The Way [Hana Kimi, Nakatsu/Mizuki, T]
Title: The Way
Author: sumthinlikhuman
Rating: T
Warnings: fluff, mostly vague masturbation
Prompt: Hana Kimi, Nakatsu/Mizuki, genderfuck - It’s easy to imagine Mizuki as a girl, but he’s not. Nakatsu gets accustomed to wanting another boy.
Summary: It was the way Mizuki smiled.
Notes: Gah, it’s been a while since I read the manga through, so I’m sure the characterization isn’t quite right. Also, it’s kinda just ridiculous. THIS IS LATE. I definitely told myself I was going to post this as soon as my paper was done. Did I do that? NOPE. SORRY.
Nakatsu thought it was the way Mizuki smiled. Yes. That was what made him think of soft, feminine curves and light blush and flouncy dresses every time he looked at his classmate. Mizuki had a smile like a girl, and that wasn’t the only thing-the way he’d tuck his hand between his cheek and his shoulder when he was distracted, or the way he’d tap his lower lip with his finger, or how narrow his wrists were, or-there were a hundred things about Mizuki that reminded Nakatsu of girls.
The only problem was the obvious one: Mizuki wasn’t a girl. And that made it-awkward. Complicated.
He wondered, mostly to himself but sometimes to Kayashima, if Mizuki’s effeminate nature had something to do with being from America. With the exception of Nakao, Nakatsu couldn’t think of a single person as effeminate as Mizuki-and Nakao was a bit funny, so he wasn’t entirely sure if he even qualified.
But when being mildly infatuated with Mizuki and his effeminate nature became less of an infatuation and more of an “I’m madly, deeply in love with you” subconscious yearning, Nakatsu had to step back and think about this whole mess.
There were several points to address in this entire mess. The most important of which was Mizuki and his being a boy and not a girl. Nakatsu didn’t like boys. He liked girls. This posed a fundamental complication, and perpetuated a sort of vicious cycle that left Nakatsu a basket case if he was left around Mizuki for too long.
Initially, the best way around this seemed to be just ignoring the fact that Mizuki was a boy.
It didn’t take long for Nakatsu to realize that wasn’t going to happen.
The first time Nakatsu tried, hard to think of Mizuki as a girl was shortly after he realized how far he’d fallen for the boy. He’d closed himself up on his bunk, and Kayashima was out of the room, and Nakatsu was thinking, If only you were a girl, if only you were a girl, if only you were a girl.
Mizuki, he thought, would have petite breasts and a slim waist. Girl-Mizuki would tuck perfectly under his chin and against his body. Girl-Mizuki would flutter her lashes slightly and smile so sweetly, and when Nakatsu kissed her, she would gasp and touch his chest and tilt her face away. Make him work for his kisses. He would be fine with that.
He was already hard, just thinking of her. She would wear a pretty dress, like he had at the Christmas Ball-she. Like she had.
But it was too late. With dick in hand, the vision of Mizuki changed, and that was still Mizuki’s smile and Mizuki’s thin wrists, but there were no more petite breasts under the collar of her dress. Mizuki was blushing and reaching for him, touching his chest and tucking in perfectly under his chin and against his body. And when Nakatsu kissed those soft-looking lips-
He was coming out of the bathroom, that time, when Kayashima came back. The mystic stared at him for a moment, then said only, “Oh. You’re very pink today.”
It took four more attempts, thinking of Mizuki as a girl, before he came out from behind the curtain one day, and Kayashima told him, “Now you’re all red and pink at once. And spiky. Why not just accept that you like another boy and move on from it?”
“How long have you been sitting there?” Nakatsu demanded, handing his hands behind the curtain and feeling like his face was on fire. Kayashima looked at him evenly, one brow gently lifted.
“You don’t honestly think this is the first time I’ve been in the room while you’ve done that, do you?”
Taking Kayashima’s advise was much easier than Nakatsu thought it ought to be. The next time Nakatsu saw Mizuki smiling like he always did, it wasn’t so hard to just blush like an idiot and think to himself, I love him.
Acting on it, though? Every day, Nakatsu cut a glance to Mizuki’s smiling face, and told himself, Maybe tomorrow.
