It's How the Sunshine Smell - ONESHOT!
Title: It's How the Sunshine Smell
Author: mirazuki_yuuri
Pairing/Subject: Keito x Matsui Jurina, TakaRu, TamaKoji, Miyata
Rating: PG-13
Genre: fluff, crack
Summary: A rainy day, an umbrella, a girl, a smile.
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys...or their ass..(okay,maybe I'm plotting something that involves kidnapping Keito and marry him everyday before I sleep XD)
A/N note: Unbeta-ed. Typos and any grammatical error are to be expected.
A drop of water touches my nose and few blinks, I am already soaked wet. And this is my last set of clean clothes. The sudden blockade of the wetness makes me turn to my right side. She smiles and I do that as well. And we stay like that until the rain stops completely. Not even a word being said.
“There’s some panadol in the drawer. And some tranquilizer if it’s worse too,” my housemate calls out from living room. A shot of what-the-hell-are you-talking-about stare and he replies with a big grin, with hands pointing at the balcony. Where the freshly washed clothes hanging, begging to be dried by the scorching sunlight.
“At least I do wash my clothes once a week, unlike some people. Just continue making out with Flea if you want your head still intact by the end of the day.” He’s Hikaru, a bit older than me but we’re friends. I’d like to consider him as an older brother if he at least tries to be more matured. By matured, I mean not pranking every girl in vicinity or trying to be cool by dying his hair freaking blonde.
There are another two dorks and they’re out for shopping. The front door creaks open and Miyacchi comes in, followed close by Tamachan. Speaking of the devils. Miyacchi loads the groceries back onto the kitchen counter before joining Hikaru in front of TV. Tamachan approaches me and gives out that out-of-place smile.
“What?” I ask, feeling queasy with the beam. He leans close and whispers something.
“Rea-” he closes my mouth before I can shriek. That means neither Miyacchi nor Hikaru know. I give him a knowing look. He stands still momentarily, timely with Hikaru and Miyacchi slip in their shoes. I glance at the clock, its 5 already and they’re out for the usual dog walk. When Kiki’s bark is out of our hearing range, Tamachan pulls me to the couch excitedly.
“Who’s she?” He doesn’t answer but decides to playing with the hem of my shirt and blushing. Oh god.
“You’re not a freaking highschool girl so spill it all out before the maniacs come home,” I roll my eyes.
He takes out a picture from his ridiculously pink wallet, a tall girl with prominent ears and cute smile. I know her! She’s in our department, famous for his beauty (of course) and her acting talent. How come she actually agrees to be Tamachan’s -the biggest dork in Tokyo University’s history- girlfriend?
“Hika and Miyacchi can’t know about this or I’ll be their laughing stock for the rest of my life,” he reminds me for nth times.
“And why exactly did you take me with you on your first date, Tamamori-san?”
“Cos you love me?” I smack him hard on head. The café is so crowded and decorated all pink and frilly, reminds me to the scene when Harry went with Cho for their first date (I’m a proud Harry Potter otaku, shut up). It’s Valentine and oh- there she comes. She’s a lot prettier in real life. I’ve only seen her on pictures, honestly.
“Ah, you must be Keito-kun! I’m Kojima Haruna,” Tamachan nudges my ribs and I bow a little, “Yuta-kun tells a lot about you. “
“I bet he’s nattering about me,” I test her.
“Well, he said that you’re the youngest but the most reliable one.” I felt a small lump of proud budding in my heart.
We keep on chattering. Haru-chan (she doesn’t want people calling her with -san) is talkative and she likes music, so yeah. Half an hour passes and still no one takes our order so I volunteer myself to place an order at the counter. Well, partially because I want him to have some moments with her.
“A slice of black forest, two cups of mocha latté and an iced cocoa, table 4 please,” I wring out the words in one breath. The waiter jots down the order. Minutes pass and I sit on the stool at the counter. No one in their right mind will disturb that lovey-dovey moment of the new lovebirds. Okay, maybe Hikaru will.
A glass of iced cocoa is shoved towards me and its coldness makes my skin stings. I look up to the culprit. “I guess you just want to sit here. You might want to save your eyes from whatsoever that is going to happen in this café. It’s Valentine and people just want to make out on this day. Seriously.”
