Fic: Five times Toma lends Maki money (and the 1 time she pays him back)
Title: Five times Toma lends Maki money (and the one time she pays him back)
Pairing: Ikuta Toma/Horikita Maki (+Akanishi Jin ninja!)
Rating: pg
Summary: A couple drabble inspired by nomanymore's latest Tomaki picspam. Thanks to funkysparks for giving me ideas to finish this!
Disclaimer: Still not owning people. Ever.
A little warning ahead of time would have been better.
I’m on my way.
Toma’s eyes widened as he saw the text message. It was unlike Maki to be this spontaneous. Maybe he was beginning to wear her structured lifestyle down. Perhaps that meant she would be willing to go on more outings with him and a couple of his friends. He shook his head. She was probably sick of all the flirtations and staring. He was definitely getting annoyed by it himself.
Toma snapped out of his thoughts when his phone began to vibrate. Grinning, he pulled it to his ear. “Hello?”
“I’m here,” she chirped before lowering her voice, “Taxi drivers are crazy.”
Toma chuckled and peered out the window to find Maki climbing out of the taxi, leaning over to talk to the driver. “I’ll be right there.”
“Oh and could you bring your wallet out?”
“Why?”
“I left mine at home and the cab driver is getting impatient.”
Next time bring a calculator.
“This isn’t adding up,” Maki repeated for the fourth time, staring at the shopping cart that stood before her and Toma. He didn’t even bother trying to find out how much money she was going to spend, he always got lost carrying the decimal places and- Let’s just say it gave him a headache.
“Put some things back then,” he offered anyways. He never intended to go grocery shopping with her, he was half dragged after the two had coffee together that afternoon.
“But Meisa gave me this list, see?” She all but shoved the paper in his hand and he had to resist every fragment in his body to not rip it up and leave. He really didn’t want to be there. Sweat was beginning to form beneath his baseball cap and his sunglasses weren’t really appropriate for the indoors. But Maki had asked him if he wanted to go with her. And there was no way he could deny his Horikitty.
“Did she give you any money?” He huffed, the list was long. It was filled with everything from cleaning products to random fruits. Honestly, what happened to a roll of toilet paper and a bag of potato chips?
“I think I have enough,” she finalized, her head hanging slightly. “I guess I should have asked Meisa for money.”
“Then let’s go pay,” Toma offered, pushing the cart to the cashier.
“But I just said I don’t have enough,” Maki whispered beside him, shocked by his sudden decision.
“We can put something back,” he began to stack her things on the conveyer belt and offered the cashier a polite smile.
Maki shot him a glare. “That’s embarrassing.”
“It happens,” Toma shrugged.
She ended up being short four hundred yen but instead of putting away the milk she could have gotten later (“but I’m here now!”) Toma gave her the difference.
Anything to get out of that baseball cap. Or into Maki’s apartment.
Earmuffs lead to confusion. Avoid them.
Toma never understood why theaters couldn’t sell tickets inside during the winter. Now everyone had to stand outside, huddled as close as they could get together to collect as much body heat as much as they could. Unless your name was Horikita Maki and you were thoughtful enough to cover yourself with a giant coat, gloves, a green scarf and giant fluffy blue earmuffs. Toma wasn’t only upset because he was cold in his simple denim jacket, but because she didn’t need to attempt to lean against him for warmth. She was fine at arms length.
She was watching the passing traffic while he was watching her. How was she able to just escape this reality when she anchored him into staring only at her?
He almost let out a giant sigh of relief when they reached the stand. “What movie are you going to see?” The man behind the register asked Maki (she said they should pay separately).
She looked up at the list of movie names and gave him one. He then told her the price and waited for her to pay.
Maki blinked at the man and repeated the movie’s name. The earmuffs were definitely obstructing her hearing. The cold was finally catching up to him and Toma hastily handed him several bills.
“Oh, so that’s what he wanted,” Maki began to unbutton her coat when the two went into the theater and took off her earmuffs. “I thought he wanted to know what movie I wanted to see.”
“He did, but he got it after the second time you repeated it.”
Maki’s face reddened slightly. “Well, I was cold.”
Toma grinned and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “Next time, just let me take care of that.”
