Ficlet for innusig ^_^
Title: Why Him, Part 2 (??)
Author: analine
Pairing: TutixNagayan
Warnings: None, worksafe
Rating: PG
Word Count: 474
Notes: So a few days ago, innusig posted this. And then today, I found out that her birthday was actually a few days after mine, and that I had missed it, and so... I decided that even though it was a little late, I'd try to return the favor. ^_~ I actually had this idea just after reading her fic - that it would be really fun to use the same idea to write about Nagayan, from Tuti's POV, so... That's what I ended up doing. *nod* I hope she doesn't mind that I... stole her idea (and her title ^_~) XD; Anyway~ Happy Belated Birthday to innusig! It's not much, but I hope you enjoy it. ^_^
“…Well, I mean, I could see if you were a girl, but…”
I stared at my friend over the table and let out a loud laugh.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I asked, half-covering my face with my hand as I tried to stop smiling and look seriously insulted, since I was growing more and more sure that I should be by the second.
He backpedaled now, and this made me laugh again. I wasn’t angry, just… curious, I guess. This wasn’t the first time I’d been asked what it was that I saw in Takashi, but…
“Well, I… Ah… I didn’t mean… I was just wondering if… he was… I mean, if you usually… if he was…”
“My type?” I grinned. “No, he’s not. Not at all.”
And it was true - I would never try to deny it either. Takashi is absolutely not my type. But honestly, I think this is one of the reasons we work so well together. Because there’s something about being taken outside of that comfort zone, something about falling head-over-heels for someone and not expecting it at all, and about not being able to see it coming that just… makes it really special. And Takashi is. Special. Because falling in love with him wasn’t something I wanted to do. Because it would have made more sense for us to have just stayed friends. Because he’s not someone I would ever expect to see in a romantic way. …Because he’s pretty enough to be mistaken for a girl sometimes, and because I think this is completely ridiculous. Because he lets me tease him about this, and because he doesn’t care what I think at all.
All of these things make our relationship special, and for that reason, I wouldn’t ever wish for Takashi to be anything different than what he is. I wouldn’t wish for our relationship to be anything more than what it is either. I wouldn’t wish for it to be more serious, or less serious, or more or less defined, or more or less perfect. It is what it is, and for some reason, questions like I’ve been asked tonight only seem to make my feelings more certain on this point.
And this is how I know that what I feel is real too.
Because I can say, with certainty, that Takashi isn’t my type, that he’s not perfect, that our relationship isn’t perfect - that I can say all of these things, and still feel this swell of pride in my chest, this feeling that I can’t get rid of, any time his name comes up - that’s how I know. My feelings for Takashi run deeper than I’ll ever be able to recognize, I think. And I’m fine with that.
And the more people ask me, “Why him?”, the more I’ll be happy to tell them.
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Author: analine
Pairing: TutixNagayan
Warnings: None, worksafe
Rating: PG
Word Count: 474
Notes: So a few days ago, innusig posted this. And then today, I found out that her birthday was actually a few days after mine, and that I had missed it, and so... I decided that even though it was a little late, I'd try to return the favor. ^_~ I actually had this idea just after reading her fic - that it would be really fun to use the same idea to write about Nagayan, from Tuti's POV, so... That's what I ended up doing. *nod* I hope she doesn't mind that I... stole her idea (and her title ^_~) XD; Anyway~ Happy Belated Birthday to innusig! It's not much, but I hope you enjoy it. ^_^
“…Well, I mean, I could see if you were a girl, but…”
I stared at my friend over the table and let out a loud laugh.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I asked, half-covering my face with my hand as I tried to stop smiling and look seriously insulted, since I was growing more and more sure that I should be by the second.
He backpedaled now, and this made me laugh again. I wasn’t angry, just… curious, I guess. This wasn’t the first time I’d been asked what it was that I saw in Takashi, but…
“Well, I… Ah… I didn’t mean… I was just wondering if… he was… I mean, if you usually… if he was…”
“My type?” I grinned. “No, he’s not. Not at all.”
And it was true - I would never try to deny it either. Takashi is absolutely not my type. But honestly, I think this is one of the reasons we work so well together. Because there’s something about being taken outside of that comfort zone, something about falling head-over-heels for someone and not expecting it at all, and about not being able to see it coming that just… makes it really special. And Takashi is. Special. Because falling in love with him wasn’t something I wanted to do. Because it would have made more sense for us to have just stayed friends. Because he’s not someone I would ever expect to see in a romantic way. …Because he’s pretty enough to be mistaken for a girl sometimes, and because I think this is completely ridiculous. Because he lets me tease him about this, and because he doesn’t care what I think at all.
All of these things make our relationship special, and for that reason, I wouldn’t ever wish for Takashi to be anything different than what he is. I wouldn’t wish for our relationship to be anything more than what it is either. I wouldn’t wish for it to be more serious, or less serious, or more or less defined, or more or less perfect. It is what it is, and for some reason, questions like I’ve been asked tonight only seem to make my feelings more certain on this point.
And this is how I know that what I feel is real too.
Because I can say, with certainty, that Takashi isn’t my type, that he’s not perfect, that our relationship isn’t perfect - that I can say all of these things, and still feel this swell of pride in my chest, this feeling that I can’t get rid of, any time his name comes up - that’s how I know. My feelings for Takashi run deeper than I’ll ever be able to recognize, I think. And I’m fine with that.
And the more people ask me, “Why him?”, the more I’ll be happy to tell them.
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