5 Things I Hate About Hikaru + 1 Thing I Love
Title: 5 Things I Hate About Hikaru + 1 Thing I Love
Author: hotfruits
Prompt: 16. Hatred at 30emotions
Pairing: Hikato. nakachii
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't even own the sweater I'm wearing, srsly.
Summary: *see title*
1. I hate it when you hit on me in English.
“Hey sexy,” Hikaru whispered into his ear, hands squeezing his shoulders, “How you doing tonight?”
“First of all,” Keito started, shaking Hikaru’s hands off of him, “You’re an idiot. Second, it’s 6 in the morning, not night time,” Keito turned around in his chair, starring at Hikaru curiously, “Third, why the English?”
Hikaru grinned, exclaiming excitedly, “I’m being spontaneous!”
Tilting his head to the side, Keito asked, “Do you even know what spontaneous means?”
“Uh,” Hikaru paused, clearing his throat, “No, I don’t,” then he winked at Keito, placing his hand over his heart, “I hope you’re a doctor, cause you’ve just stopped my heart.”
Keito rolled his eyes, turning back around and ignoring Hikaru’s strange, English pick up lines.
2. I hate it when you use me as a pillow when I’m trying to study.
Blink.
Putting his pencil down, Keito pushed his book aside to acknowledge Hikaru, who had been starring at him for the past ten minutes, chin digging into his shoulder.
“Can I help you?”
“I’m bored,” Hikaru yawned, cuddling against his side, “And I’m sleepy, and you’re comfy.”
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Keito grumbled, “I’m trying to study Hikaru, can you please bother someone else?”
Shaking his head, Hikaru closed his eyes, and it didn’t take long til he began quietly snoring. Defeated, Keito sighed and closed his book.
3. I hate it when you steal food from my bento.
Patting his grumbling belly, Keito eagerly grabbed the bento from inside his backpack and sat down next to Yuto on the bench. Taking the lid off, Keito’s stomach growled in excitement, that is til Hikaru plopped down next to him and with surprising quickness, stole a piece of broccoli from his bento.
“Hikaru!” Keito wailed, “I’m really hungry today cause I was late this morning and I didn’t eat any breakfast!”
Hikaru looked up, swallowing the broccoli as he nudged Keito, “Well, hurry up before I eat it all,” he said, smiling as he took a piece of meat.
Keito pouted, resisting the urge to stab Hikaru with his chopsticks as he unwillingly shared his bento with the other.
4. I hate it when you pull pranks on me.
“And I so said, that’s not a mailbox, that’s my mom!”
Keito forcibly laughed, scratching the back of his head as he wondered to himself if Yuto’s Mother possibly dropped him on the head when he was a baby.
“Isn’t that a great joke Keito?” Yuto asked with a laugh, wiping away the tears in his eyes, “It’s so brilliant, man- oh look!” Yuto ran off, flailing down the hall, “Keito, Keito come heeeereeee!”
Keito walked over to where Yuto was, ignoring his shouts of, “Hurry up hurry up KEITO HURRY UP!”
“I’m here,” Keito announced, “What’s so awesome?”
“This!” Yuto pointed at the door in front of him, which had a sign posted on it that read, Slightly Used Costumes - Take What You Want!.
“Isn’t that great, maybe I can find a cute maid outfit to put Chinen in!” Yuto squealed, grabbing Keito’s hand as he opened the door and stepped inside, “Hey, there’s no-”
Keito and Yuto screamed as honey was poured over their heads, followed by a mound of feathers that stuck to their now sticky bodies. Groaning, the two turned around to see Hikaru on his knees, laughing hysterically as he pointed at that two.
5. I hate it when you flirt with other guys.
Batting his eyelashes, Hikaru smiled sweetly at Inoo til the other chuckled, giving in and handing Hikaru a piece of pocky, “There you go, now quit bothering me.”
“I just can’t help myself,” Hikaru swooned, sprawling across Inoo’s lap, “You’re just so pretty Inoo-chan!”
