[FANFIC--ShiroAi] What Love Is
Title: What Love Is
Author: a1y-puff
Fandom: The Musical Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Shirota Yuu x Aiba Hiroki
Genre: General romance… maybe…
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don’t own these boys, really… They belong to themselves and have their own lives. Everything written on this fic has nothing to do with their real lives, and it’s all only a product of MY imagination ^^;
Note: Whew.. after writing TezuFuji, writing ShiroAi was quite refreshing XD
BTW this is un-beta-ed, so feel free to point out my grammatical errors >.<
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Shirota Yuu heaved a sigh as he looked at the face of the person sleeping on his sofa. Again, the younger boy had fallen into a deep sleep. Shirota was only taking a bath but Aiba didn’t even wait for him. It had always been like this. It’s true Aiba almost never decline every time Shirota asked him to come over to his apartment as long as he had the time, but most of the time, he would just fall asleep like this. When he did not fall asleep, he either just emptying Shirota’s stock of chocolates, or rummaging into Shirota’s things, looking for some good movies to watch, or good games to play. The best thing Shirota could get from Aiba was a kiss (and it was always Shirota who initiated it). They almost never do what lovers usually do when they’re alone in an apartment room. Not that he dare to make his move on Aiba either, for he was afraid Aiba would move away. Besides, according to what he read in Aiba’s profile, Aiba hate perverts, and Shirota didn’t want to be classified as one by Aiba.
Was Aiba just being shy? Or it was because Aiba didn’t hold the same feeling Shirota did, and he only came whenever Shirota asked him to, only to fulfill his ‘duty’, because they were going out? Then why did he ever agree to go out with him? Shirota never had the guts to ask.
Shirota started to wonder, what was it actually that bonded them together? When two people are agreed to go out, it’s supposed to be because they were bond by love, right? But Shirota never knew what love is like.
“I want to be with you,” was Shirota’s statement at the moment he confessed to Aiba a few months ago. He did not say he love Aiba, for he never knew what kind of feeling ‘love’ was.
The younger boy blinked as he diverted his attention from his script to Shirota. “You mean you want to go out with me?” he asked.
“Well,” Shirota paused, tried to fix an appropriate sentence in his head, but he could not. “Yeah, kind of. That is if you don’t mind,” Shirota said as he gathered up his courage to look into Aiba’s eyes.
Aiba stared at Shirota, as if by scrutinizing his face, Aiba would be able to read through him. “Why?” Aiba asked at last.
Shirota opened his mouth to answer, but words had escaped him. What should he tell Aiba? It’s true that Shirota liked him. Aiba was fun to be with. He enjoyed being with Aiba; joking around with him, laughing with him, doing pranks to each other, get into detention together… and how he liked it to see Aiba’s bright-and sometimes naughty-smile… and that he wanted to be with Aiba so badly. But was that all what is called ‘love’? Should he told Aiba all that?
Aiba was eyeing Shirota as he could not spill out a single word. Seeing how speechless Shirota was, Aiba heaved a sigh before he gave Shirota a “well, okay,” answer.
It was just an ‘okay’, but it made Shirota happy. Shirota never knew how the younger boy felt about him, but back then, he thought, if Aiba agreed to go out with him, he should have liked him, even for the slightest bit, right?
But as time went by, he started to wonder. Did Aiba love him? Did HE love Aiba?
What is ‘love’ itself?
He asked his mother once, about exactly what love is. “You can’t define love, but by the time you feel it, you’ll know,” was what his mom told him.
“Then, do you love Dad?” the much younger Shirota asked.
His mother faintly smiled, and that was how she ended the discussion, leaving young Shirota still in confusion.
He got much older now, but still, he never understood what his mother was trying to say.
He looked at Aiba’s sleeping face again. He looked so peaceful, Shirota didn’t have the heart to wake him up. He must be tired from the rehearsal and stuffs, Shirota thought as he brought a blanket and covered Aiba’s thin body in it.
As he once again looked at Aiba’s face, a word strike in his head. Love, Shirota said the word inwardly. Was his feeling towards Aiba could be called ‘love’?
He liked it being with Aiba. Even if Aiba would throw a dagger glare at him whenever he tried to just hold his hand in public. His mind refused to imagine what Aiba would do if he ever tried to hug, or kiss him with other people’s presence. He might get killed on the spot. But it would be a bit different when they were alone. Aiba most likely would not reject him; that is true. But Aiba never show much affection towards him either; like he would most likely struggle if Shirota kissed him for too long.
Sometimes Shirota would also get pissed off by Aiba’s egoistic character, but it never annoyed him that much to the point that he ever thought of leaving the younger boy. He got used to the childish, spoiled and demanding side of Aiba anyway. It wasn’t a good thing to get used to, but somehow Shirota didn’t really mind.
Then again, Aiba showed that side of him ONLY to Shirota. From there, Shirota thought that at least he was special to Aiba, no matter if it was in a good way or vice-versa.
