[FIC] Nothing to Worry About (Tenimyu RPS, ShiroAi, PG, AU)
Title: Nothing to Worry About
By: nikki hiiragizawa
Fandom: The Musical Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Shirota Yuu + Aiba Hiroki
Genre: general, AU (kindergarten!fic again ^^;)
Rating: PG
Words: 1183
Disclaimer: The TeniMyu actors are under Marvelous Entertainment, Watanabe Pro., and AVEX Entertainment. This fic was written for entertainment purposes only and the writer is in no way connected to or affiliated with the actors or their companies. All circumstances here, no matter how similar to true events, are just products of the writer's imagination and did not or will not happen in real life.
When Aiba Hiroki was merely a toddler, he was already the reason why the rest of the Aiba family slowly became worrywarts.
His adorably angelic face and innocent look did not do justice to the bottled up mischief inside him. However, his cute features enabled him to slip away from scoldings, as he managed to melt his neighbors and forgive him even though he accidentally trampled their flowers, tossed balls through windows, and never returned pets he only borrowed (the poor hamster was found under his bed with chocolate on its paws while the goldfish was never seen again).
When he started attending a local daycare center, he was so used to being spoiled that he expected the same treatment. Lucky for him, there was one classmate who did everything he wanted. The classmate would give Hiroki his food, would let him borrow his toys, and would do any errand Hiroki asked him to do. When he refused to do something, Hiroki would throw a fit and bawl in class, making their teacher scold the poor boy and let Hiroki get his way.
He did, however, have one weakness. His teacher saw it the moment he volunteered to enter a contest with his classmate. Hiroki had violently disagreed to join it the day before, but the next day, he was as determined as the rest of the class. Soon, the teacher found the letters sent to Hiroki by his would-be companion to the contest, telling the boy that he would be given a month’s worth of Apollo Choco Baby if he agreed to join.
Hiroki, like any other boy, had developed crushes in the opposite gender, too. His teacher found out that he had fancied a girl in class: the one who sat on the front row. Since the first-row occupants were the fastest readers in class, Hiroki strove to excel in reading and soon, he was sitting side by side with the girl. As a welcome gift, he helped himself to a kiss to his seatmate, causing the girl to cry in obviously exaggerated hysterics. Hiroki’s parents were called, and he was asked to apologize to the girl.
Stricken with fear of girls and their tantrums, young Hiroki refused to be with any girl, whether as a lunchmate or a seatmate. He figured girls weren’t worth his efforts and were not worthy of his kisses.
So he started kissing boys instead -- one particular boy, actually. The boy didn’t seem to mind though. After all, he was there to follow each and every whim of young Hiroki.
The teacher decided not to include that issue in her annual report, in case Hiroki’s parents become extremely anxious. Surely, it wasn’t anything to be worried about. Hiroki was merely a kid.
That kissing habit of his would go away -- eventually.
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Shirota Yuu never caused worry to his mother. He was a sweet little boy, always aiming to please. The house was always cheerful when he was there, because it would always be filled with his singing while fiddling with instruments scattered throughout their abode.
His neighbors all loved him and would always invite him over. However, his fear of going out developed after he lost his favorite goldfish and did not know where it went. One of their neighbors came to their house with her son and gave him a replacement goldfish; her son apparently accidentally took Yuu’s goldfish to their house and was not able to return it -- alive. Kind as ever, Yuu accepted the replacement goldfish and treasured it like his old one.
Yuu’s mother never got anxious when he started going to school. He had lots of friends and adapted quite well to the school environment. However, there was a time when his mother phoned the teacher, asking why Yuu was asking for more snacks for him to take to school. Also, he seemed to be missing a number of toys but he wouldn’t tell where they were.
The teacher merely said that Yuu was a growing boy and needed more food. That, and that the toys were probably lent to friends and will be returned anyway.
The toys never came back. But Yuu seemed happy everyday despite his dwindling supply of soldier figures.
Yuu’s mother didn’t mean to sound so worried, but she called the teacher again to ask if she was asking the children to bring chocolates for class. When the teacher denied it, Yuu’s mother wondered where the hell the chocolates she bought to last a whole month went after a few days. She asked Yuu, and the boy merely said there was a contest coming up, and he’s giving his classmates chocolates to encourage them. Such a thoughtful boy, his mother thought, and decided she would buy more chocolates for Yuu to share.