“Keito,” Yamada whispered into his ear, poking him, “You just broke your pencil.”
Tearing his glare away from Hikaru, Keito saw that he had indeed break his pencil, right in half. Throwing the pieces to the floor, Keito got up and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
“I bet he was imagining the pencil was Inoo’s neck,” Ryutaro commented, but Yamada shook his head as he answered, “Nah, definitely Hikaru’s neck.”
+1. I love it when you tell me you love me too.
Snuggling into his cozy bed, Keito was almost asleep when he heard a quiet tap tap coming from his window. Groaning, he stumbled out of bed and to the window, where he saw Hikaru standing outside with a big smile.
Opening the window for Hikaru to enter, Keito walked back over to his bed and crawled under the covers, closing his tired eyes. Hikaru closed the window and a few seconds later he was curled up against Keito, kissing his bare shoulders as he asked, “Are you angry at me?”
“I hate you,” Keito mumbled sleepily, “You let Akanishi-kun tell you lame English pick-up lines, you bother me when I try to study, you always steal my food, you pull annoying pranks on me and you flirt with other people, namely Inoo-chan. I hate you.”
“No you don’t,” Hikaru replied, “You love my lame pick up lines because each time I use a new one, I learn a little more English, which brings me a little closer to you and a part of your life. You love it when I bother you, by kissing and cuddling and sleeping on you, because it allows you to take a break,” Hikaru paused as Keito rolled over, his eyebrows furrowed, “You love it when I steal your food, otherwise you’d worry all day whether or not I was eating enough. You love it when I pull pranks on you, because you love it when I laugh and we both know I laugh the best after a good prank,” Hikaru kissed Keito’s nose, giggling softly, “And okay, there’s nothing to love about me flirting with other people, but I swear I mean nothing by it. I’m just a natural flirt, can’t be helped.”
“I suppose you’re right,” Keito chuckled, snuggling further into Hikaru’s arms, and he smiled happily when he heard Hikaru’s quiet, “I love you too.”
Author: hotfruits
Prompt: 16. Hatred at 30emotions
Pairing: Hikato. nakachii
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't even own the sweater I'm wearing, srsly.
Summary: *see title*
1. I hate it when you hit on me in English.
“Hey sexy,” Hikaru whispered into his ear, hands squeezing his shoulders, “How you doing tonight?”
“First of all,” Keito started, shaking Hikaru’s hands off of him, “You’re an idiot. Second, it’s 6 in the morning, not night time,” Keito turned around in his chair, starring at Hikaru curiously, “Third, why the English?”
Hikaru grinned, exclaiming excitedly, “I’m being spontaneous!”
Tilting his head to the side, Keito asked, “Do you even know what spontaneous means?”
“Uh,” Hikaru paused, clearing his throat, “No, I don’t,” then he winked at Keito, placing his hand over his heart, “I hope you’re a doctor, cause you’ve just stopped my heart.”
Keito rolled his eyes, turning back around and ignoring Hikaru’s strange, English pick up lines.
2. I hate it when you use me as a pillow when I’m trying to study.
Blink.
Putting his pencil down, Keito pushed his book aside to acknowledge Hikaru, who had been starring at him for the past ten minutes, chin digging into his shoulder.
“Can I help you?”
“I’m bored,” Hikaru yawned, cuddling against his side, “And I’m sleepy, and you’re comfy.”
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Keito grumbled, “I’m trying to study Hikaru, can you please bother someone else?”
Shaking his head, Hikaru closed his eyes, and it didn’t take long til he began quietly snoring. Defeated, Keito sighed and closed his book.
3. I hate it when you steal food from my bento.
Patting his grumbling belly, Keito eagerly grabbed the bento from inside his backpack and sat down next to Yuto on the bench. Taking the lid off, Keito’s stomach growled in excitement, that is til Hikaru plopped down next to him and with surprising quickness, stole a piece of broccoli from his bento.
