Weekly Drabble Dump #1
I tried to write one drabble a day this week, but it failed since I didn't write one today lol. Oh well ): But here's the batch for this week! All but one are Ohgojima, and the one that isn’t could really just be any guy/any girl. Most of them are also inspired themes from those prompt challenge communities haha, for inspiration.
If you can, please mention which one was your favorite :D Enjoy!
asleep on the couch- for boycottbananas
“Geez, I can’t believe this idiot fell asleep,” Suzuka mumbled in an oddly affectionate manner, shaking her head as she looked on at the sleeping figure on the couch. It wasn’t even the fact that Yuto had fallen asleep that amused her the most- just the fact that he, of all people, had fallen asleep during a horror movie. In which he spent the first hour whimpering and clinging to her, and then had somehow dozed off during the last forty-five minutes. In her lap. Suzuka shook her head some more. “Ba-ka.”
Having lost all feeling in her legs not too long ago, Suzuka made to move his head gently so she could stand up and walk around, and maybe wake him up and kick him out so he could go sleep in his own home and his own bed. Before she could push him off, though, he shifted on his own, closer to her, and his arms slowly curled around her waist, making Suzuka go stone-still as one word fell as a sigh from his lips: “Suzuka…”
Suzuka’s heart squeezed in a funny way, and for a moment she forgot how to breathe. Finally she took a breath, sighed, and smiled. “What am I going to do with you…” Her fingers brushed back his hair, looking on him almost adoringly, and she figured ten more minutes wouldn’t hurt.
my happy ending
Like any other little girl Suzuka used to dream about her perfect fairy tale, complete with a perfect knight-in-shining armor and a picture perfect wedding.
She’s older now, and knows that a knight is a bit too far out of her reach, but she still has her standards. She dreams about a handsome man, a mature and cool gentleman with a good job who likes children and doesn’t mind sitting through a girly movie if it’s for his girlfriend. He can probably cook, won’t mind cleaning, and doesn’t drink too often with his buddies. Her dream man is one that all girls would want, but he’d know how to make sure she knew she was the only one for him. That’s the kind of guy Suzuka wants, the one that is at the end of the aisle in her dream weddings.
But that’s not who she gets.
Yuto is hardly ready to be a knight, and he’s not exactly the romantic gentleman they have in all the dramas. Yuto trips over his own feet during gym, and has the tendency to knock things off desks and spill his drink during lunch. Yuto is a bit of a coward and cries during scary movies, and he’s just clueless enough to make anyone want to rip their hair out. But he is also sweet and thoughtful, and can always make anyone at any time smile and laugh. He’s as dependable as he can be, tries his best, and really, there is no one in Japan who doesn’t like Yuto.
Boys like Yuto don’t fit into her picture perfect fantasy life, but she figures that fairy tales are overrated, anyway. And when he smiles at her and kisses her so softly she knows that it doesn’t take a dream coming true to make for a happy ending.
I would go anywhere to get to you, so why is it that all you have to do is smile to get to me?-Part One, AU
Getting dumped sucked, and now Suzuka knew this from firsthand experience.
Sitting at a park bench, scuffing her shoes at the ground and holding an empty cup of cocoa in one hand, she thought she was doing rather well with the whole coping part of breaking up. She hadn’t cried yet, which was a miracle, because it had only been an hour since she had seen her now ex-boyfriend and crying seemed like a really good idea right now. But there was nowhere to cry and no one to cry to- her parents wouldn’t be bothered by it, her friends would try to cheer her up and ultimately fail, and, oh yeah, she didn’t have a boyfriend to comfort her anymore. And she hadn’t started to wallow yet. All she did was sit there and stare at the leafless trees and sighed, trying not to think about it. It was all she could do.
And then the dog barked.
She looked down and tilted her head. “Oh.” And indeed, there was a dog there- a cute, tiny little thing, who tilted its head right back at her and barked again. Suzuka blinked and looked up, but there was no potential owner in sight. The dog barked again, two more times, until Suzuka finally gave in and reached down to pick it up, setting it in her lap. “Hey there. Where’s your owner?” The dog wagged its tail and licked her chin, and for the first time in an hour Suzuka cracked a smile.
“Ah, I knew it!”
When Suzuka looked up again, a boy with the longest legs imaginable and the cutest smile was standing in front of her. “O-oh, I’m sorry, is this your dog? He-”
“See, Tamu,” the boy interrupted, sitting down next to her and petting the dog on its head. The dog (Tamu?) barked and squirmed out of her arms and into his lap, giving him a very enthusiastic tongue bath. The boy laughed. “I knew you could get her to smile!”
Suzuka was a little shocked, and wasn’t sure if she should be pissed or not. “Excuse me?”
“Ah, well, I saw you sitting here and you looked really sad. So I bet Tamu-chan that he could make you smile again.”