Stay away from the losing streak.
“No way,” she glared at the cards that she gripped in her hands. Maki never lost a game of poker. Especially to Jin. He nodded triumphantly and smirked, causing Maki to lightly punch his shoulder.
“It’s not too bad,” Toma murmured miserably as his chin rested on the table top. “At least you didn’t lose your watch.”
Jin flexed his wrist where the silver was reflecting strays of light. It was definitely an expensive watch. And Toma’s gift from Jin a few years before. He knew that one day Jin would ask for it back after the comment he made when he received it (“I need to get myself one of those. I don’t remember where I found it though.”).
“Don’t be so smug about it!” Maki grimaced, patting Toma’s shoulder comfortingly while shooting Jin a dirty look.
“How could I not be? You know how rare this is for me,” Jin placed his hand behind his head and a smug expression spread across his face. “Now pay up Horikitty.”
Maki huffed and dug into her pockets. Her face quickly dropped. She shot Toma a pleading look. “Can you help me out?”
“You know this means you’ll owe me money instead of Jin,” Toma noted, pulling out some bills. He kept losing even though he folded in the last round.
Maki gave Jin an uneasy glance, “He’s not the kind of guy I want to be indebted to.”
Jin shrugged. “That’s probably a good call.”
She rested her chin on her hand. “Next time maybe we should just strip,” she mumbled, causing Jin to cover his mouth before he spit his drink and for Toma’s face to turn crimson. “It was a joke you two. A joke. Honestly, I need more girlfriends.”
It’s tradition to pay half. Next time.
“I’m not being sexist,” Toma whined, ignoring the glares coming from the others in the restaurant. His voice wasn’t necessarily quiet when he was upset. Or any other time for that matter. “I’m just saying, I invited you here so I’m paying all of it.”
“Half and half,” Maki repeated, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. Almost daring Toma to continue.
He rolled his eyes. The battle was lost. He reached into his pocket to get his wallet out as Maki grinned and began shuffling inside her purse. She looked lost as she shuffled her things within her bag. Glaring at the inanimate object she sat back with a frown.
“Um...”
“Yes?”
“How about I pay for dinner next time,” Maki whispered, gazing down as though she was ashamed.
Toma wanted to gloat. He knew that she forgot her wallet but he still felt slightly victorious. “You got it,” he replied smugly.
She huffed. “Next time I’m paying though.”
+
Toma loved the stage. He enjoyed being able to get an immediate response after a performance, to see how he did. He did like starring in television shows and being able to goof around there, but at the stage you could actually see the audience. See their expressions while they watch. And Toma loved that.
But he was especially nervous during this performance when he saw the large dark eyes from the audience glued onto him during all of his scenes. Maki was watching his performance tonight and he wanted to be extra careful not to mess up.
“Nice work Danny,” a soft voice from the doorway of his dressing room congratulated. It was her. He didn’t even need to turn away from the mirror as he hastily wiped off the makeup and sweat to confirm it.
“Thanks,” he replied sheepishly, turning around and grinning at her.
“You looked so happy up there. You’re really brave to be doing stage shows,” her voice sounded a tad bit wistful, before she walked over to Toma and leaned against the table.
“You ever think of doing a stage show?”
Maki shook her head insistently. “No. I’m too much of a klutz, remember?” He did. Random thoughts of her tripping or stumbling through her lines (those occasions were rarer though) whirled in his head and he grinned. “At least. Not yet. Maybe.”
“It’s fun. Let me know if you’re interested and I’ll audition as well,” the words flew so easily from his mouth. He would have loved to see the audience’s reaction to their chemistry.
Maki cracked a shy smile, “You would make me laugh.”
“Then let’s make sure it’s not a comedy. Maybe a romance,” Toma’s eyes widened when he realized what he said and he turned around to roughly wipe his face.
“Come on. I’ll treat you to some coffee,” she changed the topic, her face flushing slightly.
Toma jumped from his seat. “Treating me?!”
“Come on goof. Think of it as a Congratulatory drink,” she grabbed his hand and he watched curiously as their fingers intertwined. It was such a simple act, and by the looks of it she didn’t mind one bit.
