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For: yakiseop
From: clipsie
Title: Love Letters
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s)/Character(s): It’s a secret~ But there is a pairing! V6, Ebi, Kazapon and TOKIO make appearances.
Warnings: Language, but it’s minimal.
Summary: When a love confession nears annoyance.
Notes: This took me way longer than it should have. Ahhh, busy times.
He sighs. Another day, another letter appears on his desk. He’s not even sure how they keep showing up, but here they are, always from his secret admirer. He’s pretty sure he knows who it is by now, if the flowery wording is anything to go by, and the fact the sending of letters is pretty much well known in the university now.
Tucking it in the pocket of his bag, he leaves his office for the “lunchroom” on the chemistry floor of the science building. It’s really just the chemistry clubroom, and while he’s the professor in charge, he feels he may as well use it to his heart’s content, hence the fridge, the crock-pot, and all the other cooking equipment.
When he gets there, he finds his current teaching assistant, one of his students, and the newest anthropology professor.
“Here to use the fume hoods again, Miyake-sensei?” he asks, as he walks over to the crock-pot, which he had turned on before his last class to cook his lunch, which he’ll end up sharing with those in the room, of course.
“Miyake-sensei” just shakes his head before replying, “First of all, do call me Ken, it suits me better, and second, yes. Yes I am.”
“Sorry, Ken-chan,” he says as he dishes out four bowls of soup. “What did you do this time, anyway? I mean, the anthropology department has its own lab rooms. In fact, you’re in charge of one.”
This just makes Ken laugh as he picks up his bowl. “Well, there was a deer, and there was snot. Let’s just say the fume hood is currently being taken up by a deer skeleton, and the room smells really, really bad.”
“I see…” is all he can really say before he switches topics. “Kazama-kun, can you give this letter back to the sender?”
When he pulls it from his bag, the student pipes up, “You didn’t read it again?”
He just rolls his eyes at him. “No. Kawai-kun, I didn’t, and perhaps I would if they were handed to me in person.” He pauses for a moment once he realises something. “And how the fuck do they keep getting on my desk? In a locked office!”
“It’s a mystery,” Kawai responds. “You should put surveillance on your office.”
“Ahhh, good idea! We could have the great detective Morita on the case!” Ken says.
“Doesn’t he have a class to teach?” Kazama says. “And, yes, I’ll give the letter back. I have to go to the arts building this afternoon, anyway.”
“He does, but he could skip it or something,” Ken replies a little too enthusiastically for a professor. “In fact, I’ll text him now.”
“Ken-chan, don’t…” He just sighs, turning to Kawai. “Can’t you just watch my office tomorrow? Let me know what is going on.”
“But I have class. Why would I skip class?”
“It’s one of my classes. You have my permission to skip.”
“Well, in that case… Sure!”
Kazama walks over and plucks the letter from his hand, replacing it with the finished soup bowl. “In all my years in your classes, I’ve never seen you let anyone skip class. You must be really annoyed by this.”
“I think he is,” Ken says, walking towards the exit to Kazama, depositing his soup bowl with him as he passes.
Kawai follows suit, and he just stares at them leaving, three soup bowls in one hand.
---
The next day, the sit is unsuccessful. Kawai waits just outside his office during the usual drop time, and no one comes to drop off a letter. When Kawai finishes his report, which includes imitations of everyone he met during the time, he dismisses him and sighs, sitting in his office and going over some papers.
His day ends up even more unpleasant when a head pops around the corner with a wild grin.
“What is it, Taichi?” he growls, barely glancing at the guy before returning to what he’s doing.
“Such hostility!” Taichi sits down in the other chair in the room, still grinning. “We should have dinner tonight. We could go to our favourite place to eat, just you and I.”
He sets down his pen, looking Taichi in the eye. “Your favourite place to eat is my house.”
“Exactly! I can come over, we can have dinner, watch the game,” Taichi starts and continues when he senses a no coming from him, “and I’ll bring beer. The good stuff.”
He just ends up sighing and picking up his pen again. “Fine, fine. Be there at seven, okay?”
“You’ve got it!” Taichi exclaims. “We can complain about all the things wrong in our lives.”
This gets him to crack a smile.
---
It’s ten to seven when his doorbell actually rings. He had decided to go for a simple nabe and spent the rest of the time making small dishes to complement the beer they’d be having.