I’m sure I’d seen her somewhere but quickly toss the thought to the back of my head and smile at her remarks. She’s a girl with loud voice and lots of words. I don’t even reply but she seems okay with the silence exchange. At least I don’t scoff and lend her my ears.
And she was right about the making out thing. Haru-chan is sitting on Tamachan’s lap and those two are too engrossed with their lip-locking session. And so are the others.
“My shifts over, if you want to get out of this place,” she appears put of nowhere and already changed into more casual wear. I follow her steps, out of the café. I’ll just mail Tamachan later.
We huddle up at the table in the study room, noses buried in those thick books. Exams are due in 2 more weeks and we have at least 6 subjects each. I look up from the dizzying words to see the progress of the others. Miyacchi has finished the 5th chapter of his Microbiology book; Tamachan’s notes are full of doodles and incoherent drawings, which I suspect the design of a café and Hikaru…
“Oi! Wake up! You’re mapping the book with your dribbles!” I give him a one good smack across his back. He stumbles out of chair and falls on the carpet with a loud thud.
“What the hell did you do that for?!! I’m not sleeping for Flea-sake!!” he tries to pinch me, which I dodge skillfully.
“And the obaa-chan next door is a pilot,” Miyacchi sneers under his thick glasses.
Tamachan suddenly closes his book (a little too loud) and speaks, “I’m dead boring. Let’s have a short 5 or anything.” Hikaru disappears to the kitchen, considering the loud clanking noise and the sound of the fridge door pushed closed. After a bottle of melon soda each, we’re ready to resume the study when Hikaru speaks out loud the only thing that I don’t wanna talk about at the moment.
“So?” 4 pairs of eyes (Miyacchi is wearing glasses so it’s considered 2 pairs) are piercing right through me.
“Look, guys. I don’t even know her name,” I successfully lie, which makes their eyes almost popped out from the socket. Miyacchi looks apprehensive, Tamachan tries so hard not to snort and Hikaru, as usual is laughing his heart out. All it takes is a kick right on his shin to make him stop.
“You’ve been seeing her for what-” Tamachan raises 3 fingers, “3 months and you don’t even know her name? Nice, Okamoto. Just nice,” Hikaru shakes his head disapprovingly.
“Literally seeing her. She works at the café, it’s unavoidable,” I defend myself, of course. There’s no way I will let these 3 idiots making me feel like a loser. They even come out with thousands ways on how to get a girl’s heart. Like I need those.
It’s Saturday and I have been looking forward to sleep on this fine day. But then, I have to pay the price of having those 3 as friends. They force me out of bed and drag me all the way here.
“Come on man! Its weekend and we’re out of the boring house! Stop looking like Kiki had thrown up on your hair!”
“I don’t mind other places. But what the hell are we doing in a fucking lingerie store? You guys aren’t growing tits behind my back, no?”
“Maybe Hikaru does, to have that singer- What’s his name again?” Miyacchi asks to no one in particular, but I offer him the aid by mouthing the answer, “Yuya’s attention. Heard he’s so into girls with big boobs.”
We expect Hikaru to blurt out his counter-attacks but to our disappointment, he suddenly zips his mouth shut. Sulking. Oh god, a pouting blonde goofball is not a nice sight to behold. It’s creepy. Tamachan then admits that he’s the one insisted to come here. To get Haru-chan present for their first monthsarry. Another freak.
4 young men in a lingerie shop attract too much attention that I’m starting to feel suffocated. After going through a whole shop, (to my relief) he finally settles with a pair of bright red lacy lingerie and smiles all the way out of the shop as if Christmas comes early.
The other two make up eventually, not without Hikaru making Miyacchi promises him to do his laundry for a week. Having nothing else in mind, we just walk in the mall aimlessly. That, until something has my sheer attention. And a face flashes upon my eyes.
“You guys get going first, I’ll catch up later,” and I leave without giving any chance for their interrogation. I just want to get my hands on it.
When the invigilator announces that the time’s up, I can feel a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. Finally, after weeks of torture and sleepless night, my life is back.
