Settling In
Title: Settling In
Author: nidesux a.k.a moi
Length: One shot. 1.1k words.
Pairing: Aiba x Ninomiya a.k.a Aimiya
Genre: Fluff
Rating: G
Summary: It was a very memorable moving day for Aiba Masaki.
Note: I've been so asdfghjkl over aimiya these days so this was conjured up when I woke up from my nap. Fiction only. Unbeta'ed. Comments are always appreciated!
Edited 10/02/16
A relieved sigh escaped Masaki’s lips as he finished unpacking some of his stuff in the bedroom. He adjusted a few more things here and there before dragging himself to the mess that is his new living room. Countless boxes were everywhere. Some stacked on other boxes while some are already opened but left untouched. And for once in his life, Masaki questioned why he had so much stuff in the first place.
Feeling rather hungry already, he decided to unpack the stuff needed in the kitchen and dining area first. He opened the box that had the label “Kitchen” on it, and then pulled out some of his pots, pans, and utensils. He made sure first that the places he was about to place them at were clean. Afterwards, he opened the box that had the label “food” on it. A sigh left his lips once he saw that he only had a few packs of ramen and some fruit. Masaki cleaned up around the kitchen, unpacked everything out and placed everything in the right place first before cooking.
In the end, he decided that he’ll be getting some rest after eating and would just finish unpacking the day after.
“Itadakima-“
The sound of his doorbell ringing cut him off. He thought it was his neighbor’s doorbell at first, but the realization hit him that his apartment had some distance from the next one; he got up to answer his door (because whoever was ringing it was very impatient).
Masaki looked through his peephole, thinking it was one of his friends coming to visit already. But he was greeted with the sight of a stranger. Said stranger was still ringing on his doorbell.
“Uh, may I help you?” Masaki asked the moment he opened the door. The man muttered something like “took you long enough”, but he chose to let it slide.
“I don’t know how to say this but,” the stranger began. “There’s a rare Pokémon inside your apartment.”
“What?”
“I said,” the man sighed. “There’s a rare Pok-“
“I know what you said,” Masaki laughed rather awkwardly. “Is that all you came here for?”
“Yep. Good thing you haven’t caught it yet,” the stranger smirked. “May I?”
“I’m not letting a stranger inside my house,” he said. “And I don’t play Pokémon.”
The shorter male stared at him as if he had grown two heads. It made Masaki uncomfortable. He lifted a questioning eyebrow when the man started laughing. “What?”
“Nothing,” the man merely shrugged. “I’m Ninomiya, and I really need to catch that Pokémon. So…”
Masaki was still unsure if he should just let the stranger-Ninomiya-inside just like that. But seeing how desperate he was despite not really looking like it, Masaki let him in by moving to the side. Ninomiya thanked him and walked inside, taking off his shoes at the genkan before moving to the living room. Masaki followed behind, observing the man’s every move with a suspicious gaze. Ninomiya had his phone out and was playing what he guessed was Pokémon. He can’t help but feel outdated because of this.
“Just moved in, I see,” Ninomiya said while he walked around the living room. Masaki nodded in response. “Need any help?”
“No thanks,”
“Good.” Masaki felt confused by the answer, but chose not to say anything. Instead he asked if the man had already caught the said rare Pokémon. Ninomiya shook his head then walked inside his bedroom. Masaki frantically followed suit, saying that he should have asked first before entering.
“What, it’s not like you had a collection of porn to be ashamed about,” Ninomiya smirked at him then swiped on his phone. His smirk then turned into a wide grin while Masaki on the other hand, was blushing.
“You’re quite… confident,” Masaki said, catching a glimpse of the game on Ninomiya’s phone. The other was smirking at him again, thanking him. He wanted to say that it wasn’t a compliment, but didn’t.
“I guess that’s it,” Ninomiya announced, looking at his phone’s screen for a moment before locking and shoving the device inside his pocket. He made his way back to the genkan with Masaki following behind. He felt relieved that the man wasn’t some sort of murderer.
“I’m too handsome to be a murderer,” the man blurted out, making Masaki flinch at how his thoughts were read.
“Looks can be deceiving,” he answered coolly.