Yes. He would definitely have to convince her about that romance stage play. Or just the romance.
Pairing: Ikuta Toma/Horikita Maki (+Akanishi Jin ninja!)
Rating: pg
Summary: A couple drabble inspired by nomanymore's latest Tomaki picspam. Thanks to funkysparks for giving me ideas to finish this!
Disclaimer: Still not owning people. Ever.
A little warning ahead of time would have been better.
I’m on my way.
Toma’s eyes widened as he saw the text message. It was unlike Maki to be this spontaneous. Maybe he was beginning to wear her structured lifestyle down. Perhaps that meant she would be willing to go on more outings with him and a couple of his friends. He shook his head. She was probably sick of all the flirtations and staring. He was definitely getting annoyed by it himself.
Toma snapped out of his thoughts when his phone began to vibrate. Grinning, he pulled it to his ear. “Hello?”
“I’m here,” she chirped before lowering her voice, “Taxi drivers are crazy.”
Toma chuckled and peered out the window to find Maki climbing out of the taxi, leaning over to talk to the driver. “I’ll be right there.”
“Oh and could you bring your wallet out?”
“Why?”
“I left mine at home and the cab driver is getting impatient.”
Next time bring a calculator.
“This isn’t adding up,” Maki repeated for the fourth time, staring at the shopping cart that stood before her and Toma. He didn’t even bother trying to find out how much money she was going to spend, he always got lost carrying the decimal places and- Let’s just say it gave him a headache.
“Put some things back then,” he offered anyways. He never intended to go grocery shopping with her, he was half dragged after the two had coffee together that afternoon.
“But Meisa gave me this list, see?” She all but shoved the paper in his hand and he had to resist every fragment in his body to not rip it up and leave. He really didn’t want to be there. Sweat was beginning to form beneath his baseball cap and his sunglasses weren’t really appropriate for the indoors. But Maki had asked him if he wanted to go with her. And there was no way he could deny his Horikitty.
“Did she give you any money?” He huffed, the list was long. It was filled with everything from cleaning products to random fruits. Honestly, what happened to a roll of toilet paper and a bag of potato chips?
“I think I have enough,” she finalized, her head hanging slightly. “I guess I should have asked Meisa for money.”
“Then let’s go pay,” Toma offered, pushing the cart to the cashier.
“But I just said I don’t have enough,” Maki whispered beside him, shocked by his sudden decision.
“We can put something back,” he began to stack her things on the conveyer belt and offered the cashier a polite smile.
Maki shot him a glare. “That’s embarrassing.”
“It happens,” Toma shrugged.
She ended up being short four hundred yen but instead of putting away the milk she could have gotten later (“but I’m here now!”) Toma gave her the difference.
Anything to get out of that baseball cap. Or into Maki’s apartment.
Earmuffs lead to confusion. Avoid them.
Toma never understood why theaters couldn’t sell tickets inside during the winter. Now everyone had to stand outside, huddled as close as they could get together to collect as much body heat as much as they could. Unless your name was Horikita Maki and you were thoughtful enough to cover yourself with a giant coat, gloves, a green scarf and giant fluffy blue earmuffs. Toma wasn’t only upset because he was cold in his simple denim jacket, but because she didn’t need to attempt to lean against him for warmth. She was fine at arms length.
She was watching the passing traffic while he was watching her. How was she able to just escape this reality when she anchored him into staring only at her?
He almost let out a giant sigh of relief when they reached the stand. “What movie are you going to see?” The man behind the register asked Maki (she said they should pay separately).
She looked up at the list of movie names and gave him one. He then told her the price and waited for her to pay.
Maki blinked at the man and repeated the movie’s name. The earmuffs were definitely obstructing her hearing. The cold was finally catching up to him and Toma hastily handed him several bills.
“Oh, so that’s what he wanted,” Maki began to unbutton her coat when the two went into the theater and took off her earmuffs. “I thought he wanted to know what movie I wanted to see.”
“He did, but he got it after the second time you repeated it.”
Maki’s face reddened slightly. “Well, I was cold.”
Toma grinned and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “Next time, just let me take care of that.”
Stay away from the losing streak.