“Why?”
“Umm, why…” The boy looked down at his dog thoughtfully for a few seconds, before smiling such a pretty smile that Suzuka couldn’t help but stare. “Ah… because I thought to myself, it’s a shame that she’s sad, because she probably has a pretty smile, and now it’s getting hidden. And I was right.” He turned his body towards her and looked up, their eyes meeting and locking. “It’s sad when pretty girls get hurt, because then they can’t share their smiles. It makes me think, whoever hurt her must have been a real jerk.”
Suzuka could only stare, trying to ignore her burning eyes and keep the tears from falling out. Which sucked, because she had tried so hard not to cry and now here this boy was, with his smile and sweet words (really, what teenage boy talked like that anymore?) that made her want to bawl and demand him for a hug. It was the least he could do, after all of this. “Baka,” she muttered as she turned away, staring at her lap until her vision became blurred with tears. “What do you know. You say something like that like it can make it better, but if it was true and I am pretty then why…” She trailed off and held back a sob, unwilling to talk to this nosey, sweet boy.
The boy didn’t try to comfort her or even move, and if it wasn’t for the fact she could feel his leg almost touching hers she’d think he was gone. Until he suddenly said, “You should tell Tamu what’s wrong. He’s a good listener.”
Before she could stop him he was setting the dog into her lap. Idiot, like a dog could make things better, she wanted to say, but it was pushed back loud sob that finally escaped her as she looked into the dogs large brown eyes, looking at her with such a patient and sweet expression that she soon found herself hugging him and crying into his fur, unable to stop or even let up on it. It was messy and probably not pretty so she buried her face against the dog so the cute boy next to her couldn’t see, feeling miserable and sad and lonely and wishing she could have had those sweet words said to her instead of “I want to break up.” Almost wishing that this boy, with his cute dog and sweet smile, would hold and comfort her instead, and make her feel wanted.
It felt like ages before she was able to calm down and stop her tears, rubbing embarrassingly at her eyes and praying they were as red and gross looking as she thought they were. She snuck a glance at the boy sitting next to her, half surprised to find him still there. He was leaning back in the bench and looking straight ahead, the expression on his face quite solemn. “Sorry,” she mumbled meekly, loosening her hold on the dog (and feeling pleasantly surprised when the dog didn’t move immediately, and instead stayed in her lap and began to lick her tear stained cheeks). “I didn’t mean to-”
“It’s okay!” the boy interrupted hurriedly, looking towards her quickly and smiling gently. “You shouldn’t ever apologize for something like that!” Suzuka looked down again, embarrassed, and nearly jumped in surprise when he suddenly thrusted a handkerchief at her. She reluctantly took it and dabbed at her eyes. “Hm, but if you really feel bad, there’s one way you can make it up to me!”
She looked at him, sniffling again. “How?”
The boy smiled his already bright and familiar smile. “Just make sure you’re smiling the next time we meet! I meant it when I said you have a really pretty smile.”
smile for me- Part Two, AU
Suzuka meets the boy from the park many times after that.
Their meetings are random- she can never tell when he’ll be there or when he won’t, and it gets annoying after a while because she suddenly finds herself wanting him to be there every day, and she finds herself waiting for him every day. She sits at the same bench where he found her the first time and pretends to listen to her music or read a book or some other trivial little task, because it would be too embarrassing to admit that she’s waiting for someone who might not show. And she doesn’t have to look for him, anyway- his laughter can be heard from across the park, and the sharp little barks from his dog are there to demand that she look up to greet them.
It takes a while before their meetings become more regular- soon he is coming to the park every day, sometimes with Tamu, sometimes without, spending hours to chat and hang out. The hours go by so fast that she has trouble remembering what they talk about, but she treasures each moment more than she will ever admit. But it takes her even longer to realize how little she knows about him, how out of all of their conversations, she still doesn’t know the name of his friends, if he has any siblings, where he goes to school or where he works.
Or who gave him the ring on his finger. It seems too pretty to have been bought by himself, and the look in his eyes that she catches when he sometimes glances at it is far too deep for a simple little trinket.
She wants to know the story of that ring. Who gave it to him, why, when, how, what did his smile look like when he first slipped it on, how long it’s been there, hugging his finger like a familiar lover, gleaming with the brightness of jewelry taken well care of. Is she still around, the girl who gave it to him? Suzuka bites the inside of her cheek and feels terrible when she hopes that the answer is no. A girlfriend would certainly explain why he is so wonderful, though- all the good ones get taken quickly.
