Motivation
Title: Motivation
Pairing: Juri/Yasui
Rating: G
Word count: 771
A/N: The "Totoro AU" again, nevermind the fact that there's never going to be a totoro in these fics. It's just that the year is 1958 and the village they live in looks like the village in the Totoro movie. Not that it matters much in this particular piece.
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A blank piece of paper, Juri thought with a deep sigh, was seriously a damn scary thing; a thing that he had planned to avoid until the very last moment if he would have been allowed to do so. Unfortunately Yasui hadn't agreed with his plan at all. Instead he had insisted they should get rid of such unpleasant nuisances as soon as possible, which meant they were using the first evening of the summer holiday at Yasui's home, writing their essays.
Trying to write, Juri thought gloomily and leaned his cheek against his palm, poking the corner of the paper with his pencil. Why did schools have to give them homework for holidays anyway?
“That doesn't look like writing,” Yasui pointed out from the other side of the small table, without even glancing at Juri who made an ugly face and threw the pencil on the table.
“It's easy for you to say!” he fretted, glaring at his paper, “I'm not like you, I suck at writing essays.”
Yasui's writing hand stopped moving for a while when he looked up at Juri and tilted his head thoughtfully.
“Is it the topic you're lacking, or inspiration?”
“Motivation,” Juri said, pursing his lips, “I know what I could write about but I don't have any motivation. What do I gain from writing a thousand words of bullshit about my dreams?”
“Your dreams are not bullshit,” Yasui said and he had that annoying smile on his face again; the smile that he used whenever he wanted to comfort Juri or make him calm down. Yasui knew very well Juri couldn't resist his smile so it was just unfair of him to use it, wasn't it?
“I know they aren't,” Juri chuckled, “but she doesn't need to know what my real dreams are so I'm going to have to compose some lies about wanting to be a professional basketball player.”
Yasui put his pencil away and looked at Juri for a long time, making Juri shift on his place.
“What are you staring at?” he finally asked, fighting against the urge to touch his cheeks to see if they were as warm as they felt like. It was ridiculous that Yasui's look still did that to him.
“I'm just wondering,” Yasui answered, “What are you dreaming of?”
“It's a secret!” Juri quickly said. He was not very eager to talk about those things aloud. Yasui probably knew anyway what he wanted the most in the world and if he didn't, Juri wasn't going to tell him. Someday, maybe, but not now. “Why are you asking? What are you dreaming of?”
“Oh, I usually dream of you.”
Yasui's answer came immediately, without the slightest hesitation, and for a moment Juri felt like he had suddenly forgotten how to even breathe, let alone how to talk.
“Me?” he double-checked, as if his biggest dreams didn't mainly consist of him and Yasui being always together. Such things were way too embarrassing to be said aloud. Apparently Yasui didn't know about such an important unspoken rule; he didn't seem to even notice he had said anything unreasonable.
“About the motivation problem,” Yasui continued, completely ignoring Juri's question, “I think I could help with that.”
“How?” Juri asked, feeling rather skeptical about Yasui's ideas of motivating him.
“Mm, I don't know yet. Maybe like this?” Yasui said and leaned across the table. For a second Juri thought Yasui was going to kiss him but the lips didn't land on his mouth. Instead, Yasui pressed his nose against Juri's temple and rubbed their cheeks together.
“What are you doing?” Juri gasped, both shocked and amused at the same time.
“Of course I might be wrong but I'm quite sure I have my ways to motivate you, Juri,” Yasui whispered right into his ear. Juri couldn't help shivering at the way Yasui said his name, and how Yasui's breath tickled his ear. He closed his eyes and swallowed a few times, trying to collect the pieces of his sanity and pride when Yasui moved back to his place again.
“You're mean,” Juri hissed and cursed his racing heart, unable to look at Yasui into the eyes.
“More than that, you're just easy,” Yasui laughed and picked up his pencil again, and the only thing that could comfort Juri in his moment of deep mortification was the fact that Yasui was exactly as easy for Juri. Yasui had just managed to surprise him, that was all.
Next time, Juri would simply need to surprise him first.