“Hey big boy! Dean list for you yeah?” Hikaru materializes out of nowhere and jumping straightly on my back. Unwillingly, I piggyback him all the way to the café. The hell with the stares and whatnot, every single student in this university should know by now that Hikaru is a monkey. No one could ever stop him. Or there is someone.
“Hi there Yuya-kun~” I call the brunette, who just happen to pass in front of me in sugary singsong tone. Which makes Hikaru quickly hops off me.
“Keito! Haven’t seen you for a while,” the older boy addresses me. I can literally feel the heat evaporating from Hikaru’s body. God, he’s blushing like hell. I’m sure Yuya-kun already knows this monkey, but just in case…
“This is Hikaru, my bestfriend. Hikaru, this is Yuya-kun. We’re together in music club,” I try to sound as normal as possible because Yuya-kun is currently staring at the blushing Hikaru like some sort of predator. Crashing my brain for an excuse, I see some sweets on the counter and bingo! Cupid mode=ON.
“Shot! I forgot that I have an appointment with my dentist today! Yuya-kun, can you please send Hikaru home? He tends to get lost a lot.” I turn around and wink at Hikaru when Yuya-kun nods readily.
Only when I exit the gate I remember I don’t have my keys with me today. Tamachan is out with Haru-chan and Miyacchi said something about visiting his uncle this morning. Seems like I need to find a place to kill some time before one of the guys comes back.
“If the book could talk, you’ll hear how he mocks you for gluing your face to it all day long,” my eyes jerks open as the familiar voice snickers.
It’s her.
“What are you doing here?” I ask her after all the shocks reside.
“Oh, didn’t know that this park is only for you and your book,” she replies, voice loads with sarcasm and a little bit of… I don’t know. Vexed, maybe?
I throw her an apologetic look and that doesn’t get through her. Putting her bag aside, she leans to the big tree and closes her eyes. And that’s when my eyes catch something hanging around her neck.
“You know if you go on staring at me like you wanna eat me, I might as well shouting for help now,” she mutters, eyes still close. I quickly change the direction of my sight and I’m sure there’s a teeny weenie shade of red decorating my cheeks.
“You haven’t been to café for weeks. Exams?” she strikes up after almost half an hour of muted sounds. I nod. It’s been 7 weeks to be exact. Since our lecturers gave out thousand of tutorials and pre-examination tests.
“And by the way, thanks for this necklace,” her hands trace the silver chain with the teddy bear pendant around her long neck. I look away before muttering you’re welcome. You’re not supposed to blush Keito, that’s her job.
The guys’ words from the other day float in my head. All the what ifs follow suit and I find myself asphyxiated. “If you want to confess, do it already. I don’t have all day, you know,” her voice breaks my trance. And my mouth let out an involuntary ‘eh?’
I should know by now about her being the impatient one so I won’t freak out when she leans in and touches my lips with her soft pliant one.
“There, you love me and I have all the reasons in the world to love you too.” Again, for god sake Keito, don’t blush. I look into her inviting eyes and a sudden valor has me pinning her down for another kiss, a rather sensual this time.
I trace her lower lips with my tongue, her silent moans granting the access I need. Only when our hemoglobins scream to be fed with oxygen that we pull away from each other.
“You steal my confession, Matsui-san.”
“Entirely your fault for being so slow.” She leans on my chest, awakening my every sense. She smells just like sunshine. My forehead frowns as she looks up to me, with the same puppy-eyes Hikaru flashes whenever he wants something.
“Why do you love me anyway?” As if my face is not red enough. She pokes me hard on the ribs when I fail to utter any words.
“Tell me.” Another set of eyelashes batting. Oh my. I end up with a manipulative girlfriend.
“The smile under the umbrella on one fine rainy day,” I come clean.
“How lame is that?” she laughs her heart out but I catch the tinge of happiness in her eyes.
It's nice being in love, ain't it?
P/S - to my pervy buddy Sami (burnttangerine), sorry for not posting the YamaRyu one. Still not finished :( I'll put it up when it's done XDD. N I'M SOO GONNA MISH U WHEN CLASSES START!
To Rei (ichigocherry), nothing. Just feel like writing ur name. If you know what I mean...
Sorry for the lameness. I just want to post something before my classes start :)
Any shoes, heels or sneakers for me?