He puts down the towel he was drying his hands with and goes to the door. The first image to greet his eyes is Taichi holding up the good beer, and so he smiles. When he opens the door completely, though, he’s greeted by another face, which makes him scowl and slam the door in their faces.
“Oh, come on! Don’t be like this!” Taichi yells through the door, “Inocchi’s harm-Mostly harmless! Kind of an idiot, but that’s ignorable!”
“Oi!”
“Besides, I brought the good beer!”
After Taichi says that, the door quickly opens to him still scowling. He doesn’t move from the doorway, and quickly plucks the beer from Taichi’s hand, shutting it once more in their faces.
There’s a kick to the door as he walks away. The next thing that happens is a lot of random noises and complaints that if he doesn’t get inside soon he’s going to die of hunger. There’s also some laughter coming from Inocchi.
He sighs and sets the beer down. Sure, he’s not happy with Taichi, but he’s made all this food. He opens the door and walks to the kitchen.
“About time!” Taichi exclaims while he’s taking his shoes off. “I knew you wouldn’t leave me out in the cold. Inocchi too, I guess, but you’d never leave me out, right?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I just didn’t expect you to bring the person who keeps sending me notes,” he says, getting out an extra dish.
Inocchi doesn’t say anything to that, as he follows Taichi to the table.
“Well, maybe if you responded to them, I wouldn’t have had to set you up like this.”
All that gets Taichi is a glare as he passes Inocchi his dish. They all say “itadakimasu” and begin.
Once they’re a few minutes into eating, he looks at Inocchi and asks, “Why do you put them on my desk, anyway?” He pauses. “How do you do it?”
Inocchi just laughs nervously for a moment. For once, he’s not sure how to answer, but his reaction time is still pretty quick, as he says, “I was talking to Nagano-kun about it, and he says this was a sure fire way-“
He cuts in with “to annoy me”, which causes the nervous smile on Inocchi’s face to drop.
“But Taichi-kun and Okada-kun agreed with his method.” Inocchi pauses for a moment before looking at Taichi. “Oi! Were you all in on trying to ruin my chances?”
Taichi just laughs at him, nodding a bit. “I mean, we were rooting for you, but you probably would have gotten a better answer from someone else.”
“Ehh, if that’s how it is, who the fuck can I trust anymore?” Inocchi asks, overdramatically.
“Well, you could have just asked in person,” he mumbles, before he quite realises what he said.
“Oh?” Inocchi’s face lights up and he pulls a letter from his pocket, cradling it in both hands. He presents it to him. “Sakamoto-san, will you please accept my feelings or at least consider them?”
Silence. He does move, Taichi snickers from his spot, and Inocchi continues smiling. It goes on like that for a few more minutes, his face getting red. Taichi is full on laughing at this point, and Inocchi’s face falls as he looks at Taichi, and then nervously back to him.
“So?” Inocchi asks, “I mean, I know we haven’t been around each other as much lately, and this is definitely not my normal way of doing any of this, but it seemed like a good idea at the time.”
He ends up joining Taichi in laughter, which just confuses Inocchi. “You mean, all these years of us knowing each other, and you didn’t know how to-“ He tries to catch his breath. “-confess to me. Oh god, oh my fucking goodness.” He’s pretty much squeaking at this point.
“So… Is this a yes?” Inocchi asks with a hopeful grin.
A grin that is matched with an extremely cheeky grin. “I’ll think about it.”
“Oh, fuck you,” Inocchi says as he returns to his meal, setting the letter down to eat. “This is really good, by the way.”
“Thank you.”
Taichi continues laughing at them, trying to eat at the same time. It’s not really working out so well. The rest of the night is filled with friendly banter and alcohol as they do indeed watch the game.
---
It’s around lunchtime two days later when Inocchi goes to his office to find a note sitting on his desk. Opening it, he smiles as he reads the words.
Inocchi,
I read your note, and I just have to ask:
Are you made of Copper And Tellurium Because You are CuTe!
So, I’m only writing this letter because I know it’ll frustrate you, but we should go out sometime. Just let me know, but not in letter form this time. You aren’t as convincing that way.
-Sakamoto Masayuki
P.S. I know you have a key to my office. Ken-kun confessed to getting it for you. Please see me so we can discuss your future with said key.
Inocchi laughs as he clutches the note. “Well played, Sakamoto-kun. Well played indeed.”
Finally, he lets the note fall to the desk as he quickly runs from the office, the brightest smile he’s had in a while on his face.
