Refill
Title: Refill
Pairing: Yaotome Hikaru x OC
Notes: For shiroikazex, because she asked for coffee. Ganbatte ne~
Summary: A smile inspired by another smile.
He watched as she collapsed onto her favorite seat in the coffee shop, a sofa in a secluded spot of the quaint little coffee shop. Finishing up the order of his last customer, he passed his cash registry duties to his co-worker and sidles up to her, watching as she tries--and fails-- to arrange the sheaf of papers and thick science books that she was carrying in her arms into a neat pile.
"Plenty of school work today?" he casually asks, the hands holding his tray placed behind his back. She started when she heard a voice talking to her but relaxed when she saw it was him.
"Oh, Hikaru... The word 'plenty' doesn't even begin to cover it. I have exams and projects scheduled until Doomsday. Actually, everyday has now become Doomsday; I see no difference," she said, closing her eyes in tiredness and not seeing how his smile fell a fraction of an inch before he could help it.
"You must be tired; I'll get you some coffee then. Same as usual?" he said, throwing that casually offhand grin that always catches her off-guard in her direction. Not trusting her voice, she nodded and closed her eyes while leaning back against the sofa. She heard him being called over by a customer and blearily half-opened her eyes to watch. He took everything in stride, smiling and chatting with the old couple who called his attention and patting a kouhai's back on his way to the kitchen. Closing her eyes once again, she contemplated the situation that she had got herself into.
He is her childhood best friend, and they have always been together before he even started doing backflips and appearing on TV wearing baggy costumes and sequins and ruffles and feathers and being sparkly Idol-kun. As his name suggests he was a person destined for stardom, but to her he was still his ever-goofy best friend. He never changed, always kind, alwayssometimes cool, sometimes cute, forever and ever corny. Still, he was the Yaotome Hikaru that she has always known.
From kindergarten to grade school to middle school and high school and now that she was in university, she called him by his first name, except on the occasions when they fight and she becomes like a mom and uses his full name. But he never complained, never asked her to change or stop, and so she continued doing that.
From the time he was a Junior to his debut in Hey! Say! JUMP, she was there for him. Even during the times that he acted like a total idiot, and that memorable four-month period where he dyed his hair blond and turned foreigner, so that every time they ate pizza together he'd complain that it felt weird. He was there during that time she won that singing contest and even joked that she can be an idol like him, or when she found out that her family had to move for work and she had to transfer so they couldn't be in the same high school. He offered his handkerchief and his shoulder and she cried her eyes out, and told her that things would still be the same.
Only somewhere along the way her feelings began to change, and she found that she was falling for her idol of a best friend. Now she wondered if maybe he knew, or if not, will she ever let him know. Or if she ever offered her heart, would he accept it
This is just insane. And that is just the biggest understatement of the century.
She started when she felt something warm press against her cheek. Pulled back from her trip down memory lane, she stared up at his face with that trademark grin. And now that grin was just for her, and her alone. She had wondered why fans love going to concerts when it would be more logical to just buy a DVD and watch in the comforts of their own home. But when she tried to go to one, she understood. When he saw her, he smiled and waved with all his might, throwing so many sign balls and sign boards at her direction that some girls around her were already giving her resentful looks and muttering about her luck. Even if it was embarassing at first, she soon forgot to care because she finally understood.
It would be worth it. Screaming your lungs out for three or more hours and looking silly, if it means catching his attention so for that one moment it was you and him, and you feel like the most special person in the world.
"Here, put it over your eyes for a moment, it helps," he said, moving the warm towel from her cheek to over her closed eyelids. A sigh of relief escaped from her lips as the slightly damp towel cooled down the burning sensation in her eyes, making her relax. "Here's your coffee as well. And today's my treat, since you paid for that pizza the last time."
"Aren't you scared that one day your fans would discover that you work here and stalk you or something?" she asked, gratefully accepting the steaming cup. He shook his head.
"Nah, this neighborhood is too quiet for that. Besides, we only ever get old couples and the occasional weird customer... and I didn't mean you," he hastened to add, gulping when she lifted the towel from her eyes to glare at him.
