Helmet - Rain - Wishes
A/N: Prompt from Hanadan (guess where) /whacked. Got the pairing from mc_cressida ’s Hikaru Pic Spam. Idk kill me already.
“Hey, what took you?” Haru asked.
“Sorry, we did overtime on the rehearsals.” Hikaru said, removing the helmet off his head as he was seated on his motorbike.
“Oh, okay. And I see you brought your bike.” She said.
“Yeah. I thought it’d be good to take it out sometimes. You ready?”
“Yes.” She took the helmet that Hikaru offered her.
“Something the matter?” he asked as he noticed that Haru was hesitant to ride the bike.
“Nothing, it’s just that… I remembered you say the last time that only a very important person can have a ride with you on your bike.” She said softly.
He made a toothy grin. “Oh, you remembered that, huh.”
“So that must mean…?” she whispered, blushing.
“Yeah.”
She smiled and came near the bike.
“Easy now.” Hikaru said as he guided her to sit on the motorbike. “Helmet.”
“Check.”
“Alright. Let’s go.” He started the bike and the engine roared to life. “Hold on tight, okay?”
She instantly wrapped her arms around Hikaru’s body that made him giggle for a moment.
“Ne, Hika-chan, before we go, can I ask you a question?” she said, removing her helmet.
“What is it?”
“Aside from me, have you ever let anyone ride with you on your bike?”
She could hear him hum for a while and then he answered. “Yeah.”
“Oh, okay…” she murmured.
“Actually she’s a really wonderful person.”
“W - What is she like?”
“She’s caring, pretty, and she’s got really beautiful eyes just like me.”
“It seems like you really like her…” she whispered.
“I love her.” And she could just feel Hikaru smile even though he has his helmet on.
She frowned. “L - Let’s go already.”
“Stop being so jealous over my mother.”
“I’m not jealous over her. I just… What? Your mother?”
“Hahaha! Haru is jealous over my mama!”
“I hate you!” she buried her face on his back. “That’s so embarrassing!”
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell on you.”
“Shut up and just drive!”
“Put your helmet on first.”
“Sheesh.”
Title: Rain
Author: ryoma_nakamada
Genre: Crack/Romance/Fluff
Pairing: Ryutaro/Kanon for crescentharpe
Rating: G
Word Count: 311
Summary: Ryutaro confesses in the rain.
A/N: Summary is tragic XD Got the inspiration from 90210 but it’s a completely different thing XD Ryutaro is haunting me ever since I saw him on a localtvshowcalledshowtimejustkidding XD
Ryutaro was walking down the street when he passed by a flower shop. He hesitated at first but then went inside. He bought a bouquet of red tulips and seemed contented with his choice.
It took him three times to knock before Kanon came to open the door.
“Oh, Morimoto-kun. What are you doing here?” she asked.
“I… Uh… Uhm… I just…” he trailed off.
She cocked her head to the side, perplexed.
He took one deep breath but then fell silent once more.
“Is there something…?”
“Behind me? No - No… It’s nothing.” He mumbled nervously.
“Huh? I meant if there is something you’d like to say to me, I guess.”
He turned red. “Oh, here.” He gave her the bouquet, bowing.
“Thanks, they’re pretty. Though I don’t think what these are for…”
“I - I don’t know how you’d look at it since I’ve heard you’ve been going out with Chinen-kun, but Fukuda-chan, I like you. I like you very much. Please go out on a date with me.” He rambled, face turning red.
Before Kanon could even answer, Ryutaro ran off into the sudden rain. He was halfway to the gate when Kanon shouted.
“Oi! Come back here! You’ll get wet! And I’m not dating Chinen-san! I want to date you instead!”
He looked back and flashed a grin. He made his way back to Kanon’s doorsteps, his hair and face dripping wet.
“What did you say?”
“Next time, don’t run away from me.”
“No, the other thing.” He was beginning to get excited.
“I’d like to go on a date with you.” She smiled.
He turned red again and attempted to hug her but knew better. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay. C’mon in. Let’s get you dried up.” She ushered him in. “Hey, since when did you cut your hair short?”
He just grinned, shaking the water off his short hair.
Title: Wishes
Author: ryoma_nakamada
Genre: Romance/Angst
Pairing: Yamada/Shida
Rating: G
Word Count: 409
Summary: Her wish in a notepad.