It’s just starting to warm up and more and more couples are starting to blossom everywhere (really, what is it about spring time that awakens new love? It sickens and saddens her, and fills her with too much hope) when she finally has to ask, for the sake of her own slowly mending heart. “Yuto-kun, who gave you your ring? You wear it all the time, and you seem to really love it, so…”
As soon as the words leave her lips she knows it was the wrong thing to ask. She had never, ever expected to see a sad Yuto, not when smiles and laughter were on his face so often, and it’s such a heart aching sight that her own eyes fill with tears when he looks down at the ground meekly. But before she can say ‘never mind, it doesn’t matter!’ his lips are moving, so soft she almost can’t hear it.
“My ex-girlfriend,” he says, almost too calmly. “For our anniversary. One year, we had been together… and then a week later, I found out she cheated on me.” He laughs, and empty sound and puts his head in his hands, fingers running through the hair she wanted to touch so many times before. “But I was expecting it. I heard her telling her best friend she likes the handsome, cool type. Which is not me, right? I mean, I’m glad I was good at making her laugh, but…”
Oh baby boy, if only you knew. If only she knew, whatever little bitch did this to him and made him so hurt and sad. Suzuka suddenly understood why he came up to her that day to make her smile, and knew for sure every word he had said had been true. And, she swore, she knew she had to make sure he never frowned again.
His eyes show his surprise when her hands, so small and delicate compared to everything about him, pressed to his cheeks and her face was suddenly only inches away from his, tears in her eyes and a smile on her lips. “S-suzuka-san?”
She doesn’t know how to respond or what to say or even why she’s doing this, but her heart, luckily, seems to know and takes control. “Smile for me, please,” she says, begging softly, soft lips against soft lips as hers coaxed his into relaxing, into responding and kissing back. “Smile for me, only me. You’re too amazing to hide your smile.”
singing voice
Whenever she hears a song by Hey! Say! JUMP, Suzuka puts on her headphones and listens very closely to it, almost too close to be able to enjoy it properly. Because even though she, more or less, likes the whole band, there’s one voice she’s listening for, and his one or two solo lines make her heart skip a few beats.
So, for her birthday, ignoring the complete embarrassment he feels over it, Yuto records himself singing some of her favorite songs. It’s worth it when she suddenly begins to cry and curls herself in his arms, and she promises to listen to it every night before she sleeps.
while in the shower- shortest little smut piece ever
The water in the shower is hot enough to make it hard to breathe, hot enough to scald and turn cheeks red and steam the mirror just outside of the basin up. But Yuto’s hands are hotter, and when they run down her wet body she has to fight for every breath that threatens to be stolen by his long fingers. “Dame,” she whispers, a whimper, a plead that asks for the exact opposite of what she really wants. Either way, he doesn’t stop- his fingers never stop, they’re so torturous and much too talented, too much for her to handle. Her heart pounds in her chest and she’s afraid she might pass out, but his arm is always around her, his lips against her ear and words so sweet they melt her and make her come undone.
begging- no specific pairing
Look at me. It’s the plead she repeats every day, ringing in her head like a broken hearted mantra as she looks at him shyly from the back of the room, or across the yard, or out on the track. Look at me, please. Only me, don’t look at anyone else.
But his gaze is never for her- his gaze lands everywhere else, and each time hurts more than the last, and she begins to hate to wonder will it ever be just me?
private stash- warning for mentions of hentai manga
Suzuka felt really, really bad. Really, she did. But apparently not bad enough to guilt her out of what she was currently doing; that is, snooping through her boyfriends room. They had been dating for a couple of weeks now, but he hadn’t brought her to his house before, and Suzuka was kinda eager to see where he lived and possibly find out some secrets he didn’t want her to know. Not that she thought there was something bad and dangerous hiding (come on, it was Yuto. How bad could it get?), but there must be something he was hiding from her.
Taking advantage of her moment of aloneness in his room while he prepared food for the two of them, Suzuka worked quickly, going through all the obvious hiding spots. The closet only revealed a few very loved stuffed animals, which she took out to put on his bed- it wouldn’t do to hide them just because she was there! There was nothing in his desk, and nothing weird in the bookcase. Suzuka pouted, getting on her hands and knees. Surely there must be something…
“Ah!” Suzuka grinned as she pulled the box out from beneath the bed, opening it eagerly to look inside. Her smile turned rather evil.
“Suzuka-chan, I got some cookies and- what are you reading?” Poor Yuto looked absolutely horrified and nearly dropped the tray in his hands when he walked through the door of his bedroom and saw Suzuka sitting on his bed, engrossed in a very familiar looking manga that she should NOT have found and should NOT be reading. “E-eh, don’t read that!” Making sure to set the tray down somewhere safe, Yuto sat next to her on the bed and tried to grab the manga from her hands, whining when she jumped up and out of the way and managed to doge him. “Suzuka!”
