[FF] Just Onigiri
Another one of the few fics I finished.
UWAAAA ~ DON'T KILL ME IF YOU DIDN'T LIKE IT! (-_________-)
JUST ONIGIRI
[ Yamada Ryosuke X OC ]
In a four-cornered room with a board, students and flying papers . . .
“Uwaaaa~!” Miya shouted, enough to make Yamada jump awake from his sleep.
He lifted his head automatically from his desk, glanced left to right, checking if there is danger. “Nanda yo?! Where’s the fire?”
She rolled her eyes, murmured “Baka” and pointed at her bag in exasperation.
Clueless, Yamada peered inside Miya’s bag and found nothing unusual. He questioningly looked back at her.
“I left my bento, you idiot.” She answered grudgingly.
Yamada laughed at her silly expression. “You’re like that because of a bento?”
She glared. “It’s your fault, buta.”
“Why me?”
“Is there anyone else besides you who suddenly barged inside the house with high spirits this morning and dragged me out before I can even fix my things properly?”
Without warning, her stomach growled.
“Gomen~” he said, half-laughing, half-sincere.
Miya was really annoyed. She started stuffing everything inside her bag and rose from her seat, ready to step out of the classroom door.
She felt Yamada tug her from the back. “Oy, Mi-chan.”
She turned around. “What?”
“Where are you going?”
“Some place where a pig named Yamada Ryosuke doesn’t exist.”
“Ouch,” he exclaimed in a hurt voice. With puppy eyes, he began again, “I’m sorry, Mi-chan. I shouldn’t have laughed at you. And I shouldn’t have dragged you away from your beloved bento. The day just got me carried away.”
It made Miya think. The day? What day is it today?
After pondering about it for seconds, she finally got the answer.
White Day.
A special day for the boys, and for lucky girls. It happens every 14th of March --- parallel to Valentine’s Day, but different in a certain manner. If Valentine’s is about girls confessing or showing their feelings through giving chocolates to boys they like, this day of March is the guy’s way of returning the feelings he received through giving something white to the girl he’s chosen.
With her mind attached to the bento, she appeared to forget the special event taking place right that very moment.
Something about the day made her queasy. She shrugged the feeling off.
“I see~ so that’s the reason there’s so much white around. I haven’t noticed,” she said to herself absent-mindedly.
And it also appeared that she totally forgot there’s an annoying creature in front of her, asking forgiveness.
“Mi-chan?”
That brought her back to reality.
“W-what?”
Here goes the piggy, I mean puppy, eyes again. “You’ll forgive me, won’t you?”
Miya stared at Yamada for a moment, scrutinizing his expression. His face is apologetic. Being the good friend she is, she pinched his cheeks, smiled sweetly at him then said . . .
“Apology . . . not accepted.”
“Mi-chan?!?!” Yamada was shocked, disbelieving.
“You heard me.” Then she stepped out of the room.
She felt another tug from the back again. Next thing Miya knew, Yamada was dragging her.
“OOOOOOOY, BUTAAAAA~! What do you think you’re doing? Let go of me!”
But Yamada’s not listening.
“YAMADA RYOSUKE, are you out of your mind?! Stop dragging me like a ragdoll. I’m human, not like you!”
Miya saw her friend grin.
She rolled her eyes. Ugh. What’s up with you, Yama-chan?
They stopped in front of the school’s greenhouse. The only peaceful place aside from the library.
“What are we doing here?” Miya blurted, a bit out of breath.
As if to answer her question, Yamada went down on his knees and asked --- more like begged --- “Please forgive me already! I’m sorry!”
Miya’s eyes widened in surprise. She pulled up her friend before someone can even spot them. “All right, you’re forgiven! Just don’t do that again! It’s embarrassing.”
He flashed a winning smile. She frowned at him.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make it up to you, Mi-chan.”
“Make sure it’s something I’m going to be pleased about.”
“Definitely,” Yamada winked and gave her a thumbs up.
Miya’s stomach rumbled. Louder this time. “Ugh.”
“Ne, let’s go to the canteen.”
She nodded. “Mm.”
He just smiled again.
“Oy, buta. You’ve been hyped up since the day started. No matter how I get angry you still smile. How come you don’t get upset? It’s so not you.”
“I told you, the day’s getting me carried away.” Smile.
The queasy feeling Miya tried to shrug off came back at the mention of the special event.
“What? You’re confessing to a girl? Finally?” It all came out in a teasing tone.
“Yes.”
The queasiness is eating Miya up. It’s making her uncomfortable.
And yet she managed to tease Yamada again. “Do I get to witness it?”
Please say no.
“It depends on whether you’ll be able to find me before I get to do it,” he challenged, patting her head.