From: clipsie
Title: Love Letters
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s)/Character(s): It’s a secret~ But there is a pairing! V6, Ebi, Kazapon and TOKIO make appearances.
Warnings: Language, but it’s minimal.
Summary: When a love confession nears annoyance.
Notes: This took me way longer than it should have. Ahhh, busy times.
He sighs. Another day, another letter appears on his desk. He’s not even sure how they keep showing up, but here they are, always from his secret admirer. He’s pretty sure he knows who it is by now, if the flowery wording is anything to go by, and the fact the sending of letters is pretty much well known in the university now.
Tucking it in the pocket of his bag, he leaves his office for the “lunchroom” on the chemistry floor of the science building. It’s really just the chemistry clubroom, and while he’s the professor in charge, he feels he may as well use it to his heart’s content, hence the fridge, the crock-pot, and all the other cooking equipment.
When he gets there, he finds his current teaching assistant, one of his students, and the newest anthropology professor.
“Here to use the fume hoods again, Miyake-sensei?” he asks, as he walks over to the crock-pot, which he had turned on before his last class to cook his lunch, which he’ll end up sharing with those in the room, of course.
“Miyake-sensei” just shakes his head before replying, “First of all, do call me Ken, it suits me better, and second, yes. Yes I am.”
“Sorry, Ken-chan,” he says as he dishes out four bowls of soup. “What did you do this time, anyway? I mean, the anthropology department has its own lab rooms. In fact, you’re in charge of one.”
This just makes Ken laugh as he picks up his bowl. “Well, there was a deer, and there was snot. Let’s just say the fume hood is currently being taken up by a deer skeleton, and the room smells really, really bad.”
“I see…” is all he can really say before he switches topics. “Kazama-kun, can you give this letter back to the sender?”
When he pulls it from his bag, the student pipes up, “You didn’t read it again?”
He just rolls his eyes at him. “No. Kawai-kun, I didn’t, and perhaps I would if they were handed to me in person.” He pauses for a moment once he realises something. “And how the fuck do they keep getting on my desk? In a locked office!”
“It’s a mystery,” Kawai responds. “You should put surveillance on your office.”
“Ahhh, good idea! We could have the great detective Morita on the case!” Ken says.
“Doesn’t he have a class to teach?” Kazama says. “And, yes, I’ll give the letter back. I have to go to the arts building this afternoon, anyway.”
“He does, but he could skip it or something,” Ken replies a little too enthusiastically for a professor. “In fact, I’ll text him now.”
“Ken-chan, don’t…” He just sighs, turning to Kawai. “Can’t you just watch my office tomorrow? Let me know what is going on.”
“But I have class. Why would I skip class?”
“It’s one of my classes. You have my permission to skip.”
“Well, in that case… Sure!”
Kazama walks over and plucks the letter from his hand, replacing it with the finished soup bowl. “In all my years in your classes, I’ve never seen you let anyone skip class. You must be really annoyed by this.”
“I think he is,” Ken says, walking towards the exit to Kazama, depositing his soup bowl with him as he passes.
Kawai follows suit, and he just stares at them leaving, three soup bowls in one hand.
---
The next day, the sit is unsuccessful. Kawai waits just outside his office during the usual drop time, and no one comes to drop off a letter. When Kawai finishes his report, which includes imitations of everyone he met during the time, he dismisses him and sighs, sitting in his office and going over some papers.
His day ends up even more unpleasant when a head pops around the corner with a wild grin.
“What is it, Taichi?” he growls, barely glancing at the guy before returning to what he’s doing.
“Such hostility!” Taichi sits down in the other chair in the room, still grinning. “We should have dinner tonight. We could go to our favourite place to eat, just you and I.”
He sets down his pen, looking Taichi in the eye. “Your favourite place to eat is my house.”
“Exactly! I can come over, we can have dinner, watch the game,” Taichi starts and continues when he senses a no coming from him, “and I’ll bring beer. The good stuff.”
He just ends up sighing and picking up his pen again. “Fine, fine. Be there at seven, okay?”
“You’ve got it!” Taichi exclaims. “We can complain about all the things wrong in our lives.”
This gets him to crack a smile.
---
It’s ten to seven when his doorbell actually rings. He had decided to go for a simple nabe and spent the rest of the time making small dishes to complement the beer they’d be having.