“Who knew that cute little Yuto reads this kind of stuff too~” she giggled as she jumped off the bed and began to run around the room in her attempt to get away from him, holding the manga as far away as she could. Yuto was taller than her, of course, but she could slid out from his grasp and dart off to the opposite end of the room, and soon they were running all over the place, giggling and laughing despite themselves. “What a pervert~ I wonder if-aah!”
Suzuka had jumped back onto the bed to get out of the way, but Yuto finally managed to get a hold of her and pull her down, making her land flat on the mattress with him looming over her. She pouted cutely up at him, manga thrown to the side. “Ne… it looks like you like the ones with big breasts,” she asked suddenly, the tease in her voice poorly hiding her insecurity as she snuck a glance down at her own rather flat chest.
Yuto frowned, trying to figure out why it mattered, and then blushed brightly when he followed her gaze downwards. “O-oh, no, it doesn’t matter to me! B-big ones look kinda weird anyway, right? Small is good!”
Ignoring the big wave of relief that washed through her, Suzuka giggled and nodded. “Un.”
They stayed like that for a few minutes before Yuto realized he was still more or less pinning her to the mattress, and with a start he sat up quickly and scrambled to the other side of the bed, blushing brightly. “Ah, w-why were you reading it, anyway?” he suddenly asked, mumbling in embarrassment and swearing he’d give them back to Hikaru tomorrow.
“Ah… I was curious, about what you liked,” she said, smiling in that cute manner she used whenever she was talking about something that was decidedly not cute and innocent. “So that I know what to do when we do it!”
Yuto choked. “S-suzuka!”
Giggling hysterically, Suzuka grabbed the manga again before Yuto could stop her and began to read it out loud, jumping off of the bed to begin their little game of chase again. “Oooh Yuto, ah! I feel so dizzy! Oooh you’re so hot, do me more!,” she cried exaggeratedly through her giggles, squealing as Yuto made grabs for her and missed. “Ah, it feels so good, you’re hitting my deepest parts!”
“S-SUZUKA!”
can't deny it
Whenever Suzuka sees him at his desk and school, and whenever she sees him on her television at home; whenever he smiles at Yamada, or Chinen, or any of their classmates, whenever he smiles at her; whenever his cheeks turn pink, and when he turns her cheeks pink; whenever he laughs so hard he starts to cry; whenever he cries and clings to her because the girl in the movie has scared him again; whenever she watches him play with his dog, whenever she watches him on his drums; whenever he gives her candy because she looks sad; whenever his eyes brighten up at the children on the playground; whenever they hold hands; whenever they hug; whenever she presses her ear to his chest and can hear his heart so clearly, beating so rapidly; whenever they kiss and it’s incredibly indescribable, whenever they touch and tangle together-
Whenever he whispers into her ear, words for only her to hear, Suzuka can’t deny how deeply in love she’s fallen with him, and how she never, ever wants to get back up.
you're good at what you do
“Ohgo-san! I saw you at our concert the other day!”
Suzuka nearly has a heart attack when Nakajima Yuto slips into the seat in front of her and turns around to face her, smiling in that goofy way that makes her heart do funny flip flops. She has to relearn how to breathe and stop gaping at him before she can finally splutter, “What are you talking about? I didn’t go to any concert! It must have been someone else!”
But Yuto just shakes his head stubbornly, actually pouting at her and aw, wasn’t that adorable. “No no, I know it was you! Even though you wore a cap and your eyes were covered, I recognized your smile! Ohgo-san has a very distinctive smile, so it was definitely you!”
Oh god, I’m glad I didn’t bring that uchiwa. Suzuka’s cheeks flame up and she bows her head until her hair is curtaining her face, flustered both by being caught and the compliment, though she isn’t sure if ‘distinctive’ is good or not. “… I didn’t think anyone would see me. It’s not like I had a great seat,” she says in a mumble. And then, so he doesn’t get the wrong idea that’s actually the completely right idea, she adds quickly, “I-I just went with a friend, you know! She had an extra ticket, and dint’ want to be alone, so-”
“I was happy to see you there!” Yuto cuts in, still smiling and looking cute and happy and just so typically him. “Aah, well, I guess you could say somehow it raised my energy, seeing you smile and wave the light stick around. It looked like you were having fun, so I was happy and wanted to try harder.”
His smile turns softer and gentler and she practically melts in her seat, too dazed to come up with another argument or even anything coherent. “Y-you’re welcome?”
Yuto laughs and stands up. “You’re cute, Ohgo-san. I hope you come to another one, and get better seats!”
Suzuka is still trying to get her brain to work properly when he begins to walk off, only snapping out of her moment of being love-struck when she realized she didn’t want him to walk off so soon. “A-ah, Nakajima-kun!” She freezes when he looks at her expectantly and scrambles for something to say. “Uh… you were really, really good on stage!” She almost blurted out that her eyes were on him the entire time but managed to clamp her mouth shut before it could come out.