“No way,” she glared at the cards that she gripped in her hands. Maki never lost a game of poker. Especially to Jin. He nodded triumphantly and smirked, causing Maki to lightly punch his shoulder.
“It’s not too bad,” Toma murmured miserably as his chin rested on the table top. “At least you didn’t lose your watch.”
Jin flexed his wrist where the silver was reflecting strays of light. It was definitely an expensive watch. And Toma’s gift from Jin a few years before. He knew that one day Jin would ask for it back after the comment he made when he received it (“I need to get myself one of those. I don’t remember where I found it though.”).
“Don’t be so smug about it!” Maki grimaced, patting Toma’s shoulder comfortingly while shooting Jin a dirty look.
“How could I not be? You know how rare this is for me,” Jin placed his hand behind his head and a smug expression spread across his face. “Now pay up Horikitty.”
Maki huffed and dug into her pockets. Her face quickly dropped. She shot Toma a pleading look. “Can you help me out?”
“You know this means you’ll owe me money instead of Jin,” Toma noted, pulling out some bills. He kept losing even though he folded in the last round.
Maki gave Jin an uneasy glance, “He’s not the kind of guy I want to be indebted to.”
Jin shrugged. “That’s probably a good call.”
She rested her chin on her hand. “Next time maybe we should just strip,” she mumbled, causing Jin to cover his mouth before he spit his drink and for Toma’s face to turn crimson. “It was a joke you two. A joke. Honestly, I need more girlfriends.”
It’s tradition to pay half. Next time.
“I’m not being sexist,” Toma whined, ignoring the glares coming from the others in the restaurant. His voice wasn’t necessarily quiet when he was upset. Or any other time for that matter. “I’m just saying, I invited you here so I’m paying all of it.”
“Half and half,” Maki repeated, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. Almost daring Toma to continue.
He rolled his eyes. The battle was lost. He reached into his pocket to get his wallet out as Maki grinned and began shuffling inside her purse. She looked lost as she shuffled her things within her bag. Glaring at the inanimate object she sat back with a frown.
“Um...”
“Yes?”
“How about I pay for dinner next time,” Maki whispered, gazing down as though she was ashamed.
Toma wanted to gloat. He knew that she forgot her wallet but he still felt slightly victorious. “You got it,” he replied smugly.
She huffed. “Next time I’m paying though.”
+
Toma loved the stage. He enjoyed being able to get an immediate response after a performance, to see how he did. He did like starring in television shows and being able to goof around there, but at the stage you could actually see the audience. See their expressions while they watch. And Toma loved that.
But he was especially nervous during this performance when he saw the large dark eyes from the audience glued onto him during all of his scenes. Maki was watching his performance tonight and he wanted to be extra careful not to mess up.
“Nice work Danny,” a soft voice from the doorway of his dressing room congratulated. It was her. He didn’t even need to turn away from the mirror as he hastily wiped off the makeup and sweat to confirm it.
“Thanks,” he replied sheepishly, turning around and grinning at her.
“You looked so happy up there. You’re really brave to be doing stage shows,” her voice sounded a tad bit wistful, before she walked over to Toma and leaned against the table.
“You ever think of doing a stage show?”
Maki shook her head insistently. “No. I’m too much of a klutz, remember?” He did. Random thoughts of her tripping or stumbling through her lines (those occasions were rarer though) whirled in his head and he grinned. “At least. Not yet. Maybe.”
“It’s fun. Let me know if you’re interested and I’ll audition as well,” the words flew so easily from his mouth. He would have loved to see the audience’s reaction to their chemistry.
Maki cracked a shy smile, “You would make me laugh.”
“Then let’s make sure it’s not a comedy. Maybe a romance,” Toma’s eyes widened when he realized what he said and he turned around to roughly wipe his face.
“Come on. I’ll treat you to some coffee,” she changed the topic, her face flushing slightly.
Toma jumped from his seat. “Treating me?!”
“Come on goof. Think of it as a Congratulatory drink,” she grabbed his hand and he watched curiously as their fingers intertwined. It was such a simple act, and by the looks of it she didn’t mind one bit.
Yes. He would definitely have to convince her about that romance stage play. Or just the romance.