Yuu had one weakness, though. He was bad at reading. Because they lived in Spain until he was around three, Yuu was not able to grasp the initial learnings of the Japanese language. Oftentimes, he would stumble over words that sounded foreign to him. His mother noticed that he gradually became depressed of his weakness and refused to study anything except reading.
His mother said there was no need to worry about it because he would grasp the language slowly in the future, but Yuu shook his head. He said he wanted to sit on the first row in class.
The teacher never reported any weird happenings regarding Yuu. His mother then stopped worrying about trivial things; surely Yuu was fine if the teacher was not reporting anything.
One day, Yuu came home, cheeks flushed. He told his mother he had managed to sit on the front row. His mother felt elated, her Yuu was growing up well! Then, Yuu said he got a reward. His mother asked what it was.
When Yuu placed two fingers over his lips and giggled like crazy, his mother wondered if it was really okay not to worry about him.
Watching the boy pack chocolates in his bag and smile to himself, Yuu’s mother shrugged and walked away. Surely there was nothing to worry about.
Whatever it was, he’ll outgrow it soon -- whatever it was.
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Ueshima-san was drinking his coffee downstairs when he heard a loud thump upstairs, followed by what sounded like a giggle and a few shushes.
He rolled his eyes. The room directly above him was Aiba’s and Shirota’s. They apparently got the smallest room in the cheap hotel, big enough for two people only. They didn’t seem to mind, though, as stifled laughter and moans were heard from below. Soon, there was quiet, and only the sounds of what seemed like something bumping against the wall was heard.
Ueshima-san shrugged and continue drinking his coffee. Boys. They must be wrestling with each other or having a pillow fight. At their ages, they shouldn’t be excessively prone to such acts.
Well, they’ll stop having those games soon. There was absolutely nothing to worry about.
Aiba’s and Shirota’s next-room neighbors, though, felt otherwise as they pulled pillows to cover their virgin ears.
END
A bit late, but Happy White Day ^_^
By: nikki hiiragizawa
Fandom: The Musical Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Shirota Yuu + Aiba Hiroki
Genre: general, AU (kindergarten!fic again ^^;)
Rating: PG
Words: 1183
Disclaimer: The TeniMyu actors are under Marvelous Entertainment, Watanabe Pro., and AVEX Entertainment. This fic was written for entertainment purposes only and the writer is in no way connected to or affiliated with the actors or their companies. All circumstances here, no matter how similar to true events, are just products of the writer's imagination and did not or will not happen in real life.
When Aiba Hiroki was merely a toddler, he was already the reason why the rest of the Aiba family slowly became worrywarts.
His adorably angelic face and innocent look did not do justice to the bottled up mischief inside him. However, his cute features enabled him to slip away from scoldings, as he managed to melt his neighbors and forgive him even though he accidentally trampled their flowers, tossed balls through windows, and never returned pets he only borrowed (the poor hamster was found under his bed with chocolate on its paws while the goldfish was never seen again).
When he started attending a local daycare center, he was so used to being spoiled that he expected the same treatment. Lucky for him, there was one classmate who did everything he wanted. The classmate would give Hiroki his food, would let him borrow his toys, and would do any errand Hiroki asked him to do. When he refused to do something, Hiroki would throw a fit and bawl in class, making their teacher scold the poor boy and let Hiroki get his way.
He did, however, have one weakness. His teacher saw it the moment he volunteered to enter a contest with his classmate. Hiroki had violently disagreed to join it the day before, but the next day, he was as determined as the rest of the class. Soon, the teacher found the letters sent to Hiroki by his would-be companion to the contest, telling the boy that he would be given a month’s worth of Apollo Choco Baby if he agreed to join.
Hiroki, like any other boy, had developed crushes in the opposite gender, too. His teacher found out that he had fancied a girl in class: the one who sat on the front row. Since the first-row occupants were the fastest readers in class, Hiroki strove to excel in reading and soon, he was sitting side by side with the girl. As a welcome gift, he helped himself to a kiss to his seatmate, causing the girl to cry in obviously exaggerated hysterics. Hiroki’s parents were called, and he was asked to apologize to the girl.
