My Boss, My Hero- "Time Out"
Title: Time Out
Universe: My Boss, My Hero
Theme/Topic: N/A
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing/s: Makio+Jun, Jun+Hikari, Makio+Hikari
Warnings/Spoilers: For the end of the series. Also, OOC and UTTER BOREDOM.
Word Count: 1,235
Summary: Afternoon tea between classmates.
Dedication: juin and thehoyden- I hope you are both enjoying the UTTER CRACK that is this series. Neither of you can read this fic until you are done watching, BTW. On account of the vague spoilers. Yeah.
A/N: Okay, so I wanted to reacquaint myself with MBMH a little bit and ended up doing this kind of weird, retarded piece of utterly pointless rambling. It shows that I haven’t really written anything in over a week, doesn’t it? DAMN YOU APT HUNTING, YOU STOLE MY SOUL. I need it back so I can give it to NewS properly, okay? *shakes fist*
Disclaimer: Not mine, though I wish constantly.
Distribution: Just lemme know.
“Hikari has a boyfriend.”
The report is so sudden and unexpected that Makio chokes on his pudding; some of it ends up getting into his nose. He struggles and gasps comedically for a moment or two before Jun hands him a napkin and apologizes for bringing it up so suddenly. Then he begins to pat Makio on the back until the older man stops sputtering and can manage actual words again. Of course the first word Makio says is, “Eh?!”
Pause. Blink. Then, a slightly calmer, “Er…is it you?”
Jun frowns at the question. “Of course it’s not me. I would have said so if it was, wouldn’t I?”
Makio grunts and supposes that is true enough. If anything, Sakuranantoka has always been honest with him. Sometimes too honest, because he is clearly not a very smart kid and has no sense of self-preservation. Which explains-to some degree-these bizarre weekly meetings for tea and dessert between the reluctant Yakuza leader and the demanding college freshman every Sunday afternoon promptly at four.
“So uh… is he nice? This guy, I mean,” Makio poses next; to him it’s the most logical thing to ask now that the initial shock is beginning to wear off. “There’s nothin’ weird or illegal about him either, right?” Also a logical step forward for someone of Makio’s background-the guy could be some crazy serial murderer for all he knows.
Jun however, is not as anxious; he just looks thoughtful. “I think he’s normal enough. He’s… her type?”
Makio blinks again. “Type?”
“He’s tall… nice enough, I guess. Older, too. I don’t think he’s dangerous or anything. He plays soccer. I think he’s studying to be a lawyer.”
Makio thinks about this. “Well, I guess that’s uh…good then.”
“Yeah,” Jun allows, and stirs his iced tea with his straw absently. “They’re so cute it’s kind of gross,” he admits after a bit. “Like watching a love-love drama.”
Silence.
Then, “Should I beat him up a little bit maybe?”
Jun’s eyes widen; is Makki being serious?
Makio grins a little. “You know, to warn him or something.”
Jun sighs when he hears that-mostly in relief. “Maybe you should,” he concedes after he thinks about it some more, and laughs a little at the image of Makki cornering Hikari’s hapless, clueless boyfriend. “Shake him up a little to make sure that he’s serious about her.”
Makio contemplates that, but then shakes his head vehemently. “Umemura-san would be scary mad at me.”
“Yeah. She would.”
Then Jun sighs again and plops his head down on the table-it makes him look impossibly young. But then again, he’s only eighteen and so that seems just about right to Makio, all things considered.
When Sakuranantoka doesn’t move for a while after that Makio reaches out and taps the younger boy’s head a little bit. “Oi. Are you real depressed?”
Jun shifts and turns up to look at Makio huffily, gently swatting the older man’s hand away from his hair. “Of course I’m depressed,” he sniffs. “I feel like I’ve been completely dumped all over again.”
Makio grunts and fidgets a bit uncomfortably in his seat when he hears the younger boy’s confession-as a Yakuza boss he is not particularly good at dishing out advice on matters of the heart that don’t involve the phrases “die for your family” and/or “get over yourself, you fucking punk.” But then again, any regular Yakuza boss wouldn’t be out here in this disgustingly cute type of outdoor café, meeting with his classmate-who-might-possibly-count-as-his-best-friend all peaceable-like either. He furrows his brow and decides that he at least owes it to Sakuranantoka to try and be comforting. Or something.
“Love,” he begins after a moment, and with a horrible sense of awkwardness, “is uh…about overcoming hardships. Right?”
The answer is probably yes-it is a line from a TV show after all, and so far those have never steered Makio wrong. Anikinder is and forever will be the greatest thing ever.
Jun, however, just blinks and looks up at him-perplexed. “Is that a line from a TV-show?” he asks, after a moment.
Makio looks away quickly. “Maybe.”
The younger boy snorts, but then his expression softens a little. “Thanks for trying,” he allows.
