[FANFIC--ShiroAi] Sweet Scent
Title: Sweet Scent
Author: a1y_puff
Fandom: The Musical Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Shirota x Aiba, a *little* bit SaiAi (I guess XD;) and SaiRui
Genre: fluff… maybe… and a little humor?
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don’t own these boys, really… They belong to themselves and have their own lives. Everything written on this fic has nothing to do with their real lives, and it’s all only a product of MY imagination ^^;
Note: Inspired by a new hair product I just used recently… it made my hair smelled like cake XD;;
I was wondering whether I should use this on TezuFuji or ShiroAi, but then… I thought ShiroAi would make a better (and easier-to-write) story ^^;;
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“Your hair smells like butter,” Saitou said when the younger boy passed him by in the corridor.
“Oh, this? I’m trying a new hair product,” Aiba replied while stroking his own hair. “It made my hair smoother in just three days, you know,” he smiled proudly.
“Really?” Saitou asked as he reached out his hand to touch Aiba’s hair. He then moved his fingers through Aiba’s hair. “Ah, I can see that. It’s a good product,” he said.
“It is. Maybe you can try too,” Aiba replied. He didn’t seem bothered by Saitou’s hand running through his hair. Maybe because he was so proud of his smoother hair. Either that, or because from the corner of his eyes, he could see Shirota glared from Seigaku’s dressing room.
“And it’s smells nice, too,” Saitou added as he drew his nose closer to the top of Aiba’s head. But before Saitou’s nose could meet Aiba’s head, a loud voice calling Aiba’s name was heard.
“Aiba-chaaan~!! We need to practice that line before break is over, ne?” Shirota asked a little too loudly while half-skipping to where Aiba and Saitou stood.
“Oh, right,” Aiba pulled himself away from Saitou. “Well, see you later, ne!” Aiba excused himself as he felt his wrist was grabbed by Shirota’s hand.
“See ya,” Shirota said with a forced smile to Saitou before finally dragging Aiba with him.
As Saitou quietly watched Aiba being dragged by Shirota, he noticed the little smile Aiba threw to him, along with a peace sign Aiba made behind his back.
Saitou smirked.
Really, Aiba was so fond of making Shirota jealous, he thought.
“What are you doing here, Takumi-san?” Ruito suddenly was already behind Saitou. Saitou only shrugged and ruffled Ruito’s hair.
“Ne, Rui, I think you should use the hair product Aibacchi’s using,” Saitou said as he snaked his arm around Ruito’s shoulder and gently dragged Ruito to their dressing room.
“Why?” Ruito asked innocently.
“It smells nice.”
*****
“Really Aiba-chan… I think you should stop using that hair product,” Shirota whined as he brought two cup of hot chocolates for both of them. They were in Shirota’s apartment now. Aiba was sleeping over, since they had to come early the next day, and Shirota’s place just happened to be closer to the venue.
“Why would I? It’s really good for my hair, you know that,” Aiba replied nonchalantly as he read his script while sitting on the carpeted floor of Shirota’s bedroom.
Shirota did not answer. He just put down a mug of hot chocolate in front of Aiba and received a mumbled ‘thanks’. Then, he sipped his own hot chocolate while sitting on the bed.
Of course Shirota knew that the hair product had made Aiba’s hair smoother, and he knew Aiba loved that fact. Well, he knew how HUGE Aiba’s love for his hair was. He sometimes even suspected that Aiba actually loved his hair more than he loved him.
He did not mind Aiba loving his own hair. After all as an actor, appearance did matter (well, he thought that Aiba may be a little too obsessed with his hair, though, but that was another story.). But what he didn’t like was the fact that EVERYONE started to adore Aiba’s hair as well. They would stroke, fondle, and even put their nose a little too close to Aiba’s head just so they could smell the sweet scent.
And then he remembered Saitou who act a little too intimate with his beloved Aiba-chan and the jealousy started to flicker in his inside again. And as he looked at Aiba who was peacefully sipping his hot chocolate while reading his script, Shirota had this sudden urge to hug Aiba.
So, he put his mug on the bedside table, and slid down behind Aiba and snaked his arms to hug the younger boy from behind.
