Did You Heard About the Teshigawara’s? [Hikaru's POV]
Title: Did You Heard About the Teshigawara’s? [Hikaru's POV]
Rating: G
Notes: in Hikaru's POV. AU. All member lives under the same house in the name of Teshigawara
A/N: Nothing special about this fanfic, really. Just the usual, boring daily life of normal family. So go to the others LJ if you like romance or angst better.
Summary:
As I see Keito’s back entering the building, I start up my engine and head to hospital. Today I will have my first lesson in surgery, I’m so excited.
When I was child, I really hated hospital. Every time we came here, it was because of Ryousuke. He would be on Dad’s embrace with Mom cried on his side, quickened their steps. I was behind them, holding my dear life on Ryousuke’s emergency bag because I’m so scared I would lose him. When the nurses took him to emergency unit, my hearts beat faster on all the worst possibilities. What if they couldn’t save him? What if I couldn’t meet him once again? What would our family without Ryousuke? But when one of nurses finally approached us and told us that Ryousuke was fine, we all sighed in relief. Most of the times, I would break in tears.
Ryousuke was born with weak immune system. He easily gets sick. Doctor used to say he would be stronger as he’s older since his body will build up the immune. He’s now eighteen, but I don’t see his immune system gets stronger anytime.
“Good morning,” the shouts of my co-worker when I entered the residences’ room.
“Morning, y’all,” I replied them with my usual cheers.
There’re four residences on this department this year, me, Yamashita Shoon, Tegoshi Yuuya and Kojima Haruna. Only Tegoshi Yuuya, the blonde haired one, who came from another university. Me, Shoon and Kojima-san are all from same year and same university. I remember last semester three of us were on same class of this certain subject.
While I’m checking on the patient data, our mentor, Koyama Keiichiro-senpai slams the door opens and yells in high spirit, “Ready for your first surgery lesson, kids?!”
We all shout ‘Aye, Sir!’ harmoniously. Koyama-senpai quickly tells us to open patient data and explain the procedure we will run today. He also re-tells us about (for the hundredth times) the procedure in operation room, the dos and don’ts even to small details as how to clean our hand before operation.
**
The clock strikes exactly at 12.30 when Koyama-senpai puts down the scissors down and mutters things to nurse in charge to keep an eye of the patient condition. He gives us smile and asks us how the operation was. It was okay actually, since it’s only small operation with zero failure rate so no pressure indeed.
After clean up, we’re all hungry so we decide to grab something on cafeteria. I told Tegoshi and Haruna to go to cafeteria first since I need to use toilet, Shoon too.
Once Shoon locks his cubicle, I quickly dial Ryousuke’s number. Not taken more than 3 dial tone Ryousuke picks it up, his voice is a little bit weak than this morning.
“Are you okay?” shoots me immediately, maybe it startles him since he answers with stutters on his tongue.
“It’s okay, Nii-chan. I feel dizzy just now but Yuuri took me to nurse and Yuuto brought me lunch. I will feel better once I sleep for a bit,” he answers.
I bit my own lips, I know he’s lying, “Fine. But once you feel sick, call me okay? I’ll pick you up.”
Ryousuke promises me he will, after make sure Ryousuke has taken his medicine I cut off the connection.
“Brother complex,” mocks Shoon once he washes his hand. I only tuck my tongue on him. Later we join Tegoshi and Haruna on cafeteria table, discussing about our first operation. I try to focus, really but somewhere in the back of my mind I can’t stop worrying about Ryousuke.
Fifteen minutes later and my brain can’t stop worrying over Ryousuke, so I excuse them for a second to make call.
This time I don’t call Ryousuke, I call Yuuri instead. At tenth rings a lazy voice answers, “Ryousuke just ate and took his pills, he’s sleeping now and yes, I’m beside him and I won’t leave him until he’s awake. Anything else you need?”
I sigh in relief, “Thank you, Yuuri. Oh, by the way--” And immediately the line was cut off.
I was about to tell him to not forget his lunch, though.
**
After dropped Haruna off in her apartment (Her apartment is just near shopping district so I just sometimes drop her off, pick her up, go shopping or eat with her after job. Seriously, nothing happens between us!) I turn my wheel to this certain homemade ice cream shop in the same shopping district as Yuuya’s flower shop, Hirari’s Flower Shop. Of course, I plan to drop by Yuuya’s shop too.
