(crazy, cracked, untitled) college drabble au (1/?)
Melonpan
pg. 645. Ninomiya Kazunari, Kuroki Meisa (Horikita Maki, Tegoshi Yuya)
Well, had to write this eventually. The lj was named for them, after all.
Warnings: unbeta’d, ridiculous self-indulgence, first time attempts at writing Arashi (hurrah!)
For tinyangl & calledinvain & (surprisingly) dalampasigan, with love. Thanks for keeping me sane and laughing, girls, hope I give back even the littlest bit to you. ♥
With special thanks to anamuan for the dorm naming help.
How Sho got him to trek all the way to the Momiji Dormitory to pick up Art History notes when the new Dragon Quest was just released is beyond Nino’s comprehension. Especially since Sho’s the one with the gigantic crush on Maki. But, he supposes, he’s just that noble and generous of a person and a friend. And Sho’s keeping his controller hostage until he gets back.
It’s with these two thoughts in mind Nino walks up to room 505 and knocks impatiently on the door.
“Hey, I’m here for-” The words die on his lips as a slender woman wearing nothing but red short-shorts and a towel around her neck appears before him. She’s rumpling damp hair with her right hand and smells like everything good in the world rolled into one sweet, heavenly package. Then her eyes widen and she smiles. “Oh, you’re Maki’s friend, right? Come in, come in, she’ll be here soon.”
She slinks back into the cozy living room and he can’t help but stare after her; his head is attached to his collarbone by the time she turns around and laughs, bemused. “Don’t be a stranger now.”
He closes the door behind him and seats himself onto the couch, surreptitiously pinching an arm behind his back when she disappears into a room. When he remains awake and she re-enters the room, towel still around her neck, Nino congratulates himself, yet again, for being such a good friend.
“So.”
“Hey, can I ask you kind of a personal question?” She’s seated next to him in an instant, gazing up through a forest of long, dark eyelashes, with her hands on her knees, pressing her-towel closer together.
“O-Of course.”
“I wouldn’t ask if you weren’t-you know-not that I have anything against it, definitely not. I mean, if I had just met you on the street I wouldn’t have known-there were tons at my old college.” Nino doesn’t really understand what she’s talking about, is really just nodding to the rhythm of her lips, but then she pulls the towel clean off and he deftly pinches his leg before looking at her.
“Do you think my breasts are too uneven?”
“Eh?” His eyes travel slowly, incredulously, to her face.
She huffs a little and gathers her hair behind her neck. “Are my breasts too uneven? My friends used to tease me about them all the time, but you know, I was the only one not stuffing my bras.” The last part is muttered under her breath. “Well? What do you think?”
“Honey, if a man gets to look at your breasts, uniformity will be the last thing on his mind.” And possibly coherence. The words come out of his mouth before he can really help it, but it seems to be the right answer since her eyes light up and she engulfs him into a tight, very tight, hug.
And this is the exact moment Maki walks in with a very pretty blond boy in tow.
“M-Meisa? Nino?!”
“Nino?” Meisa asks, pulling back from him with the most horrified expression on her. “You mean you’re not Tegoshi?!”
“I’m Tegoshi!” the pretty blond boy exclaims cheerfully, despite Maki’s warning glance.
“No?” He tries his most disarming grin, but it seems to only infuriate her further.
“And you’re not gay!?” She’s standing now, and shaking, but for all her rage she still hasn’t remembered the towel so-they bounce. And it’s a split second before he realizes he should be looking at her face full of murderous intent, or even her hands, or at least the large, blunt objects in said hands.
“GET OUT!”
*
Her name is Meisa, and she smells like pan. Melonpan.
It’s with these two thoughts in mind that Nino forgets completely about Art History and Dragon Quest and wanders over to his favorite bakery.