[ Nobuta wo Produce fic] Little Stars
They are back! After over a year, I bring another Akira/Nobuta (soon to be Baby) story
Title: Little Stars
Author: walkwithheroes
Fandom: Nobuta wo Produce
Claim: Kusano Akira and Kotani 'Nobuta' Nobuko
Prompt: 05.Starry Nights
Type: Fanfic
Rating: G
Word Count: 812
Warnings/Spoilers: Takes place in the same 'verse as Separately, Together, Treasured, It's Gonna Rain Tomorrow, Intertwined
and To be Great /No spoilers.
Disclaimer: I do not own Nobuta wo Produce or the characters of Akira and Nobuta.
Summary: Akira wants his future child to have the best of everything; Nobuta wishes he'd stop worrying.
Looking at it closely, it really wasn’t all that fantastic. Baby was supposed to have things that were brilliant and awe inspiring, but this thing was . . . it was white and yellow and . . . tiny; not at all imaginative or unique. His eyes narrowed tightly on it, Akira cannot help but be worried that his Baby would become dumb and unimaginative just by staring at it. Akira really wanted his and Nobuta’s Baby to grow up smart. Smart and beautiful and creative and kind and unique - just like Nobuta. But, that was not going to happen if the poor kid stared at the plastic white mobile, petite yellow stars hanging pathetically from it, every day for even a week.
Akira had wanted to throw it out right away, but Nobuta had refused. She had held it gently in her hands and explained, rather patiently- like she was talking to one of her students, “Your father bought it in America.”
He had wanted to tell her that the mobile was cheap looking and that his father had probably bought it from a crazy person on the street. But . . .Nobuta had just seemed so happy that Akira’s father was thinking of Baby. After all, Mr. Kusano was still rather upset that Akira and Nobuta had yet to actually hold a wedding ceremony.
Sure, Nobuta and Akira had signed the papers and register the marriage (two months after finding out Nobuta was going to have Baby), but they hadn’t bothered with the actual ceremony. Instead, Nobuta and Akira had dressed up in a wedding dress and suit, respectively, and taken a few photos. They had even gotten a reluctant Shuuji into the act. Mariko and little Aki had thankfully been much more excited about dressing up as bride’s maid and flower girl.
They were all good memories, expect - the mobile was still ugly. It spun around, sure. And it did play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. However -
“It’s just no good,” Akira sighed somewhat overdramatically, before tossing the ‘it’ onto the sofa.
“It’s good.” Nobuta stated flatly from their small kitchen. She poured a glass of milk, before joining him in the living area. Handing the glass to Akira, she added; “It’s simple. It looks nice in Baby’s room.”
Taking a swing of his milk, Akira groaned inwardly. She just really didn’t get it. The room for their baby had been decorated beautifully by the two of them over the last eight months. There was light sea green paint on the walls, colorful pictures of far off places, shelves of books, stuffed animals, and a lovely white crib. And now - there was going to be the Plastic Star Mobile of Doom. Akira really just couldn’t get past it. Even if the thing was a (cheap) gift from his father, it was still ugly.
“I think. . . that if Baby knows it’s a gift from your father, than Baby will be happy; happy that someone thought to give a gift, especially because your father is still angry with us for not holding a wedding.” Nobuta gave Akira a tiny smile, which he quickly returned.
“Nobuta is smart.” Akira slowly turned his attention back to the mobile. “There are uglier things in the world. Like, the pictures Aki-chan draws.”
“AKIRA.”
Pouted slightly, Akira gave Nobuta puppy dog eyes. “It’s true. Aki-chan can’t draw. Her Shuuji looks fat and her Nobuta looks like a ball and her me looks like a stick.” He pointed toward the drawing, which was currently attached to the refrigerator via a pig magnet, to farther his point. “See?”
Nobuta glanced back at the picture to Akira, than back at the picture. He really did have a point. But, Aki’s drawing skills were the least important thing at the moment. No, what was important was,
“So, the mobile is okay?”
“Yes,” he nodded happily. “because Nobuta wants it.” Quickly he reached down and picked it up. With a loopy grin, Akira dusted off the dirt that wasn’t there. “It’s not terrible once you look closely at it.”
“Mm,” Nobuta nodded shortly. “like Akira.”
“Like Akira.” There was a pause, before his eyes slowly turned toward Nobuta. A slight scowl on his face, Akira asked; “What do you mean by that?”
“AKIRA,” Nobuta’s eyes widened slightly. “Baby kicked. Baby’s happy with the mobile too.”
Throwing his arms into the air, Akira did a small dance. “Akira made his Nobuta and their Baby happy. Akira is the best Daddy ever.” He reached out, offering her his free hand. “Akira loves his family.”
She gently took his hand in hers, while keeping her other hand on her belly. “They love their Akira.”
The two exchanged a large smile, before heading to Baby’s room to put the star mobile over the crib.