He puts down the towel he was drying his hands with and goes to the door. The first image to greet his eyes is Taichi holding up the good beer, and so he smiles. When he opens the door completely, though, he’s greeted by another face, which makes him scowl and slam the door in their faces.
“Oh, come on! Don’t be like this!” Taichi yells through the door, “Inocchi’s harm-Mostly harmless! Kind of an idiot, but that’s ignorable!”
“Oi!”
“Besides, I brought the good beer!”
After Taichi says that, the door quickly opens to him still scowling. He doesn’t move from the doorway, and quickly plucks the beer from Taichi’s hand, shutting it once more in their faces.
There’s a kick to the door as he walks away. The next thing that happens is a lot of random noises and complaints that if he doesn’t get inside soon he’s going to die of hunger. There’s also some laughter coming from Inocchi.
He sighs and sets the beer down. Sure, he’s not happy with Taichi, but he’s made all this food. He opens the door and walks to the kitchen.
“About time!” Taichi exclaims while he’s taking his shoes off. “I knew you wouldn’t leave me out in the cold. Inocchi too, I guess, but you’d never leave me out, right?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I just didn’t expect you to bring the person who keeps sending me notes,” he says, getting out an extra dish.
Inocchi doesn’t say anything to that, as he follows Taichi to the table.
“Well, maybe if you responded to them, I wouldn’t have had to set you up like this.”
All that gets Taichi is a glare as he passes Inocchi his dish. They all say “itadakimasu” and begin.
Once they’re a few minutes into eating, he looks at Inocchi and asks, “Why do you put them on my desk, anyway?” He pauses. “How do you do it?”
Inocchi just laughs nervously for a moment. For once, he’s not sure how to answer, but his reaction time is still pretty quick, as he says, “I was talking to Nagano-kun about it, and he says this was a sure fire way-“
He cuts in with “to annoy me”, which causes the nervous smile on Inocchi’s face to drop.
“But Taichi-kun and Okada-kun agreed with his method.” Inocchi pauses for a moment before looking at Taichi. “Oi! Were you all in on trying to ruin my chances?”
Taichi just laughs at him, nodding a bit. “I mean, we were rooting for you, but you probably would have gotten a better answer from someone else.”
“Ehh, if that’s how it is, who the fuck can I trust anymore?” Inocchi asks, overdramatically.
“Well, you could have just asked in person,” he mumbles, before he quite realises what he said.
“Oh?” Inocchi’s face lights up and he pulls a letter from his pocket, cradling it in both hands. He presents it to him. “Sakamoto-san, will you please accept my feelings or at least consider them?”
Silence. He does move, Taichi snickers from his spot, and Inocchi continues smiling. It goes on like that for a few more minutes, his face getting red. Taichi is full on laughing at this point, and Inocchi’s face falls as he looks at Taichi, and then nervously back to him.
“So?” Inocchi asks, “I mean, I know we haven’t been around each other as much lately, and this is definitely not my normal way of doing any of this, but it seemed like a good idea at the time.”
He ends up joining Taichi in laughter, which just confuses Inocchi. “You mean, all these years of us knowing each other, and you didn’t know how to-“ He tries to catch his breath. “-confess to me. Oh god, oh my fucking goodness.” He’s pretty much squeaking at this point.
“So… Is this a yes?” Inocchi asks with a hopeful grin.
A grin that is matched with an extremely cheeky grin. “I’ll think about it.”
“Oh, fuck you,” Inocchi says as he returns to his meal, setting the letter down to eat. “This is really good, by the way.”
“Thank you.”
Taichi continues laughing at them, trying to eat at the same time. It’s not really working out so well. The rest of the night is filled with friendly banter and alcohol as they do indeed watch the game.
---
It’s around lunchtime two days later when Inocchi goes to his office to find a note sitting on his desk. Opening it, he smiles as he reads the words.
Inocchi,
I read your note, and I just have to ask:
Are you made of Copper And Tellurium Because You are CuTe!
So, I’m only writing this letter because I know it’ll frustrate you, but we should go out sometime. Just let me know, but not in letter form this time. You aren’t as convincing that way.
-Sakamoto Masayuki
P.S. I know you have a key to my office. Ken-kun confessed to getting it for you. Please see me so we can discuss your future with said key.
Inocchi laughs as he clutches the note. “Well played, Sakamoto-kun. Well played indeed.”
Finally, he lets the note fall to the desk as he quickly runs from the office, the brightest smile he’s had in a while on his face.