Birthday fic! (Or just normal, boring fic if I'm wrong.)
Was bored (again) and noticed that it's apparently nebulia's birthday today. So, present by way of fic. (Admittedly, it's highly unedited, so whoever reads this first is basically my beta by default, 'kay?)
Watanuki should have been laughing. He should have been happy - delighted, even.
But instead he stared at Doumeki, the archer’s arm still wrapped around a tall girl that Watanuki vaguely recognized as being another Student Council member. The girl (he knew her name, he must know it - why couldn’t he think of it now?) was blushing bright, bright red, ashamed to be caught with a classmate in the second-story supply closet during lunch break and utterly mortified that it was the “famous” Watanuki Kimihiro that had caught her. Meiko, maybe that was her name - Watanuki had talked to her a few times about cleaning duties, and once she had asked him about Doumeki’s favorite color. “A - ah, Watanuki-san,” she stammered uncertainly. “This - this isn’t - ”
Doumeki’s arm tightened around her waist. “Watanuki.” Not ‘oi,’ not ‘hey you.’ Watanuki.
Suddenly, Watanuki didn’t want to hear whatever Doumeki was going to say. “Uh - Himawari-chan was wondering where you went,” he said quickly, still staring at might-be-Meiko-san to avoid having to meet Doumeki’s eyes. “I’ll just tell her you’re busy with-Council duties, okay?” Some corner of his soul shriveled up and died at the thought of lying to sweet, perfect Himawari-chan, but if the alternative was tainting her with - this - he would do it.
“Watanuki-san - ”
“Watanuki - ”
He fled.
This was good news, he told himself fiercely. Doumeki was dating - or at the very least doing stuff with - a girl who was not Himawari-chan, thereby leaving the field open for Watanuki to make his move. His greatest rival for Himawari-chan’s heart had just given up! He should be ecstatic! He was ecstatic!
“Watanuki-kun! Is something wrong with Doumeki-kun? You look so sad!”
Watanuki tripped and fell in an undignified heap at Himawari’s feet. “Sad? Why would I be sad? Just because that jerk is - has Council stuff to do, that’s no reason for me to be sad!”
Himawari tilted her head to the side, looking (absolutely adorable! Watanuki trilled internally) puzzled. “Oh? I didn’t think there was a meeting today for any members - I guess I was wrong. But don’t worry, Watanuki-kun! I’m sure that Doumeki-kun would never allow anything to interfere with your friendship!”
“Uh - ” Watanuki blinked and wondered, for the umpteenth time, how someone as cute and wonderful as Himawari-chan could manage to be so completely wrong about his and Doumeki’s (COMPLETELY ANTAGONISTIC!) relationship. But that didn’t matter now - right? The idiot had someone else to hang out with during his free time. It wasn’t worth the effort it would take to try to correct Himawari-chan - better to spend the period deepening their own relationship, without that big lug to get in the way!
The uneaten bento was heavier than it had any right to be, so he gave it to a freshman who had forgotten her lunch money.
When Watanuki emerged from Yuuko’s shop for the night he was grumpy and exhausted and telling himself firmly that he had not spent the entire afternoon wondering exactly what the idiot and his girlfriend had gotten up to after he left, no matter what Yuuko implied (or, if he was, it was just because the girl obviously had some sort of mental defect for not screaming rape the minute Doumeki got within a six-foot radius and he felt guilty for leaving her alone with the creep; it wasn’t her fault she was crazy).
He got exactly three steps before his nose collided with Doumeki’s chin.
“OW!” he bellowed, pinching the bridge of his nose and leaning forward to keep blood from dripping on his shirt. Damn, that hurt. “What the hell - what are you doing here, you big lump of - go away! What do you want now?”
Doumeki gave him the usual inscrutable Doumeki look, and then kissed him. It was quick and messy and vaguely painful because Doumeki’s nose was mashed up against Watanuki’s already broken one, and the only thing Watanuki could taste was blood from when his jaw had dropped open in shock and it flowed over his upper lip into his mouth.
“Huh,” Doumeki remarked as he pulled back.
Watanuki, still unable to formulate a thought more coherent than What the hell? and a little bit of Ow, ow, ow, goddammit that hurts beneath the confusion, waited for further explanation.
When it was clear that none was forthcoming, he spluttered, “What - you - are you insane? You broke my nose! What was that for?”
Doumeki didn’t even have the decency to look embarrassed. “I guess I am gay,” he said, shrugging. “You really should have that looked at.”
