Bus stops
Title: Bus stops
Author: nidesux moi~
Pairing: no actual pairings but oh well- Sho x Masaki a.k.a Sakuraba
Length: Drabble. 700+ words.
Rating: G
Genre: AU, Fluff, friendship
Summary: A routine that started with a smile and nod, while at a bus stop.
NOTE: This is a very very random drabble. I guess it's my way of stopping myself from posting the new part of that junba fic and the Sakuraba thing that actually had a decent plot unlike this one. Oh weeeeell. I still hope you guys like this, though it's a bit confusing for me? Lol. Other reasons... the rainy and cold weather today.
Everything started with a simple nod of the head and a smile.
Aiba Masaki was panting heavily as he reached the bus stop. It was half past five already and he’s expected to be home by six. He had his hands on his knees as he continued trying to catch his breath, and then looked up when he felt that someone was watching him; he met gazes with a boy just around his age-and was wearing the same school uniform as he was-and flashed a cheeky grin, to which the other just replied with a nod and a smile. Masaki, being the friendly guy that he was, asked which grade he’s from; the other replied that he’s in the ninth grade, the same as Masaki. They both talked and just separated when they got inside the bus: the stranger sitting beside an old woman up front while Masaki went over to the back.
The stranger’s name-Masaki found out a few days later when they ran into each other at the bus stop again-was Sakurai Sho. Ninth grade.
The third time he ran into Sho, they both ended up talking about sports: baseball and their favorite teams. They were both so engrossed in their conversation that they missed two busses and only separated around seven in the evening.
Those constant “meetings” turned into a normal routine between them. Masaki can’t help but sometimes wonder why they don’t just meet inside the school, but before he could open his mouth to tell Sho that, his mind decided that things are better that way. It felt more special to him, those meetings of theirs. They became friends-close friends, even. Though they would only meet every other day at the bus stop a few blocks away from their school.
But before Masaki knew it, he graduated and moved up to high school; to a different school. He felt sad the first week of the new school year since he never really got to say farewell to his friend-that he won’t have that person to talk to anymore when waiting for the bus.
“Yo,” said an oh-so-familiar voice behind him; he turned around, facing Sakurai Sho. A grin crept onto his face and he found himself pulling the male into his arms, hugging him tightly. The latter just laughed, slowly pulling away afterwards and pointing out that they, again, go to the same school.
“My house is very near here,” Sho told him. “But I saw you so… here I am.”
Starting that day, he and Sho would meet up at the gate and hang out at the small café near the bus stop. They’d talk about each other’s day (though it’s always Masaki who talks. Sho’s more of a listener.)
Three years passed in a blink of an eye, and Masaki found himself standing in front of Sho (they both separated from their families saying that they have to hang out with their friends). They were at the usual bus stop, a few blocks away from their now old school. The both of them were awfully quiet, with their diplomas clutched in their hands as they watch people and cars pass by. Masaki decided that he should take the initiative and ask what the other was going to do next. Sho answered that he’ll be going to college. And when it was his turn to get asked, he merely shrugged, saying that he might look for a job first. The other just nodded and fell quiet; they eventually had to bid goodbye and go their separate ways.
Years passed after that; lots of things happened in Masaki’s life. College, jobs, etc. And he found himself standing at the bus stop he used to wait at when he was back in middle school. He had just visited his old school, and spent time catching up with his old teachers. It had been years since he last saw them, and thankfully most of them still remember who he was.
A soft sigh left his lips as he looked around the vicinity: there were middle school students walking in groups and laughing, and he can’t help but feel nostalgic. He was pulled back into reality when he heard someone calling out for him from a distance.
“Sorry for keeping you waiting,” said a panting Sakurai Sho, stopping beside him and placing his hands on his knees to catch his breath. Masaki replied with a nod and a smile, teasing Sho that it took him long enough before pulling the still panting man inside the bus.
