Looking Constant [Minami-ke | Fujioka/Kana | PG]
Title: Looking Constant
By: worblehat
Fandom: Minami-ke
Pairing: Fujioka/Kana
Rating: PG
Summary: Fujioka spaces out a lot.
Notes: Written with 15_minute_fic's prompt word #94 (under the LJ-cut). I just really wanted something with this pairing because poor Fujioka-kun should get some love. ♥ Self-beta'd.
Word Count: 1,228
Word: Watching.
He remembers hearing her voice first: She was turned around, leaning over to grab at something in her shoe, skirt hiked up just a little higher than normal as she bent over further. His cheeks flushed and she wondered aloud where her safety pin had gone.
He spotted it on her desk and picked it up, handing it to her. She blinked and smiled, then gave him a strong pat on the back. It was rough and shook him up a little (he wasn't used to girls having that much power in their arms) but she was so warm and friendly and her smile was so, so...
"Fujioka?"
"Eh? Kana!" He jumps a little, almost falling out of his chair. Any time Kana speaks to him, his heart stops and starts again, pounding more loudly and more fully than it does with anyone else. Maybe that's why he finds himself staring at her in class; or sometimes gazing off into space, thinking about her.
"You looked spaced out," asks Kana. "Are you having digestive problems?"
"N-No," he says in response, giving a nervous laugh. It's becoming harder not to get lost in his thoughts about her; every time he feels close to finally confessing his feelings to her (in a way she would understand and not take as a bid for the title of Banchou), it seems to backfire. He sighs."I was just thinking about what I'm doing after school today."
Kana's mouth forms an "o" of understanding before she leans in - leans up to him, eyes wide and curious.
"Do you want to come over today?" he asks before he has time to think about it.
Kana doesn't even waste time on blinking before replying: "Do you have any food?"
"...Yes," he says uncertainly.
She leans in further, and Fujioka thinks he might pass out at any second. He wants to be this close...but he wants to be prepared for it first!
"Good food?" she presses.
"Yes!" he says. "A-And if we don't, we can go to the store and buy whatever you want. Is...that okay?"
Kana gives him a thumbs up and runs off. Fujioka looks at his hands, wondering what has just happened - what he's just said out loud, after days, weeks, months of thinking of the right way to ask. Kana's voice makes him smile when it brags "...and he said I could eat anything I wanted! I've always liked Fujioka."
He tries really hard not to read too much into the last sentence.
-
Nobody's home when they arrive, something that makes Fujioka both nervous and...more nervous. He keeps his hands in his pockets because he doesn't want her to see them shaking; but takes them out again when Kana asks if he's playing with himself like the perverts she saw in a TV program a few days before. Fujioka wonders if she knows what she's talking about, but shakes the doubt from his mind as they sneak beneath the warm fabric of the kotatsu.
His legs and Kana's meet and she doesn't move. He listens to her talk about things, watching her all the while: her hair, which is always up in pigtails (what would they look like down?); the semi-vacant look in her eyes that warms whenever she smiles (so pretty...); the lips that are just wet enough to ki-
"Fujioka?"
He blinks. Kana's face is less than six centimeters away. When did he get this close to her? He pulls back, rubbing at the back of his neck, eyes closing in instinct. "Sorry...I guess I spaced out again."
When he opens them again it's to see Kana leaning in, focusing intently on him. He swallows, his throat suddenly dry.
"K-Kana?"
"What were you thinking about?" she asks; her knee's touching his, and if he slips his hand just another bit, he could be touching her pinky-
"Was it space aliens?" her voice continues. "I thought I saw one last night! It was climbing on top of Chiaki's head and-"
"I like you."
"-so I knocked it off with a...what?" Kana stops talking, her head cocked to the side.
"I like you," says Fujioka again, his whole body shaking but stilling at the confused look on her face. He reaches over, limbs moving on automatic. He's never kissed before, and he isn't sure he's doing it right - he's sure he isn't when he leads Kana's face just that much closer to his and their noses bump. He laughs apologetically and is about to pull back when Kana tilts her head further and leans in.
Fujioka's eyes widen more than they have ever before in his lifetime. Something stirs in his chest; his whole body, hands, mind are filled with thoughts of Kana, Kana...I'm kissing Kana...
