fic: Sooner Or Later
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bonnefoisTitle: Sooner Or Later
Series: Hana-Kimi
Character/pairing: Akiha/Umeda
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 500
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fic_promptly: Author's choice, author's choice, now that it's mine at last, I'll never let it go. Becky, this is for you. Not as a Christmas gift, as I'll probably write you something longer...just, I wroted you fic. :D
He's got a lunch break, but he isn't too hungry today, given that Akiha insists on waking up early and stuffing him with western food like pancakes.
Instead he steps out into the cold winter afternoon. He lights up and watches the traffic pass. Not the most entertaining thing to be watching, but it will do. Those cute little flakes that fell all morning are turning into a disgusting mush which is ruining his shoes. Umeda's got a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, the only warm place in this wasteland until he feels the (inevitable) hands carelessly gripped around his midriff. There's a muffled happy cry of senpai against the back of his coat. He rolls his eyes, but doesn't even elbow Akiha. According to Io, this is progress.
"I missed you," He says, so bright and happy on this fucking gloomy day.
"You saw me four hours ago," Umeda says, looking out at the traffic.
"Four hours too long," Akiha says. He licks the back of Umeda's neck, and it sends a shudder through him.
He doesn't give a damn who's watching. Maybe he even gains a bit of amusement at their discomfort. He's like that, always been like that.
The idiot even finds that part of him lovable.
"You'll give me frostbite like that, you idiot," Umeda says.
"I could warm you~" Akiha suggests, snuggling closer. His body feels warm and firm and inviting–not that he'll ever admit that to him.
"Or I could boot you into the gutter," Umeda says, though for once he doesn't mean it.
"You could, but I'd dry myself off and just get your coat dirty when I hug you again," he said.
Those were the magic words if Umeda ever heard one. He did not want another dry cleaning bill on his beloved outer coat. Even if he'd make the idiot pay for it.
Akiha chuckles. "You see, now that I've got you, I'm not letting you go. Not now, not ever." He has that serious bitter edge to his voice which simultaneously turns Umeda on and leaves him unsettled. It's one thing to boot out an idiot, but when the idiot shows he's far deeper and far more serious than he's been letting on, well...
"I know," is all Umeda says.
And he lets Akiha run his gloved fingers on the inside of his coat, lets Akiha love him without even another feeble word of protest.
Sometimes, he doesn't even mind. Then he comes to his senses to be incensed that he's giving in this war he knows Akiha is going to win sooner or later.
Title: Sooner Or Later
Series: Hana-Kimi
Character/pairing: Akiha/Umeda
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 500
Author's note:fic_promptly: Author's choice, author's choice, now that it's mine at last, I'll never let it go. Becky, this is for you. Not as a Christmas gift, as I'll probably write you something longer...just, I wroted you fic. :D
He's got a lunch break, but he isn't too hungry today, given that Akiha insists on waking up early and stuffing him with western food like pancakes.
Instead he steps out into the cold winter afternoon. He lights up and watches the traffic pass. Not the most entertaining thing to be watching, but it will do. Those cute little flakes that fell all morning are turning into a disgusting mush which is ruining his shoes. Umeda's got a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, the only warm place in this wasteland until he feels the (inevitable) hands carelessly gripped around his midriff. There's a muffled happy cry of senpai against the back of his coat. He rolls his eyes, but doesn't even elbow Akiha. According to Io, this is progress.
"I missed you," He says, so bright and happy on this fucking gloomy day.
"You saw me four hours ago," Umeda says, looking out at the traffic.
"Four hours too long," Akiha says. He licks the back of Umeda's neck, and it sends a shudder through him.
He doesn't give a damn who's watching. Maybe he even gains a bit of amusement at their discomfort. He's like that, always been like that.
The idiot even finds that part of him lovable.
"You'll give me frostbite like that, you idiot," Umeda says.
"I could warm you~" Akiha suggests, snuggling closer. His body feels warm and firm and inviting–not that he'll ever admit that to him.
"Or I could boot you into the gutter," Umeda says, though for once he doesn't mean it.
"You could, but I'd dry myself off and just get your coat dirty when I hug you again," he said.
Those were the magic words if Umeda ever heard one. He did not want another dry cleaning bill on his beloved outer coat. Even if he'd make the idiot pay for it.
Akiha chuckles. "You see, now that I've got you, I'm not letting you go. Not now, not ever." He has that serious bitter edge to his voice which simultaneously turns Umeda on and leaves him unsettled. It's one thing to boot out an idiot, but when the idiot shows he's far deeper and far more serious than he's been letting on, well...
"I know," is all Umeda says.
And he lets Akiha run his gloved fingers on the inside of his coat, lets Akiha love him without even another feeble word of protest.
Sometimes, he doesn't even mind. Then he comes to his senses to be incensed that he's giving in this war he knows Akiha is going to win sooner or later.