“True,” Ninomiya nodded before crouching down to tie the shoelaces to his sneakers. “By the way, you’re the one here who hasn’t properly introduced yourself,”
“I thought you already knew because of the sign on the side of my door,”
“Still.”
Masaki watched as the man stood up again. Their heights had a bit of a gap, so he had his chin tilted down a bit. Ninomiya had an eyebrow arched, waiting for him to answer.
“I’m Aiba.”
Ninomiya responded with a grunt before turning his heels and opening the door. But for some reason even Masaki doesn’t know himself, he stopped the man from leaving and asked if he wanted to have some coffee first. The man turned to look at him, and then smiled.
Exactly three months have passed-but who’s counting, Masaki thought-since Ninomiya had intruded his apartment. They didn’t exchange any contact information that day, which Masaki had regretted not asking up to this day.
He was completely settled in to his new apartment and new life there, but he can’t help but think, can’t help but wonder if Ninomiya had been intruding into other people’s apartments just for Pokémon. And though he may not admit it to himself, he felt somewhat jealous.
Still, he never really got into playing the new phone game Pokémon Go, even though the person he had been thinking of the past few months told him to; he could still remember how Ninomiya sipped on his coffee and stared at him while wearing that smirk of his.
Masaki was about to eat his cup ramen when his doorbell started ringing. The continuous ringing sent shivers down his spine and his heart to beat faster. It took him a moment to answer the door. And when he did, he was greeted by the sight of Ninomiya, also known as the man Masaki had been thinking of for the past few months he had lived there in his new apartment. He had a grin on his face while the shorter male had a small smile on his.
“I don’t know how to say this but,” Ninomiya began. “There’s a rare Pokémon in your apartment.”
Without anything said back, Masaki moved to the side and Ninomiya went in.
And when they both pulled away from the kiss they shared on Masaki’s couch, he smiled at Ninomiya before saying, “Took you long enough.” To which the other just responded by pressed their lips back together.
In the end, Ninomiya didn’t catch any Pokémon at Masaki’s place that night, because there weren’t any in his apartment or anywhere near the building.
Masaki had checked the game himself before answering the door.
Author: nidesux a.k.a moi
Length: One shot. 1.1k words.
Pairing: Aiba x Ninomiya a.k.a Aimiya
Genre: Fluff
Rating: G
Summary: It was a very memorable moving day for Aiba Masaki.
Note: I've been so asdfghjkl over aimiya these days so this was conjured up when I woke up from my nap. Fiction only. Unbeta'ed. Comments are always appreciated!
Edited 10/02/16
A relieved sigh escaped Masaki’s lips as he finished unpacking some of his stuff in the bedroom. He adjusted a few more things here and there before dragging himself to the mess that is his new living room. Countless boxes were everywhere. Some stacked on other boxes while some are already opened but left untouched. And for once in his life, Masaki questioned why he had so much stuff in the first place.
Feeling rather hungry already, he decided to unpack the stuff needed in the kitchen and dining area first. He opened the box that had the label “Kitchen” on it, and then pulled out some of his pots, pans, and utensils. He made sure first that the places he was about to place them at were clean. Afterwards, he opened the box that had the label “food” on it. A sigh left his lips once he saw that he only had a few packs of ramen and some fruit. Masaki cleaned up around the kitchen, unpacked everything out and placed everything in the right place first before cooking.
In the end, he decided that he’ll be getting some rest after eating and would just finish unpacking the day after.
“Itadakima-“
The sound of his doorbell ringing cut him off. He thought it was his neighbor’s doorbell at first, but the realization hit him that his apartment had some distance from the next one; he got up to answer his door (because whoever was ringing it was very impatient).
Masaki looked through his peephole, thinking it was one of his friends coming to visit already. But he was greeted with the sight of a stranger. Said stranger was still ringing on his doorbell.
“Uh, may I help you?” Masaki asked the moment he opened the door. The man muttered something like “took you long enough”, but he chose to let it slide.
“I don’t know how to say this but,” the stranger began. “There’s a rare Pokémon inside your apartment.”
“What?”
“I said,” the man sighed. “There’s a rare Pok-“
“I know what you said,” Masaki laughed rather awkwardly. “Is that all you came here for?”