“Hikaru!” Keito wailed, “I’m really hungry today cause I was late this morning and I didn’t eat any breakfast!”
Hikaru looked up, swallowing the broccoli as he nudged Keito, “Well, hurry up before I eat it all,” he said, smiling as he took a piece of meat.
Keito pouted, resisting the urge to stab Hikaru with his chopsticks as he unwillingly shared his bento with the other.
4. I hate it when you pull pranks on me.
“And I so said, that’s not a mailbox, that’s my mom!”
Keito forcibly laughed, scratching the back of his head as he wondered to himself if Yuto’s Mother possibly dropped him on the head when he was a baby.
“Isn’t that a great joke Keito?” Yuto asked with a laugh, wiping away the tears in his eyes, “It’s so brilliant, man- oh look!” Yuto ran off, flailing down the hall, “Keito, Keito come heeeereeee!”
Keito walked over to where Yuto was, ignoring his shouts of, “Hurry up hurry up KEITO HURRY UP!”
“I’m here,” Keito announced, “What’s so awesome?”
“This!” Yuto pointed at the door in front of him, which had a sign posted on it that read, Slightly Used Costumes - Take What You Want!.
“Isn’t that great, maybe I can find a cute maid outfit to put Chinen in!” Yuto squealed, grabbing Keito’s hand as he opened the door and stepped inside, “Hey, there’s no-”
Keito and Yuto screamed as honey was poured over their heads, followed by a mound of feathers that stuck to their now sticky bodies. Groaning, the two turned around to see Hikaru on his knees, laughing hysterically as he pointed at that two.
5. I hate it when you flirt with other guys.
Batting his eyelashes, Hikaru smiled sweetly at Inoo til the other chuckled, giving in and handing Hikaru a piece of pocky, “There you go, now quit bothering me.”
“I just can’t help myself,” Hikaru swooned, sprawling across Inoo’s lap, “You’re just so pretty Inoo-chan!”
“Keito,” Yamada whispered into his ear, poking him, “You just broke your pencil.”
Tearing his glare away from Hikaru, Keito saw that he had indeed break his pencil, right in half. Throwing the pieces to the floor, Keito got up and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
“I bet he was imagining the pencil was Inoo’s neck,” Ryutaro commented, but Yamada shook his head as he answered, “Nah, definitely Hikaru’s neck.”
+1. I love it when you tell me you love me too.
Snuggling into his cozy bed, Keito was almost asleep when he heard a quiet tap tap coming from his window. Groaning, he stumbled out of bed and to the window, where he saw Hikaru standing outside with a big smile.
Opening the window for Hikaru to enter, Keito walked back over to his bed and crawled under the covers, closing his tired eyes. Hikaru closed the window and a few seconds later he was curled up against Keito, kissing his bare shoulders as he asked, “Are you angry at me?”
“I hate you,” Keito mumbled sleepily, “You let Akanishi-kun tell you lame English pick-up lines, you bother me when I try to study, you always steal my food, you pull annoying pranks on me and you flirt with other people, namely Inoo-chan. I hate you.”
“No you don’t,” Hikaru replied, “You love my lame pick up lines because each time I use a new one, I learn a little more English, which brings me a little closer to you and a part of your life. You love it when I bother you, by kissing and cuddling and sleeping on you, because it allows you to take a break,” Hikaru paused as Keito rolled over, his eyebrows furrowed, “You love it when I steal your food, otherwise you’d worry all day whether or not I was eating enough. You love it when I pull pranks on you, because you love it when I laugh and we both know I laugh the best after a good prank,” Hikaru kissed Keito’s nose, giggling softly, “And okay, there’s nothing to love about me flirting with other people, but I swear I mean nothing by it. I’m just a natural flirt, can’t be helped.”
“I suppose you’re right,” Keito chuckled, snuggling further into Hikaru’s arms, and he smiled happily when he heard Hikaru’s quiet, “I love you too.”