And for the first time, they sat next to each other.
Author: nidesux moi~
Pairing: no actual pairings but oh well- Sho x Masaki a.k.a Sakuraba
Length: Drabble. 700+ words.
Rating: G
Genre: AU, Fluff, friendship
Summary: A routine that started with a smile and nod, while at a bus stop.
NOTE: This is a very very random drabble. I guess it's my way of stopping myself from posting the new part of that junba fic and the Sakuraba thing that actually had a decent plot unlike this one. Oh weeeeell. I still hope you guys like this, though it's a bit confusing for me? Lol. Other reasons... the rainy and cold weather today.
Everything started with a simple nod of the head and a smile.
Aiba Masaki was panting heavily as he reached the bus stop. It was half past five already and he’s expected to be home by six. He had his hands on his knees as he continued trying to catch his breath, and then looked up when he felt that someone was watching him; he met gazes with a boy just around his age-and was wearing the same school uniform as he was-and flashed a cheeky grin, to which the other just replied with a nod and a smile. Masaki, being the friendly guy that he was, asked which grade he’s from; the other replied that he’s in the ninth grade, the same as Masaki. They both talked and just separated when they got inside the bus: the stranger sitting beside an old woman up front while Masaki went over to the back.
The stranger’s name-Masaki found out a few days later when they ran into each other at the bus stop again-was Sakurai Sho. Ninth grade.
The third time he ran into Sho, they both ended up talking about sports: baseball and their favorite teams. They were both so engrossed in their conversation that they missed two busses and only separated around seven in the evening.
Those constant “meetings” turned into a normal routine between them. Masaki can’t help but sometimes wonder why they don’t just meet inside the school, but before he could open his mouth to tell Sho that, his mind decided that things are better that way. It felt more special to him, those meetings of theirs. They became friends-close friends, even. Though they would only meet every other day at the bus stop a few blocks away from their school.
But before Masaki knew it, he graduated and moved up to high school; to a different school. He felt sad the first week of the new school year since he never really got to say farewell to his friend-that he won’t have that person to talk to anymore when waiting for the bus.
“Yo,” said an oh-so-familiar voice behind him; he turned around, facing Sakurai Sho. A grin crept onto his face and he found himself pulling the male into his arms, hugging him tightly. The latter just laughed, slowly pulling away afterwards and pointing out that they, again, go to the same school.
“My house is very near here,” Sho told him. “But I saw you so… here I am.”
Starting that day, he and Sho would meet up at the gate and hang out at the small café near the bus stop. They’d talk about each other’s day (though it’s always Masaki who talks. Sho’s more of a listener.)
Three years passed in a blink of an eye, and Masaki found himself standing in front of Sho (they both separated from their families saying that they have to hang out with their friends). They were at the usual bus stop, a few blocks away from their now old school. The both of them were awfully quiet, with their diplomas clutched in their hands as they watch people and cars pass by. Masaki decided that he should take the initiative and ask what the other was going to do next. Sho answered that he’ll be going to college. And when it was his turn to get asked, he merely shrugged, saying that he might look for a job first. The other just nodded and fell quiet; they eventually had to bid goodbye and go their separate ways.
Years passed after that; lots of things happened in Masaki’s life. College, jobs, etc. And he found himself standing at the bus stop he used to wait at when he was back in middle school. He had just visited his old school, and spent time catching up with his old teachers. It had been years since he last saw them, and thankfully most of them still remember who he was.
A soft sigh left his lips as he looked around the vicinity: there were middle school students walking in groups and laughing, and he can’t help but feel nostalgic. He was pulled back into reality when he heard someone calling out for him from a distance.
“Sorry for keeping you waiting,” said a panting Sakurai Sho, stopping beside him and placing his hands on his knees to catch his breath. Masaki replied with a nod and a smile, teasing Sho that it took him long enough before pulling the still panting man inside the bus.
And for the first time, they sat next to each other.