“Yep. Good thing you haven’t caught it yet,” the stranger smirked. “May I?”
“I’m not letting a stranger inside my house,” he said. “And I don’t play Pokémon.”
The shorter male stared at him as if he had grown two heads. It made Masaki uncomfortable. He lifted a questioning eyebrow when the man started laughing. “What?”
“Nothing,” the man merely shrugged. “I’m Ninomiya, and I really need to catch that Pokémon. So…”
Masaki was still unsure if he should just let the stranger-Ninomiya-inside just like that. But seeing how desperate he was despite not really looking like it, Masaki let him in by moving to the side. Ninomiya thanked him and walked inside, taking off his shoes at the genkan before moving to the living room. Masaki followed behind, observing the man’s every move with a suspicious gaze. Ninomiya had his phone out and was playing what he guessed was Pokémon. He can’t help but feel outdated because of this.
“Just moved in, I see,” Ninomiya said while he walked around the living room. Masaki nodded in response. “Need any help?”
“No thanks,”
“Good.” Masaki felt confused by the answer, but chose not to say anything. Instead he asked if the man had already caught the said rare Pokémon. Ninomiya shook his head then walked inside his bedroom. Masaki frantically followed suit, saying that he should have asked first before entering.
“What, it’s not like you had a collection of porn to be ashamed about,” Ninomiya smirked at him then swiped on his phone. His smirk then turned into a wide grin while Masaki on the other hand, was blushing.
“You’re quite… confident,” Masaki said, catching a glimpse of the game on Ninomiya’s phone. The other was smirking at him again, thanking him. He wanted to say that it wasn’t a compliment, but didn’t.
“I guess that’s it,” Ninomiya announced, looking at his phone’s screen for a moment before locking and shoving the device inside his pocket. He made his way back to the genkan with Masaki following behind. He felt relieved that the man wasn’t some sort of murderer.
“I’m too handsome to be a murderer,” the man blurted out, making Masaki flinch at how his thoughts were read.
“Looks can be deceiving,” he answered coolly.
“True,” Ninomiya nodded before crouching down to tie the shoelaces to his sneakers. “By the way, you’re the one here who hasn’t properly introduced yourself,”
“I thought you already knew because of the sign on the side of my door,”
“Still.”
Masaki watched as the man stood up again. Their heights had a bit of a gap, so he had his chin tilted down a bit. Ninomiya had an eyebrow arched, waiting for him to answer.
“I’m Aiba.”
Ninomiya responded with a grunt before turning his heels and opening the door. But for some reason even Masaki doesn’t know himself, he stopped the man from leaving and asked if he wanted to have some coffee first. The man turned to look at him, and then smiled.
Exactly three months have passed-but who’s counting, Masaki thought-since Ninomiya had intruded his apartment. They didn’t exchange any contact information that day, which Masaki had regretted not asking up to this day.
He was completely settled in to his new apartment and new life there, but he can’t help but think, can’t help but wonder if Ninomiya had been intruding into other people’s apartments just for Pokémon. And though he may not admit it to himself, he felt somewhat jealous.
Still, he never really got into playing the new phone game Pokémon Go, even though the person he had been thinking of the past few months told him to; he could still remember how Ninomiya sipped on his coffee and stared at him while wearing that smirk of his.
Masaki was about to eat his cup ramen when his doorbell started ringing. The continuous ringing sent shivers down his spine and his heart to beat faster. It took him a moment to answer the door. And when he did, he was greeted by the sight of Ninomiya, also known as the man Masaki had been thinking of for the past few months he had lived there in his new apartment. He had a grin on his face while the shorter male had a small smile on his.
“I don’t know how to say this but,” Ninomiya began. “There’s a rare Pokémon in your apartment.”
Without anything said back, Masaki moved to the side and Ninomiya went in.
And when they both pulled away from the kiss they shared on Masaki’s couch, he smiled at Ninomiya before saying, “Took you long enough.” To which the other just responded by pressed their lips back together.
In the end, Ninomiya didn’t catch any Pokémon at Masaki’s place that night, because there weren’t any in his apartment or anywhere near the building.
Masaki had checked the game himself before answering the door.