It would be difficult to accurately describe the noise that Watanuki made next, but a combination of a dying car engine underwater and a cow screaming “YOU FREAK!” at the top of its lungs would be close.
Watanuki should have been laughing. He should have been happy - delighted, even.
But instead he stared at Doumeki, the archer’s arm still wrapped around a tall girl that Watanuki vaguely recognized as being another Student Council member. The girl (he knew her name, he must know it - why couldn’t he think of it now?) was blushing bright, bright red, ashamed to be caught with a classmate in the second-story supply closet during lunch break and utterly mortified that it was the “famous” Watanuki Kimihiro that had caught her. Meiko, maybe that was her name - Watanuki had talked to her a few times about cleaning duties, and once she had asked him about Doumeki’s favorite color. “A - ah, Watanuki-san,” she stammered uncertainly. “This - this isn’t - ”
Doumeki’s arm tightened around her waist. “Watanuki.” Not ‘oi,’ not ‘hey you.’ Watanuki.
Suddenly, Watanuki didn’t want to hear whatever Doumeki was going to say. “Uh - Himawari-chan was wondering where you went,” he said quickly, still staring at might-be-Meiko-san to avoid having to meet Doumeki’s eyes. “I’ll just tell her you’re busy with-Council duties, okay?” Some corner of his soul shriveled up and died at the thought of lying to sweet, perfect Himawari-chan, but if the alternative was tainting her with - this - he would do it.
“Watanuki-san - ”
“Watanuki - ”
He fled.
This was good news, he told himself fiercely. Doumeki was dating - or at the very least doing stuff with - a girl who was not Himawari-chan, thereby leaving the field open for Watanuki to make his move. His greatest rival for Himawari-chan’s heart had just given up! He should be ecstatic! He was ecstatic!
“Watanuki-kun! Is something wrong with Doumeki-kun? You look so sad!”
Watanuki tripped and fell in an undignified heap at Himawari’s feet. “Sad? Why would I be sad? Just because that jerk is - has Council stuff to do, that’s no reason for me to be sad!”
Himawari tilted her head to the side, looking (absolutely adorable! Watanuki trilled internally) puzzled. “Oh? I didn’t think there was a meeting today for any members - I guess I was wrong. But don’t worry, Watanuki-kun! I’m sure that Doumeki-kun would never allow anything to interfere with your friendship!”
“Uh - ” Watanuki blinked and wondered, for the umpteenth time, how someone as cute and wonderful as Himawari-chan could manage to be so completely wrong about his and Doumeki’s (COMPLETELY ANTAGONISTIC!) relationship. But that didn’t matter now - right? The idiot had someone else to hang out with during his free time. It wasn’t worth the effort it would take to try to correct Himawari-chan - better to spend the period deepening their own relationship, without that big lug to get in the way!
The uneaten bento was heavier than it had any right to be, so he gave it to a freshman who had forgotten her lunch money.
When Watanuki emerged from Yuuko’s shop for the night he was grumpy and exhausted and telling himself firmly that he had not spent the entire afternoon wondering exactly what the idiot and his girlfriend had gotten up to after he left, no matter what Yuuko implied (or, if he was, it was just because the girl obviously had some sort of mental defect for not screaming rape the minute Doumeki got within a six-foot radius and he felt guilty for leaving her alone with the creep; it wasn’t her fault she was crazy).
He got exactly three steps before his nose collided with Doumeki’s chin.
“OW!” he bellowed, pinching the bridge of his nose and leaning forward to keep blood from dripping on his shirt. Damn, that hurt. “What the hell - what are you doing here, you big lump of - go away! What do you want now?”
Doumeki gave him the usual inscrutable Doumeki look, and then kissed him. It was quick and messy and vaguely painful because Doumeki’s nose was mashed up against Watanuki’s already broken one, and the only thing Watanuki could taste was blood from when his jaw had dropped open in shock and it flowed over his upper lip into his mouth.
“Huh,” Doumeki remarked as he pulled back.
Watanuki, still unable to formulate a thought more coherent than What the hell? and a little bit of Ow, ow, ow, goddammit that hurts beneath the confusion, waited for further explanation.
When it was clear that none was forthcoming, he spluttered, “What - you - are you insane? You broke my nose! What was that for?”
Doumeki didn’t even have the decency to look embarrassed. “I guess I am gay,” he said, shrugging. “You really should have that looked at.”
It would be difficult to accurately describe the noise that Watanuki made next, but a combination of a dying car engine underwater and a cow screaming “YOU FREAK!” at the top of its lungs would be close.