Shirota smirked inwardly. He was surprised at himself being able to endure such an Aiba Hiroki, who often pissed him off, or made him sad, or sulk, and made him suffer any other negative emotions, yet he still had this affectionate feeling towards the younger boy. He got more and more confused as he tried to define his feeling for the younger boy. And finally, in his attempt to simplify things, he decided that he probably could finally use the term ‘love’ to describe his feeling.
Well, no one can define ‘love’ anyway. Maybe ‘love’ had different meanings to each person? And his ‘love’ is what he felt towards Aiba, or so he would like to think. And with that, he had decided the answer of what is ‘love’ to him.
“You can’t define ‘love’, but by the time you feel it, you’ll know.” came his mother’s words from back then to his head. Shirota felt as if he had beginning to understand what his mother was saying.
Shirota decided to just watch TV as he saw no sign of Aiba waking up any time soon. So he sat down on the carpet, near the sofa, and took the remote control. But he forgot that last night he was playing game-a horror game-with quite a loud sound-so that he could feel more thrilled-and he hadn’t reduce the volume level, so the second the TV was on, it burst out a loud noise.
“Oh, crap,” Shirota cursed as he minimized the volume.
“Ngh…” Aiba mumbled. He must’ve awoken by the loud noise.
“Sorry, Aiba-chan. Did I wake you up?” Shirota asked as he turned his head to see Aiba rubbing his eyes sleepily.
Aiba did not answer. He only stared blankly at Shirota for a sec, with those sleepy eyes, before he suddenly stood up and drag the huge blanket with him, only to lie down again on the carpet. And as soon as he laid his head on Shirota’s lap, he fell asleep again.
Shirota smiled as he fixed the blanket to cover Aiba properly. It looked like he didn’t have to worry about Aiba’s feeling towards him after all. As long as Aiba frequently let Shirota spoiled him like this, it was enough for Shirota.
Aiba might not show him much affection. And it’s quite often that Shirota also pissed him off, but no matter how much Aiba was pissed off, as long as Shirota could recall, despite all the complaints and the usual as-if-never-ending-grumble Aiba would throw every now and then, he would always return to Shirota’s side like this.
Shirota did not know-and probably never would-if for Aiba, that meant ‘love’. Never once did Shirota remembered Aiba said anything about he love Shirota or something like that, but isn’t it enough to be like this? As long as Aiba decided to stay with him, it was enough.
And that’s all that he ever need.
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Wew… a bit weird, ne? ^^;
Shirota was thinking too much for his own good XD
Anyway, I think this fic will have a sequel, just to confirm their feeling was mutual?
Thanks for reading and please leave your comments m(_ _)m
Author: a1y-puff
Fandom: The Musical Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Shirota Yuu x Aiba Hiroki
Genre: General romance… maybe…
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don’t own these boys, really… They belong to themselves and have their own lives. Everything written on this fic has nothing to do with their real lives, and it’s all only a product of MY imagination ^^;
Note: Whew.. after writing TezuFuji, writing ShiroAi was quite refreshing XD
BTW this is un-beta-ed, so feel free to point out my grammatical errors >.<
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Shirota Yuu heaved a sigh as he looked at the face of the person sleeping on his sofa. Again, the younger boy had fallen into a deep sleep. Shirota was only taking a bath but Aiba didn’t even wait for him. It had always been like this. It’s true Aiba almost never decline every time Shirota asked him to come over to his apartment as long as he had the time, but most of the time, he would just fall asleep like this. When he did not fall asleep, he either just emptying Shirota’s stock of chocolates, or rummaging into Shirota’s things, looking for some good movies to watch, or good games to play. The best thing Shirota could get from Aiba was a kiss (and it was always Shirota who initiated it). They almost never do what lovers usually do when they’re alone in an apartment room. Not that he dare to make his move on Aiba either, for he was afraid Aiba would move away. Besides, according to what he read in Aiba’s profile, Aiba hate perverts, and Shirota didn’t want to be classified as one by Aiba.
Was Aiba just being shy? Or it was because Aiba didn’t hold the same feeling Shirota did, and he only came whenever Shirota asked him to, only to fulfill his ‘duty’, because they were going out? Then why did he ever agree to go out with him? Shirota never had the guts to ask.
Shirota started to wonder, what was it actually that bonded them together? When two people are agreed to go out, it’s supposed to be because they were bond by love, right? But Shirota never knew what love is like.
“I want to be with you,” was Shirota’s statement at the moment he confessed to Aiba a few months ago. He did not say he love Aiba, for he never knew what kind of feeling ‘love’ was.
The younger boy blinked as he diverted his attention from his script to Shirota. “You mean you want to go out with me?” he asked.
“Well,” Shirota paused, tried to fix an appropriate sentence in his head, but he could not. “Yeah, kind of. That is if you don’t mind,” Shirota said as he gathered up his courage to look into Aiba’s eyes.
Aiba stared at Shirota, as if by scrutinizing his face, Aiba would be able to read through him. “Why?” Aiba asked at last.
