[Event] Shishido's Birthday Party - 2nd edition
It's that time of the year again, guys.
Grab your rainbow-colored party-hat, don your finest silver garment and join us for a week full of celebrating the most awesome senpai ever.
( Please form an orderly line and get your invitations behind the cut! )
Grab your rainbow-colored party-hat, don your finest silver garment and join us for a week full of celebrating the most awesome senpai ever.
( Please form an orderly line and get your invitations behind the cut! )
Well, this was awkward. He’ll wake in a minute, thought Choutarou, just … don’t move.
This was easier said than done. The boney form of his senpai, was leaning bodily against him on the metro train and people were starting to look. Choutarou was torn, torn with elation that he could be so close to Shishido, to breathe deeply and take in his scent (sort of musky with a hint of … mint gum?), but also sheer terror that Shishido would wake and notice what else was going on with Choutarou right now. He had half-heartedly tried to wake his friend three stops ago but it was a lame attempt at best. He had liked the closeness, heavy as it was, and now it would just be weird to wake him. What would he say “Please wake up, you’re making the blood rush to all the wrong parts?”.
Choutarou tried to stare out of the window into the darkness beyond, to count the stops, even though he knew the route by heart. Five stops. He was pulled from this feigned concentration by the third year rolling slightly, a string of drool now clinging to the side of his face (and Ohtori’s blazer), but Shishido merely huffed a small breath and sunk back into a deep sleep.
Ohtori wished he knew how Shishido did that. And Jirou-senpai for that matter. Both seemed blessed with the ability to fall asleep anytime and any place. Ohtori lay awake for hours thinking. Mostly thinking. Sometimes trying to do something to ease his frustrations. He mentally berated himself and went back to concentrating on the darkness outside and counting the stops. Three remaining. Shishido gave a half-whisper in his sleep. Ohtori swallowed heavily.
As they approached the next station, they came out into the light again. Shishido mumbled and turned his face fully into Ohtori’s sweater. Just as people were really beginning to stare at the pair of them, the third year woke with a muffled “mmrhgh, Choutarou”. He sat up and automatically pulled a hand across his face to wipe the drool there. The second year pulled his bag tighter across his lap and tried to pull his features into a smile, rather than one of disappointment. They were silent as they travelled onto their own stop, Choutarou following his senpai off the train and towards their normal exit, into the juice bar that they usually stopped at even though the second year wasn’t sure his companion wanted to go in there today.
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“Choutarou! Why didn’t you shove me off? I can’t believe you let me fall asleep on you like a girl. So lame.” Shishido hissed. He raked a hand through his dishevelled hair.
“I … did try.” Choutarou tried to say but Shishido was already, rummaging through his own bag trying to find something, mumbling “so fucking lame” to himself., before abruptly looking up.
Shishido turned his head towards Choutarou and narrowed his eyes, looking deep at him as if searching for a trace of amusement or disdain or … something.
“Why didn’t you wake me?”
“You … looked tired.”
“But I was sprawled over you, like I was your girlfriend or something!”
“I …” Choutarou stopped. Say something, say something … he told his brain. He could feel his face going red. “I ...”
“A mango sunset and a grape and berry smoothie” A new voice cut in. The waitress bringing over the drinks. She put them down on the table and smiled before turning away.
Shishido pulled his drink towards him and starting slurping the yellow juice through the straw. Choutarou twiddled the straw on his, wondering what he should say, if he should say anything.
He looked up and saw the person in the booth across from him, the person he thought most of in all the world, who he would hate to lose more than anything and made a decision. He would …
Shishido looked up, seemingly not noticing the inner turmoil that Ohtori was sure must be spilling out across his features, and spoke with a smirk.
“You know, you would *totally* be the girl in our relationship.” before pulling his straw back to his mouth and taking another big noisy slurp around the bottom of his glass. Choutarou opened and closed his mouth a few times, unable to process the last statement or its subtext (was there any?), before settling for a deep sigh and taking a deep draft of his own smoothie. One day, he thought, one day I will manage this.
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THIS. GOLDEN:
“But I was sprawled over you, like I was your girlfriend or something!”
Shishido *shakes head*
Also. Manly drinks XD
Thank you, this really hit the spot ♥
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Manly drinks indeed. I nearly went for a Ponta Float but I couldn't quite do it.
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It's just awwww^^
Trying to deny something that is obviously for everyone else...
And it is still cute^^
Sorry my comment does not seem to make much sense but still^^
Just keep in mind that I loved your story :D
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This whole ficlet is made of win and adorkable love and had me grinning so hard throughout - I love reading about those boys being such endearingly awkward dorks and you really pulled it off perfectly. ♥ (Someone needs to hit Shishido with a big ol' clue-bat, though. xD)
Also:
“You know, you would *totally* be the girl in our relationship.”
Truer words were never spoken.
Thank you so much for writing and sharing this lovely little gem. ♥♥
Speaking of lovely little gems... Do you by chance still have this HUGE backlog of un-posted Silver Pair drabbles you wrote up for the fest last year? Because, needless to say, I'm still dying to read those someday. *___* /creepy stalker mode
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