Author: mirazuki_yuuri
Pairing/Subject: Keito x Matsui Jurina, TakaRu, TamaKoji, Miyata
Rating: PG-13
Genre: fluff, crack
Summary: A rainy day, an umbrella, a girl, a smile.
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys...or their ass..(okay,maybe I'm plotting something that involves kidnapping Keito and marry him everyday before I sleep XD)
A/N note: Unbeta-ed. Typos and any grammatical error are to be expected.
A drop of water touches my nose and few blinks, I am already soaked wet. And this is my last set of clean clothes. The sudden blockade of the wetness makes me turn to my right side. She smiles and I do that as well. And we stay like that until the rain stops completely. Not even a word being said.
“There’s some panadol in the drawer. And some tranquilizer if it’s worse too,” my housemate calls out from living room. A shot of what-the-hell-are you-talking-about stare and he replies with a big grin, with hands pointing at the balcony. Where the freshly washed clothes hanging, begging to be dried by the scorching sunlight.
“At least I do wash my clothes once a week, unlike some people. Just continue making out with Flea if you want your head still intact by the end of the day.” He’s Hikaru, a bit older than me but we’re friends. I’d like to consider him as an older brother if he at least tries to be more matured. By matured, I mean not pranking every girl in vicinity or trying to be cool by dying his hair freaking blonde.
There are another two dorks and they’re out for shopping. The front door creaks open and Miyacchi comes in, followed close by Tamachan. Speaking of the devils. Miyacchi loads the groceries back onto the kitchen counter before joining Hikaru in front of TV. Tamachan approaches me and gives out that out-of-place smile.
“What?” I ask, feeling queasy with the beam. He leans close and whispers something.
“Rea-” he closes my mouth before I can shriek. That means neither Miyacchi nor Hikaru know. I give him a knowing look. He stands still momentarily, timely with Hikaru and Miyacchi slip in their shoes. I glance at the clock, its 5 already and they’re out for the usual dog walk. When Kiki’s bark is out of our hearing range, Tamachan pulls me to the couch excitedly.
“Who’s she?” He doesn’t answer but decides to playing with the hem of my shirt and blushing. Oh god.
“You’re not a freaking highschool girl so spill it all out before the maniacs come home,” I roll my eyes.
He takes out a picture from his ridiculously pink wallet, a tall girl with prominent ears and cute smile. I know her! She’s in our department, famous for his beauty (of course) and her acting talent. How come she actually agrees to be Tamachan’s -the biggest dork in Tokyo University’s history- girlfriend?
“Hika and Miyacchi can’t know about this or I’ll be their laughing stock for the rest of my life,” he reminds me for nth times.
“And why exactly did you take me with you on your first date, Tamamori-san?”
“Cos you love me?” I smack him hard on head. The café is so crowded and decorated all pink and frilly, reminds me to the scene when Harry went with Cho for their first date (I’m a proud Harry Potter otaku, shut up). It’s Valentine and oh- there she comes. She’s a lot prettier in real life. I’ve only seen her on pictures, honestly.
“Ah, you must be Keito-kun! I’m Kojima Haruna,” Tamachan nudges my ribs and I bow a little, “Yuta-kun tells a lot about you. “
“I bet he’s nattering about me,” I test her.
“Well, he said that you’re the youngest but the most reliable one.” I felt a small lump of proud budding in my heart.
We keep on chattering. Haru-chan (she doesn’t want people calling her with -san) is talkative and she likes music, so yeah. Half an hour passes and still no one takes our order so I volunteer myself to place an order at the counter. Well, partially because I want him to have some moments with her.
“A slice of black forest, two cups of mocha latté and an iced cocoa, table 4 please,” I wring out the words in one breath. The waiter jots down the order. Minutes pass and I sit on the stool at the counter. No one in their right mind will disturb that lovey-dovey moment of the new lovebirds. Okay, maybe Hikaru will.
A glass of iced cocoa is shoved towards me and its coldness makes my skin stings. I look up to the culprit. “I guess you just want to sit here. You might want to save your eyes from whatsoever that is going to happen in this café. It’s Valentine and people just want to make out on this day. Seriously.”
