[One Shot] Something to give
Title: Something to give
Author: hikarinoniji
Groups: Hey!Say!JUMP
Characters: Yabu Kouta/Yoshiro Hikari
Rating: G
Genre: Romance, comedy
Summary: Waiting for his present he sometimes forgets that she might do the same.
A/N: Happy Valentines to everyone!
He lies on her bed, his face hidden in her pillow that smells like her favorite shampoo. He inhales the scent with a deep, content sigh and pulls the pillow closer. Warping his long arms around it, he takes a sneak peak at her back. He wants attention but none is given because she seems busier with what's going on on the screen of her computer.
Her long, rank fingers dance over the keyboard, filling the room with a constant ticking sound. He releases a whiny cry, a call for attention, but she ignores it. The ticking never stops.
"You know," He starts, trying to make his voice sound low and seductive, "this could be you."
He means the pillow.
Her hands stay still for a while, floating over the keyboard as if they are searching for something. She doesn't turn around when the answer comes after a while.
"But it's not, too bad."
The ticking starts again, but the sound of her keyboard isn't able to overpower his low grunt of annoyance.
"Do you even know what day it is today?" He asks and he can feel her eyes moving to the right side of her screen where the date and time are shown.
"Monday, the 14th of February," She answers a matter-of-factly after which her fingers run over the keyboard again.
He stays silent, his dark eyes piercing at her back.
The ticking stops.
"Oh."
There is a victorious smirk on his face. She finally realized.
Her chair twirls around and he is met with her light eyes, looking at him from behind her black glasses. A small pout is formed upon her lips and he assumes it's because she feels guilty about forgetting about Valentines day.
"It's okay-"
"Where is my chocolate?" She interrupts him before he can tell her it's okay to forget about it.
"I-What?"
She lifts her body from the chair and throws herself on the lanky appearance occupying her bed.
"If you remembered, why didn't you buy me any chocolate?" She pouts, wriggling her way on top of him. "Why should I be the one giving you something every year?"
He blinks, confused and not knowing whether he should be the one who's mad or not. He decides to pull her down for a kiss, to shut her up and to give himself some time to think for an answer, but before he can act she rolls off him and lands on the floor with a soft thump.
When he peers over the edge of the bed, he finds her her sprawled underneath the bed and he can hear her mumbling, "I'm pretty sure I left it here."
Her head appears from under the bed and before he can duck away his head is met with a small package.
She pouts, "sleazy stick, of course I didn't forget about Valentines."
He blinks at the package and with a urging nod from her he opens it. Inside is a big chunk of nicely cut chocolate. The logo of his favorite soccer club is accurately remade with the use of white, dark and milk chocolate. However, instead of the club's initials written on it it has theirs as a couple and where the year of the club's forming should be is the date of their anniversary.
He blinks once more, licking his lower lip nervously as he realizes she made this for him. It makes him feel awkward and even more like a jerk because he also realizes he has nothing to give back to her.
"I thought it would be nice if you were the one who gave me something," She says, still sitting on the floor, looking up to where he is.
He offers her his hand, which she takes to his relieve. He pinches it lightly and smiles. He pulls her up and nearly forces her to sit down next to him.
"I'm sorry," He says, and she nods silently, her big, round eyes trying to avoid his at all coast. They seem to have fixed themselves on a steady spot on the ground.
"It's a little early, but I do have a present for you."
She looks up, her eyes hopeful.
"I want to give you me."
"Lame," She answers, rolling her eyes. A faint grin plays on her lips, "Your ass is mine already."
He chuckles, shaking his head before sliding off the bed, her hand still in his.
"I didn't mean it like that, I mean I want to make me your everything. I will be yours and you will be mine. I'm asking you, if you want to be the next Mrs. Yabu."
It takes her a while to comprehend what he is asking her but when she does, she too tumbles off the bed, into his arms. Her arms warp themselves around his neck and he pulls her closer so he can smell her favorite shampoo once again.
"Can I take that as a yes?"
She sniffles, choking back some of the tears. She decides not long after something like a marriage proposal is worth crying over. She sobs and nods, burying her face into the crook of his neck. "Yes."
He smiles, running his hand over her back. "Happy Valentines day, Hikari."