They have reached the canteen.
“Don’t worry. I have no plans wasting my time looking for you.”
“See you later then.” With one swift wave and a smile, Yamada took off cheerily.
She followed him with her eyes until he’s out of view.
Yama-chan.
She sighed.
Ignoring her empty stomach, she sat on a bench under the shade of a tree. She doesn’t seem to be hungry anymore.
Miya and Yamada have known each other since childhood. They are next-door neighbors. It all began when Yamada spotted Miya at the playground, being bullied by the other kids. He went to stand up for her. From that time on, they became good friends. Yamada had never left her.
Unfortunately, Miya had feelings way beyond friendship.
Afraid that Yamada will turn her down and would therefore ruin their relationship, she’s been covering up her true feelings by bullying him and insulting him whenever they’re together.
Miya did show her feelings towards Yamada, though. Once. Last Valentine’s Day, when she gave him a box of chocolate-coated strawberries. It looked so delicious that Yamada tried stuffing three pieces at once in his mouth, then realized it’s plastic. He got furious for being fooled at but kept the box of fake goodies and took it home anyway.
It turns out that Miya’s not brave enough to reveal her feelings.
And now her friend who’s about to make a move for a girl he likes is killing her.
It’s late for her to do anything.
She sat there in defeat, facing the reality that continues to fall.
***
Dismissal . . . The school bell rings.
Miya sat on the bench where she had seated during lunch, waiting for Yamada to pop out of nowhere. He didn’t attend the remaining classes.
Just as she was about to go, somebody suddenly grabbed her arm.
“Buta? Where have you been? Were you so busy meeting with your girl that you skipped two classes?”
He’s already sitting on the bench, inviting Miya to join him. She sat, too. Then Yamada brought out a paper bag.
“Ja-jaaan!”
“What’s that?”
He gave it to her. “Open it.”
Miya obeyed, saw the contents of the bag and realized how hungry she was --- onigiri.
Yamada watched her as she took a big bite of the rice ball.
“Oishiiii~”
He smiled in agreement. “You like it, ne?”
Miya nodded. She felt stupid for skipping lunch.
“Woah~ you really looked hungry.”
“So how did it go? Were you able to say your feelings for the girl?” she asked, changing the subject.
“E- anooo . . . yes, I think so.”
“You think so? That’s not an answer, buta. Don’t tell me you wasted the opportunity?”
“I still don’t know how she’s going to react about it. She hasn’t given me an answer yet.” He pouted.
“What? You don’t have to wait for an answer. She gave you chocolates last Valentine’s, right? That means she likes you.”
“She did give me something. But I don’t think what she gave counts.” Then he murmured something like “plastic”.
Miya slapped Yamada’s head. “Are you a fool, you pig? When a girl gives you something on Valentine’s Day, --- be it a rock or a bomb --- it means she likes you. She wouldn’t put effort giving you stuff if you weren’t special.” She continued nibbling the onigiri.
“If that’s the case, then maybe I know what her answer is.”
Do you know how falling for a friend feels like? It sucks.
Miya sighed. “What did you give her, anyway?”
“She’s eating it now, right beside me.”
Miya laughed at his joke. “Are you trying to be funny, buta? It worked. Are you referring to me?” Darn it, Yamada! Can’t you see I’m about to break?! She pointed at herself and laughed again.
Yamada nodded. His face blushing but serious.
“Hontou?” Miya kept laughing. Shut it, Ryosuke! Don’t make me hope, please. It’s not helping.
He nodded again.
She raised her hand to him, showing the onigiri she held. “And are you referring to this? It’s just onigi---“
Miya looked at the rice ball again. “---ri.”
A WHITE onigiri on WHITE DAY. O__________O
Wait. Maybe this is just coincidence.
Miya turned to face the now pink-faced Yamada.
“O-onigi---ri?”
“I was planning to give Mi-chan something more valuable. But when I saw you during lunch and you haven’t eaten anything, I decided to buy it --- to make it up to you like I promised . . . and to somehow show what I really feel for you.”
When Miya didn’t say anything, Yamada flatly said, “I know. It’s silly.”
Miya slapped him on the head again, her eyes streaming with tears of mixed emotions. She started to laugh crazily. “You pig-headed freak. Of course it’s silly.”
Yamada wiped her tears and gently held her face. “I know it’s just onigiri . . .”
Miya rolled her eyes. Dazed on how the conversation went.
Yamada breathed. “But it’s a rice ball worth years of my feelings for you . . .”
He leaned his head closer, brushing his lips softly to hers.
---
A/N: I find the last part cheesy. Ugh.
Hello to everyone who'll read this. ^____^ Comments are appreciated.