Series: Hana-Kimi
Character/pairing: Akiha/Umeda
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 500
Author's note:
fic_promptly: Author's choice, author's choice, now that it's mine at last, I'll never let it go. Becky, this is for you. Not as a Christmas gift, as I'll probably write you something longer...just, I wroted you fic. :DHe's got a lunch break, but he isn't too hungry today, given that Akiha insists on waking up early and stuffing him with western food like pancakes.
Instead he steps out into the cold winter afternoon. He lights up and watches the traffic pass. Not the most entertaining thing to be watching, but it will do. Those cute little flakes that fell all morning are turning into a disgusting mush which is ruining his shoes. Umeda's got a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, the only warm place in this wasteland until he feels the (inevitable) hands carelessly gripped around his midriff. There's a muffled happy cry of senpai against the back of his coat. He rolls his eyes, but doesn't even elbow Akiha. According to Io, this is progress.
"I missed you," He says, so bright and happy on this fucking gloomy day.
"You saw me four hours ago," Umeda says, looking out at the traffic.
"Four hours too long," Akiha says. He licks the back of Umeda's neck, and it sends a shudder through him.
He doesn't give a damn who's watching. Maybe he even gains a bit of amusement at their discomfort. He's like that, always been like that.
The idiot even finds that part of him lovable.
"You'll give me frostbite like that, you idiot," Umeda says.
"I could warm you~" Akiha suggests, snuggling closer. His body feels warm and firm and inviting–not that he'll ever admit that to him.
"Or I could boot you into the gutter," Umeda says, though for once he doesn't mean it.
"You could, but I'd dry myself off and just get your coat dirty when I hug you again," he said.
Those were the magic words if Umeda ever heard one. He did not want another dry cleaning bill on his beloved outer coat. Even if he'd make the idiot pay for it.
Akiha chuckles. "You see, now that I've got you, I'm not letting you go. Not now, not ever." He has that serious bitter edge to his voice which simultaneously turns Umeda on and leaves him unsettled. It's one thing to boot out an idiot, but when the idiot shows he's far deeper and far more serious than he's been letting on, well...
"I know," is all Umeda says.
And he lets Akiha run his gloved fingers on the inside of his coat, lets Akiha love him without even another feeble word of protest.
Sometimes, he doesn't even mind. Then he comes to his senses to be incensed that he's giving in this war he knows Akiha is going to win sooner or later.
Title: Sooner Or Later
Series: Hana-Kimi
Character/pairing: Akiha/Umeda
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 500
Author's note:
fic_promptly: Author's choice, author's choice, now that it's mine at last, I'll never let it go. Becky, this is for you. Not as a Christmas gift, as I'll probably write you something longer...just, I wroted you fic. :DHe's got a lunch break, but he isn't too hungry today, given that Akiha insists on waking up early and stuffing him with western food like pancakes.
Instead he steps out into the cold winter afternoon. He lights up and watches the traffic pass. Not the most entertaining thing to be watching, but it will do. Those cute little flakes that fell all morning are turning into a disgusting mush which is ruining his shoes. Umeda's got a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, the only warm place in this wasteland until he feels the (inevitable) hands carelessly gripped around his midriff. There's a muffled happy cry of senpai against the back of his coat. He rolls his eyes, but doesn't even elbow Akiha. According to Io, this is progress.
"I missed you," He says, so bright and happy on this fucking gloomy day.
"You saw me four hours ago," Umeda says, looking out at the traffic.
"Four hours too long," Akiha says. He licks the back of Umeda's neck, and it sends a shudder through him.
He doesn't give a damn who's watching. Maybe he even gains a bit of amusement at their discomfort. He's like that, always been like that.
The idiot even finds that part of him lovable.
"You'll give me frostbite like that, you idiot," Umeda says.
"I could warm you~" Akiha suggests, snuggling closer. His body feels warm and firm and inviting–not that he'll ever admit that to him.
"Or I could boot you into the gutter," Umeda says, though for once he doesn't mean it.
"You could, but I'd dry myself off and just get your coat dirty when I hug you again," he said.
Those were the magic words if Umeda ever heard one. He did not want another dry cleaning bill on his beloved outer coat. Even if he'd make the idiot pay for it.
Akiha chuckles. "You see, now that I've got you, I'm not letting you go. Not now, not ever." He has that serious bitter edge to his voice which simultaneously turns Umeda on and leaves him unsettled. It's one thing to boot out an idiot, but when the idiot shows he's far deeper and far more serious than he's been letting on, well...
"I know," is all Umeda says.
And he lets Akiha run his gloved fingers on the inside of his coat, lets Akiha love him without even another feeble word of protest.
Sometimes, he doesn't even mind. Then he comes to his senses to be incensed that he's giving in this war he knows Akiha is going to win sooner or later.
