[NWP Fic] Intertwined
Title: Intertwined
Author: walkwithheroes
Fandom: Nobuta wo Produce
Claim: Kusano Akira and Kotani 'Nobuta' Nobuko
Prompt: Blue Set: 01.Whispers In The Night
Type: Fanfic
Rating: PG
Word Count: 856
Warnings/Spoilers: Takes place in the same 'verse as Separately, Together and Treasured, and It's Gonna Rain TomorrowNo spoilers.
Disclaimer: I do not own Nobuta wo Produce or the characters of Akira and Nobuta.
Summary: Akira and Nobuta are always intertwined.
They sleep intertwined. He’s so close to her that she’s sure he could melt into her if he really wanted to. Sometimes . . . she thinks he wants to melt into her. Maybe, just maybe, he loves her too much. Sometimes she worries that she doesn’t love him enough.
He will do anything for her, she knows that. And, she would do anything for him. But, she still knows that he loves her more. Someone, maybe her mother, once told her that every couple has a person that just gives more.
*
They are in the kitchen and he is making her breakfast, when she gently tugs on the back of his shirt. When he glances back at her, there is a small smile tugging on the edges of his mouth.
“Mm?”
She doesn’t look him in the eyes, but stays staring at their point of contact. His shirt is old, and she thinks he must have had it since high school. It’s then that she realizes, with some regret, that she never saw him in street clothes during their high school days.
“Nobuta?”
At the mention of her name, Nobuta finally looks him in the eyes. “Akira.” She’s silent for a long moment, before: “I love you.”
Akira’s smile lights up his face. It’s as if those three words make his life worth living; Akira knows they do make his life worth living. “Mm,” he nods, almost as if he’s confirming it. “I love you, too.” Suddenly, he seems much more serious then he usually does. “Both of you.” Carefully, Akira puts a hand over Nobuta’s still- flat stomach.
Nobuta nods firmly. “Mm. Akira and Nobuta are forever.”
*
They sleep intertwined. He’s so close to her that he’s sure she could melt into him if she really wanted to. Sometimes . . . he thinks she wants to melt into him. Maybe, just maybe, she loves him too much. Sometimes he worries that he doesn’t love her enough.
She will do anything for him, he knows that. And, he would do anything for her. But, he still knows that she loves him more. Someone, maybe Shuji, once told him that every couple has a person that just gives more.
*
They are in the living room and he is watching her grade art projects. His Nobuta has a keen eye when it comes to art, Akira thinks. When she feels his eyes upon her, Nobuta glances at him and the slightest of smiles plays of the edges of her lips.
“Mm?”
Akira stays staring at her, his eyes firmly locked on her face. Her hair is covering half her face, and he realizes that she hasn’t looked that way since their early college years. He thinks that she has grown up so much in the last few years, but he sometimes regrets that she is now more open. There are times when he wishes to share her with no one, but now everyone knows her beauty.
“AKIRA?”
He nearly jumps when she calls his name. Nobuta doesn’t sound angry, just . . . loud. He recovers by laughing loudly and smiling widely. “No-bu-ta.”
Playfully, Akira crawls over to sit beside her. He places his head of her shoulder, as he swings an arm around Nobuta’s back. Moaning happily, he moves his other hand to rest on her small baby bump. “Ba-by No-bu-ta or A-ki-ra.” Akira doesn’t have to see her to know that Nobuta is smiling. “Our baby is happy?”
He feels her nod. “Yes, thank you. The baby is happy.”
Akira snuggles against her, smiling. “Happy little family.”
“Forever.”
*
They sleep intertwined. They are so close to each other that they are sure they could melt into one another if they really wanted to. Sometimes . . . they think they want to melt into each other. Maybe, just maybe, they love each other too much.
They would do anything for each other, and they know that. Everyone around them can see the simple truth: unlike most couples their love for one another is equal. If only they could see that.
*
They are lying in bed together, their bodies intertwined. Neither knows where one stops and the other begins. It’s the way they like it. His face in her hair, Akira can breathe Nobuta in. Her back pressed against Akira’s chest, Nobuta is sure she can feel Akira’s heart beat.
One of Akira’s arms is Nobuta’s pillow; the other is wrapped protectively around Nobuta’s waist. With his hand, he tries to feel the heart beat of the baby. If he’s lucky, he may feel the baby kick.
In that place between being awake and being asleep, Akira seems to hear himself whisper, “Akira loves Nobuta and their baby.”
He is sure he hears the most beautiful voice in the world whisper, “Nobuta and baby love their Akira.”
Despite the fact that they are already interwined together, he moves himself closer to her. It is at that moment, that Akira is sure he is one with Nobuta. Because, inside Nobuta is a small person that is both him and his beatiful girl.