It will honestly help me. Onegaishimasu ~~~ (_ _)
UWAAAA ~ DON'T KILL ME IF YOU DIDN'T LIKE IT! (-_________-)
JUST ONIGIRI
[ Yamada Ryosuke X OC ]
In a four-cornered room with a board, students and flying papers . . .
“Uwaaaa~!” Miya shouted, enough to make Yamada jump awake from his sleep.
He lifted his head automatically from his desk, glanced left to right, checking if there is danger. “Nanda yo?! Where’s the fire?”
She rolled her eyes, murmured “Baka” and pointed at her bag in exasperation.
Clueless, Yamada peered inside Miya’s bag and found nothing unusual. He questioningly looked back at her.
“I left my bento, you idiot.” She answered grudgingly.
Yamada laughed at her silly expression. “You’re like that because of a bento?”
She glared. “It’s your fault, buta.”
“Why me?”
“Is there anyone else besides you who suddenly barged inside the house with high spirits this morning and dragged me out before I can even fix my things properly?”
Without warning, her stomach growled.
“Gomen~” he said, half-laughing, half-sincere.
Miya was really annoyed. She started stuffing everything inside her bag and rose from her seat, ready to step out of the classroom door.
She felt Yamada tug her from the back. “Oy, Mi-chan.”
She turned around. “What?”
“Where are you going?”
“Some place where a pig named Yamada Ryosuke doesn’t exist.”
“Ouch,” he exclaimed in a hurt voice. With puppy eyes, he began again, “I’m sorry, Mi-chan. I shouldn’t have laughed at you. And I shouldn’t have dragged you away from your beloved bento. The day just got me carried away.”
It made Miya think. The day? What day is it today?
After pondering about it for seconds, she finally got the answer.
White Day.
A special day for the boys, and for lucky girls. It happens every 14th of March --- parallel to Valentine’s Day, but different in a certain manner. If Valentine’s is about girls confessing or showing their feelings through giving chocolates to boys they like, this day of March is the guy’s way of returning the feelings he received through giving something white to the girl he’s chosen.
With her mind attached to the bento, she appeared to forget the special event taking place right that very moment.
Something about the day made her queasy. She shrugged the feeling off.
“I see~ so that’s the reason there’s so much white around. I haven’t noticed,” she said to herself absent-mindedly.
And it also appeared that she totally forgot there’s an annoying creature in front of her, asking forgiveness.
“Mi-chan?”
That brought her back to reality.
“W-what?”
Here goes the piggy, I mean puppy, eyes again. “You’ll forgive me, won’t you?”
Miya stared at Yamada for a moment, scrutinizing his expression. His face is apologetic. Being the good friend she is, she pinched his cheeks, smiled sweetly at him then said . . .
“Apology . . . not accepted.”
“Mi-chan?!?!” Yamada was shocked, disbelieving.
“You heard me.” Then she stepped out of the room.
She felt another tug from the back again. Next thing Miya knew, Yamada was dragging her.
“OOOOOOOY, BUTAAAAA~! What do you think you’re doing? Let go of me!”
But Yamada’s not listening.
“YAMADA RYOSUKE, are you out of your mind?! Stop dragging me like a ragdoll. I’m human, not like you!”
Miya saw her friend grin.
She rolled her eyes. Ugh. What’s up with you, Yama-chan?
They stopped in front of the school’s greenhouse. The only peaceful place aside from the library.
“What are we doing here?” Miya blurted, a bit out of breath.
As if to answer her question, Yamada went down on his knees and asked --- more like begged --- “Please forgive me already! I’m sorry!”
Miya’s eyes widened in surprise. She pulled up her friend before someone can even spot them. “All right, you’re forgiven! Just don’t do that again! It’s embarrassing.”
He flashed a winning smile. She frowned at him.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make it up to you, Mi-chan.”
“Make sure it’s something I’m going to be pleased about.”
“Definitely,” Yamada winked and gave her a thumbs up.
Miya’s stomach rumbled. Louder this time. “Ugh.”
“Ne, let’s go to the canteen.”
She nodded. “Mm.”
He just smiled again.
“Oy, buta. You’ve been hyped up since the day started. No matter how I get angry you still smile. How come you don’t get upset? It’s so not you.”
“I told you, the day’s getting me carried away.” Smile.
The queasy feeling Miya tried to shrug off came back at the mention of the special event.
“What? You’re confessing to a girl? Finally?” It all came out in a teasing tone.
“Yes.”
The queasiness is eating Miya up. It’s making her uncomfortable.
And yet she managed to tease Yamada again. “Do I get to witness it?”
Please say no.
“It depends on whether you’ll be able to find me before I get to do it,” he challenged, patting her head.
They have reached the canteen.