Her tongue swipes along his lower lip and he jumps. Kana just stares at him as he covers his mouth, his face a bright red. "Did I bite you?" she asks.
He can't make his vocal chords work just yet so he shakes his head emphatically to signal "no" as best he can.
"Your face is really red, Fujioka," she observes. "Are you sure you're not having problems digesting? I heard from Haruka that prunes-"
"I'm not having digestive problems!" he manages to say, his voice breaking. "I just...didn't think you felt the same way."
"Huh?"
"Kana," he says, trying not to faint before he can get the words out. "Do you want to be my girlfriend?"
"Hmm..." She thinks, muttering things that he can't hear, frowning in thought. A few minutes pass by and then she points at him. "Will you give me more food if I say yes?"
"Sure..." he says, smiling.
"Well, okay then."
Fujioka doesn't think he'll stop smiling for weeks.
-
He's startled the next day when he glances over during math to sneak a look at Kana and she's staring back at him.
-
"Thanks for walking her back in the rain, Fujioka-kun," says Haruka as he and Kana situate themselves beneath the kotatsu. Kana is already messing up Chiaki's hair, causing her younger sister to grumble about how he should have just let her stay out there.
"Do you want to stay for dinner?" asks Haruka over the din of Chiaki trying to dismantle Kana's head.
"He's staying," says Kana before going back to protecting her neck.
"Oh...um," is all Fujioka says, blushing.
-
"That was delicious, Haruka-san," he says after, watching Kana out of the corner of his eye as she stretches out, her stomach showing. He forces himself to look away, even though he thinks she's cute like this. Her foot is touching just below his knee and he doesn't move; even when Haruka starts asking him about school.
Kana eventually sits up and Fujioka looks over before masking the empty sense of cold he suddenly feels when their bodies are no longer touching. Haruka asks if anything is wrong and he apologises before continuing to talk about the last school project he's done. Then he feels a hand, warm at the palm with cold fingertips pressing around his own. Kana nods at him before flopping down onto the floor, snoring lightly after a minute or two.
Fujioka squeezes gently.
By: worblehat
Fandom: Minami-ke
Pairing: Fujioka/Kana
Rating: PG
Summary: Fujioka spaces out a lot.
Notes: Written with 15_minute_fic's prompt word #94 (under the LJ-cut). I just really wanted something with this pairing because poor Fujioka-kun should get some love. ♥ Self-beta'd.
Word Count: 1,228
Word: Watching.
He remembers hearing her voice first: She was turned around, leaning over to grab at something in her shoe, skirt hiked up just a little higher than normal as she bent over further. His cheeks flushed and she wondered aloud where her safety pin had gone.
He spotted it on her desk and picked it up, handing it to her. She blinked and smiled, then gave him a strong pat on the back. It was rough and shook him up a little (he wasn't used to girls having that much power in their arms) but she was so warm and friendly and her smile was so, so...
"Fujioka?"
"Eh? Kana!" He jumps a little, almost falling out of his chair. Any time Kana speaks to him, his heart stops and starts again, pounding more loudly and more fully than it does with anyone else. Maybe that's why he finds himself staring at her in class; or sometimes gazing off into space, thinking about her.
"You looked spaced out," asks Kana. "Are you having digestive problems?"
"N-No," he says in response, giving a nervous laugh. It's becoming harder not to get lost in his thoughts about her; every time he feels close to finally confessing his feelings to her (in a way she would understand and not take as a bid for the title of Banchou), it seems to backfire. He sighs."I was just thinking about what I'm doing after school today."
Kana's mouth forms an "o" of understanding before she leans in - leans up to him, eyes wide and curious.
"Do you want to come over today?" he asks before he has time to think about it.
Kana doesn't even waste time on blinking before replying: "Do you have any food?"
"...Yes," he says uncertainly.
She leans in further, and Fujioka thinks he might pass out at any second. He wants to be this close...but he wants to be prepared for it first!
"Good food?" she presses.
"Yes!" he says. "A-And if we don't, we can go to the store and buy whatever you want. Is...that okay?"