“What is it?” Aiba asked calmly, seemed to rather nonchalant, actually.
“Nothing,” Shirota answered as he pulled Aiba closer to him, and breathed on the sweet scent of Aiba’s hair.
Aiba could felt Shirota’s nose was nuzzling around from the top of his head, down to his nape. And he could feel the older boy was showering his hair-covered nape with little kisses.
“Hey, that tickles!! Stop that!” Aiba protested.
“But your hair smells so nice,” Shirota replied in a whiney tone, again.
“I know it is. Just don’t… not there, okay? It’s ticklish,” he said without tearing his attention from the script.
“Okay,” Shirota said as he decided to nuzzle on the top of Aiba’s head instead. “Smells like cake,” he mumbled.
Aiba laughed a little. “Just don’t eat my hair, ne?” he said as he snuggled closer to Shirota for a more comfortable position.
Shirota smiled on Aiba’s hair. Everyone may adore his lover hair; touched it, stroked it, smelled the sweet scent of it. And even if Aiba loved his hair more than he loved him, it was alright, for now. As long as he was the only one Aiba would allow to hold him like this, as long as he was the only one Aiba would snuggle to, it was enough.
*
Aiba smirked inwardly as he felt the arms that wrapped him tightened possessively. This was exactly why he would not stop using that hair product.
Sure, he liked its effect on his hair. But aside of that, he also loved its effect on Shirota.
Everyone touching his hair made Shirota jealous, he knew. But Shirota was such a snugger when he was jealous. Furthermore, the sweet scent never failed to make Shirota wanted to kiss his head all over, and he loved that.
But of course, Shirota need not know about that.
It would be his little secret.
-FIN-
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A/N: Nyah~~ it turned out fluffier than I had expected ^^;; a nice refreshing after that angsty TezuFuji fic I made before, tho XD
The second part of this fic was kinda wrote itself… whew… it felt a little weird…I kinda blushed when I typed that part >/////<
Anyway, if you happen to read this, please leave your comments and tell me what you think, ne? Onegaishimasu!! m(_ _)m
Author: a1y_puff
Fandom: The Musical Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Shirota x Aiba, a *little* bit SaiAi (I guess XD;) and SaiRui
Genre: fluff… maybe… and a little humor?
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don’t own these boys, really… They belong to themselves and have their own lives. Everything written on this fic has nothing to do with their real lives, and it’s all only a product of MY imagination ^^;
Note: Inspired by a new hair product I just used recently… it made my hair smelled like cake XD;;
I was wondering whether I should use this on TezuFuji or ShiroAi, but then… I thought ShiroAi would make a better (and easier-to-write) story ^^;;
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“Your hair smells like butter,” Saitou said when the younger boy passed him by in the corridor.
“Oh, this? I’m trying a new hair product,” Aiba replied while stroking his own hair. “It made my hair smoother in just three days, you know,” he smiled proudly.
“Really?” Saitou asked as he reached out his hand to touch Aiba’s hair. He then moved his fingers through Aiba’s hair. “Ah, I can see that. It’s a good product,” he said.
“It is. Maybe you can try too,” Aiba replied. He didn’t seem bothered by Saitou’s hand running through his hair. Maybe because he was so proud of his smoother hair. Either that, or because from the corner of his eyes, he could see Shirota glared from Seigaku’s dressing room.
“And it’s smells nice, too,” Saitou added as he drew his nose closer to the top of Aiba’s head. But before Saitou’s nose could meet Aiba’s head, a loud voice calling Aiba’s name was heard.
“Aiba-chaaan~!! We need to practice that line before break is over, ne?” Shirota asked a little too loudly while half-skipping to where Aiba and Saitou stood.
“Oh, right,” Aiba pulled himself away from Saitou. “Well, see you later, ne!” Aiba excused himself as he felt his wrist was grabbed by Shirota’s hand.
“See ya,” Shirota said with a forced smile to Saitou before finally dragging Aiba with him.
As Saitou quietly watched Aiba being dragged by Shirota, he noticed the little smile Aiba threw to him, along with a peace sign Aiba made behind his back.