I’m sure I’d seen her somewhere but quickly toss the thought to the back of my head and smile at her remarks. She’s a girl with loud voice and lots of words. I don’t even reply but she seems okay with the silence exchange. At least I don’t scoff and lend her my ears.
And she was right about the making out thing. Haru-chan is sitting on Tamachan’s lap and those two are too engrossed with their lip-locking session. And so are the others.
“My shifts over, if you want to get out of this place,” she appears put of nowhere and already changed into more casual wear. I follow her steps, out of the café. I’ll just mail Tamachan later.
We huddle up at the table in the study room, noses buried in those thick books. Exams are due in 2 more weeks and we have at least 6 subjects each. I look up from the dizzying words to see the progress of the others. Miyacchi has finished the 5th chapter of his Microbiology book; Tamachan’s notes are full of doodles and incoherent drawings, which I suspect the design of a café and Hikaru…
“Oi! Wake up! You’re mapping the book with your dribbles!” I give him a one good smack across his back. He stumbles out of chair and falls on the carpet with a loud thud.
“What the hell did you do that for?!! I’m not sleeping for Flea-sake!!” he tries to pinch me, which I dodge skillfully.
“And the obaa-chan next door is a pilot,” Miyacchi sneers under his thick glasses.
Tamachan suddenly closes his book (a little too loud) and speaks, “I’m dead boring. Let’s have a short 5 or anything.” Hikaru disappears to the kitchen, considering the loud clanking noise and the sound of the fridge door pushed closed. After a bottle of melon soda each, we’re ready to resume the study when Hikaru speaks out loud the only thing that I don’t wanna talk about at the moment.
“So?” 4 pairs of eyes (Miyacchi is wearing glasses so it’s considered 2 pairs) are piercing right through me.
“Look, guys. I don’t even know her name,” I successfully lie, which makes their eyes almost popped out from the socket. Miyacchi looks apprehensive, Tamachan tries so hard not to snort and Hikaru, as usual is laughing his heart out. All it takes is a kick right on his shin to make him stop.
“You’ve been seeing her for what-” Tamachan raises 3 fingers, “3 months and you don’t even know her name? Nice, Okamoto. Just nice,” Hikaru shakes his head disapprovingly.
“Literally seeing her. She works at the café, it’s unavoidable,” I defend myself, of course. There’s no way I will let these 3 idiots making me feel like a loser. They even come out with thousands ways on how to get a girl’s heart. Like I need those.
It’s Saturday and I have been looking forward to sleep on this fine day. But then, I have to pay the price of having those 3 as friends. They force me out of bed and drag me all the way here.
“Come on man! Its weekend and we’re out of the boring house! Stop looking like Kiki had thrown up on your hair!”
“I don’t mind other places. But what the hell are we doing in a fucking lingerie store? You guys aren’t growing tits behind my back, no?”
“Maybe Hikaru does, to have that singer- What’s his name again?” Miyacchi asks to no one in particular, but I offer him the aid by mouthing the answer, “Yuya’s attention. Heard he’s so into girls with big boobs.”
We expect Hikaru to blurt out his counter-attacks but to our disappointment, he suddenly zips his mouth shut. Sulking. Oh god, a pouting blonde goofball is not a nice sight to behold. It’s creepy. Tamachan then admits that he’s the one insisted to come here. To get Haru-chan present for their first monthsarry. Another freak.
4 young men in a lingerie shop attract too much attention that I’m starting to feel suffocated. After going through a whole shop, (to my relief) he finally settles with a pair of bright red lacy lingerie and smiles all the way out of the shop as if Christmas comes early.
The other two make up eventually, not without Hikaru making Miyacchi promises him to do his laundry for a week. Having nothing else in mind, we just walk in the mall aimlessly. That, until something has my sheer attention. And a face flashes upon my eyes.
“You guys get going first, I’ll catch up later,” and I leave without giving any chance for their interrogation. I just want to get my hands on it.
When the invigilator announces that the time’s up, I can feel a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. Finally, after weeks of torture and sleepless night, my life is back.