The smile on Yuto’s face is always, always worth any embarrassment she has to go through, and it’s almost alarming to realize she’d be willing to do a lot to make him happy. “Thank you!”
If you can, please mention which one was your favorite :D Enjoy!
asleep on the couch- for boycottbananas
“Geez, I can’t believe this idiot fell asleep,” Suzuka mumbled in an oddly affectionate manner, shaking her head as she looked on at the sleeping figure on the couch. It wasn’t even the fact that Yuto had fallen asleep that amused her the most- just the fact that he, of all people, had fallen asleep during a horror movie. In which he spent the first hour whimpering and clinging to her, and then had somehow dozed off during the last forty-five minutes. In her lap. Suzuka shook her head some more. “Ba-ka.”
Having lost all feeling in her legs not too long ago, Suzuka made to move his head gently so she could stand up and walk around, and maybe wake him up and kick him out so he could go sleep in his own home and his own bed. Before she could push him off, though, he shifted on his own, closer to her, and his arms slowly curled around her waist, making Suzuka go stone-still as one word fell as a sigh from his lips: “Suzuka…”
Suzuka’s heart squeezed in a funny way, and for a moment she forgot how to breathe. Finally she took a breath, sighed, and smiled. “What am I going to do with you…” Her fingers brushed back his hair, looking on him almost adoringly, and she figured ten more minutes wouldn’t hurt.
my happy ending
Like any other little girl Suzuka used to dream about her perfect fairy tale, complete with a perfect knight-in-shining armor and a picture perfect wedding.
She’s older now, and knows that a knight is a bit too far out of her reach, but she still has her standards. She dreams about a handsome man, a mature and cool gentleman with a good job who likes children and doesn’t mind sitting through a girly movie if it’s for his girlfriend. He can probably cook, won’t mind cleaning, and doesn’t drink too often with his buddies. Her dream man is one that all girls would want, but he’d know how to make sure she knew she was the only one for him. That’s the kind of guy Suzuka wants, the one that is at the end of the aisle in her dream weddings.
But that’s not who she gets.
Yuto is hardly ready to be a knight, and he’s not exactly the romantic gentleman they have in all the dramas. Yuto trips over his own feet during gym, and has the tendency to knock things off desks and spill his drink during lunch. Yuto is a bit of a coward and cries during scary movies, and he’s just clueless enough to make anyone want to rip their hair out. But he is also sweet and thoughtful, and can always make anyone at any time smile and laugh. He’s as dependable as he can be, tries his best, and really, there is no one in Japan who doesn’t like Yuto.
Boys like Yuto don’t fit into her picture perfect fantasy life, but she figures that fairy tales are overrated, anyway. And when he smiles at her and kisses her so softly she knows that it doesn’t take a dream coming true to make for a happy ending.
I would go anywhere to get to you, so why is it that all you have to do is smile to get to me?-Part One, AU
Getting dumped sucked, and now Suzuka knew this from firsthand experience.
Sitting at a park bench, scuffing her shoes at the ground and holding an empty cup of cocoa in one hand, she thought she was doing rather well with the whole coping part of breaking up. She hadn’t cried yet, which was a miracle, because it had only been an hour since she had seen her now ex-boyfriend and crying seemed like a really good idea right now. But there was nowhere to cry and no one to cry to- her parents wouldn’t be bothered by it, her friends would try to cheer her up and ultimately fail, and, oh yeah, she didn’t have a boyfriend to comfort her anymore. And she hadn’t started to wallow yet. All she did was sit there and stare at the leafless trees and sighed, trying not to think about it. It was all she could do.
And then the dog barked.
She looked down and tilted her head. “Oh.” And indeed, there was a dog there- a cute, tiny little thing, who tilted its head right back at her and barked again. Suzuka blinked and looked up, but there was no potential owner in sight. The dog barked again, two more times, until Suzuka finally gave in and reached down to pick it up, setting it in her lap. “Hey there. Where’s your owner?” The dog wagged its tail and licked her chin, and for the first time in an hour Suzuka cracked a smile.
“Ah, I knew it!”
When Suzuka looked up again, a boy with the longest legs imaginable and the cutest smile was standing in front of her. “O-oh, I’m sorry, is this your dog? He-”
“See, Tamu,” the boy interrupted, sitting down next to her and petting the dog on its head. The dog (Tamu?) barked and squirmed out of her arms and into his lap, giving him a very enthusiastic tongue bath. The boy laughed. “I knew you could get her to smile!”
Suzuka was a little shocked, and wasn’t sure if she should be pissed or not. “Excuse me?”
“Ah, well, I saw you sitting here and you looked really sad. So I bet Tamu-chan that he could make you smile again.”
“Why?”