Author: hikarinoniji
Groups: Hey!Say!JUMP
Characters: Yabu Kouta/Yoshiro Hikari
Rating: G
Genre: Romance, comedy
Summary: Waiting for his present he sometimes forgets that she might do the same.
A/N: Happy Valentines to everyone!
He lies on her bed, his face hidden in her pillow that smells like her favorite shampoo. He inhales the scent with a deep, content sigh and pulls the pillow closer. Warping his long arms around it, he takes a sneak peak at her back. He wants attention but none is given because she seems busier with what's going on on the screen of her computer.
Her long, rank fingers dance over the keyboard, filling the room with a constant ticking sound. He releases a whiny cry, a call for attention, but she ignores it. The ticking never stops.
"You know," He starts, trying to make his voice sound low and seductive, "this could be you."
He means the pillow.
Her hands stay still for a while, floating over the keyboard as if they are searching for something. She doesn't turn around when the answer comes after a while.
"But it's not, too bad."
The ticking starts again, but the sound of her keyboard isn't able to overpower his low grunt of annoyance.
"Do you even know what day it is today?" He asks and he can feel her eyes moving to the right side of her screen where the date and time are shown.
"Monday, the 14th of February," She answers a matter-of-factly after which her fingers run over the keyboard again.
He stays silent, his dark eyes piercing at her back.
The ticking stops.
"Oh."
There is a victorious smirk on his face. She finally realized.
Her chair twirls around and he is met with her light eyes, looking at him from behind her black glasses. A small pout is formed upon her lips and he assumes it's because she feels guilty about forgetting about Valentines day.
"It's okay-"
"Where is my chocolate?" She interrupts him before he can tell her it's okay to forget about it.
"I-What?"
She lifts her body from the chair and throws herself on the lanky appearance occupying her bed.
"If you remembered, why didn't you buy me any chocolate?" She pouts, wriggling her way on top of him. "Why should I be the one giving you something every year?"
He blinks, confused and not knowing whether he should be the one who's mad or not. He decides to pull her down for a kiss, to shut her up and to give himself some time to think for an answer, but before he can act she rolls off him and lands on the floor with a soft thump.
When he peers over the edge of the bed, he finds her her sprawled underneath the bed and he can hear her mumbling, "I'm pretty sure I left it here."
Her head appears from under the bed and before he can duck away his head is met with a small package.
She pouts, "sleazy stick, of course I didn't forget about Valentines."
He blinks at the package and with a urging nod from her he opens it. Inside is a big chunk of nicely cut chocolate. The logo of his favorite soccer club is accurately remade with the use of white, dark and milk chocolate. However, instead of the club's initials written on it it has theirs as a couple and where the year of the club's forming should be is the date of their anniversary.
He blinks once more, licking his lower lip nervously as he realizes she made this for him. It makes him feel awkward and even more like a jerk because he also realizes he has nothing to give back to her.
"I thought it would be nice if you were the one who gave me something," She says, still sitting on the floor, looking up to where he is.
He offers her his hand, which she takes to his relieve. He pinches it lightly and smiles. He pulls her up and nearly forces her to sit down next to him.
"I'm sorry," He says, and she nods silently, her big, round eyes trying to avoid his at all coast. They seem to have fixed themselves on a steady spot on the ground.
"It's a little early, but I do have a present for you."
She looks up, her eyes hopeful.
"I want to give you me."
"Lame," She answers, rolling her eyes. A faint grin plays on her lips, "Your ass is mine already."
He chuckles, shaking his head before sliding off the bed, her hand still in his.
"I didn't mean it like that, I mean I want to make me your everything. I will be yours and you will be mine. I'm asking you, if you want to be the next Mrs. Yabu."
It takes her a while to comprehend what he is asking her but when she does, she too tumbles off the bed, into his arms. Her arms warp themselves around his neck and he pulls her closer so he can smell her favorite shampoo once again.
"Can I take that as a yes?"
She sniffles, choking back some of the tears. She decides not long after something like a marriage proposal is worth crying over. She sobs and nods, burying her face into the crook of his neck. "Yes."
He smiles, running his hand over her back. "Happy Valentines day, Hikari."