Stricken with fear of girls and their tantrums, young Hiroki refused to be with any girl, whether as a lunchmate or a seatmate. He figured girls weren’t worth his efforts and were not worthy of his kisses.
So he started kissing boys instead -- one particular boy, actually. The boy didn’t seem to mind though. After all, he was there to follow each and every whim of young Hiroki.
The teacher decided not to include that issue in her annual report, in case Hiroki’s parents become extremely anxious. Surely, it wasn’t anything to be worried about. Hiroki was merely a kid.
That kissing habit of his would go away -- eventually.
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Shirota Yuu never caused worry to his mother. He was a sweet little boy, always aiming to please. The house was always cheerful when he was there, because it would always be filled with his singing while fiddling with instruments scattered throughout their abode.
His neighbors all loved him and would always invite him over. However, his fear of going out developed after he lost his favorite goldfish and did not know where it went. One of their neighbors came to their house with her son and gave him a replacement goldfish; her son apparently accidentally took Yuu’s goldfish to their house and was not able to return it -- alive. Kind as ever, Yuu accepted the replacement goldfish and treasured it like his old one.
Yuu’s mother never got anxious when he started going to school. He had lots of friends and adapted quite well to the school environment. However, there was a time when his mother phoned the teacher, asking why Yuu was asking for more snacks for him to take to school. Also, he seemed to be missing a number of toys but he wouldn’t tell where they were.
The teacher merely said that Yuu was a growing boy and needed more food. That, and that the toys were probably lent to friends and will be returned anyway.
The toys never came back. But Yuu seemed happy everyday despite his dwindling supply of soldier figures.
Yuu’s mother didn’t mean to sound so worried, but she called the teacher again to ask if she was asking the children to bring chocolates for class. When the teacher denied it, Yuu’s mother wondered where the hell the chocolates she bought to last a whole month went after a few days. She asked Yuu, and the boy merely said there was a contest coming up, and he’s giving his classmates chocolates to encourage them. Such a thoughtful boy, his mother thought, and decided she would buy more chocolates for Yuu to share.
Yuu had one weakness, though. He was bad at reading. Because they lived in Spain until he was around three, Yuu was not able to grasp the initial learnings of the Japanese language. Oftentimes, he would stumble over words that sounded foreign to him. His mother noticed that he gradually became depressed of his weakness and refused to study anything except reading.
His mother said there was no need to worry about it because he would grasp the language slowly in the future, but Yuu shook his head. He said he wanted to sit on the first row in class.
The teacher never reported any weird happenings regarding Yuu. His mother then stopped worrying about trivial things; surely Yuu was fine if the teacher was not reporting anything.
One day, Yuu came home, cheeks flushed. He told his mother he had managed to sit on the front row. His mother felt elated, her Yuu was growing up well! Then, Yuu said he got a reward. His mother asked what it was.
When Yuu placed two fingers over his lips and giggled like crazy, his mother wondered if it was really okay not to worry about him.
Watching the boy pack chocolates in his bag and smile to himself, Yuu’s mother shrugged and walked away. Surely there was nothing to worry about.
Whatever it was, he’ll outgrow it soon -- whatever it was.
-----------------------------------------------
Ueshima-san was drinking his coffee downstairs when he heard a loud thump upstairs, followed by what sounded like a giggle and a few shushes.
He rolled his eyes. The room directly above him was Aiba’s and Shirota’s. They apparently got the smallest room in the cheap hotel, big enough for two people only. They didn’t seem to mind, though, as stifled laughter and moans were heard from below. Soon, there was quiet, and only the sounds of what seemed like something bumping against the wall was heard.
Ueshima-san shrugged and continue drinking his coffee. Boys. They must be wrestling with each other or having a pillow fight. At their ages, they shouldn’t be excessively prone to such acts.
Well, they’ll stop having those games soon. There was absolutely nothing to worry about.
Aiba’s and Shirota’s next-room neighbors, though, felt otherwise as they pulled pillows to cover their virgin ears.
END
A bit late, but Happy White Day ^_^