“Umm, why…” The boy looked down at his dog thoughtfully for a few seconds, before smiling such a pretty smile that Suzuka couldn’t help but stare. “Ah… because I thought to myself, it’s a shame that she’s sad, because she probably has a pretty smile, and now it’s getting hidden. And I was right.” He turned his body towards her and looked up, their eyes meeting and locking. “It’s sad when pretty girls get hurt, because then they can’t share their smiles. It makes me think, whoever hurt her must have been a real jerk.”
Suzuka could only stare, trying to ignore her burning eyes and keep the tears from falling out. Which sucked, because she had tried so hard not to cry and now here this boy was, with his smile and sweet words (really, what teenage boy talked like that anymore?) that made her want to bawl and demand him for a hug. It was the least he could do, after all of this. “Baka,” she muttered as she turned away, staring at her lap until her vision became blurred with tears. “What do you know. You say something like that like it can make it better, but if it was true and I am pretty then why…” She trailed off and held back a sob, unwilling to talk to this nosey, sweet boy.
The boy didn’t try to comfort her or even move, and if it wasn’t for the fact she could feel his leg almost touching hers she’d think he was gone. Until he suddenly said, “You should tell Tamu what’s wrong. He’s a good listener.”
Before she could stop him he was setting the dog into her lap. Idiot, like a dog could make things better, she wanted to say, but it was pushed back loud sob that finally escaped her as she looked into the dogs large brown eyes, looking at her with such a patient and sweet expression that she soon found herself hugging him and crying into his fur, unable to stop or even let up on it. It was messy and probably not pretty so she buried her face against the dog so the cute boy next to her couldn’t see, feeling miserable and sad and lonely and wishing she could have had those sweet words said to her instead of “I want to break up.” Almost wishing that this boy, with his cute dog and sweet smile, would hold and comfort her instead, and make her feel wanted.
It felt like ages before she was able to calm down and stop her tears, rubbing embarrassingly at her eyes and praying they were as red and gross looking as she thought they were. She snuck a glance at the boy sitting next to her, half surprised to find him still there. He was leaning back in the bench and looking straight ahead, the expression on his face quite solemn. “Sorry,” she mumbled meekly, loosening her hold on the dog (and feeling pleasantly surprised when the dog didn’t move immediately, and instead stayed in her lap and began to lick her tear stained cheeks). “I didn’t mean to-”
“It’s okay!” the boy interrupted hurriedly, looking towards her quickly and smiling gently. “You shouldn’t ever apologize for something like that!” Suzuka looked down again, embarrassed, and nearly jumped in surprise when he suddenly thrusted a handkerchief at her. She reluctantly took it and dabbed at her eyes. “Hm, but if you really feel bad, there’s one way you can make it up to me!”
She looked at him, sniffling again. “How?”
The boy smiled his already bright and familiar smile. “Just make sure you’re smiling the next time we meet! I meant it when I said you have a really pretty smile.”
smile for me- Part Two, AU
Suzuka meets the boy from the park many times after that.
Their meetings are random- she can never tell when he’ll be there or when he won’t, and it gets annoying after a while because she suddenly finds herself wanting him to be there every day, and she finds herself waiting for him every day. She sits at the same bench where he found her the first time and pretends to listen to her music or read a book or some other trivial little task, because it would be too embarrassing to admit that she’s waiting for someone who might not show. And she doesn’t have to look for him, anyway- his laughter can be heard from across the park, and the sharp little barks from his dog are there to demand that she look up to greet them.
It takes a while before their meetings become more regular- soon he is coming to the park every day, sometimes with Tamu, sometimes without, spending hours to chat and hang out. The hours go by so fast that she has trouble remembering what they talk about, but she treasures each moment more than she will ever admit. But it takes her even longer to realize how little she knows about him, how out of all of their conversations, she still doesn’t know the name of his friends, if he has any siblings, where he goes to school or where he works.
Or who gave him the ring on his finger. It seems too pretty to have been bought by himself, and the look in his eyes that she catches when he sometimes glances at it is far too deep for a simple little trinket.
She wants to know the story of that ring. Who gave it to him, why, when, how, what did his smile look like when he first slipped it on, how long it’s been there, hugging his finger like a familiar lover, gleaming with the brightness of jewelry taken well care of. Is she still around, the girl who gave it to him? Suzuka bites the inside of her cheek and feels terrible when she hopes that the answer is no. A girlfriend would certainly explain why he is so wonderful, though- all the good ones get taken quickly.
It’s just starting to warm up and more and more couples are starting to blossom everywhere (really, what is it about spring time that awakens new love? It sickens and saddens her, and fills her with too much hope) when she finally has to ask, for the sake of her own slowly mending heart. “Yuto-kun, who gave you your ring? You wear it all the time, and you seem to really love it, so…”
As soon as the words leave her lips she knows it was the wrong thing to ask. She had never, ever expected to see a sad Yuto, not when smiles and laughter were on his face so often, and it’s such a heart aching sight that her own eyes fill with tears when he looks down at the ground meekly. But before she can say ‘never mind, it doesn’t matter!’ his lips are moving, so soft she almost can’t hear it.