"Sure you didn't. Besides, you wouldn't want your number one customer to leave you, don't you?" she teased.
"Now you made me sound like I'm some hotshot host," he said, letting that thought sink in before the two of them laughed in unison.
"Now that's a laugh. 'Yaotome Hikaru, Japan's number one host!' You could go blond again! Though I like your hair now," she said, making him blush and unconsciously finger his now black hair. And I like you anyways, was what she really wanted to say, but she figured it was a bigger laugh than him being a host so she just shut up.
"It's for that new role. Apparently, a black-haired doctor looks the most convincing, so... here I am!" he said brightly, spreading out his arms. She tried not to notice how the light outlined his arm muscles nicely through that white button down shirt that was part of his barista uniform, and cleared her throat to dispell any awkwardness.
"Won't you sit down? Looking up at you makes my neck hurt." He looked uncertainly at his wristwatch before sitting down on the sofa beside her. She was a little surprised but she let it pass, noticing as he nodded to his kouhai when he went past. "Wait, is your shift over? I'm not getting you into trouble or anything, am I?"
He held up his wrist and started counting down from his watch. "5... 4... 3... 2... 1... There! I'm officially done for today. The owner heard that I was having a new drama, so he let me off early to 'practice my lines'. I guess I need it, since I don't understand about half the words in the script. Why must there be so many medical terms in this thing?" he said in despair.
"Uhm, maybe because you're supposed to be a doctor?" she said, biting back the laugh that was threatening to spill over any minute. Hikaru picked up one of her class notes and squinted at her cramped handwriting.
"How do you study these things for exams? Are they supposed to make sense?" he said, trying to decipher the mess that was her notes. She snatched the papers from his hands and stuck her tongue out at his direction.
"Here's an idea: why won't you stop teasing me and put your time into better use? Like practicing for your lines like you're supposed to." Hikaru laughed and stood up, ruffling her hair for good measure.
"I'll get changed and get my script then. Wait here." She swatted his hand away and nodded her head, watching him as he disappeared into the staff room of the cafe. Leaning back against the sofa, she stared at the high ceiling.
"As if I'll go anywhere," she mumbled beneath her breath.
Soon he came back, wearing a white, long-sleeved button down shirt, damaged jeans and white sneakers, his backpack and a leather jacket slung over his left shoulder while in his hands he was holding a tray with a coffee cup and a box of macaroons on it.
"The owner gave this to me when he saw I was with you. Want some?" he offered. She nodded, surprised when he sat down next to her instead of the free seat across from her. But what surprised her more was when he laid down his head on her lap.
"Will you quit making me a human pillow at the most inconvenient places?" she said roughly, hoping that the blush that was surely spreading in her cheeks was not evident in her voice.
"But your lap is comfy!" he protested as she hefted his head up and made him sit straight. She ignored the puppy-dog expression on his face and swiftly looked around to check if anyone saw.
"Are you insane? Someone might have seen us!" she scolded, hitting his arm for good measure.
"Ow! And will you calm down? No one will see us here. And the people who go here treat me like I'm the town's grandson, they wouldn't sell me off to the paparazzi or anything," he said, rubbing the sore spot in his arm.
"Are you looking for a death wish?! This is a coffee shop, not some secluded area in a forest or your backyard or something. Will you think about the people who might see us?" she said shrilly.
"Okay, okay, sorry! Geez, you make being linked to me sound like a bad thing..." he said, letting a frown slip through his normally happy facade. "And doing that took me a lot of courage..." he said under his breath.
"Not that I don't like you Hikaru, but it's best that we be careful... what?" she asked, catching the expression on his face.
"Nothing," he said, turning away from her and opening his bag. She looked at the back of his steadily reddening neck, confused on why he was suddenly acting flustered.
"Why is your face so red?" she asked.
"It's the heat," he mumbled, avoiding her question.
"The aircon is on, Hikaru, and it's the middle of winter."
"...it's the cold?"
"Oh, like that will convince me?" she said in a challenging tone.
"It's just me and my imagination... will you help me run my lines?" he said, obviously wanting to change the topic. They stared at each other for a few more minutes before Hikaru looked away, clearing his throat and rubbing the nape of his neck. She sighed and held her hand out.