Saitou smirked.
Really, Aiba was so fond of making Shirota jealous, he thought.
“What are you doing here, Takumi-san?” Ruito suddenly was already behind Saitou. Saitou only shrugged and ruffled Ruito’s hair.
“Ne, Rui, I think you should use the hair product Aibacchi’s using,” Saitou said as he snaked his arm around Ruito’s shoulder and gently dragged Ruito to their dressing room.
“Why?” Ruito asked innocently.
“It smells nice.”
*****
“Really Aiba-chan… I think you should stop using that hair product,” Shirota whined as he brought two cup of hot chocolates for both of them. They were in Shirota’s apartment now. Aiba was sleeping over, since they had to come early the next day, and Shirota’s place just happened to be closer to the venue.
“Why would I? It’s really good for my hair, you know that,” Aiba replied nonchalantly as he read his script while sitting on the carpeted floor of Shirota’s bedroom.
Shirota did not answer. He just put down a mug of hot chocolate in front of Aiba and received a mumbled ‘thanks’. Then, he sipped his own hot chocolate while sitting on the bed.
Of course Shirota knew that the hair product had made Aiba’s hair smoother, and he knew Aiba loved that fact. Well, he knew how HUGE Aiba’s love for his hair was. He sometimes even suspected that Aiba actually loved his hair more than he loved him.
He did not mind Aiba loving his own hair. After all as an actor, appearance did matter (well, he thought that Aiba may be a little too obsessed with his hair, though, but that was another story.). But what he didn’t like was the fact that EVERYONE started to adore Aiba’s hair as well. They would stroke, fondle, and even put their nose a little too close to Aiba’s head just so they could smell the sweet scent.
And then he remembered Saitou who act a little too intimate with his beloved Aiba-chan and the jealousy started to flicker in his inside again. And as he looked at Aiba who was peacefully sipping his hot chocolate while reading his script, Shirota had this sudden urge to hug Aiba.
So, he put his mug on the bedside table, and slid down behind Aiba and snaked his arms to hug the younger boy from behind.
“What is it?” Aiba asked calmly, seemed to rather nonchalant, actually.
“Nothing,” Shirota answered as he pulled Aiba closer to him, and breathed on the sweet scent of Aiba’s hair.
Aiba could felt Shirota’s nose was nuzzling around from the top of his head, down to his nape. And he could feel the older boy was showering his hair-covered nape with little kisses.
“Hey, that tickles!! Stop that!” Aiba protested.
“But your hair smells so nice,” Shirota replied in a whiney tone, again.
“I know it is. Just don’t… not there, okay? It’s ticklish,” he said without tearing his attention from the script.
“Okay,” Shirota said as he decided to nuzzle on the top of Aiba’s head instead. “Smells like cake,” he mumbled.
Aiba laughed a little. “Just don’t eat my hair, ne?” he said as he snuggled closer to Shirota for a more comfortable position.
Shirota smiled on Aiba’s hair. Everyone may adore his lover hair; touched it, stroked it, smelled the sweet scent of it. And even if Aiba loved his hair more than he loved him, it was alright, for now. As long as he was the only one Aiba would allow to hold him like this, as long as he was the only one Aiba would snuggle to, it was enough.
*
Aiba smirked inwardly as he felt the arms that wrapped him tightened possessively. This was exactly why he would not stop using that hair product.
Sure, he liked its effect on his hair. But aside of that, he also loved its effect on Shirota.
Everyone touching his hair made Shirota jealous, he knew. But Shirota was such a snugger when he was jealous. Furthermore, the sweet scent never failed to make Shirota wanted to kiss his head all over, and he loved that.
But of course, Shirota need not know about that.
It would be his little secret.
-FIN-
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A/N: Nyah~~ it turned out fluffier than I had expected ^^;; a nice refreshing after that angsty TezuFuji fic I made before, tho XD
The second part of this fic was kinda wrote itself… whew… it felt a little weird…I kinda blushed when I typed that part >/////<
Anyway, if you happen to read this, please leave your comments and tell me what you think, ne? Onegaishimasu!! m(_ _)m