Author: sumthinlikhuman
Rating: T
Warnings: fluff, mostly vague masturbation
Prompt: Hana Kimi, Nakatsu/Mizuki, genderfuck - It’s easy to imagine Mizuki as a girl, but he’s not. Nakatsu gets accustomed to wanting another boy.
Summary: It was the way Mizuki smiled.
Notes: Gah, it’s been a while since I read the manga through, so I’m sure the characterization isn’t quite right. Also, it’s kinda just ridiculous. THIS IS LATE. I definitely told myself I was going to post this as soon as my paper was done. Did I do that? NOPE. SORRY.
Nakatsu thought it was the way Mizuki smiled. Yes. That was what made him think of soft, feminine curves and light blush and flouncy dresses every time he looked at his classmate. Mizuki had a smile like a girl, and that wasn’t the only thing-the way he’d tuck his hand between his cheek and his shoulder when he was distracted, or the way he’d tap his lower lip with his finger, or how narrow his wrists were, or-there were a hundred things about Mizuki that reminded Nakatsu of girls.
The only problem was the obvious one: Mizuki wasn’t a girl. And that made it-awkward. Complicated.
He wondered, mostly to himself but sometimes to Kayashima, if Mizuki’s effeminate nature had something to do with being from America. With the exception of Nakao, Nakatsu couldn’t think of a single person as effeminate as Mizuki-and Nakao was a bit funny, so he wasn’t entirely sure if he even qualified.
But when being mildly infatuated with Mizuki and his effeminate nature became less of an infatuation and more of an “I’m madly, deeply in love with you” subconscious yearning, Nakatsu had to step back and think about this whole mess.
There were several points to address in this entire mess. The most important of which was Mizuki and his being a boy and not a girl. Nakatsu didn’t like boys. He liked girls. This posed a fundamental complication, and perpetuated a sort of vicious cycle that left Nakatsu a basket case if he was left around Mizuki for too long.
Initially, the best way around this seemed to be just ignoring the fact that Mizuki was a boy.
It didn’t take long for Nakatsu to realize that wasn’t going to happen.
The first time Nakatsu tried, hard to think of Mizuki as a girl was shortly after he realized how far he’d fallen for the boy. He’d closed himself up on his bunk, and Kayashima was out of the room, and Nakatsu was thinking, If only you were a girl, if only you were a girl, if only you were a girl.
Mizuki, he thought, would have petite breasts and a slim waist. Girl-Mizuki would tuck perfectly under his chin and against his body. Girl-Mizuki would flutter her lashes slightly and smile so sweetly, and when Nakatsu kissed her, she would gasp and touch his chest and tilt her face away. Make him work for his kisses. He would be fine with that.
He was already hard, just thinking of her. She would wear a pretty dress, like he had at the Christmas Ball-she. Like she had.
But it was too late. With dick in hand, the vision of Mizuki changed, and that was still Mizuki’s smile and Mizuki’s thin wrists, but there were no more petite breasts under the collar of her dress. Mizuki was blushing and reaching for him, touching his chest and tucking in perfectly under his chin and against his body. And when Nakatsu kissed those soft-looking lips-
He was coming out of the bathroom, that time, when Kayashima came back. The mystic stared at him for a moment, then said only, “Oh. You’re very pink today.”
It took four more attempts, thinking of Mizuki as a girl, before he came out from behind the curtain one day, and Kayashima told him, “Now you’re all red and pink at once. And spiky. Why not just accept that you like another boy and move on from it?”
“How long have you been sitting there?” Nakatsu demanded, handing his hands behind the curtain and feeling like his face was on fire. Kayashima looked at him evenly, one brow gently lifted.
“You don’t honestly think this is the first time I’ve been in the room while you’ve done that, do you?”
Taking Kayashima’s advise was much easier than Nakatsu thought it ought to be. The next time Nakatsu saw Mizuki smiling like he always did, it wasn’t so hard to just blush like an idiot and think to himself, I love him.
Acting on it, though? Every day, Nakatsu cut a glance to Mizuki’s smiling face, and told himself, Maybe tomorrow.