Shirota opened his mouth to answer, but words had escaped him. What should he tell Aiba? It’s true that Shirota liked him. Aiba was fun to be with. He enjoyed being with Aiba; joking around with him, laughing with him, doing pranks to each other, get into detention together… and how he liked it to see Aiba’s bright-and sometimes naughty-smile… and that he wanted to be with Aiba so badly. But was that all what is called ‘love’? Should he told Aiba all that?
Aiba was eyeing Shirota as he could not spill out a single word. Seeing how speechless Shirota was, Aiba heaved a sigh before he gave Shirota a “well, okay,” answer.
It was just an ‘okay’, but it made Shirota happy. Shirota never knew how the younger boy felt about him, but back then, he thought, if Aiba agreed to go out with him, he should have liked him, even for the slightest bit, right?
But as time went by, he started to wonder. Did Aiba love him? Did HE love Aiba?
What is ‘love’ itself?
He asked his mother once, about exactly what love is. “You can’t define love, but by the time you feel it, you’ll know,” was what his mom told him.
“Then, do you love Dad?” the much younger Shirota asked.
His mother faintly smiled, and that was how she ended the discussion, leaving young Shirota still in confusion.
He got much older now, but still, he never understood what his mother was trying to say.
He looked at Aiba’s sleeping face again. He looked so peaceful, Shirota didn’t have the heart to wake him up. He must be tired from the rehearsal and stuffs, Shirota thought as he brought a blanket and covered Aiba’s thin body in it.
As he once again looked at Aiba’s face, a word strike in his head. Love, Shirota said the word inwardly. Was his feeling towards Aiba could be called ‘love’?
He liked it being with Aiba. Even if Aiba would throw a dagger glare at him whenever he tried to just hold his hand in public. His mind refused to imagine what Aiba would do if he ever tried to hug, or kiss him with other people’s presence. He might get killed on the spot. But it would be a bit different when they were alone. Aiba most likely would not reject him; that is true. But Aiba never show much affection towards him either; like he would most likely struggle if Shirota kissed him for too long.
Sometimes Shirota would also get pissed off by Aiba’s egoistic character, but it never annoyed him that much to the point that he ever thought of leaving the younger boy. He got used to the childish, spoiled and demanding side of Aiba anyway. It wasn’t a good thing to get used to, but somehow Shirota didn’t really mind.
Then again, Aiba showed that side of him ONLY to Shirota. From there, Shirota thought that at least he was special to Aiba, no matter if it was in a good way or vice-versa.
Shirota smirked inwardly. He was surprised at himself being able to endure such an Aiba Hiroki, who often pissed him off, or made him sad, or sulk, and made him suffer any other negative emotions, yet he still had this affectionate feeling towards the younger boy. He got more and more confused as he tried to define his feeling for the younger boy. And finally, in his attempt to simplify things, he decided that he probably could finally use the term ‘love’ to describe his feeling.
Well, no one can define ‘love’ anyway. Maybe ‘love’ had different meanings to each person? And his ‘love’ is what he felt towards Aiba, or so he would like to think. And with that, he had decided the answer of what is ‘love’ to him.
“You can’t define ‘love’, but by the time you feel it, you’ll know.” came his mother’s words from back then to his head. Shirota felt as if he had beginning to understand what his mother was saying.
Shirota decided to just watch TV as he saw no sign of Aiba waking up any time soon. So he sat down on the carpet, near the sofa, and took the remote control. But he forgot that last night he was playing game-a horror game-with quite a loud sound-so that he could feel more thrilled-and he hadn’t reduce the volume level, so the second the TV was on, it burst out a loud noise.
“Oh, crap,” Shirota cursed as he minimized the volume.
“Ngh…” Aiba mumbled. He must’ve awoken by the loud noise.
“Sorry, Aiba-chan. Did I wake you up?” Shirota asked as he turned his head to see Aiba rubbing his eyes sleepily.
Aiba did not answer. He only stared blankly at Shirota for a sec, with those sleepy eyes, before he suddenly stood up and drag the huge blanket with him, only to lie down again on the carpet. And as soon as he laid his head on Shirota’s lap, he fell asleep again.
Shirota smiled as he fixed the blanket to cover Aiba properly. It looked like he didn’t have to worry about Aiba’s feeling towards him after all. As long as Aiba frequently let Shirota spoiled him like this, it was enough for Shirota.
Aiba might not show him much affection. And it’s quite often that Shirota also pissed him off, but no matter how much Aiba was pissed off, as long as Shirota could recall, despite all the complaints and the usual as-if-never-ending-grumble Aiba would throw every now and then, he would always return to Shirota’s side like this.
Shirota did not know-and probably never would-if for Aiba, that meant ‘love’. Never once did Shirota remembered Aiba said anything about he love Shirota or something like that, but isn’t it enough to be like this? As long as Aiba decided to stay with him, it was enough.
And that’s all that he ever need.
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Wew… a bit weird, ne? ^^;
Shirota was thinking too much for his own good XD
Anyway, I think this fic will have a sequel, just to confirm their feeling was mutual?
Thanks for reading and please leave your comments m(_ _)m