Headache. ^^'
Title: Romantic
Pairing: OshiGaku
Rating: G
Word count: 373
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Oshitari mopes while Gakuto's away.
Notes: For mienai-hoshi because she was saying that she was too like Oshitari, too sentimental. So I showed her that it's not a bad thing.
Oshitari was, for lack of a better word, moping. Why? Because he was a sentimentalist, as he liked to say. Or, putting it into Gakuto's words, he was a sappy idiot, albeit a lovable one. The redhead had told him earlier that week that he was going for a weekend trip with his family away, and it just so happened to be the one weekend Oshitari had minimal homework. He had even reached for the phone to ask Gakuto if he wanted to go out before remembering that the boy had left the previous night, and was not coming back until tomorrow night.
That had been almost half an hour ago, and between now and then, the boy had managed to do a grand total of nothing. He was still sitting on his bed and pouting at the phone. He only pouted when no one else was around, because it seemed an undignified thing to do... but for Gakuto, he would loosen up a little and pout. The phone rang, cradled innocently in Yuushi's crossed legs, and he jumped at the vibrating thing against his thigh, before picking it up. "Hello," he replied formally, adjusting his glasses.
"Yuushi!" A fuzzy little voice came onto the phone, barely audible, but Oshitari recognised it all the same. "It's so boring in the woods," he could hear his little acrobat whining. "And it's cold, and I want my bed." He smiled, just at the sound of Gakuto. "But it's cool climbing up trees and flipping off them. The other campers give me weird looks when I do that though. I don't like their weird looks," the other boy rambled; Oshitari made appropriate noises through the one-sided conversation. He lost himself in their conversation.
As he finally put the phone down, Oshitari found that they had spent almost two hours on the phone, despite the bad signal from Gakuto's end and the slightly extravagant bill they had now run up on his mobile phone. He lay back onto his bad, spread-eagled, and realised that there was a satisfied smile plastered sweetly across his face. What a hopeless romantic he was. He was smiling smittenly just because Gakuto had phoned him. And what's more, he really didn't care.
Pairing: OshiGaku
Rating: G
Word count: 373
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Oshitari mopes while Gakuto's away.
Notes: For mienai-hoshi because she was saying that she was too like Oshitari, too sentimental. So I showed her that it's not a bad thing.
Oshitari was, for lack of a better word, moping. Why? Because he was a sentimentalist, as he liked to say. Or, putting it into Gakuto's words, he was a sappy idiot, albeit a lovable one. The redhead had told him earlier that week that he was going for a weekend trip with his family away, and it just so happened to be the one weekend Oshitari had minimal homework. He had even reached for the phone to ask Gakuto if he wanted to go out before remembering that the boy had left the previous night, and was not coming back until tomorrow night.
That had been almost half an hour ago, and between now and then, the boy had managed to do a grand total of nothing. He was still sitting on his bed and pouting at the phone. He only pouted when no one else was around, because it seemed an undignified thing to do... but for Gakuto, he would loosen up a little and pout. The phone rang, cradled innocently in Yuushi's crossed legs, and he jumped at the vibrating thing against his thigh, before picking it up. "Hello," he replied formally, adjusting his glasses.
"Yuushi!" A fuzzy little voice came onto the phone, barely audible, but Oshitari recognised it all the same. "It's so boring in the woods," he could hear his little acrobat whining. "And it's cold, and I want my bed." He smiled, just at the sound of Gakuto. "But it's cool climbing up trees and flipping off them. The other campers give me weird looks when I do that though. I don't like their weird looks," the other boy rambled; Oshitari made appropriate noises through the one-sided conversation. He lost himself in their conversation.
As he finally put the phone down, Oshitari found that they had spent almost two hours on the phone, despite the bad signal from Gakuto's end and the slightly extravagant bill they had now run up on his mobile phone. He lay back onto his bad, spread-eagled, and realised that there was a satisfied smile plastered sweetly across his face. What a hopeless romantic he was. He was smiling smittenly just because Gakuto had phoned him. And what's more, he really didn't care.