[fic] Fanservice [Eyeshield 21][for nachtmusik]
written for a (previously filled) request made by: nachtmusik
Fandom: Eyeshield 21
Pairing/characters: Shin/Sakuraba
Warnings/notes: None, really.
"Can we talk?" Shin asked, one afternoon, and that in itself was unusual, because most of the time, Sakuraba'd discovered, Shin simply told people things - he didn't *ask*.
"Uhm, sure." Shin was frowning but that, by itself, meant nothing. Shin always seemed to be frowning, and if Sakuraba thought it was because of *him*, then he was just over-estimating his own importance in the world of Seijuro Shin, which was centered around football, football and football.
Shin nodded and sat down, glancing at Sakuraba's lunch-box but not commenting on its contents, or on the fact that a regular eating-pattern was better for one's health than an irregular one. Sakuraba swallowed and abruptly decided he wasn't hungry anymore.
Hastily stuffing his lunchbox into his backpack, Sakuraba risked another look at Shin's face, hoping for a hint as to what Shin wanted to talk to him about. He hadn't done too well on this morning's training, Sakuraba feared, only that was hardly unusual, sadly, and at least the coach hadn't yelled at him.
Sakuraba waited for Shin to open the conversation, reluctant to do so himself - he *knew* he wasn't as good as Shin was, and that he probably never would be as good as Shin was either; he didn't need Shin to come and rub it in. Besides, maybe this was just about something else - Maths, maybe, or that History-project he hadn't yet done anything about (not that he expected Shin to know that, but perhaps Shin simply wanted his help with something that had nothing to do with football).
"Ah, what did you want to talk about?" Sakuraba asked at last.
Shin's frown seemed to deepen. "Your fangirls."
"Oh." Sakuraba nearly sagged in relief. He rather thought Shin knew how he felt about *that* subject, for all that half their school and nearly all the members of the football-team seemed to blame him for having a personal fanclub. "Is that all?"
Shin frowned disapproval at him. "They are disrupting practice."
"I'm sorry!" Sakuraba raised his hands. "I can't help it! It's not my fault!"
"You could ... discourage them," Shin suggested.
"How?" Sakuraba asked plaintively. "I've never done anything to encourage them in the first place - they just show up. There's nothing I can do."
"Maybe there is," Shin said. "These girls ... they like you."
"Yes?" Sakuraba tried.
"They think that you like them ... that you might like them if they'd manage to get your attention," Shin corrected himself. "They think you like girls."
Sakuraba wondered where on Earth Shin was going with this. "Yes?"
"Therefore, if you showed them they're wrong, they might leave you alone," Shin concluded.
"But I already ignore them as much as I can," Sakuraba pointed out.
"You're too passive in your defense," Shin said. "You should be more active."
"What are you suggesting?" Sakuraba asked uncertainly.
Shin's frown returned in full force. "Show them you don't like girls. Crush their hopes. Demonstrate to them that their strategy is doomed to failure."
Trust Shin to look at every problem as a football-match. Sakuraba sighed. "I don't see how I can do that."
Shin hesitated. Sakuraba resisted the sudden desire to pinch himself - Shin rarely displayed any kind of uncertainty or doubt. "It does not seem overly complicated to me," Shin said finally. Meaning he wasn't going to explain any further and expected Sakuraba to be able to work it out for himself.
"I - " Sakuraba started, as he spotted an unwelcome sight - a girl with a camera. Shin seemed to notice her at the same time, rising simultaneously, but, unlike Sakuraba, not seeming to be about to run for it.
"You can't run away for the rest of your life," Shin said. "You have to do something."
"But what?" Sakuraba wrung his hands. "I don't know!"
Shin gave him a sharp look, then nodded. Then grabbed Sakuraba in something that rather resembled a spear-tackle, as Sakuraba decided this was not the right place to hang around to chat.
"What - ?" Sakuraba squeaked.
Shin kissed him.
The first few seconds, Sakuraba was too stunned to react. After that, part of his mind noted that Shin was actually remarkably good at this, part of his mind decided that those breathing-excercises sure came in handy now, and another, smaller part of his mind wondered if this really was the solution.
(It wasn't, it turned out - the next day, Sakuraba found himself being chased by girls who wanted a picture of him holding hands with Shin, or hugging with Shin, or making out with Shin, and Miracle Ito was babbling about how he'd always supported Gay Rights in Japan, and how this was a great way to boost the sales of Sakuraba's new CD and picture-book, and the coach took the both of them aside for a talk about how they shouldn't have sex before a game, or make eyes at one another on the field, to which Shin replied with an 'I understand, sir!' instead of asking what on earth the coach thought he was talking about, and it was all more or less even worse than it had been before, except that Shin now was his self-proclaimed boyfriend, which was, Sakuraba decided, kind of nice.)