The shop hasn’t change at all since Teshigawara-mama’s departure. It has same vibe as our house, country style, with a lot of vintage and zakka decoration and a little touch of pastel color there and there. It has flower bed in front of the shop and its flower changes according to season. Truth to be told, it was too girly for a shop that runs by men, but Yuuya said he would keep it this way for a while. He said it matched with the flower’s image.
The old bell clinks when I open the door. I can hear Yuuya’s “Welcome!” from behind the wooden rack separator between front side of shop and flower studio, “Please wait a minute!”
Rather than waiting him, I make my way to studio. Apparently Yuuya’s hand is full, he is making flower board. He wears that ridiculous polkadot apron, “Yo, Yuuyan~”
“Oh, Hikaru-kun,” Yuuya somehow looks... unwelcome me “What are you doing here?”
“Visiting you of course! Why you don’t look that happy anyway?” I say as I carefully making my way to see Yuuya’s work, tell you the mess is everywhere, “Order?”
“Yep, for baby shower,” Yuuya says, “What do you think?”
I put my hand under my chin and start to examine his work, “The color balance is quite good but the composition of flower is not quite attractive, you have to add more pink fur and black glitters. Add more bacon and sausages and you’re done! Masterpiece.”
Yuuya chuckles as he hears my non-sense comment. Oh come on, I have no interest in flowery-stuff things why he asked my opinion anyway?
“Actually you just could say ‘Awesome’ or ‘Cute’,” says him.
I shrug, “It’s too cute for my liking. Well, if that helps.”
Yuuya throws me with his rag, in return I slap his face with it. I throw some pointless conversation to Yuuya. He says Junta (his assistant) and Miyachika (new part timer) went to deliver flower so it leave him alone. And he tells me he needs to finish that baby shower board soon so he might come home late.
Ten minutes later Junta and Miyachika (I suppose he’s Miyachika since he wears shop’s apron and tails Junta) already comeback from delivery. Junta and Yuuya are best-friend-forever since high school and he often had dinner with us at that time. After having a little chat with Junta I take my leave since I have to buy ice cream for Yuuri.
The bell clinks once again when I close the door.
I wonder what is today’s dinner~
Rating: G
Notes: in Hikaru's POV. AU. All member lives under the same house in the name of Teshigawara
A/N: Nothing special about this fanfic, really. Just the usual, boring daily life of normal family. So go to the others LJ if you like romance or angst better.
Summary:
As I see Keito’s back entering the building, I start up my engine and head to hospital. Today I will have my first lesson in surgery, I’m so excited.
When I was child, I really hated hospital. Every time we came here, it was because of Ryousuke. He would be on Dad’s embrace with Mom cried on his side, quickened their steps. I was behind them, holding my dear life on Ryousuke’s emergency bag because I’m so scared I would lose him. When the nurses took him to emergency unit, my hearts beat faster on all the worst possibilities. What if they couldn’t save him? What if I couldn’t meet him once again? What would our family without Ryousuke? But when one of nurses finally approached us and told us that Ryousuke was fine, we all sighed in relief. Most of the times, I would break in tears.
Ryousuke was born with weak immune system. He easily gets sick. Doctor used to say he would be stronger as he’s older since his body will build up the immune. He’s now eighteen, but I don’t see his immune system gets stronger anytime.
“Good morning,” the shouts of my co-worker when I entered the residences’ room.
“Morning, y’all,” I replied them with my usual cheers.
There’re four residences on this department this year, me, Yamashita Shoon, Tegoshi Yuuya and Kojima Haruna. Only Tegoshi Yuuya, the blonde haired one, who came from another university. Me, Shoon and Kojima-san are all from same year and same university. I remember last semester three of us were on same class of this certain subject.
While I’m checking on the patient data, our mentor, Koyama Keiichiro-senpai slams the door opens and yells in high spirit, “Ready for your first surgery lesson, kids?!”
We all shout ‘Aye, Sir!’ harmoniously. Koyama-senpai quickly tells us to open patient data and explain the procedure we will run today. He also re-tells us about (for the hundredth times) the procedure in operation room, the dos and don’ts even to small details as how to clean our hand before operation.
