[FIC] - Black Suit - Tora/Hiroto - PG-13 - Oneshot
Title: Black Suit
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU
Pairings: Tora/Hiroto
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: Inspired by tingedwords.
Rainchaser's Archive
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Hiroto stood at the bus stop, school bag and groceries placed between his legs and the sign post. He still had to wait a few minutes until his ride home would pass by; he wanted nothing more than getting home to play some Monster Hunter and laze around and not doing his assignment till midnight. He pulled out his iPhone to check the time. About eight minutes left.
Propping up the collar of his red leather jacket, he looked around to occupy himself since his earphones were broken (again).
There was a tall man at a small store selling snacks, magazines and newspapers. Long legs, narrow waist, broad shoulders, something between lithe and strong. The man bought a thick magazine and cup of coffee and moved to stand by a high table. He wore a suit, dark black with a hint of blue, and black leather shoes. His hairstyle seemed a little off for a business man.
As he turned around, Hiroto saw more; a black shirt, no tie, but two buttons were undone. Was that a small tattoo on his finger? As the hand moved the cup to his lips, his eyes fell on a piercing.
That caught his interest for sure.
Pulling out his glasses to see him clearer and biting his bottom lip, he unconsciously stepped around the bus stop post to get a tad closer.
His brows were thinned. His eyes weren't as dark as they were supposed to be for a Japanese man; his nose seemed foreign, too.
And that scowl. He was glaring down at the article he was reading and, to be honest, it was sexy. Hiroto couldn't help himself, his eyes wandered down, the table didn't hide anything from view. He gulped, feeling his belly form a hot ball as he tried to tell himself that it was nothing but a bulge of the pants, but then the other shifted his stance and made it rather obvious that Hiroto's mind tried to tell him the truth.
He licked his lips, trying his best not to think about what this tall - and handsome - man could do to him without even having to ask.
The man's phone rang, the anger on his face increased, making Hiroto's belly buzz for a second.
He wasn't attracted to an angry stranger, was he?
He could hear his voice, deep and rough, talking in an decisive tone. He barely could make out any words, the traffic being too loud, but what he heard made him ache to be scolded by that man. It was ridiculous.
The phone snapped shut, their eyes met.
He was glaring at Hiroto. Hiroto liked it, feeling his breath hitch and a spark jolting down his spine. The magazine was rolled and tugged under an arm, the plastic cup thrown away. He started to walk. In his direction. Hiroto stepped back, his cheeks growing hot.
"You." The other called out, only a few feet away from him.
"Yes, sir?"
He stood right in front of him, one hand placed on the post to lean against, towering over the student.
"What's your name?" He asked, his eyes glinting, scrutinizing the smaller.
"Ogata Hiroto. I'm sorry for staring at you, I didn't mean to-"
A black business card was held in front of his chest.
"Call me if you're old enough to undress me with not just your eyes." He grinned and pulled back, waving at a taxi coming down the street.
Hiroto looked down at the card. Amano Shinji, written in white letters, the encircled kanji for tiger faintly in the background.
"Sir, I already am-"
He was already getting into the car, the driver hitting the accelerator as soon as the door was closed.
Hiroto pulled out his iPhone to dial a number with shaky fingers.
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Do I need to explain how this was inspired by tingedwords?
Beta'ed by lhunuial!
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU
Pairings: Tora/Hiroto
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: Inspired by tingedwords.
Rainchaser's Archive
__________________________________
Hiroto stood at the bus stop, school bag and groceries placed between his legs and the sign post. He still had to wait a few minutes until his ride home would pass by; he wanted nothing more than getting home to play some Monster Hunter and laze around and not doing his assignment till midnight. He pulled out his iPhone to check the time. About eight minutes left.
Propping up the collar of his red leather jacket, he looked around to occupy himself since his earphones were broken (again).
There was a tall man at a small store selling snacks, magazines and newspapers. Long legs, narrow waist, broad shoulders, something between lithe and strong. The man bought a thick magazine and cup of coffee and moved to stand by a high table. He wore a suit, dark black with a hint of blue, and black leather shoes. His hairstyle seemed a little off for a business man.
As he turned around, Hiroto saw more; a black shirt, no tie, but two buttons were undone. Was that a small tattoo on his finger? As the hand moved the cup to his lips, his eyes fell on a piercing.
That caught his interest for sure.
Pulling out his glasses to see him clearer and biting his bottom lip, he unconsciously stepped around the bus stop post to get a tad closer.
His brows were thinned. His eyes weren't as dark as they were supposed to be for a Japanese man; his nose seemed foreign, too.
And that scowl. He was glaring down at the article he was reading and, to be honest, it was sexy. Hiroto couldn't help himself, his eyes wandered down, the table didn't hide anything from view. He gulped, feeling his belly form a hot ball as he tried to tell himself that it was nothing but a bulge of the pants, but then the other shifted his stance and made it rather obvious that Hiroto's mind tried to tell him the truth.
He licked his lips, trying his best not to think about what this tall - and handsome - man could do to him without even having to ask.
The man's phone rang, the anger on his face increased, making Hiroto's belly buzz for a second.
He wasn't attracted to an angry stranger, was he?
He could hear his voice, deep and rough, talking in an decisive tone. He barely could make out any words, the traffic being too loud, but what he heard made him ache to be scolded by that man. It was ridiculous.
The phone snapped shut, their eyes met.
He was glaring at Hiroto. Hiroto liked it, feeling his breath hitch and a spark jolting down his spine. The magazine was rolled and tugged under an arm, the plastic cup thrown away. He started to walk. In his direction. Hiroto stepped back, his cheeks growing hot.
"You." The other called out, only a few feet away from him.
"Yes, sir?"
He stood right in front of him, one hand placed on the post to lean against, towering over the student.
"What's your name?" He asked, his eyes glinting, scrutinizing the smaller.
"Ogata Hiroto. I'm sorry for staring at you, I didn't mean to-"
A black business card was held in front of his chest.
"Call me if you're old enough to undress me with not just your eyes." He grinned and pulled back, waving at a taxi coming down the street.
Hiroto looked down at the card. Amano Shinji, written in white letters, the encircled kanji for tiger faintly in the background.
"Sir, I already am-"
He was already getting into the car, the driver hitting the accelerator as soon as the door was closed.
Hiroto pulled out his iPhone to dial a number with shaky fingers.
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Do I need to explain how this was inspired by tingedwords?
Beta'ed by lhunuial!