[fanfic] dying for a smile
I'm not even sure where to even crosspost this since fanfiction for this series literally does not exist. Is this the first one? We'll see.
Title: dying for a smile
Fandom: Ping Pong
Pairing: Smile/Peco
Warnings: none, m/m
Summary: I said I've been looking for you, but I haven't found ya.
"If you want to be happy," Obaba said, "you need to identify the things in your life that are making you unhappy and then cut them out. You always seem so unhappy, Smile, so what is it exactly that’s making you unhappy?”
"I don’t know," said Smile.
[=]
In elementary school, Peco did not so much as lead him places as he did draghim. The idea that anyone would rather do something else was the farthest from his mind and Smile was the last person to speak up otherwise. So Smile allowed himself to be dragged this way and that, behind the highway to the little shallow creek where Peco splashed around looking for frogs, to the convenience store down the street and pulled out the meager pocket change his mother gave him when she heard he was going out with a friend when Peco was twenty yen short of a Suika. When they played cops and robbers, Smile graciously agreed to be the robber. He graciously went to get a bandage when Peco skinned his knees and refused to move. And especially - when Peco returned a ball to him, a kind of childish triumphant smile on his face - Smile graciously lost.
The small set of stairs up to the main area of the shrine was considerably negligible, a short hop and skip for the average adult, a decent six steps for the average youngster. Peco got it in his mind to use it as a test of courage.
"It isn’t anything to be afraid of," he bragged, although Smile had not opened his mouth since they had reached the shrine. "Just jump off the first step. It’s only six steps. That’s basically flying."
"You could get hurt," Smile said.
"Or - you could not get hurt. How bad could it be? Try it, Smile!”
Smile jumped off the top of the six steps and badly blooded both his knees and skinned both his palms.
[=]
In middle school, Smile played a shiny brand new cream colored recorder while Peco eventually settled out with an old, used black one ever since he lost two previously and Obaba decided she would no longer spend money for a nice new recorder that would find itself somewhere in the gutter or buried under the sand on the playground.
"I can’t play with this," Peco said sadly, gazing upon the matte black recorder on his lap.
"Why not?" Smile’s notes were soft; he rarely really blew at all. The teacher threatened to fail him if his songs did not get louder and in order to please her, he exerted an iota of breath more.
"Look at it. It’s not flashy at all. I can’t be playing such a boring looking recorder. You can even put stickers or anything on it. It’s so boring."
"Perhaps if you didn’t spend all your allowance on bubble gum and snacks you could save up to buy a new one."
"What? You speak so softly, Smile."
"I said, it doesn’t matter what you play on, as long as you play it well." He held back the comment that Peco usually kept his fingers too loose and squeaked often.
"Alright," Peco agreed. "Then give me yours. It doesn’t matter what kind of recorder, right?"
"We traded recorders," Smile said when his mother asked him later that evening why he came home with a scratched up black recorder. "Because we’re friends."
[=]
In high school, when Peco wasn’t busy beating innocent contenders at the dojo or sneaking around eating sweets when Obaba wasn’t looking, he tended to slink around and read dirty magazines disguised behind travel magazines. More often than not, Smile found Peco genuinely looking at the articles in the travel magazines but quickly flourished the dirty magazine whenever he noticed Smile watching. It was like some kind of unnecessary teenage performance that Smile saw no use in participating in himself.
"Hey, Smile," Peco said. "Have you thought of which girls in our class are especially cute?"
"Not really," Smile said.
"I have. I think Miki-chan's pretty cute, but I think generally the name Miki is given to girls who are usually cute. Right? Anyway, I heard the girls in Europe are knockouts, though. Good thing I'm going there after I get out of his place, right?”
"Sure."
"I’ll make sure to write back and introduce them when you come visit. Right? You’ll come visit me in Europe, right?"
"Sure."
[=]
In college, after half a twelve pack of Chuhai in the common area of their Tokyo University dormitory room, Peco looked up at Smile from the table with drunken red cheeks and said, “Give me a kiss, Smile?”
"Of course not. You’re drunk. I’ll help you to your room if you can’t walk there yourself."
"I’m fine. Really. Why won’t you give me a kiss?"
"Because that’s ridiculous. You’re being unreasonable. You have class early tomorrow morning. Now stop being difficult and come on."
Peco puffed out his cheeks, which were not as round and full of baby fat as they used to be. He had grown lankier and angular and grew out his hair. “Just one. I’m asking for just one, Smile.”
"And I’m telling you it’s time for bed."
"Makoto," Peco said. "Give me a kiss?"
