I will live through everything.
...Until I die, anyway. >_>;
*chases away morbid thoughts with a big stick*
AIIIYAAAAH!!! I will not be all depressed and moody!!
... Let me share somethind before ranting.
Aiba 076: Secrets
When the first things Hiroki sees when he gets home is Shirota in the kitchen, cooking dinner for the both of them, the stab of guilt is strong enough to warrant a "Tadaima" kiss, and a smile while he asks how his day went.
Later on, Hiroki wonders What The Hell, as Shirota prepares the both of them hot chocolate, squeezes onto the couch, and asks him If Everything Is Alright.
Aiba 077: Betrayal
When Shirota is recording his Best Actor's Series CD, Hiroki finds himself increasingly in Kazuki's company. It is only when Shirota gives him a call that he realizes that Kazuki's supposed to be in the studio with him.
"Ano... I'm outside. I guess Ill pick up some cold medicine and drp by his apartment." he mumbles, watching Kazuki come back with two ice cream cones.
Aiba 078: Discovery
The phone conversation had been weird enough. Shirota'd listened to Hiroki mention that he'd bring medicine incredulously,. It was more likely that he would call Kazuki and shout at him for being stupid, careless and an inconvenience for others, more like. (And then proceed to mother him to death.)
When he recieved a kiss and a question about his day, he took a good look at the smiling Hiroki (and Wished for a camera) and whisked him off for A Talk.
Aiba 079: Confession
Shirota's smirk battled fiercely against his self-control, losing valiantly by a hair's breadth. Shirota cleared his throat, and watched Hiroki squirm.
If there was anythign cuter that a flustered, blushing Hiroki, it was teh squirming one. (Only topped by the smiling, scheming one.)
"...Ireallydidn'tknowthathewassupposedtoberecordingwithyou!"
The smirk got up to fight again.
Aiba 080: Redemption
"Ah."
Hiroki watched Shirota's cheek twitch, and his grip on his mug tightened. The other man didn't seem happy at all; this was the longest he'd seen the other with such a serious expression on his face (besides when he was acting).
Shirota, on the other hand, was thoroughly enjoying the view. Hiroki was nervous, his eyes never meeting Shirota's, and he was oddly quiet and meek.
In a bout of mercy, Shirota let the smirk win, and plucked the abused mug out of the tight grip, before it could crack, and proceeded to trap the smaller frame against the couch.
Hiroki gulped at that... that... smirk, and resigned himself to turtlenecks and long sleeves the next week or so.
^______^
...I really find this very therapeutic. That has to be strange. >_____>;;;; Is fic-writing supposed to be so relaxing? It's good though, I guess, if it makes people smile. (@$%(*@& I sound like those cheesy shoujo manga airheads.)
I am quite angry with Clarence and his stupid insensitivity.
Makimaki, you have way too much patience with him.
*chases away morbid thoughts with a big stick*
AIIIYAAAAH!!! I will not be all depressed and moody!!
... Let me share somethind before ranting.
Aiba 076: Secrets
When the first things Hiroki sees when he gets home is Shirota in the kitchen, cooking dinner for the both of them, the stab of guilt is strong enough to warrant a "Tadaima" kiss, and a smile while he asks how his day went.
Later on, Hiroki wonders What The Hell, as Shirota prepares the both of them hot chocolate, squeezes onto the couch, and asks him If Everything Is Alright.
Aiba 077: Betrayal
When Shirota is recording his Best Actor's Series CD, Hiroki finds himself increasingly in Kazuki's company. It is only when Shirota gives him a call that he realizes that Kazuki's supposed to be in the studio with him.
"Ano... I'm outside. I guess Ill pick up some cold medicine and drp by his apartment." he mumbles, watching Kazuki come back with two ice cream cones.
Aiba 078: Discovery
The phone conversation had been weird enough. Shirota'd listened to Hiroki mention that he'd bring medicine incredulously,. It was more likely that he would call Kazuki and shout at him for being stupid, careless and an inconvenience for others, more like. (And then proceed to mother him to death.)
When he recieved a kiss and a question about his day, he took a good look at the smiling Hiroki (and Wished for a camera) and whisked him off for A Talk.
Aiba 079: Confession
Shirota's smirk battled fiercely against his self-control, losing valiantly by a hair's breadth. Shirota cleared his throat, and watched Hiroki squirm.
If there was anythign cuter that a flustered, blushing Hiroki, it was teh squirming one. (Only topped by the smiling, scheming one.)
"...Ireallydidn'tknowthathewassupposedtoberecordingwithyou!"
The smirk got up to fight again.
Aiba 080: Redemption
"Ah."
Hiroki watched Shirota's cheek twitch, and his grip on his mug tightened. The other man didn't seem happy at all; this was the longest he'd seen the other with such a serious expression on his face (besides when he was acting).
Shirota, on the other hand, was thoroughly enjoying the view. Hiroki was nervous, his eyes never meeting Shirota's, and he was oddly quiet and meek.
In a bout of mercy, Shirota let the smirk win, and plucked the abused mug out of the tight grip, before it could crack, and proceeded to trap the smaller frame against the couch.
Hiroki gulped at that... that... smirk, and resigned himself to turtlenecks and long sleeves the next week or so.
^______^
...I really find this very therapeutic. That has to be strange. >_____>;;;; Is fic-writing supposed to be so relaxing? It's good though, I guess, if it makes people smile. (@$%(*@& I sound like those cheesy shoujo manga airheads.)
I am quite angry with Clarence and his stupid insensitivity.
Makimaki, you have way too much patience with him.