**
The clock strikes exactly at 12.30 when Koyama-senpai puts down the scissors down and mutters things to nurse in charge to keep an eye of the patient condition. He gives us smile and asks us how the operation was. It was okay actually, since it’s only small operation with zero failure rate so no pressure indeed.
After clean up, we’re all hungry so we decide to grab something on cafeteria. I told Tegoshi and Haruna to go to cafeteria first since I need to use toilet, Shoon too.
Once Shoon locks his cubicle, I quickly dial Ryousuke’s number. Not taken more than 3 dial tone Ryousuke picks it up, his voice is a little bit weak than this morning.
“Are you okay?” shoots me immediately, maybe it startles him since he answers with stutters on his tongue.
“It’s okay, Nii-chan. I feel dizzy just now but Yuuri took me to nurse and Yuuto brought me lunch. I will feel better once I sleep for a bit,” he answers.
I bit my own lips, I know he’s lying, “Fine. But once you feel sick, call me okay? I’ll pick you up.”
Ryousuke promises me he will, after make sure Ryousuke has taken his medicine I cut off the connection.
“Brother complex,” mocks Shoon once he washes his hand. I only tuck my tongue on him. Later we join Tegoshi and Haruna on cafeteria table, discussing about our first operation. I try to focus, really but somewhere in the back of my mind I can’t stop worrying about Ryousuke.
Fifteen minutes later and my brain can’t stop worrying over Ryousuke, so I excuse them for a second to make call.
This time I don’t call Ryousuke, I call Yuuri instead. At tenth rings a lazy voice answers, “Ryousuke just ate and took his pills, he’s sleeping now and yes, I’m beside him and I won’t leave him until he’s awake. Anything else you need?”
I sigh in relief, “Thank you, Yuuri. Oh, by the way--” And immediately the line was cut off.
I was about to tell him to not forget his lunch, though.
**
After dropped Haruna off in her apartment (Her apartment is just near shopping district so I just sometimes drop her off, pick her up, go shopping or eat with her after job. Seriously, nothing happens between us!) I turn my wheel to this certain homemade ice cream shop in the same shopping district as Yuuya’s flower shop, Hirari’s Flower Shop. Of course, I plan to drop by Yuuya’s shop too.
The shop hasn’t change at all since Teshigawara-mama’s departure. It has same vibe as our house, country style, with a lot of vintage and zakka decoration and a little touch of pastel color there and there. It has flower bed in front of the shop and its flower changes according to season. Truth to be told, it was too girly for a shop that runs by men, but Yuuya said he would keep it this way for a while. He said it matched with the flower’s image.
The old bell clinks when I open the door. I can hear Yuuya’s “Welcome!” from behind the wooden rack separator between front side of shop and flower studio, “Please wait a minute!”
Rather than waiting him, I make my way to studio. Apparently Yuuya’s hand is full, he is making flower board. He wears that ridiculous polkadot apron, “Yo, Yuuyan~”
“Oh, Hikaru-kun,” Yuuya somehow looks... unwelcome me “What are you doing here?”
“Visiting you of course! Why you don’t look that happy anyway?” I say as I carefully making my way to see Yuuya’s work, tell you the mess is everywhere, “Order?”
“Yep, for baby shower,” Yuuya says, “What do you think?”
I put my hand under my chin and start to examine his work, “The color balance is quite good but the composition of flower is not quite attractive, you have to add more pink fur and black glitters. Add more bacon and sausages and you’re done! Masterpiece.”
Yuuya chuckles as he hears my non-sense comment. Oh come on, I have no interest in flowery-stuff things why he asked my opinion anyway?
“Actually you just could say ‘Awesome’ or ‘Cute’,” says him.
I shrug, “It’s too cute for my liking. Well, if that helps.”
Yuuya throws me with his rag, in return I slap his face with it. I throw some pointless conversation to Yuuya. He says Junta (his assistant) and Miyachika (new part timer) went to deliver flower so it leave him alone. And he tells me he needs to finish that baby shower board soon so he might come home late.
Ten minutes later Junta and Miyachika (I suppose he’s Miyachika since he wears shop’s apron and tails Junta) already comeback from delivery. Junta and Yuuya are best-friend-forever since high school and he often had dinner with us at that time. After having a little chat with Junta I take my leave since I have to buy ice cream for Yuuri.
The bell clinks once again when I close the door.
I wonder what is today’s dinner~