Smile took in a deep breath and pressed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose - a moot action, as his glasses slid down again when he leaned down to kiss Peco.
Title: dying for a smile
Fandom: Ping Pong
Pairing: Smile/Peco
Warnings: none, m/m
Summary: I said I've been looking for you, but I haven't found ya.
"If you want to be happy," Obaba said, "you need to identify the things in your life that are making you unhappy and then cut them out. You always seem so unhappy, Smile, so what is it exactly that’s making you unhappy?”
"I don’t know," said Smile.
[=]
In elementary school, Peco did not so much as lead him places as he did draghim. The idea that anyone would rather do something else was the farthest from his mind and Smile was the last person to speak up otherwise. So Smile allowed himself to be dragged this way and that, behind the highway to the little shallow creek where Peco splashed around looking for frogs, to the convenience store down the street and pulled out the meager pocket change his mother gave him when she heard he was going out with a friend when Peco was twenty yen short of a Suika. When they played cops and robbers, Smile graciously agreed to be the robber. He graciously went to get a bandage when Peco skinned his knees and refused to move. And especially - when Peco returned a ball to him, a kind of childish triumphant smile on his face - Smile graciously lost.
The small set of stairs up to the main area of the shrine was considerably negligible, a short hop and skip for the average adult, a decent six steps for the average youngster. Peco got it in his mind to use it as a test of courage.
"It isn’t anything to be afraid of," he bragged, although Smile had not opened his mouth since they had reached the shrine. "Just jump off the first step. It’s only six steps. That’s basically flying."
"You could get hurt," Smile said.
"Or - you could not get hurt. How bad could it be? Try it, Smile!”
Smile jumped off the top of the six steps and badly blooded both his knees and skinned both his palms.
[=]
In middle school, Smile played a shiny brand new cream colored recorder while Peco eventually settled out with an old, used black one ever since he lost two previously and Obaba decided she would no longer spend money for a nice new recorder that would find itself somewhere in the gutter or buried under the sand on the playground.
"I can’t play with this," Peco said sadly, gazing upon the matte black recorder on his lap.
"Why not?" Smile’s notes were soft; he rarely really blew at all. The teacher threatened to fail him if his songs did not get louder and in order to please her, he exerted an iota of breath more.
"Look at it. It’s not flashy at all. I can’t be playing such a boring looking recorder. You can even put stickers or anything on it. It’s so boring."
"Perhaps if you didn’t spend all your allowance on bubble gum and snacks you could save up to buy a new one."
"What? You speak so softly, Smile."
"I said, it doesn’t matter what you play on, as long as you play it well." He held back the comment that Peco usually kept his fingers too loose and squeaked often.
"Alright," Peco agreed. "Then give me yours. It doesn’t matter what kind of recorder, right?"
"We traded recorders," Smile said when his mother asked him later that evening why he came home with a scratched up black recorder. "Because we’re friends."
[=]
In high school, when Peco wasn’t busy beating innocent contenders at the dojo or sneaking around eating sweets when Obaba wasn’t looking, he tended to slink around and read dirty magazines disguised behind travel magazines. More often than not, Smile found Peco genuinely looking at the articles in the travel magazines but quickly flourished the dirty magazine whenever he noticed Smile watching. It was like some kind of unnecessary teenage performance that Smile saw no use in participating in himself.
"Hey, Smile," Peco said. "Have you thought of which girls in our class are especially cute?"
"Not really," Smile said.
"I have. I think Miki-chan's pretty cute, but I think generally the name Miki is given to girls who are usually cute. Right? Anyway, I heard the girls in Europe are knockouts, though. Good thing I'm going there after I get out of his place, right?”
"Sure."
"I’ll make sure to write back and introduce them when you come visit. Right? You’ll come visit me in Europe, right?"
"Sure."
[=]
In college, after half a twelve pack of Chuhai in the common area of their Tokyo University dormitory room, Peco looked up at Smile from the table with drunken red cheeks and said, “Give me a kiss, Smile?”
"Of course not. You’re drunk. I’ll help you to your room if you can’t walk there yourself."
"I’m fine. Really. Why won’t you give me a kiss?"
"Because that’s ridiculous. You’re being unreasonable. You have class early tomorrow morning. Now stop being difficult and come on."
Peco puffed out his cheeks, which were not as round and full of baby fat as they used to be. He had grown lankier and angular and grew out his hair. “Just one. I’m asking for just one, Smile.”
"And I’m telling you it’s time for bed."
"Makoto," Peco said. "Give me a kiss?"
Smile took in a deep breath and pressed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose - a moot action, as his glasses slid down again when he leaned down to kiss Peco.