Author: walkwithheroes
Fandom: Nobuta wo Produce
Claim: Kusano Akira and Kotani 'Nobuta' Nobuko
Prompt: Blue Set: 01.Whispers In The Night
Type: Fanfic
Rating: PG
Word Count: 856
Warnings/Spoilers: Takes place in the same 'verse as Separately, Together and Treasured, and It's Gonna Rain TomorrowNo spoilers.
Disclaimer: I do not own Nobuta wo Produce or the characters of Akira and Nobuta.
Summary: Akira and Nobuta are always intertwined.
They sleep intertwined. He’s so close to her that she’s sure he could melt into her if he really wanted to. Sometimes . . . she thinks he wants to melt into her. Maybe, just maybe, he loves her too much. Sometimes she worries that she doesn’t love him enough.
He will do anything for her, she knows that. And, she would do anything for him. But, she still knows that he loves her more. Someone, maybe her mother, once told her that every couple has a person that just gives more.
*
They are in the kitchen and he is making her breakfast, when she gently tugs on the back of his shirt. When he glances back at her, there is a small smile tugging on the edges of his mouth.
“Mm?”
She doesn’t look him in the eyes, but stays staring at their point of contact. His shirt is old, and she thinks he must have had it since high school. It’s then that she realizes, with some regret, that she never saw him in street clothes during their high school days.
“Nobuta?”
At the mention of her name, Nobuta finally looks him in the eyes. “Akira.” She’s silent for a long moment, before: “I love you.”
Akira’s smile lights up his face. It’s as if those three words make his life worth living; Akira knows they do make his life worth living. “Mm,” he nods, almost as if he’s confirming it. “I love you, too.” Suddenly, he seems much more serious then he usually does. “Both of you.” Carefully, Akira puts a hand over Nobuta’s still- flat stomach.
Nobuta nods firmly. “Mm. Akira and Nobuta are forever.”
*
They sleep intertwined. He’s so close to her that he’s sure she could melt into him if she really wanted to. Sometimes . . . he thinks she wants to melt into him. Maybe, just maybe, she loves him too much. Sometimes he worries that he doesn’t love her enough.
She will do anything for him, he knows that. And, he would do anything for her. But, he still knows that she loves him more. Someone, maybe Shuji, once told him that every couple has a person that just gives more.
*
They are in the living room and he is watching her grade art projects. His Nobuta has a keen eye when it comes to art, Akira thinks. When she feels his eyes upon her, Nobuta glances at him and the slightest of smiles plays of the edges of her lips.
“Mm?”
Akira stays staring at her, his eyes firmly locked on her face. Her hair is covering half her face, and he realizes that she hasn’t looked that way since their early college years. He thinks that she has grown up so much in the last few years, but he sometimes regrets that she is now more open. There are times when he wishes to share her with no one, but now everyone knows her beauty.
“AKIRA?”
He nearly jumps when she calls his name. Nobuta doesn’t sound angry, just . . . loud. He recovers by laughing loudly and smiling widely. “No-bu-ta.”
Playfully, Akira crawls over to sit beside her. He places his head of her shoulder, as he swings an arm around Nobuta’s back. Moaning happily, he moves his other hand to rest on her small baby bump. “Ba-by No-bu-ta or A-ki-ra.” Akira doesn’t have to see her to know that Nobuta is smiling. “Our baby is happy?”
He feels her nod. “Yes, thank you. The baby is happy.”
Akira snuggles against her, smiling. “Happy little family.”
“Forever.”
*
They sleep intertwined. They are so close to each other that they are sure they could melt into one another if they really wanted to. Sometimes . . . they think they want to melt into each other. Maybe, just maybe, they love each other too much.
They would do anything for each other, and they know that. Everyone around them can see the simple truth: unlike most couples their love for one another is equal. If only they could see that.
*
They are lying in bed together, their bodies intertwined. Neither knows where one stops and the other begins. It’s the way they like it. His face in her hair, Akira can breathe Nobuta in. Her back pressed against Akira’s chest, Nobuta is sure she can feel Akira’s heart beat.
One of Akira’s arms is Nobuta’s pillow; the other is wrapped protectively around Nobuta’s waist. With his hand, he tries to feel the heart beat of the baby. If he’s lucky, he may feel the baby kick.
In that place between being awake and being asleep, Akira seems to hear himself whisper, “Akira loves Nobuta and their baby.”
He is sure he hears the most beautiful voice in the world whisper, “Nobuta and baby love their Akira.”
Despite the fact that they are already interwined together, he moves himself closer to her. It is at that moment, that Akira is sure he is one with Nobuta. Because, inside Nobuta is a small person that is both him and his beatiful girl.