A/N: Inspired by Final Fantasy Crisis Core’s love team, Aerith and Zack Fair. I haven’t written a YamaShi in ages. Haha! ♥
He opened the door to her hospital room. She was asleep when he entered. He sat at the chair beside the bed and stared at her. Her skin was pale, with dark circles around her eyes. Her once puffy cheeks have lost their luster and her hair was thinning because of the countless chemotherapy session she had undergone. Nevertheless, she was beautiful in his eyes, the most beautiful in the world to him.
He didn’t notice it but his eyes welled. She woke up and found him in tears.
“Why are you crying, Ryo?” she frowned.
“N - Nothing.” He tried to smile but failed miserably.
“Stop crying or else I may end up in tears too.” She pouted.
“Hey!” he protested.
“Just kidding. Is class over?”
“Yeah. You know, everyone wants to visit and talk to you but they’ve got tapings and photo shoots so they said they’ll just come some other time.”
She nodded. “I really miss them, especially Suzu-chan, Umika, Saaya, and Yuto.”
“Hey, why is Yuto included?” he raised an eyebrow.
“I’m not finished yet, I miss Chii, Jingi, and Shougo too.”
“Oh, okay.” He chuckled.
“You look really cute when you’re jealous.” She smiled.
“Tch.”
She sighed.
“What?”
“Oh, nothing.”
“C’mon Mirai. I know you want something.” He grinned.
“Fine, since you insisted. I want to go to the rooftop of the hospital with you.” She said, batting her lashes.
“Now?”
She nodded.
“I don’t think they’ll allow you to go.”
“It’s just one tiny wish.” She pouted once more.
“One of many tiny wishes.” He corrected. “How many have you got?”
She counted with her fingers and grinned at him. “Let me see… Twenty - three!”
His mouth formed an O as he rubbed his head. “That’s a lot to remember. Okay, write them down so I won’t forget.”
She secretly wrote on the notepad he provided for her. The note was folded in half when she gave it to him.
“Okay, I’ll go and ask permission from the nurses first before I can take you to the rooftop.” He smiled and turned to the door.
“Hurry back, okay?”
“I will.”
He closed the door and opened the note. It read:
“I guess twenty three is too many. I’ve managed to narrow them down to one wish. ‘Spend more time with me on the remaining days of my life.’”
Ryosuke never seemed to notice that tears were beginning to blotch the writings on the notepad.
“Hey, what took you?” Haru asked.
“Sorry, we did overtime on the rehearsals.” Hikaru said, removing the helmet off his head as he was seated on his motorbike.
“Oh, okay. And I see you brought your bike.” She said.
“Yeah. I thought it’d be good to take it out sometimes. You ready?”
“Yes.” She took the helmet that Hikaru offered her.
“Something the matter?” he asked as he noticed that Haru was hesitant to ride the bike.
“Nothing, it’s just that… I remembered you say the last time that only a very important person can have a ride with you on your bike.” She said softly.
He made a toothy grin. “Oh, you remembered that, huh.”
“So that must mean…?” she whispered, blushing.
“Yeah.”
She smiled and came near the bike.
“Easy now.” Hikaru said as he guided her to sit on the motorbike. “Helmet.”
“Check.”
“Alright. Let’s go.” He started the bike and the engine roared to life. “Hold on tight, okay?”
She instantly wrapped her arms around Hikaru’s body that made him giggle for a moment.
“Ne, Hika-chan, before we go, can I ask you a question?” she said, removing her helmet.
“What is it?”
“Aside from me, have you ever let anyone ride with you on your bike?”
She could hear him hum for a while and then he answered. “Yeah.”
“Oh, okay…” she murmured.
“Actually she’s a really wonderful person.”
“W - What is she like?”
“She’s caring, pretty, and she’s got really beautiful eyes just like me.”
“It seems like you really like her…” she whispered.
“I love her.” And she could just feel Hikaru smile even though he has his helmet on.
She frowned. “L - Let’s go already.”
“Stop being so jealous over my mother.”
“I’m not jealous over her. I just… What? Your mother?”
“Hahaha! Haru is jealous over my mama!”
“I hate you!” she buried her face on his back. “That’s so embarrassing!”
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell on you.”
“Shut up and just drive!”
“Put your helmet on first.”
“Sheesh.”
Title: Rain
Author: ryoma_nakamada
Genre: Crack/Romance/Fluff
Pairing: Ryutaro/Kanon for crescentharpe
Rating: G
Word Count: 311
Summary: Ryutaro confesses in the rain.