"Oh alright. Give me your script." He looked up and smiled, and then opened his script and handed it to her.
"What do I have to say?" she asked.
"Here," he said, moving closer to point the necessary lines and accidentally bumping his hand against her. The both of them jumped back a little, startled from the contact. "It's uh, just a couple of lines... yeah."
She scanned through the things she had to say and felt her jaw drop.
"Wait; I'm supposed to say this?" she said in disbelief as she read through the lines. "What role do you even have, Hikaru?"
"I'm a doctor... but yeah, it's kinda a long story... Please? You just have to read your lines," he pleaded. She sighed and nodded her head.
And it's just my luck that the character and I have the same name, she thought to herself. She waited as Hikaru read through the script a final time and took a deep breath, and sent a tiny nod at her direction. It was her cue.
"Good morning, Shimoda-sensei," she read off the script. She looked up and received the full impact of his... smirk.
"Why hello there Saki-chan~ Say, I heard you don't have a boyfriend as of late?" he said in a suggestive tone. She resisted the urge to laugh (or blush) when she read the next line.
"Yes, I'm single. You have to be amazing to change that." She looked up from the script again, waiting for his next line. He was staring at her with those eyes, serious and playful at the same time. He continued talking lightly, but his voice took on a different edge.
"Why don't we give you a free medical analysis? You know, professional opinion and all..." he said, placing his hands on her shoulders and staring into her eyes some more.
"Wait... this is not in the script..." she said feebly as his hands slid down her arms from her shoulders to her trembling hands, the long-forgotten script lying at their feet.
"My diagnosis is... you're obviously in love with me."
She opened her mouth to deny what the blush in her face was already proving, but she was silenced with his next words.
"...And I've fallen in love with you as well."
"... Seriously Hikaru, you and your pick-up lines..." she mumbled, her face in an alarming shade of red. He smiled and laughed at his embarrassment.
"...I try my best. More coffee?" he offered. She looked down at their linked hands and smiled.
"Yes. I'd love to."
Pairing: Yaotome Hikaru x OC
Notes: For shiroikazex, because she asked for coffee. Ganbatte ne~
Summary: A smile inspired by another smile.
He watched as she collapsed onto her favorite seat in the coffee shop, a sofa in a secluded spot of the quaint little coffee shop. Finishing up the order of his last customer, he passed his cash registry duties to his co-worker and sidles up to her, watching as she tries--and fails-- to arrange the sheaf of papers and thick science books that she was carrying in her arms into a neat pile.
"Plenty of school work today?" he casually asks, the hands holding his tray placed behind his back. She started when she heard a voice talking to her but relaxed when she saw it was him.
"Oh, Hikaru... The word 'plenty' doesn't even begin to cover it. I have exams and projects scheduled until Doomsday. Actually, everyday has now become Doomsday; I see no difference," she said, closing her eyes in tiredness and not seeing how his smile fell a fraction of an inch before he could help it.
"You must be tired; I'll get you some coffee then. Same as usual?" he said, throwing that casually offhand grin that always catches her off-guard in her direction. Not trusting her voice, she nodded and closed her eyes while leaning back against the sofa. She heard him being called over by a customer and blearily half-opened her eyes to watch. He took everything in stride, smiling and chatting with the old couple who called his attention and patting a kouhai's back on his way to the kitchen. Closing her eyes once again, she contemplated the situation that she had got herself into.
He is her childhood best friend, and they have always been together before he even started doing backflips and appearing on TV wearing baggy costumes and sequins and ruffles and feathers and being sparkly Idol-kun. As his name suggests he was a person destined for stardom, but to her he was still his ever-goofy best friend. He never changed, always kind, alwayssometimes cool, sometimes cute, forever and ever corny. Still, he was the Yaotome Hikaru that she has always known.
From kindergarten to grade school to middle school and high school and now that she was in university, she called him by his first name, except on the occasions when they fight and she becomes like a mom and uses his full name. But he never complained, never asked her to change or stop, and so she continued doing that.