Kana gives him a thumbs up and runs off. Fujioka looks at his hands, wondering what has just happened - what he's just said out loud, after days, weeks, months of thinking of the right way to ask. Kana's voice makes him smile when it brags "...and he said I could eat anything I wanted! I've always liked Fujioka."
He tries really hard not to read too much into the last sentence.
-
Nobody's home when they arrive, something that makes Fujioka both nervous and...more nervous. He keeps his hands in his pockets because he doesn't want her to see them shaking; but takes them out again when Kana asks if he's playing with himself like the perverts she saw in a TV program a few days before. Fujioka wonders if she knows what she's talking about, but shakes the doubt from his mind as they sneak beneath the warm fabric of the kotatsu.
His legs and Kana's meet and she doesn't move. He listens to her talk about things, watching her all the while: her hair, which is always up in pigtails (what would they look like down?); the semi-vacant look in her eyes that warms whenever she smiles (so pretty...); the lips that are just wet enough to ki-
"Fujioka?"
He blinks. Kana's face is less than six centimeters away. When did he get this close to her? He pulls back, rubbing at the back of his neck, eyes closing in instinct. "Sorry...I guess I spaced out again."
When he opens them again it's to see Kana leaning in, focusing intently on him. He swallows, his throat suddenly dry.
"K-Kana?"
"What were you thinking about?" she asks; her knee's touching his, and if he slips his hand just another bit, he could be touching her pinky-
"Was it space aliens?" her voice continues. "I thought I saw one last night! It was climbing on top of Chiaki's head and-"
"I like you."
"-so I knocked it off with a...what?" Kana stops talking, her head cocked to the side.
"I like you," says Fujioka again, his whole body shaking but stilling at the confused look on her face. He reaches over, limbs moving on automatic. He's never kissed before, and he isn't sure he's doing it right - he's sure he isn't when he leads Kana's face just that much closer to his and their noses bump. He laughs apologetically and is about to pull back when Kana tilts her head further and leans in.
Fujioka's eyes widen more than they have ever before in his lifetime. Something stirs in his chest; his whole body, hands, mind are filled with thoughts of Kana, Kana...I'm kissing Kana...
Her tongue swipes along his lower lip and he jumps. Kana just stares at him as he covers his mouth, his face a bright red. "Did I bite you?" she asks.
He can't make his vocal chords work just yet so he shakes his head emphatically to signal "no" as best he can.
"Your face is really red, Fujioka," she observes. "Are you sure you're not having problems digesting? I heard from Haruka that prunes-"
"I'm not having digestive problems!" he manages to say, his voice breaking. "I just...didn't think you felt the same way."
"Huh?"
"Kana," he says, trying not to faint before he can get the words out. "Do you want to be my girlfriend?"
"Hmm..." She thinks, muttering things that he can't hear, frowning in thought. A few minutes pass by and then she points at him. "Will you give me more food if I say yes?"
"Sure..." he says, smiling.
"Well, okay then."
Fujioka doesn't think he'll stop smiling for weeks.
-
He's startled the next day when he glances over during math to sneak a look at Kana and she's staring back at him.
-
"Thanks for walking her back in the rain, Fujioka-kun," says Haruka as he and Kana situate themselves beneath the kotatsu. Kana is already messing up Chiaki's hair, causing her younger sister to grumble about how he should have just let her stay out there.
"Do you want to stay for dinner?" asks Haruka over the din of Chiaki trying to dismantle Kana's head.
"He's staying," says Kana before going back to protecting her neck.
"Oh...um," is all Fujioka says, blushing.
-
"That was delicious, Haruka-san," he says after, watching Kana out of the corner of his eye as she stretches out, her stomach showing. He forces himself to look away, even though he thinks she's cute like this. Her foot is touching just below his knee and he doesn't move; even when Haruka starts asking him about school.
Kana eventually sits up and Fujioka looks over before masking the empty sense of cold he suddenly feels when their bodies are no longer touching. Haruka asks if anything is wrong and he apologises before continuing to talk about the last school project he's done. Then he feels a hand, warm at the palm with cold fingertips pressing around his own. Kana nods at him before flopping down onto the floor, snoring lightly after a minute or two.
Fujioka squeezes gently.