A/N: Summary is tragic XD Got the inspiration from 90210 but it’s a completely different thing XD Ryutaro is haunting me ever since I saw him on a localtvshowcalledshowtimejustkidding XD
Ryutaro was walking down the street when he passed by a flower shop. He hesitated at first but then went inside. He bought a bouquet of red tulips and seemed contented with his choice.
It took him three times to knock before Kanon came to open the door.
“Oh, Morimoto-kun. What are you doing here?” she asked.
“I… Uh… Uhm… I just…” he trailed off.
She cocked her head to the side, perplexed.
He took one deep breath but then fell silent once more.
“Is there something…?”
“Behind me? No - No… It’s nothing.” He mumbled nervously.
“Huh? I meant if there is something you’d like to say to me, I guess.”
He turned red. “Oh, here.” He gave her the bouquet, bowing.
“Thanks, they’re pretty. Though I don’t think what these are for…”
“I - I don’t know how you’d look at it since I’ve heard you’ve been going out with Chinen-kun, but Fukuda-chan, I like you. I like you very much. Please go out on a date with me.” He rambled, face turning red.
Before Kanon could even answer, Ryutaro ran off into the sudden rain. He was halfway to the gate when Kanon shouted.
“Oi! Come back here! You’ll get wet! And I’m not dating Chinen-san! I want to date you instead!”
He looked back and flashed a grin. He made his way back to Kanon’s doorsteps, his hair and face dripping wet.
“What did you say?”
“Next time, don’t run away from me.”
“No, the other thing.” He was beginning to get excited.
“I’d like to go on a date with you.” She smiled.
He turned red again and attempted to hug her but knew better. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay. C’mon in. Let’s get you dried up.” She ushered him in. “Hey, since when did you cut your hair short?”
He just grinned, shaking the water off his short hair.
Title: Wishes
Author: ryoma_nakamada
Genre: Romance/Angst
Pairing: Yamada/Shida
Rating: G
Word Count: 409
Summary: Her wish in a notepad.
A/N: Inspired by Final Fantasy Crisis Core’s love team, Aerith and Zack Fair. I haven’t written a YamaShi in ages. Haha! ♥
He opened the door to her hospital room. She was asleep when he entered. He sat at the chair beside the bed and stared at her. Her skin was pale, with dark circles around her eyes. Her once puffy cheeks have lost their luster and her hair was thinning because of the countless chemotherapy session she had undergone. Nevertheless, she was beautiful in his eyes, the most beautiful in the world to him.
He didn’t notice it but his eyes welled. She woke up and found him in tears.
“Why are you crying, Ryo?” she frowned.
“N - Nothing.” He tried to smile but failed miserably.
“Stop crying or else I may end up in tears too.” She pouted.
“Hey!” he protested.
“Just kidding. Is class over?”
“Yeah. You know, everyone wants to visit and talk to you but they’ve got tapings and photo shoots so they said they’ll just come some other time.”
She nodded. “I really miss them, especially Suzu-chan, Umika, Saaya, and Yuto.”
“Hey, why is Yuto included?” he raised an eyebrow.
“I’m not finished yet, I miss Chii, Jingi, and Shougo too.”
“Oh, okay.” He chuckled.
“You look really cute when you’re jealous.” She smiled.
“Tch.”
She sighed.
“What?”
“Oh, nothing.”
“C’mon Mirai. I know you want something.” He grinned.
“Fine, since you insisted. I want to go to the rooftop of the hospital with you.” She said, batting her lashes.
“Now?”
She nodded.
“I don’t think they’ll allow you to go.”
“It’s just one tiny wish.” She pouted once more.
“One of many tiny wishes.” He corrected. “How many have you got?”
She counted with her fingers and grinned at him. “Let me see… Twenty - three!”
His mouth formed an O as he rubbed his head. “That’s a lot to remember. Okay, write them down so I won’t forget.”
She secretly wrote on the notepad he provided for her. The note was folded in half when she gave it to him.
“Okay, I’ll go and ask permission from the nurses first before I can take you to the rooftop.” He smiled and turned to the door.
“Hurry back, okay?”
“I will.”
He closed the door and opened the note. It read:
“I guess twenty three is too many. I’ve managed to narrow them down to one wish. ‘Spend more time with me on the remaining days of my life.’”
Ryosuke never seemed to notice that tears were beginning to blotch the writings on the notepad.