“Hey big boy! Dean list for you yeah?” Hikaru materializes out of nowhere and jumping straightly on my back. Unwillingly, I piggyback him all the way to the café. The hell with the stares and whatnot, every single student in this university should know by now that Hikaru is a monkey. No one could ever stop him. Or there is someone.
“Hi there Yuya-kun~” I call the brunette, who just happen to pass in front of me in sugary singsong tone. Which makes Hikaru quickly hops off me.
“Keito! Haven’t seen you for a while,” the older boy addresses me. I can literally feel the heat evaporating from Hikaru’s body. God, he’s blushing like hell. I’m sure Yuya-kun already knows this monkey, but just in case…
“This is Hikaru, my bestfriend. Hikaru, this is Yuya-kun. We’re together in music club,” I try to sound as normal as possible because Yuya-kun is currently staring at the blushing Hikaru like some sort of predator. Crashing my brain for an excuse, I see some sweets on the counter and bingo! Cupid mode=ON.
“Shot! I forgot that I have an appointment with my dentist today! Yuya-kun, can you please send Hikaru home? He tends to get lost a lot.” I turn around and wink at Hikaru when Yuya-kun nods readily.
Only when I exit the gate I remember I don’t have my keys with me today. Tamachan is out with Haru-chan and Miyacchi said something about visiting his uncle this morning. Seems like I need to find a place to kill some time before one of the guys comes back.
“If the book could talk, you’ll hear how he mocks you for gluing your face to it all day long,” my eyes jerks open as the familiar voice snickers.
It’s her.
“What are you doing here?” I ask her after all the shocks reside.
“Oh, didn’t know that this park is only for you and your book,” she replies, voice loads with sarcasm and a little bit of… I don’t know. Vexed, maybe?
I throw her an apologetic look and that doesn’t get through her. Putting her bag aside, she leans to the big tree and closes her eyes. And that’s when my eyes catch something hanging around her neck.
“You know if you go on staring at me like you wanna eat me, I might as well shouting for help now,” she mutters, eyes still close. I quickly change the direction of my sight and I’m sure there’s a teeny weenie shade of red decorating my cheeks.
“You haven’t been to café for weeks. Exams?” she strikes up after almost half an hour of muted sounds. I nod. It’s been 7 weeks to be exact. Since our lecturers gave out thousand of tutorials and pre-examination tests.
“And by the way, thanks for this necklace,” her hands trace the silver chain with the teddy bear pendant around her long neck. I look away before muttering you’re welcome. You’re not supposed to blush Keito, that’s her job.
The guys’ words from the other day float in my head. All the what ifs follow suit and I find myself asphyxiated. “If you want to confess, do it already. I don’t have all day, you know,” her voice breaks my trance. And my mouth let out an involuntary ‘eh?’
I should know by now about her being the impatient one so I won’t freak out when she leans in and touches my lips with her soft pliant one.
“There, you love me and I have all the reasons in the world to love you too.” Again, for god sake Keito, don’t blush. I look into her inviting eyes and a sudden valor has me pinning her down for another kiss, a rather sensual this time.
I trace her lower lips with my tongue, her silent moans granting the access I need. Only when our hemoglobins scream to be fed with oxygen that we pull away from each other.
“You steal my confession, Matsui-san.”
“Entirely your fault for being so slow.” She leans on my chest, awakening my every sense. She smells just like sunshine. My forehead frowns as she looks up to me, with the same puppy-eyes Hikaru flashes whenever he wants something.
“Why do you love me anyway?” As if my face is not red enough. She pokes me hard on the ribs when I fail to utter any words.
“Tell me.” Another set of eyelashes batting. Oh my. I end up with a manipulative girlfriend.
“The smile under the umbrella on one fine rainy day,” I come clean.
“How lame is that?” she laughs her heart out but I catch the tinge of happiness in her eyes.
It's nice being in love, ain't it?
P/S - to my pervy buddy Sami (burnttangerine), sorry for not posting the YamaRyu one. Still not finished :( I'll put it up when it's done XDD. N I'M SOO GONNA MISH U WHEN CLASSES START!
To Rei (ichigocherry), nothing. Just feel like writing ur name. If you know what I mean...
Sorry for the lameness. I just want to post something before my classes start :)
Any shoes, heels or sneakers for me?