From the time he was a Junior to his debut in Hey! Say! JUMP, she was there for him. Even during the times that he acted like a total idiot, and that memorable four-month period where he dyed his hair blond and turned foreigner, so that every time they ate pizza together he'd complain that it felt weird. He was there during that time she won that singing contest and even joked that she can be an idol like him, or when she found out that her family had to move for work and she had to transfer so they couldn't be in the same high school. He offered his handkerchief and his shoulder and she cried her eyes out, and told her that things would still be the same.
Only somewhere along the way her feelings began to change, and she found that she was falling for her idol of a best friend. Now she wondered if maybe he knew, or if not, will she ever let him know. Or if she ever offered her heart, would he accept it
This is just insane. And that is just the biggest understatement of the century.
She started when she felt something warm press against her cheek. Pulled back from her trip down memory lane, she stared up at his face with that trademark grin. And now that grin was just for her, and her alone. She had wondered why fans love going to concerts when it would be more logical to just buy a DVD and watch in the comforts of their own home. But when she tried to go to one, she understood. When he saw her, he smiled and waved with all his might, throwing so many sign balls and sign boards at her direction that some girls around her were already giving her resentful looks and muttering about her luck. Even if it was embarassing at first, she soon forgot to care because she finally understood.
It would be worth it. Screaming your lungs out for three or more hours and looking silly, if it means catching his attention so for that one moment it was you and him, and you feel like the most special person in the world.
"Here, put it over your eyes for a moment, it helps," he said, moving the warm towel from her cheek to over her closed eyelids. A sigh of relief escaped from her lips as the slightly damp towel cooled down the burning sensation in her eyes, making her relax. "Here's your coffee as well. And today's my treat, since you paid for that pizza the last time."
"Aren't you scared that one day your fans would discover that you work here and stalk you or something?" she asked, gratefully accepting the steaming cup. He shook his head.
"Nah, this neighborhood is too quiet for that. Besides, we only ever get old couples and the occasional weird customer... and I didn't mean you," he hastened to add, gulping when she lifted the towel from her eyes to glare at him.
"Sure you didn't. Besides, you wouldn't want your number one customer to leave you, don't you?" she teased.
"Now you made me sound like I'm some hotshot host," he said, letting that thought sink in before the two of them laughed in unison.
"Now that's a laugh. 'Yaotome Hikaru, Japan's number one host!' You could go blond again! Though I like your hair now," she said, making him blush and unconsciously finger his now black hair. And I like you anyways, was what she really wanted to say, but she figured it was a bigger laugh than him being a host so she just shut up.
"It's for that new role. Apparently, a black-haired doctor looks the most convincing, so... here I am!" he said brightly, spreading out his arms. She tried not to notice how the light outlined his arm muscles nicely through that white button down shirt that was part of his barista uniform, and cleared her throat to dispell any awkwardness.
"Won't you sit down? Looking up at you makes my neck hurt." He looked uncertainly at his wristwatch before sitting down on the sofa beside her. She was a little surprised but she let it pass, noticing as he nodded to his kouhai when he went past. "Wait, is your shift over? I'm not getting you into trouble or anything, am I?"
He held up his wrist and started counting down from his watch. "5... 4... 3... 2... 1... There! I'm officially done for today. The owner heard that I was having a new drama, so he let me off early to 'practice my lines'. I guess I need it, since I don't understand about half the words in the script. Why must there be so many medical terms in this thing?" he said in despair.
"Uhm, maybe because you're supposed to be a doctor?" she said, biting back the laugh that was threatening to spill over any minute. Hikaru picked up one of her class notes and squinted at her cramped handwriting.
"How do you study these things for exams? Are they supposed to make sense?" he said, trying to decipher the mess that was her notes. She snatched the papers from his hands and stuck her tongue out at his direction.
"Here's an idea: why won't you stop teasing me and put your time into better use? Like practicing for your lines like you're supposed to." Hikaru laughed and stood up, ruffling her hair for good measure.
"I'll get changed and get my script then. Wait here." She swatted his hand away and nodded her head, watching him as he disappeared into the staff room of the cafe. Leaning back against the sofa, she stared at the high ceiling.
