normality.
Fandom: Backstage Prince
Characters: Horiuchi Ryusei & Akari
Prompt: 046. care
Word Count: 492
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Backstage Prince
Notes: Written for fanfic50.
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From your peripheral, you eye your over-excited auburn haired fiancée. She is currently crushed snugly to your side, your right arm keeping her firmly in place. It is to make sure she doesn’t get lost in the crowd, you monotone to yourself half-heartedly, your male pride kicking in.
She is currently pointing and ‘oohing’ at the cute roadside stands, her almond eyes widening and brightening with every new discovery. Your free arm flies up in a vain attempt to cover the impish grin that is fighting its way onto your face. It is too late, because Akari is beaming up at you impishly now, too.
“Ryusei! Thank you so much for taking me today!” The smile on her face is worth more to you than a million dollars, but you look away, embarrassed. You grunt a response, but she is satisfied - she is already off, ‘oohing’ and ‘ahhing’ at the trinkets at the next stand.
You know that although she has accepted the situation and knows that normality will never be the norm for the two of you, she still secretly longs for it. So you make it a point to put some normality in your lives - it’s no big deal for you, but you know it means the world to her. As the stall owner laughs along with her, you feel a familiar gush of warmth spread through you. Before Akari, kabuki and Mr. Ken were your only sources of happiness and contentment. But now, you find that even little moments like these - watching her laugh and enjoying her life, taking a walk with her under the stars - can make you happier than the success of a highly stressed and anticipated kabuki show.
In three brisk steps, you are beside her. You can tell she really adores the little trinket she clutches in her right hand, but she always hates being a burden and asking for things. You don’t say anything, but you offer her a small smile and whip out your wallet. The owner gasps. “Hey - you’re Mr. Shoen!”
You curse silently, jamming the baseball cap lower onto your head. Thankfully, the owner didn’t scream it, and you have yet to be discovered by other people. “Yes, that’s him!” Akari chimes in before the rude comeback comes out of your mouth.
“Ah - and you’re Akari!” She nods back at this, and you whip out some bills to the owner. He insists that you don’t pay - but you insist that he keep the change in exchange for keeping quiet. The old man only smiles back and nods, giving you a wave goodbye.
You are a little miffed that your day of ‘normality’ was ruined by such an encounter, but Akari is still beaming. You feel yourself relax a little, and then a lot.
You realize that normality is not about not being recognized as a celebrity, but rather about spending time and loving each other.
And you know it’ll be okay.
Characters: Horiuchi Ryusei & Akari
Prompt: 046. care
Word Count: 492
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Backstage Prince
Notes: Written for fanfic50.
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From your peripheral, you eye your over-excited auburn haired fiancée. She is currently crushed snugly to your side, your right arm keeping her firmly in place. It is to make sure she doesn’t get lost in the crowd, you monotone to yourself half-heartedly, your male pride kicking in.
She is currently pointing and ‘oohing’ at the cute roadside stands, her almond eyes widening and brightening with every new discovery. Your free arm flies up in a vain attempt to cover the impish grin that is fighting its way onto your face. It is too late, because Akari is beaming up at you impishly now, too.
“Ryusei! Thank you so much for taking me today!” The smile on her face is worth more to you than a million dollars, but you look away, embarrassed. You grunt a response, but she is satisfied - she is already off, ‘oohing’ and ‘ahhing’ at the trinkets at the next stand.
You know that although she has accepted the situation and knows that normality will never be the norm for the two of you, she still secretly longs for it. So you make it a point to put some normality in your lives - it’s no big deal for you, but you know it means the world to her. As the stall owner laughs along with her, you feel a familiar gush of warmth spread through you. Before Akari, kabuki and Mr. Ken were your only sources of happiness and contentment. But now, you find that even little moments like these - watching her laugh and enjoying her life, taking a walk with her under the stars - can make you happier than the success of a highly stressed and anticipated kabuki show.
In three brisk steps, you are beside her. You can tell she really adores the little trinket she clutches in her right hand, but she always hates being a burden and asking for things. You don’t say anything, but you offer her a small smile and whip out your wallet. The owner gasps. “Hey - you’re Mr. Shoen!”
You curse silently, jamming the baseball cap lower onto your head. Thankfully, the owner didn’t scream it, and you have yet to be discovered by other people. “Yes, that’s him!” Akari chimes in before the rude comeback comes out of your mouth.
“Ah - and you’re Akari!” She nods back at this, and you whip out some bills to the owner. He insists that you don’t pay - but you insist that he keep the change in exchange for keeping quiet. The old man only smiles back and nods, giving you a wave goodbye.
You are a little miffed that your day of ‘normality’ was ruined by such an encounter, but Akari is still beaming. You feel yourself relax a little, and then a lot.
You realize that normality is not about not being recognized as a celebrity, but rather about spending time and loving each other.
And you know it’ll be okay.