“My ex-girlfriend,” he says, almost too calmly. “For our anniversary. One year, we had been together… and then a week later, I found out she cheated on me.” He laughs, and empty sound and puts his head in his hands, fingers running through the hair she wanted to touch so many times before. “But I was expecting it. I heard her telling her best friend she likes the handsome, cool type. Which is not me, right? I mean, I’m glad I was good at making her laugh, but…”
Oh baby boy, if only you knew. If only she knew, whatever little bitch did this to him and made him so hurt and sad. Suzuka suddenly understood why he came up to her that day to make her smile, and knew for sure every word he had said had been true. And, she swore, she knew she had to make sure he never frowned again.
His eyes show his surprise when her hands, so small and delicate compared to everything about him, pressed to his cheeks and her face was suddenly only inches away from his, tears in her eyes and a smile on her lips. “S-suzuka-san?”
She doesn’t know how to respond or what to say or even why she’s doing this, but her heart, luckily, seems to know and takes control. “Smile for me, please,” she says, begging softly, soft lips against soft lips as hers coaxed his into relaxing, into responding and kissing back. “Smile for me, only me. You’re too amazing to hide your smile.”
singing voice
Whenever she hears a song by Hey! Say! JUMP, Suzuka puts on her headphones and listens very closely to it, almost too close to be able to enjoy it properly. Because even though she, more or less, likes the whole band, there’s one voice she’s listening for, and his one or two solo lines make her heart skip a few beats.
So, for her birthday, ignoring the complete embarrassment he feels over it, Yuto records himself singing some of her favorite songs. It’s worth it when she suddenly begins to cry and curls herself in his arms, and she promises to listen to it every night before she sleeps.
while in the shower- shortest little smut piece ever
The water in the shower is hot enough to make it hard to breathe, hot enough to scald and turn cheeks red and steam the mirror just outside of the basin up. But Yuto’s hands are hotter, and when they run down her wet body she has to fight for every breath that threatens to be stolen by his long fingers. “Dame,” she whispers, a whimper, a plead that asks for the exact opposite of what she really wants. Either way, he doesn’t stop- his fingers never stop, they’re so torturous and much too talented, too much for her to handle. Her heart pounds in her chest and she’s afraid she might pass out, but his arm is always around her, his lips against her ear and words so sweet they melt her and make her come undone.
begging- no specific pairing
Look at me. It’s the plead she repeats every day, ringing in her head like a broken hearted mantra as she looks at him shyly from the back of the room, or across the yard, or out on the track. Look at me, please. Only me, don’t look at anyone else.
But his gaze is never for her- his gaze lands everywhere else, and each time hurts more than the last, and she begins to hate to wonder will it ever be just me?
private stash- warning for mentions of hentai manga
Suzuka felt really, really bad. Really, she did. But apparently not bad enough to guilt her out of what she was currently doing; that is, snooping through her boyfriends room. They had been dating for a couple of weeks now, but he hadn’t brought her to his house before, and Suzuka was kinda eager to see where he lived and possibly find out some secrets he didn’t want her to know. Not that she thought there was something bad and dangerous hiding (come on, it was Yuto. How bad could it get?), but there must be something he was hiding from her.
Taking advantage of her moment of aloneness in his room while he prepared food for the two of them, Suzuka worked quickly, going through all the obvious hiding spots. The closet only revealed a few very loved stuffed animals, which she took out to put on his bed- it wouldn’t do to hide them just because she was there! There was nothing in his desk, and nothing weird in the bookcase. Suzuka pouted, getting on her hands and knees. Surely there must be something…
“Ah!” Suzuka grinned as she pulled the box out from beneath the bed, opening it eagerly to look inside. Her smile turned rather evil.
“Suzuka-chan, I got some cookies and- what are you reading?” Poor Yuto looked absolutely horrified and nearly dropped the tray in his hands when he walked through the door of his bedroom and saw Suzuka sitting on his bed, engrossed in a very familiar looking manga that she should NOT have found and should NOT be reading. “E-eh, don’t read that!” Making sure to set the tray down somewhere safe, Yuto sat next to her on the bed and tried to grab the manga from her hands, whining when she jumped up and out of the way and managed to doge him. “Suzuka!”
“Who knew that cute little Yuto reads this kind of stuff too~” she giggled as she jumped off the bed and began to run around the room in her attempt to get away from him, holding the manga as far away as she could. Yuto was taller than her, of course, but she could slid out from his grasp and dart off to the opposite end of the room, and soon they were running all over the place, giggling and laughing despite themselves. “What a pervert~ I wonder if-aah!”
