but Choutarou never paid it any mind, because he’d always find the keychain dangling from his sempai’s tennis bag the next day, or find the phone strap hanging from Shishido’s phone.
Shishido was irritated at the fact that his kohai never asked anything from him. After all, he was a sempai. He was more than ready to give anything that his kohai asked for. (His virginity included, but that was another story.)
So when Shishido’s mother ordered them to do the groceries one Saturday afternoon since they were doing nothing other than playing video games, he took the chance to look for something that he thought Choutarou would like.
The first thing that actually caught his eye was this checkered, black and white scarf that he saw as they were just finishing the groceries. Choutarou seemed like the checkered type of guy, even if Shishido had no idea just what a checkered type of guy was. After all, it was already November, and it was nearing winter already. Come to think of it, why wasn't Choutarou wearing a scarf now? The sun was slowly going down in the horizon. It was cold.
He shifted his gaze a bit, looking from the corner of his eye to peek if Choutarou had any scarf on or not. None. Shishido frowned. Then looking again, he realized with a small cheer of joy that Choutarou was staring at the scarf intently as well, which meant that he actually showed interest on the item.
There, Shishido thought with a smile as he gathered up their groceries. Problem solved.
Not.
“Is this for real?” Shishido wanted to laugh, if only the whole situation didn’t seem awkward. Choutarou certainly didn’t feel the awkwardness. He chuckled, shoulders shaking with mirth, grinning big and resisting the urge to laugh out loud.
Shishido stared at the paper bag in his arms, then at the paper bag in Choutarou’s, both carrying the same item. He groaned, “But I thought,” he started, but he paused, before shaking his head, the words dying in his throat. “Right.” He scowled. “So lame.”
Choutarou grinned, “Well, Shishido-san was staring at it so much, so I thought that you wanted it.” He admitted, raising the paper bag.
Shishido frowned, “This is your entire fault, you know.” He said, starting to grin a bit. It really was funny. Still lame, though. “If only you’d just give up the polite act and just point at something when you want it.” He lectured, “If you wanted a Hello Kitty doll that costs a thousand yen, then I’d buy it for you, you know.” He rolled his eyes, smirking at the image.
Shishido knew the boy found the kitty cute. Choutarou flushed at that, hastily swerving the subject away, “But Shishido-san, you know I rarely find something I really want.”
“No way!” Shishido raised an eyebrow, “You’re like… a saint.” He snorted.
“It’s true!” Choutarou protested, “I rarely shop, which is why I like buying stuff for Shishido-san.” His cheeks were tinted as he said so, but he continued, “Besides,” he started, before pausing for a bit, “I’m happy as long as Shishido-san can give his time to me. Since you’re in high school already, it’s hard to find time with each other, so I’m happy every time I see Shishido-san. That’s really…” he swallowed, cheeks flaming, “That’s my selfishness.”
Shishido turned bright red, the shade turning darker with each word that left Choutarou’s lips. “Don’t…” he mumbled, turning away in an effort to hide his burning face, “Don’t say such embarrassing things.” He muttered, but as he looked to his side and saw the wide smile on his kohai’s face, he’d be lying if he said there were no butterflies fluttering in his stomach.
Gakuto had laughed and clutched at his side during one of the parties that Atobe still loved to hold, gasping as Shishido and Choutarou entered the room and came into view. “Oh, god, matching scarves! That’s just priceless!”
Shishido would have punched him if only he didn’t have Choutarou’s hand in his own.
e n d
About the virginity thing... >>;; DID YOU REALLY THINK that I could have resisted? xD;; *bricked*
Comments are love, yes? ;3
OTL I think I ruined their characterization here. I have no idea why I just couldn't get it right. xD;;
♥ friend this little writing journal of mine? ;]
Title: Material
Author: ieatchu / shikanashi_kk
Rating: PG or K+
Word Count: 742
Pairing: ShishiTori, Silver Pair
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis and all of its characters do not and never will belong to me.