Makio is still looking away- towards the street now, where a ubiquitous black car is waiting for him with Kazu inside. It seems completely out of place here; he hopes no one notices it. “Ah,” he manages absently, and tears his eyes away from the car. “Don’t be depressed about it,” he adds, when Jun turns thoughtful again. “Sometimes things happen because they gotta happen. There’s no point being depressed.”
Especially when being depressed means that those big, sad eyes of Sakuranantoka’s are going to look even bigger and sadder than they already are. Makio hopes the kid cheers up soon, because he doesn’t think that a sad Jun is something that is fair to unleash on the world so suddenly, especially since the weather outside is so nice today. People are probably enjoying the sunshine and stuff.
“I know it’s no use to think about it too much, but I can’t help but be a little bit depressed,” Jun confesses. “There are two people who I like in this world. One of them knows but can’t return the feelings and the other has no clue about them and would hate me if they did. Ne, Makki… isn’t that a little bit sad?”
“If anyone hates you I’ll beat ‘em up,” Makio tells Jun, because this is how men comfort each other. “I’ll uh… punch ‘em right in the face and knock some sense into ‘em. Even if they’re a girl. I uh… just won’t punch ‘em as hard as I can if they are.”
Jun blinks; he looks strangely touched at the sentiment. “Really? You’d do that for me?”
Makio pauses. “Uh, you’re not really going to make me punch a girl or anything, are you?”
Jun shakes his head no and Makio lets out a huge sigh of relief. “Then yeah, I would do that for you, on account of I said so. Now quit mopin’, it doesn’t look good on you.”
Jun snickers a little. “Ne, Makki,” he says shyly, and sounds a little more cheerful now, “can we meet like this next Sunday too?”
He smiles then, and those big sad eyes of his aren’t as sad anymore, though Makio still thinks they’re too damned big to be on the face of such a little guy. Makes him look like a girl when he smiles like that.
Not that Makio notices a lot or anything.
“Makki?” Jun pouts.
“Dumbass,” he grumbles, quickly, “don’t we meet every week anyway? Why do you always gotta keep asking?”
Jun grins. “I just like hearing you say that you’ll come.”
Makio feels something in his chest twist when he hears that and he immediately feels stupid about it; it’s just Sakuranantoka after all. “Yeah, I’ll come,” he says, anyway.
Jun beams. “It’s a promise.”
Makio grunts. “You know, only if I got the time.”
An even bigger smile. “Of course.”
“And uh… as long as nothing more important comes up and stuff.”
“Hai, hai.”
But even when he says that- and despite how absolutely batshit the rest of his week usually is-Makio somehow always ends up having Sundays free anyway.
He wonders why that is.
END
EDITS PLZ.
Universe: My Boss, My Hero
Theme/Topic: N/A
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing/s: Makio+Jun, Jun+Hikari, Makio+Hikari
Warnings/Spoilers: For the end of the series. Also, OOC and UTTER BOREDOM.
Word Count: 1,235
Summary: Afternoon tea between classmates.
Dedication: juin and thehoyden- I hope you are both enjoying the UTTER CRACK that is this series. Neither of you can read this fic until you are done watching, BTW. On account of the vague spoilers. Yeah.
A/N: Okay, so I wanted to reacquaint myself with MBMH a little bit and ended up doing this kind of weird, retarded piece of utterly pointless rambling. It shows that I haven’t really written anything in over a week, doesn’t it? DAMN YOU APT HUNTING, YOU STOLE MY SOUL. I need it back so I can give it to NewS properly, okay? *shakes fist*
Disclaimer: Not mine, though I wish constantly.
Distribution: Just lemme know.
“Hikari has a boyfriend.”
The report is so sudden and unexpected that Makio chokes on his pudding; some of it ends up getting into his nose. He struggles and gasps comedically for a moment or two before Jun hands him a napkin and apologizes for bringing it up so suddenly. Then he begins to pat Makio on the back until the older man stops sputtering and can manage actual words again. Of course the first word Makio says is, “Eh?!”
Pause. Blink. Then, a slightly calmer, “Er…is it you?”
Jun frowns at the question. “Of course it’s not me. I would have said so if it was, wouldn’t I?”
Makio grunts and supposes that is true enough. If anything, Sakuranantoka has always been honest with him. Sometimes too honest, because he is clearly not a very smart kid and has no sense of self-preservation. Which explains-to some degree-these bizarre weekly meetings for tea and dessert between the reluctant Yakuza leader and the demanding college freshman every Sunday afternoon promptly at four.
“So uh… is he nice? This guy, I mean,” Makio poses next; to him it’s the most logical thing to ask now that the initial shock is beginning to wear off. “There’s nothin’ weird or illegal about him either, right?” Also a logical step forward for someone of Makio’s background-the guy could be some crazy serial murderer for all he knows.
Jun however, is not as anxious; he just looks thoughtful. “I think he’s normal enough. He’s… her type?”
Makio blinks again. “Type?”
“He’s tall… nice enough, I guess. Older, too. I don’t think he’s dangerous or anything. He plays soccer. I think he’s studying to be a lawyer.”
Makio thinks about this. “Well, I guess that’s uh…good then.”
