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Written for the 30 kisses challenge. I tried to meet the deadline, so the story's not really up to standard but I hope you enjoy it anyway. I apologize to those who receive repeats.
Title: Admiration, Curry and all that Jazz
Author/Artist: Nataku_kun
Pairing: Fuwa Daichi/Satou Shigeki
Fandom: Whistle!
Theme: #7- Superstar
Disclaimer: I do not own "Whistle!" This series belongs to Higuchi Daichi
When Shige had blocked that near goal, Fuwa saw something that he’d never seen in the blonde before. Maybe it was just the rain kissing the blonde’s skin gently, but Fuwa, who was never one for superstition, saw the glowing aura which engulfed the young, talented player. The aura blinded the 13-year-old and he was absolutely certain that Shige would climb all the way to the top one day, to superstardom in the world of soccer. Fuwa suddenly felt a knot of guilt. He wanted to know the boy, he wanted to know Shige and not just to observe him from afar like he did with everyone else, because, for once, this was not an experiment. For once, it was a connection he wanted to establish, a relationship because for once in his life, the young genius didn’t want to just observe, but to be part of it. There was just something about Shige- the way he looked, his loud personality, his graceful play, he really wasn't sure but there was just something about Shige.
“Treat me to dinner and I’ll forget about it.”
When the blonde forward says such easy-going and casual things, it always makes Fuwa smile, though he doesn’t always do so visibly. It just always feels... pleasant.
So now, Fuwa sat across the table from Shige who looked ultimately amazed, afterall, how many people get the privilege to go over to Fuwa 'Crusher' Daichi's house? Yes, they were at Fuwa's house, sitting rather quietly and awkwardly, eating the curry rice Fuwa made. “You know, Fuwa, I was only joking when I said that at the match, I mean, I only asked you to give me your notes, you didn't have to trouble yourself into inviting me over… Ah, this is all Pochi’s fault, he’s so stingy… why won’t he let me have his notes? We’re in the same class…” Shige looked around the room nervously (maybe the 'Crusher' holds a grudge against him?), looking quite out of character but Fuwa just shook his head and continued eating.
/I feel like I owe it to you/
“Did you say something, Fuwa?” Shige's nervous look melted away and he gave the other boy a confident smirk, “Ah! Fuwa-sensei’s blushing!!!”
Fuwa scowled and threw a spoon at Shige’s head, “Eat.”
Shige rubbed his head and looked at his hand to find a small amount of curry smothered over it, “Aww... sensei, what was that for? You're so mean!" Shige grinned as he whined, "And don’t you need this spoon to eat?”
Fuwa picked up his fork, “It’s fine, I’ll use this.”
“Ah!!! Sensei’s so cool! He can cook well too! With this recipe, you can reach stardom! The new Iron Chef!” Shige said in his usual, exaggerated manner.
This time, Fuwa couldn’t help but smile, “No,” He answered short and straightforwardly.
/You're the only superstar here/
Title: Admiration, Curry and all that Jazz
Author/Artist: Nataku_kun
Pairing: Fuwa Daichi/Satou Shigeki
Fandom: Whistle!
Theme: #7- Superstar
Disclaimer: I do not own "Whistle!" This series belongs to Higuchi Daichi
When Shige had blocked that near goal, Fuwa saw something that he’d never seen in the blonde before. Maybe it was just the rain kissing the blonde’s skin gently, but Fuwa, who was never one for superstition, saw the glowing aura which engulfed the young, talented player. The aura blinded the 13-year-old and he was absolutely certain that Shige would climb all the way to the top one day, to superstardom in the world of soccer. Fuwa suddenly felt a knot of guilt. He wanted to know the boy, he wanted to know Shige and not just to observe him from afar like he did with everyone else, because, for once, this was not an experiment. For once, it was a connection he wanted to establish, a relationship because for once in his life, the young genius didn’t want to just observe, but to be part of it. There was just something about Shige- the way he looked, his loud personality, his graceful play, he really wasn't sure but there was just something about Shige.
“Treat me to dinner and I’ll forget about it.”
When the blonde forward says such easy-going and casual things, it always makes Fuwa smile, though he doesn’t always do so visibly. It just always feels... pleasant.
So now, Fuwa sat across the table from Shige who looked ultimately amazed, afterall, how many people get the privilege to go over to Fuwa 'Crusher' Daichi's house? Yes, they were at Fuwa's house, sitting rather quietly and awkwardly, eating the curry rice Fuwa made. “You know, Fuwa, I was only joking when I said that at the match, I mean, I only asked you to give me your notes, you didn't have to trouble yourself into inviting me over… Ah, this is all Pochi’s fault, he’s so stingy… why won’t he let me have his notes? We’re in the same class…” Shige looked around the room nervously (maybe the 'Crusher' holds a grudge against him?), looking quite out of character but Fuwa just shook his head and continued eating.
/I feel like I owe it to you/
“Did you say something, Fuwa?” Shige's nervous look melted away and he gave the other boy a confident smirk, “Ah! Fuwa-sensei’s blushing!!!”
Fuwa scowled and threw a spoon at Shige’s head, “Eat.”
Shige rubbed his head and looked at his hand to find a small amount of curry smothered over it, “Aww... sensei, what was that for? You're so mean!" Shige grinned as he whined, "And don’t you need this spoon to eat?”
Fuwa picked up his fork, “It’s fine, I’ll use this.”
“Ah!!! Sensei’s so cool! He can cook well too! With this recipe, you can reach stardom! The new Iron Chef!” Shige said in his usual, exaggerated manner.
This time, Fuwa couldn’t help but smile, “No,” He answered short and straightforwardly.
/You're the only superstar here/