Summary: In which Choutarou was not a material boyfriend, and Shishido wants him to be.
m a t e r i a l
Choutarou never asked for things. He showered Shishido with little gifts - be it that little keychain of a tennis racket, or that cell phone strap in that little store by the train station - that never failed to make his sempai flush and stutter, but he himself never asked for things. Granted, Shishido would always yell at him on why he was wasting his money, but Choutarou never paid it any mind, because he’d always find the keychain dangling from his sempai’s tennis bag the next day, or find the phone strap hanging from Shishido’s phone.
Shishido was irritated at the fact that his kohai never asked anything from him. After all, he was a sempai. He was more than ready to give anything that his kohai asked for. (His virginity included, but that was another story.)
So when Shishido’s mother ordered them to do the groceries one Saturday afternoon since they were doing nothing other than playing video games, he took the chance to look for something that he thought Choutarou would like.
The first thing that actually caught his eye was this checkered, black and white scarf that he saw as they were just finishing the groceries. Choutarou seemed like the checkered type of guy, even if Shishido had no idea just what a checkered type of guy was. After all, it was already November, and it was nearing winter already. Come to think of it, why wasn't Choutarou wearing a scarf now? The sun was slowly going down in the horizon. It was cold.
He shifted his gaze a bit, looking from the corner of his eye to peek if Choutarou had any scarf on or not. None. Shishido frowned. Then looking again, he realized with a small cheer of joy that Choutarou was staring at the scarf intently as well, which meant that he actually showed interest on the item.
There, Shishido thought with a smile as he gathered up their groceries. Problem solved.
Not.
“Is this for real?” Shishido wanted to laugh, if only the whole situation didn’t seem awkward. Choutarou certainly didn’t feel the awkwardness. He chuckled, shoulders shaking with mirth, grinning big and resisting the urge to laugh out loud.
Shishido stared at the paper bag in his arms, then at the paper bag in Choutarou’s, both carrying the same item. He groaned, “But I thought,” he started, but he paused, before shaking his head, the words dying in his throat. “Right.” He scowled. “So lame.”
Choutarou grinned, “Well, Shishido-san was staring at it so much, so I thought that you wanted it.” He admitted, raising the paper bag.
Shishido frowned, “This is your entire fault, you know.” He said, starting to grin a bit. It really was funny. Still lame, though. “If only you’d just give up the polite act and just point at something when you want it.” He lectured, “If you wanted a Hello Kitty doll that costs a thousand yen, then I’d buy it for you, you know.” He rolled his eyes, smirking at the image.
Shishido knew the boy found the kitty cute. Choutarou flushed at that, hastily swerving the subject away, “But Shishido-san, you know I rarely find something I really want.”
“No way!” Shishido raised an eyebrow, “You’re like… a saint.” He snorted.
“It’s true!” Choutarou protested, “I rarely shop, which is why I like buying stuff for Shishido-san.” His cheeks were tinted as he said so, but he continued, “Besides,” he started, before pausing for a bit, “I’m happy as long as Shishido-san can give his time to me. Since you’re in high school already, it’s hard to find time with each other, so I’m happy every time I see Shishido-san. That’s really…” he swallowed, cheeks flaming, “That’s my selfishness.”
Shishido turned bright red, the shade turning darker with each word that left Choutarou’s lips. “Don’t…” he mumbled, turning away in an effort to hide his burning face, “Don’t say such embarrassing things.” He muttered, but as he looked to his side and saw the wide smile on his kohai’s face, he’d be lying if he said there were no butterflies fluttering in his stomach.
Gakuto had laughed and clutched at his side during one of the parties that Atobe still loved to hold, gasping as Shishido and Choutarou entered the room and came into view. “Oh, god, matching scarves! That’s just priceless!”
Shishido would have punched him if only he didn’t have Choutarou’s hand in his own.
e n d
About the virginity thing... >>;; DID YOU REALLY THINK that I could have resisted? xD;; *bricked*
Comments are love, yes? ;3