Fandom: Eyeshield 21
Pairing/characters: Shin/Sakuraba
Warnings/notes: None, really.
"Can we talk?" Shin asked, one afternoon, and that in itself was unusual, because most of the time, Sakuraba'd discovered, Shin simply told people things - he didn't *ask*.
"Uhm, sure." Shin was frowning but that, by itself, meant nothing. Shin always seemed to be frowning, and if Sakuraba thought it was because of *him*, then he was just over-estimating his own importance in the world of Seijuro Shin, which was centered around football, football and football.
Shin nodded and sat down, glancing at Sakuraba's lunch-box but not commenting on its contents, or on the fact that a regular eating-pattern was better for one's health than an irregular one. Sakuraba swallowed and abruptly decided he wasn't hungry anymore.
Hastily stuffing his lunchbox into his backpack, Sakuraba risked another look at Shin's face, hoping for a hint as to what Shin wanted to talk to him about. He hadn't done too well on this morning's training, Sakuraba feared, only that was hardly unusual, sadly, and at least the coach hadn't yelled at him.
Sakuraba waited for Shin to open the conversation, reluctant to do so himself - he *knew* he wasn't as good as Shin was, and that he probably never would be as good as Shin was either; he didn't need Shin to come and rub it in. Besides, maybe this was just about something else - Maths, maybe, or that History-project he hadn't yet done anything about (not that he expected Shin to know that, but perhaps Shin simply wanted his help with something that had nothing to do with football).
"Ah, what did you want to talk about?" Sakuraba asked at last.
Shin's frown seemed to deepen. "Your fangirls."
"Oh." Sakuraba nearly sagged in relief. He rather thought Shin knew how he felt about *that* subject, for all that half their school and nearly all the members of the football-team seemed to blame him for having a personal fanclub. "Is that all?"
Shin frowned disapproval at him. "They are disrupting practice."
"I'm sorry!" Sakuraba raised his hands. "I can't help it! It's not my fault!"
"You could ... discourage them," Shin suggested.
"How?" Sakuraba asked plaintively. "I've never done anything to encourage them in the first place - they just show up. There's nothing I can do."
"Maybe there is," Shin said. "These girls ... they like you."
"Yes?" Sakuraba tried.
"They think that you like them ... that you might like them if they'd manage to get your attention," Shin corrected himself. "They think you like girls."
Sakuraba wondered where on Earth Shin was going with this. "Yes?"
"Therefore, if you showed them they're wrong, they might leave you alone," Shin concluded.
"But I already ignore them as much as I can," Sakuraba pointed out.
"You're too passive in your defense," Shin said. "You should be more active."
"What are you suggesting?" Sakuraba asked uncertainly.
Shin's frown returned in full force. "Show them you don't like girls. Crush their hopes. Demonstrate to them that their strategy is doomed to failure."
Trust Shin to look at every problem as a football-match. Sakuraba sighed. "I don't see how I can do that."
Shin hesitated. Sakuraba resisted the sudden desire to pinch himself - Shin rarely displayed any kind of uncertainty or doubt. "It does not seem overly complicated to me," Shin said finally. Meaning he wasn't going to explain any further and expected Sakuraba to be able to work it out for himself.
"I - " Sakuraba started, as he spotted an unwelcome sight - a girl with a camera. Shin seemed to notice her at the same time, rising simultaneously, but, unlike Sakuraba, not seeming to be about to run for it.
"You can't run away for the rest of your life," Shin said. "You have to do something."
"But what?" Sakuraba wrung his hands. "I don't know!"
Shin gave him a sharp look, then nodded. Then grabbed Sakuraba in something that rather resembled a spear-tackle, as Sakuraba decided this was not the right place to hang around to chat.
"What - ?" Sakuraba squeaked.
Shin kissed him.
The first few seconds, Sakuraba was too stunned to react. After that, part of his mind noted that Shin was actually remarkably good at this, part of his mind decided that those breathing-excercises sure came in handy now, and another, smaller part of his mind wondered if this really was the solution.
(It wasn't, it turned out - the next day, Sakuraba found himself being chased by girls who wanted a picture of him holding hands with Shin, or hugging with Shin, or making out with Shin, and Miracle Ito was babbling about how he'd always supported Gay Rights in Japan, and how this was a great way to boost the sales of Sakuraba's new CD and picture-book, and the coach took the both of them aside for a talk about how they shouldn't have sex before a game, or make eyes at one another on the field, to which Shin replied with an 'I understand, sir!' instead of asking what on earth the coach thought he was talking about, and it was all more or less even worse than it had been before, except that Shin now was his self-proclaimed boyfriend, which was, Sakuraba decided, kind of nice.)