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[waxrose]

If you care about my sanity and general state-of-well-being, you will give me a prompt right now.*

* The consequences of ignoring this message will likely include 5,400 words of Brian/Ted cuddling, Oishi/Kaidoh angst and just about anything else I can inflict on you.In other news, I spent most of the morning looking for pictures of Toda Erika. I

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[waxrose]

toda_erika is a good place to start! Sheissopretty. *_________*

It's a very good prompt! I think I may have deviated from it a little, though...

"Let's spy on Nobuta," Akira says and Shuuji blinks at him, once, twice, before even makes the usual mistake of replying. He probably should have just stuck his nose in his math textbook and pretended he didn't hear. Akira usually found something else to amuse himself with after about, oh, two seconds.

"She's not here." Or they weren't there. Either way, "Unless you've got cameras set up a few thousand miles from here tracking her every move, I don't think that it's possible."

"Booooooring, Shuuji," Akira pokes him in the forehead with a pencil, actually quite hard. He's going to have a small, dot-shaped bruise tomorrow. "Use your imagination, hn? Look at the television." He waves a hand in the general direction of the junked-up televison he bought on some old street vendor for a few hundred yen last week. It doesn't work, but Akira dumped it happily in a corner of his apartment, right next to the window. Even if it didn't work, he had reasoned to Shuuji, he rather liked the antennae.

"And..." Shuuji closed his math textbook. "It's a piece of crap."

"Don't you see Nobuta?" Akira scoots closer to him, grabbing one of the pillows scattered on the floor. "She's having lunch with Mariko-chan! Doesn't it look delicious?"

The corner of Shuuji's mouth twitched, but he bumped against Akira's shoulder, leaning back braced against both arms. "It's evening," he commented, "She can't be eating lunch now. She's probably in bed."

"Oh, I can see that now!" Akira waved his hand dismissively, almost knocking Shuuji's textbook off the table. "Look, her nightgown has little piggies on it. So cute!"

Shuuji closed his eyes, rubbing his forehead tiredly. "You are a moron. Look, I'm going home." He stretched, arms high above his head. "You have fun watching pretend Nobuta sleep, or whatever-"

"No, don't leave," Akira tugged at his shirt sleeve. "Just look, Shuuji. Look. What is she doing?"

Shuuji slumped back, staring at the broken-down television. "She's smiling," he said finally.

Akira beamed at him, nudging him in the side with his elbow, "It's good to know that she's happy, isn't it?"

"I guess," Shuuji kept his gaze riveted on the blank television, lonely in the dark corner of the room.

"So, don't go?" He didn't even have to look at Akira to know that he was pulling out his best pouty expression. Shuuji sighed.

"I won't. Not yet."

"Yes!" Akira flung his arms around him, nearly sending them both sprawling to the floor. "Shuuji-kun is gonna stay!"

"You're an idiot." But Shuuji was smiling anyways.

[thawrecka]

Ooh, shiny! Thank you kindly for the link.

That story = socute omg! ♥ It's so Shuji and so Akira.