"As if I'll go anywhere," she mumbled beneath her breath.
Soon he came back, wearing a white, long-sleeved button down shirt, damaged jeans and white sneakers, his backpack and a leather jacket slung over his left shoulder while in his hands he was holding a tray with a coffee cup and a box of macaroons on it.
"The owner gave this to me when he saw I was with you. Want some?" he offered. She nodded, surprised when he sat down next to her instead of the free seat across from her. But what surprised her more was when he laid down his head on her lap.
"Will you quit making me a human pillow at the most inconvenient places?" she said roughly, hoping that the blush that was surely spreading in her cheeks was not evident in her voice.
"But your lap is comfy!" he protested as she hefted his head up and made him sit straight. She ignored the puppy-dog expression on his face and swiftly looked around to check if anyone saw.
"Are you insane? Someone might have seen us!" she scolded, hitting his arm for good measure.
"Ow! And will you calm down? No one will see us here. And the people who go here treat me like I'm the town's grandson, they wouldn't sell me off to the paparazzi or anything," he said, rubbing the sore spot in his arm.
"Are you looking for a death wish?! This is a coffee shop, not some secluded area in a forest or your backyard or something. Will you think about the people who might see us?" she said shrilly.
"Okay, okay, sorry! Geez, you make being linked to me sound like a bad thing..." he said, letting a frown slip through his normally happy facade. "And doing that took me a lot of courage..." he said under his breath.
"Not that I don't like you Hikaru, but it's best that we be careful... what?" she asked, catching the expression on his face.
"Nothing," he said, turning away from her and opening his bag. She looked at the back of his steadily reddening neck, confused on why he was suddenly acting flustered.
"Why is your face so red?" she asked.
"It's the heat," he mumbled, avoiding her question.
"The aircon is on, Hikaru, and it's the middle of winter."
"...it's the cold?"
"Oh, like that will convince me?" she said in a challenging tone.
"It's just me and my imagination... will you help me run my lines?" he said, obviously wanting to change the topic. They stared at each other for a few more minutes before Hikaru looked away, clearing his throat and rubbing the nape of his neck. She sighed and held her hand out.
"Oh alright. Give me your script." He looked up and smiled, and then opened his script and handed it to her.
"What do I have to say?" she asked.
"Here," he said, moving closer to point the necessary lines and accidentally bumping his hand against her. The both of them jumped back a little, startled from the contact. "It's uh, just a couple of lines... yeah."
She scanned through the things she had to say and felt her jaw drop.
"Wait; I'm supposed to say this?" she said in disbelief as she read through the lines. "What role do you even have, Hikaru?"
"I'm a doctor... but yeah, it's kinda a long story... Please? You just have to read your lines," he pleaded. She sighed and nodded her head.
And it's just my luck that the character and I have the same name, she thought to herself. She waited as Hikaru read through the script a final time and took a deep breath, and sent a tiny nod at her direction. It was her cue.
"Good morning, Shimoda-sensei," she read off the script. She looked up and received the full impact of his... smirk.
"Why hello there Saki-chan~ Say, I heard you don't have a boyfriend as of late?" he said in a suggestive tone. She resisted the urge to laugh (or blush) when she read the next line.
"Yes, I'm single. You have to be amazing to change that." She looked up from the script again, waiting for his next line. He was staring at her with those eyes, serious and playful at the same time. He continued talking lightly, but his voice took on a different edge.
"Why don't we give you a free medical analysis? You know, professional opinion and all..." he said, placing his hands on her shoulders and staring into her eyes some more.
"Wait... this is not in the script..." she said feebly as his hands slid down her arms from her shoulders to her trembling hands, the long-forgotten script lying at their feet.
"My diagnosis is... you're obviously in love with me."
She opened her mouth to deny what the blush in her face was already proving, but she was silenced with his next words.
"...And I've fallen in love with you as well."
"... Seriously Hikaru, you and your pick-up lines..." she mumbled, her face in an alarming shade of red. He smiled and laughed at his embarrassment.
"...I try my best. More coffee?" he offered. She looked down at their linked hands and smiled.
"Yes. I'd love to."