There was, after all, only one more month until Baby.
Title: Little Stars
Author: walkwithheroes
Fandom: Nobuta wo Produce
Claim: Kusano Akira and Kotani 'Nobuta' Nobuko
Prompt: 05.Starry Nights
Type: Fanfic
Rating: G
Word Count: 812
Warnings/Spoilers: Takes place in the same 'verse as Separately, Together, Treasured, It's Gonna Rain Tomorrow, Intertwined
and To be Great /No spoilers.
Disclaimer: I do not own Nobuta wo Produce or the characters of Akira and Nobuta.
Summary: Akira wants his future child to have the best of everything; Nobuta wishes he'd stop worrying.
Looking at it closely, it really wasn’t all that fantastic. Baby was supposed to have things that were brilliant and awe inspiring, but this thing was . . . it was white and yellow and . . . tiny; not at all imaginative or unique. His eyes narrowed tightly on it, Akira cannot help but be worried that his Baby would become dumb and unimaginative just by staring at it. Akira really wanted his and Nobuta’s Baby to grow up smart. Smart and beautiful and creative and kind and unique - just like Nobuta. But, that was not going to happen if the poor kid stared at the plastic white mobile, petite yellow stars hanging pathetically from it, every day for even a week.
Akira had wanted to throw it out right away, but Nobuta had refused. She had held it gently in her hands and explained, rather patiently- like she was talking to one of her students, “Your father bought it in America.”
He had wanted to tell her that the mobile was cheap looking and that his father had probably bought it from a crazy person on the street. But . . .Nobuta had just seemed so happy that Akira’s father was thinking of Baby. After all, Mr. Kusano was still rather upset that Akira and Nobuta had yet to actually hold a wedding ceremony.
Sure, Nobuta and Akira had signed the papers and register the marriage (two months after finding out Nobuta was going to have Baby), but they hadn’t bothered with the actual ceremony. Instead, Nobuta and Akira had dressed up in a wedding dress and suit, respectively, and taken a few photos. They had even gotten a reluctant Shuuji into the act. Mariko and little Aki had thankfully been much more excited about dressing up as bride’s maid and flower girl.
They were all good memories, expect - the mobile was still ugly. It spun around, sure. And it did play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. However -
“It’s just no good,” Akira sighed somewhat overdramatically, before tossing the ‘it’ onto the sofa.
“It’s good.” Nobuta stated flatly from their small kitchen. She poured a glass of milk, before joining him in the living area. Handing the glass to Akira, she added; “It’s simple. It looks nice in Baby’s room.”
Taking a swing of his milk, Akira groaned inwardly. She just really didn’t get it. The room for their baby had been decorated beautifully by the two of them over the last eight months. There was light sea green paint on the walls, colorful pictures of far off places, shelves of books, stuffed animals, and a lovely white crib. And now - there was going to be the Plastic Star Mobile of Doom. Akira really just couldn’t get past it. Even if the thing was a (cheap) gift from his father, it was still ugly.
“I think. . . that if Baby knows it’s a gift from your father, than Baby will be happy; happy that someone thought to give a gift, especially because your father is still angry with us for not holding a wedding.” Nobuta gave Akira a tiny smile, which he quickly returned.
“Nobuta is smart.” Akira slowly turned his attention back to the mobile. “There are uglier things in the world. Like, the pictures Aki-chan draws.”
“AKIRA.”
Pouted slightly, Akira gave Nobuta puppy dog eyes. “It’s true. Aki-chan can’t draw. Her Shuuji looks fat and her Nobuta looks like a ball and her me looks like a stick.” He pointed toward the drawing, which was currently attached to the refrigerator via a pig magnet, to farther his point. “See?”
Nobuta glanced back at the picture to Akira, than back at the picture. He really did have a point. But, Aki’s drawing skills were the least important thing at the moment. No, what was important was,
“So, the mobile is okay?”
“Yes,” he nodded happily. “because Nobuta wants it.” Quickly he reached down and picked it up. With a loopy grin, Akira dusted off the dirt that wasn’t there. “It’s not terrible once you look closely at it.”
“Mm,” Nobuta nodded shortly. “like Akira.”
“Like Akira.” There was a pause, before his eyes slowly turned toward Nobuta. A slight scowl on his face, Akira asked; “What do you mean by that?”
“AKIRA,” Nobuta’s eyes widened slightly. “Baby kicked. Baby’s happy with the mobile too.”
Throwing his arms into the air, Akira did a small dance. “Akira made his Nobuta and their Baby happy. Akira is the best Daddy ever.” He reached out, offering her his free hand. “Akira loves his family.”
She gently took his hand in hers, while keeping her other hand on her belly. “They love their Akira.”
The two exchanged a large smile, before heading to Baby’s room to put the star mobile over the crib.
There was, after all, only one more month until Baby.