Pairing: Juri/Yasui
Rating: G
Word count: 771
A/N: The "Totoro AU" again, nevermind the fact that there's never going to be a totoro in these fics. It's just that the year is 1958 and the village they live in looks like the village in the Totoro movie. Not that it matters much in this particular piece.
- - -
A blank piece of paper, Juri thought with a deep sigh, was seriously a damn scary thing; a thing that he had planned to avoid until the very last moment if he would have been allowed to do so. Unfortunately Yasui hadn't agreed with his plan at all. Instead he had insisted they should get rid of such unpleasant nuisances as soon as possible, which meant they were using the first evening of the summer holiday at Yasui's home, writing their essays.
Trying to write, Juri thought gloomily and leaned his cheek against his palm, poking the corner of the paper with his pencil. Why did schools have to give them homework for holidays anyway?
“That doesn't look like writing,” Yasui pointed out from the other side of the small table, without even glancing at Juri who made an ugly face and threw the pencil on the table.
“It's easy for you to say!” he fretted, glaring at his paper, “I'm not like you, I suck at writing essays.”
Yasui's writing hand stopped moving for a while when he looked up at Juri and tilted his head thoughtfully.
“Is it the topic you're lacking, or inspiration?”
“Motivation,” Juri said, pursing his lips, “I know what I could write about but I don't have any motivation. What do I gain from writing a thousand words of bullshit about my dreams?”
“Your dreams are not bullshit,” Yasui said and he had that annoying smile on his face again; the smile that he used whenever he wanted to comfort Juri or make him calm down. Yasui knew very well Juri couldn't resist his smile so it was just unfair of him to use it, wasn't it?
“I know they aren't,” Juri chuckled, “but she doesn't need to know what my real dreams are so I'm going to have to compose some lies about wanting to be a professional basketball player.”
Yasui put his pencil away and looked at Juri for a long time, making Juri shift on his place.
“What are you staring at?” he finally asked, fighting against the urge to touch his cheeks to see if they were as warm as they felt like. It was ridiculous that Yasui's look still did that to him.
“I'm just wondering,” Yasui answered, “What are you dreaming of?”
“It's a secret!” Juri quickly said. He was not very eager to talk about those things aloud. Yasui probably knew anyway what he wanted the most in the world and if he didn't, Juri wasn't going to tell him. Someday, maybe, but not now. “Why are you asking? What are you dreaming of?”
“Oh, I usually dream of you.”
Yasui's answer came immediately, without the slightest hesitation, and for a moment Juri felt like he had suddenly forgotten how to even breathe, let alone how to talk.
“Me?” he double-checked, as if his biggest dreams didn't mainly consist of him and Yasui being always together. Such things were way too embarrassing to be said aloud. Apparently Yasui didn't know about such an important unspoken rule; he didn't seem to even notice he had said anything unreasonable.
“About the motivation problem,” Yasui continued, completely ignoring Juri's question, “I think I could help with that.”
“How?” Juri asked, feeling rather skeptical about Yasui's ideas of motivating him.
“Mm, I don't know yet. Maybe like this?” Yasui said and leaned across the table. For a second Juri thought Yasui was going to kiss him but the lips didn't land on his mouth. Instead, Yasui pressed his nose against Juri's temple and rubbed their cheeks together.
“What are you doing?” Juri gasped, both shocked and amused at the same time.
“Of course I might be wrong but I'm quite sure I have my ways to motivate you, Juri,” Yasui whispered right into his ear. Juri couldn't help shivering at the way Yasui said his name, and how Yasui's breath tickled his ear. He closed his eyes and swallowed a few times, trying to collect the pieces of his sanity and pride when Yasui moved back to his place again.
“You're mean,” Juri hissed and cursed his racing heart, unable to look at Yasui into the eyes.
“More than that, you're just easy,” Yasui laughed and picked up his pencil again, and the only thing that could comfort Juri in his moment of deep mortification was the fact that Yasui was exactly as easy for Juri. Yasui had just managed to surprise him, that was all.
Next time, Juri would simply need to surprise him first.