[fic] Theme 067 "Cookie Dough" {Yuugiou: 'Atemu'/Yuugi; G}
SO STRESSED OUT. *sobs* T_T
Genre: General/Angst
Rating: G
Pairings: one-sided ‘Atemu’/Yuugi
Story Type: Drabble/one-shot
Summary: The surprise Yuugi promised him would have to be postponed.
Disclaimer: Fanfiction is called fanfiction for a reason.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: University/college AU.
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When Atemu entered the apartment that night, he sensed immediately that something was amiss. There were no usual soft television noises or radio music, nor were there the sounds and aromas he associated with cooking. The hallway was only dimly lit by the motion-sensitive nightlight, and once he placed his shoes back to its proper place on the shoe-rack, he made his way cautiously deeper into the dormitory.
“Yuugi?” He called uncertainly, stopping and peering first into the living room, then the kitchen. Nothing. He willed himself to not panic yet, despite the growing uneasiness; Yuugi had phoned him several hours ago, excitedly informing him of a ‘surprise’ when he came home...well, he was certainly surprised now, though not the kind he wanted. He knocked on the closed, unlocked bathroom door, and then finally paused in front of Yuugi’s bedroom.
Nothing.
There was only one room left - his room, though he wondered what Yuugi could possibly want; his room was not exactly in the best condition to serve anyone else except him (excuse him for being a student trying to juggle all his homework, clubs, and chores, and living off of five hours of sleep everyday). Nevertheless, he felt a little flattered that Yuugi would come to him - but all the same, what could have possibly happened in the span of five hours to cause this?
Atemu found him face-down on the bed, arms on either side of his head and legs dangling off the edge. Yuugi still had his outdoor-clothes on, and the ribbon on the back told him that he was also wearing his favourite black apron.
Inhaling sharply and hoping this was an illusion, he stepped forward and tapped the closer shoulder. “Yuugi?”
This close, he could detect the deep, steady breathing, and the damp pillow; with a start, he realized Yuugi must have cried himself to sleep. Tremendously relieved that he was not dead (heaven forbid, Atemu added), he sat down heavily on the part of the bed not occupied by Yuugi’s limbs.
“You worried me,” he whispered to the ground, head hanging low.
There was something white poking out from under the bed. He picked it up and smoothed out the wrinkles. It was addressed to Yuugi, and judging by the fresher smears and blots, Atemu surmised it was nothing quite pleasant. He could hardly make out the words except for the Tanioka-sensei at the bottom.
He closed the door behind him softly, letting Yuugi sleep on, and made his way to the kitchen, hungry. There were some leftovers, which he reheated by the microwave. The meal was rushed and bland without Yuugi’s lively chatter and presence.
The bones were dished into the garbage can; for that brief moment, Atemu could smell, faintly, something that was like...cookies. Yes, that was it, raisins and oatmeal - he picked one up to confirm his guess. He was confused...there was absolutely nothing wrong with this batch, so why would he waste food? He knew Yuugi made this particular type of cookies every other week to bring with him somewhere, and every time, he would have a melancholic air around him. Atemu did not understand; on any other occasion he would smile while baking. Why would his mood change so?
There were too many secrets surrounding Yuugi. Atemu sighed. Despite being roommates for the past three years, he had barely uncovered the youth underneath that cheerful mask.
- Owari -
Story Word Count: 567
Authoress Notes: It was not my original intention to make this angst-laced, but given the last few happy themes, this was okay, right?
Genre: General/Angst
Rating: G
Pairings: one-sided ‘Atemu’/Yuugi
Story Type: Drabble/one-shot
Summary: The surprise Yuugi promised him would have to be postponed.
Disclaimer: Fanfiction is called fanfiction for a reason.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: University/college AU.
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When Atemu entered the apartment that night, he sensed immediately that something was amiss. There were no usual soft television noises or radio music, nor were there the sounds and aromas he associated with cooking. The hallway was only dimly lit by the motion-sensitive nightlight, and once he placed his shoes back to its proper place on the shoe-rack, he made his way cautiously deeper into the dormitory.
“Yuugi?” He called uncertainly, stopping and peering first into the living room, then the kitchen. Nothing. He willed himself to not panic yet, despite the growing uneasiness; Yuugi had phoned him several hours ago, excitedly informing him of a ‘surprise’ when he came home...well, he was certainly surprised now, though not the kind he wanted. He knocked on the closed, unlocked bathroom door, and then finally paused in front of Yuugi’s bedroom.
Nothing.
There was only one room left - his room, though he wondered what Yuugi could possibly want; his room was not exactly in the best condition to serve anyone else except him (excuse him for being a student trying to juggle all his homework, clubs, and chores, and living off of five hours of sleep everyday). Nevertheless, he felt a little flattered that Yuugi would come to him - but all the same, what could have possibly happened in the span of five hours to cause this?
Atemu found him face-down on the bed, arms on either side of his head and legs dangling off the edge. Yuugi still had his outdoor-clothes on, and the ribbon on the back told him that he was also wearing his favourite black apron.
Inhaling sharply and hoping this was an illusion, he stepped forward and tapped the closer shoulder. “Yuugi?”
This close, he could detect the deep, steady breathing, and the damp pillow; with a start, he realized Yuugi must have cried himself to sleep. Tremendously relieved that he was not dead (heaven forbid, Atemu added), he sat down heavily on the part of the bed not occupied by Yuugi’s limbs.
“You worried me,” he whispered to the ground, head hanging low.
There was something white poking out from under the bed. He picked it up and smoothed out the wrinkles. It was addressed to Yuugi, and judging by the fresher smears and blots, Atemu surmised it was nothing quite pleasant. He could hardly make out the words except for the Tanioka-sensei at the bottom.
He closed the door behind him softly, letting Yuugi sleep on, and made his way to the kitchen, hungry. There were some leftovers, which he reheated by the microwave. The meal was rushed and bland without Yuugi’s lively chatter and presence.
The bones were dished into the garbage can; for that brief moment, Atemu could smell, faintly, something that was like...cookies. Yes, that was it, raisins and oatmeal - he picked one up to confirm his guess. He was confused...there was absolutely nothing wrong with this batch, so why would he waste food? He knew Yuugi made this particular type of cookies every other week to bring with him somewhere, and every time, he would have a melancholic air around him. Atemu did not understand; on any other occasion he would smile while baking. Why would his mood change so?
There were too many secrets surrounding Yuugi. Atemu sighed. Despite being roommates for the past three years, he had barely uncovered the youth underneath that cheerful mask.
- Owari -
Story Word Count: 567
Authoress Notes: It was not my original intention to make this angst-laced, but given the last few happy themes, this was okay, right?