Suzuka had jumped back onto the bed to get out of the way, but Yuto finally managed to get a hold of her and pull her down, making her land flat on the mattress with him looming over her. She pouted cutely up at him, manga thrown to the side. “Ne… it looks like you like the ones with big breasts,” she asked suddenly, the tease in her voice poorly hiding her insecurity as she snuck a glance down at her own rather flat chest.
Yuto frowned, trying to figure out why it mattered, and then blushed brightly when he followed her gaze downwards. “O-oh, no, it doesn’t matter to me! B-big ones look kinda weird anyway, right? Small is good!”
Ignoring the big wave of relief that washed through her, Suzuka giggled and nodded. “Un.”
They stayed like that for a few minutes before Yuto realized he was still more or less pinning her to the mattress, and with a start he sat up quickly and scrambled to the other side of the bed, blushing brightly. “Ah, w-why were you reading it, anyway?” he suddenly asked, mumbling in embarrassment and swearing he’d give them back to Hikaru tomorrow.
“Ah… I was curious, about what you liked,” she said, smiling in that cute manner she used whenever she was talking about something that was decidedly not cute and innocent. “So that I know what to do when we do it!”
Yuto choked. “S-suzuka!”
Giggling hysterically, Suzuka grabbed the manga again before Yuto could stop her and began to read it out loud, jumping off of the bed to begin their little game of chase again. “Oooh Yuto, ah! I feel so dizzy! Oooh you’re so hot, do me more!,” she cried exaggeratedly through her giggles, squealing as Yuto made grabs for her and missed. “Ah, it feels so good, you’re hitting my deepest parts!”
“S-SUZUKA!”
can't deny it
Whenever Suzuka sees him at his desk and school, and whenever she sees him on her television at home; whenever he smiles at Yamada, or Chinen, or any of their classmates, whenever he smiles at her; whenever his cheeks turn pink, and when he turns her cheeks pink; whenever he laughs so hard he starts to cry; whenever he cries and clings to her because the girl in the movie has scared him again; whenever she watches him play with his dog, whenever she watches him on his drums; whenever he gives her candy because she looks sad; whenever his eyes brighten up at the children on the playground; whenever they hold hands; whenever they hug; whenever she presses her ear to his chest and can hear his heart so clearly, beating so rapidly; whenever they kiss and it’s incredibly indescribable, whenever they touch and tangle together-
Whenever he whispers into her ear, words for only her to hear, Suzuka can’t deny how deeply in love she’s fallen with him, and how she never, ever wants to get back up.
you're good at what you do
“Ohgo-san! I saw you at our concert the other day!”
Suzuka nearly has a heart attack when Nakajima Yuto slips into the seat in front of her and turns around to face her, smiling in that goofy way that makes her heart do funny flip flops. She has to relearn how to breathe and stop gaping at him before she can finally splutter, “What are you talking about? I didn’t go to any concert! It must have been someone else!”
But Yuto just shakes his head stubbornly, actually pouting at her and aw, wasn’t that adorable. “No no, I know it was you! Even though you wore a cap and your eyes were covered, I recognized your smile! Ohgo-san has a very distinctive smile, so it was definitely you!”
Oh god, I’m glad I didn’t bring that uchiwa. Suzuka’s cheeks flame up and she bows her head until her hair is curtaining her face, flustered both by being caught and the compliment, though she isn’t sure if ‘distinctive’ is good or not. “… I didn’t think anyone would see me. It’s not like I had a great seat,” she says in a mumble. And then, so he doesn’t get the wrong idea that’s actually the completely right idea, she adds quickly, “I-I just went with a friend, you know! She had an extra ticket, and dint’ want to be alone, so-”
“I was happy to see you there!” Yuto cuts in, still smiling and looking cute and happy and just so typically him. “Aah, well, I guess you could say somehow it raised my energy, seeing you smile and wave the light stick around. It looked like you were having fun, so I was happy and wanted to try harder.”
His smile turns softer and gentler and she practically melts in her seat, too dazed to come up with another argument or even anything coherent. “Y-you’re welcome?”
Yuto laughs and stands up. “You’re cute, Ohgo-san. I hope you come to another one, and get better seats!”
Suzuka is still trying to get her brain to work properly when he begins to walk off, only snapping out of her moment of being love-struck when she realized she didn’t want him to walk off so soon. “A-ah, Nakajima-kun!” She freezes when he looks at her expectantly and scrambles for something to say. “Uh… you were really, really good on stage!” She almost blurted out that her eyes were on him the entire time but managed to clamp her mouth shut before it could come out.
The smile on Yuto’s face is always, always worth any embarrassment she has to go through, and it’s almost alarming to realize she’d be willing to do a lot to make him happy. “Thank you!”