“Yeah,” Jun allows, and stirs his iced tea with his straw absently. “They’re so cute it’s kind of gross,” he admits after a bit. “Like watching a love-love drama.”
Silence.
Then, “Should I beat him up a little bit maybe?”
Jun’s eyes widen; is Makki being serious?
Makio grins a little. “You know, to warn him or something.”
Jun sighs when he hears that-mostly in relief. “Maybe you should,” he concedes after he thinks about it some more, and laughs a little at the image of Makki cornering Hikari’s hapless, clueless boyfriend. “Shake him up a little to make sure that he’s serious about her.”
Makio contemplates that, but then shakes his head vehemently. “Umemura-san would be scary mad at me.”
“Yeah. She would.”
Then Jun sighs again and plops his head down on the table-it makes him look impossibly young. But then again, he’s only eighteen and so that seems just about right to Makio, all things considered.
When Sakuranantoka doesn’t move for a while after that Makio reaches out and taps the younger boy’s head a little bit. “Oi. Are you real depressed?”
Jun shifts and turns up to look at Makio huffily, gently swatting the older man’s hand away from his hair. “Of course I’m depressed,” he sniffs. “I feel like I’ve been completely dumped all over again.”
Makio grunts and fidgets a bit uncomfortably in his seat when he hears the younger boy’s confession-as a Yakuza boss he is not particularly good at dishing out advice on matters of the heart that don’t involve the phrases “die for your family” and/or “get over yourself, you fucking punk.” But then again, any regular Yakuza boss wouldn’t be out here in this disgustingly cute type of outdoor café, meeting with his classmate-who-might-possibly-count-as-his-best-friend all peaceable-like either. He furrows his brow and decides that he at least owes it to Sakuranantoka to try and be comforting. Or something.
“Love,” he begins after a moment, and with a horrible sense of awkwardness, “is uh…about overcoming hardships. Right?”
The answer is probably yes-it is a line from a TV show after all, and so far those have never steered Makio wrong. Anikinder is and forever will be the greatest thing ever.
Jun, however, just blinks and looks up at him-perplexed. “Is that a line from a TV-show?” he asks, after a moment.
Makio looks away quickly. “Maybe.”
The younger boy snorts, but then his expression softens a little. “Thanks for trying,” he allows.
Makio is still looking away- towards the street now, where a ubiquitous black car is waiting for him with Kazu inside. It seems completely out of place here; he hopes no one notices it. “Ah,” he manages absently, and tears his eyes away from the car. “Don’t be depressed about it,” he adds, when Jun turns thoughtful again. “Sometimes things happen because they gotta happen. There’s no point being depressed.”
Especially when being depressed means that those big, sad eyes of Sakuranantoka’s are going to look even bigger and sadder than they already are. Makio hopes the kid cheers up soon, because he doesn’t think that a sad Jun is something that is fair to unleash on the world so suddenly, especially since the weather outside is so nice today. People are probably enjoying the sunshine and stuff.
“I know it’s no use to think about it too much, but I can’t help but be a little bit depressed,” Jun confesses. “There are two people who I like in this world. One of them knows but can’t return the feelings and the other has no clue about them and would hate me if they did. Ne, Makki… isn’t that a little bit sad?”
“If anyone hates you I’ll beat ‘em up,” Makio tells Jun, because this is how men comfort each other. “I’ll uh… punch ‘em right in the face and knock some sense into ‘em. Even if they’re a girl. I uh… just won’t punch ‘em as hard as I can if they are.”
Jun blinks; he looks strangely touched at the sentiment. “Really? You’d do that for me?”
Makio pauses. “Uh, you’re not really going to make me punch a girl or anything, are you?”
Jun shakes his head no and Makio lets out a huge sigh of relief. “Then yeah, I would do that for you, on account of I said so. Now quit mopin’, it doesn’t look good on you.”
Jun snickers a little. “Ne, Makki,” he says shyly, and sounds a little more cheerful now, “can we meet like this next Sunday too?”
He smiles then, and those big sad eyes of his aren’t as sad anymore, though Makio still thinks they’re too damned big to be on the face of such a little guy. Makes him look like a girl when he smiles like that.
Not that Makio notices a lot or anything.
“Makki?” Jun pouts.
“Dumbass,” he grumbles, quickly, “don’t we meet every week anyway? Why do you always gotta keep asking?”
Jun grins. “I just like hearing you say that you’ll come.”
Makio feels something in his chest twist when he hears that and he immediately feels stupid about it; it’s just Sakuranantoka after all. “Yeah, I’ll come,” he says, anyway.
Jun beams. “It’s a promise.”
Makio grunts. “You know, only if I got the time.”
An even bigger smile. “Of course.”
“And uh… as long as nothing more important comes up and stuff.”
“Hai, hai.”
But even when he says that- and despite how absolutely batshit the rest of his week usually is-Makio somehow always ends up having Sundays free anyway.
He wonders why that is.
END
EDITS PLZ.