“Don’t worry. I have no plans wasting my time looking for you.”
“See you later then.” With one swift wave and a smile, Yamada took off cheerily.
She followed him with her eyes until he’s out of view.
Yama-chan.
She sighed.
Ignoring her empty stomach, she sat on a bench under the shade of a tree. She doesn’t seem to be hungry anymore.
Miya and Yamada have known each other since childhood. They are next-door neighbors. It all began when Yamada spotted Miya at the playground, being bullied by the other kids. He went to stand up for her. From that time on, they became good friends. Yamada had never left her.
Unfortunately, Miya had feelings way beyond friendship.
Afraid that Yamada will turn her down and would therefore ruin their relationship, she’s been covering up her true feelings by bullying him and insulting him whenever they’re together.
Miya did show her feelings towards Yamada, though. Once. Last Valentine’s Day, when she gave him a box of chocolate-coated strawberries. It looked so delicious that Yamada tried stuffing three pieces at once in his mouth, then realized it’s plastic. He got furious for being fooled at but kept the box of fake goodies and took it home anyway.
It turns out that Miya’s not brave enough to reveal her feelings.
And now her friend who’s about to make a move for a girl he likes is killing her.
It’s late for her to do anything.
She sat there in defeat, facing the reality that continues to fall.
***
Dismissal . . . The school bell rings.
Miya sat on the bench where she had seated during lunch, waiting for Yamada to pop out of nowhere. He didn’t attend the remaining classes.
Just as she was about to go, somebody suddenly grabbed her arm.
“Buta? Where have you been? Were you so busy meeting with your girl that you skipped two classes?”
He’s already sitting on the bench, inviting Miya to join him. She sat, too. Then Yamada brought out a paper bag.
“Ja-jaaan!”
“What’s that?”
He gave it to her. “Open it.”
Miya obeyed, saw the contents of the bag and realized how hungry she was --- onigiri.
Yamada watched her as she took a big bite of the rice ball.
“Oishiiii~”
He smiled in agreement. “You like it, ne?”
Miya nodded. She felt stupid for skipping lunch.
“Woah~ you really looked hungry.”
“So how did it go? Were you able to say your feelings for the girl?” she asked, changing the subject.
“E- anooo . . . yes, I think so.”
“You think so? That’s not an answer, buta. Don’t tell me you wasted the opportunity?”
“I still don’t know how she’s going to react about it. She hasn’t given me an answer yet.” He pouted.
“What? You don’t have to wait for an answer. She gave you chocolates last Valentine’s, right? That means she likes you.”
“She did give me something. But I don’t think what she gave counts.” Then he murmured something like “plastic”.
Miya slapped Yamada’s head. “Are you a fool, you pig? When a girl gives you something on Valentine’s Day, --- be it a rock or a bomb --- it means she likes you. She wouldn’t put effort giving you stuff if you weren’t special.” She continued nibbling the onigiri.
“If that’s the case, then maybe I know what her answer is.”
Do you know how falling for a friend feels like? It sucks.
Miya sighed. “What did you give her, anyway?”
“She’s eating it now, right beside me.”
Miya laughed at his joke. “Are you trying to be funny, buta? It worked. Are you referring to me?” Darn it, Yamada! Can’t you see I’m about to break?! She pointed at herself and laughed again.
Yamada nodded. His face blushing but serious.
“Hontou?” Miya kept laughing. Shut it, Ryosuke! Don’t make me hope, please. It’s not helping.
He nodded again.
She raised her hand to him, showing the onigiri she held. “And are you referring to this? It’s just onigi---“
Miya looked at the rice ball again. “---ri.”
A WHITE onigiri on WHITE DAY. O__________O
Wait. Maybe this is just coincidence.
Miya turned to face the now pink-faced Yamada.
“O-onigi---ri?”
“I was planning to give Mi-chan something more valuable. But when I saw you during lunch and you haven’t eaten anything, I decided to buy it --- to make it up to you like I promised . . . and to somehow show what I really feel for you.”
When Miya didn’t say anything, Yamada flatly said, “I know. It’s silly.”
Miya slapped him on the head again, her eyes streaming with tears of mixed emotions. She started to laugh crazily. “You pig-headed freak. Of course it’s silly.”
Yamada wiped her tears and gently held her face. “I know it’s just onigiri . . .”
Miya rolled her eyes. Dazed on how the conversation went.
Yamada breathed. “But it’s a rice ball worth years of my feelings for you . . .”
He leaned his head closer, brushing his lips softly to hers.
---
A/N: I find the last part cheesy. Ugh.
Hello to everyone who'll read this. ^____^ Comments are appreciated.
It will honestly help me. Onegaishimasu ~~~ (_ _)