[Drabble] Private Laughter
Private Laughter
Kisumai - Kitayama/Fujigaya
346 words, PG, Striketeam!AU
Whee! More striketeam stuff~ Written while playing another writing game with Pips and Kara. \o
“Thanks, I prefer my coffee black,” said Fujigaya, more of a croak than anything as he curled his hands around the coffee mug.
Kitayama watched him, faintly amused. Fujigaya was still sleep-mussed, hair falling into his face, wearing one of Yokoo’s oversized sweaters and Kitayama’s sweatpants instead of their standard black uniform. Kitayama knew Fujigaya was not quite ready to dive back into the job, but the other had insisted that he’d go crazy if he wasn’t given something to do. Watching him now, Kitayama almost wanted to scold him for being overambitious.
“I know that, idiot,” he said instead.
“Eeeeh!” Nikaido was the next person to enter the break room, stopping in surprise as he saw Kitayama and Fujigaya sharing the couch. “Gaya’s back on?”
Kitayama let Fujigaya answer, noticing the hint of relief in Fujigaya’s smile as he turned to Nikaido. “Yeah, I’m back.”
“KENPI,” Nikaido hollered back through the doorway. “Look who’s here!”
Senga came barreling into the break room seconds later, nearly knocking Nikaido over. “Why didn’t anyone tell me they’d released you from the infirmary?!” he exclaimed, and Kitayama quickly retrieved the mug of coffee as Senga threw himself at Fujigaya and they became a mess of limbs. Nikaido seemed to prance in the doorway, not as willing to fling himself at Fujigaya, but obviously happy. Unlike Yokoo and Kitayama, the rest of the team had not been cleared to see Fujigaya during his recovery in the infirmary.
Fujigaya was laughing and if Kitayama hadn’t known the man so well, he would have expected him to start crying as well. “I wanted to surprise you all.”
“Careful now,” Yokoo said, walking in with Tamamori and Miyata behind him. “He’s not done therapy, you are not allowed to horse around. Taisuke, coffee?”
Fujigaya shook his head as he leaned against Senga’s shoulder, puffing out a breath of laughter. “Kitayama got me some.” Now that things had calmed, Kitayama dutifully handed it back over, a smile ghosting over his lips as their fingers brushed. “Black,” Fujigaya added, “just the way I like it.”
Kisumai - Kitayama/Fujigaya
346 words, PG, Striketeam!AU
Whee! More striketeam stuff~ Written while playing another writing game with Pips and Kara. \o
“Thanks, I prefer my coffee black,” said Fujigaya, more of a croak than anything as he curled his hands around the coffee mug.
Kitayama watched him, faintly amused. Fujigaya was still sleep-mussed, hair falling into his face, wearing one of Yokoo’s oversized sweaters and Kitayama’s sweatpants instead of their standard black uniform. Kitayama knew Fujigaya was not quite ready to dive back into the job, but the other had insisted that he’d go crazy if he wasn’t given something to do. Watching him now, Kitayama almost wanted to scold him for being overambitious.
“I know that, idiot,” he said instead.
“Eeeeh!” Nikaido was the next person to enter the break room, stopping in surprise as he saw Kitayama and Fujigaya sharing the couch. “Gaya’s back on?”
Kitayama let Fujigaya answer, noticing the hint of relief in Fujigaya’s smile as he turned to Nikaido. “Yeah, I’m back.”
“KENPI,” Nikaido hollered back through the doorway. “Look who’s here!”
Senga came barreling into the break room seconds later, nearly knocking Nikaido over. “Why didn’t anyone tell me they’d released you from the infirmary?!” he exclaimed, and Kitayama quickly retrieved the mug of coffee as Senga threw himself at Fujigaya and they became a mess of limbs. Nikaido seemed to prance in the doorway, not as willing to fling himself at Fujigaya, but obviously happy. Unlike Yokoo and Kitayama, the rest of the team had not been cleared to see Fujigaya during his recovery in the infirmary.
Fujigaya was laughing and if Kitayama hadn’t known the man so well, he would have expected him to start crying as well. “I wanted to surprise you all.”
“Careful now,” Yokoo said, walking in with Tamamori and Miyata behind him. “He’s not done therapy, you are not allowed to horse around. Taisuke, coffee?”
Fujigaya shook his head as he leaned against Senga’s shoulder, puffing out a breath of laughter. “Kitayama got me some.” Now that things had calmed, Kitayama dutifully handed it back over, a smile ghosting over his lips as their fingers brushed. “Black,” Fujigaya added, “just the way I like it.”