[FIC] Close Your Eyes (ShiroAi; PG)
title: Close Your Eyes
by: nikki hiiragizawa (caelestin)
fandom: The Musical Prince of Tennis
pairing: Shirota Yuu x Aiba Hiroki
genre: drama
rating: PG
disclaimer: The boys are not mine D:
notes: for everyone who still loves ShiroAi and would bother to read such a rushed fic :(
It would have been a peaceful Saturday.
Shirota sitting on the carpet, his back leaning against the bed. Aiba sitting on the carpet and snugly between Shirota's outstretched legs. The remote control and chips bowl within comfortable reach. The TV and its alternating anime and soap marathons. Everything could be in place, just like any other Saturday.
The prospect of that happening evaporated when Aiba came in waving a package in Shirota's face. It was probably from the kind lady in the distribution department of Marvelous Entertainment, both of them concluded as they tore the wrapper. Inside the box lay the DVD for the latest myu -- the first Tenimyu since Aiba's graduation.
At that moment, Shirota felt Aiba curl his emotions tightly inside him under the false excited smile. Shirota offered that they watch it a little later and just concentrate on the Sunadokei rerun on TV, but Aiba would not budge. He wanted to watch it, he said. He was excited, he said. His smile was plastered on his face and his brows were furrowed.
Shirota slid the disc in their player.
When the Tenimyu title came up, Aiba scooted to his original place between Shirota's legs. He had rested his chin on raised knees, his head on Shirota's shoulder. He pointed to the one playing Fuji, Furukawa Yuuta, he said. He then pointed to the one playing Tezuka. The new ones, Aiba referred to them.
Shirota busied himself with rubbing his palm again Aiba's elbow over and over while boasting how no one can compare to his performance as Tezuka (well, maybe Minami-san, he said sheepishly when Aiba gave him a grim look). Pulling Aiba closer so his hips were snugly against Shirota's own, Shirota commented that the new Fuji was actually good and that Aiba need not worry. He pointed out the Fukuyama-san or whatever his name was danced like Aiba and played tennis like Aiba.
Stop looking at his ass, Aiba murmured against his knees as he turned to Shirota. It was no secret that Aiba's hips were the first thing that came out of Shirota's lips when Aiba asked him to evaluate his dancing.
Shirota gave aiba a fake pout and rested his chin on Aiba's sthhoulder. He was so not looking at Furusawa's ass.
Furukawa. Aiba swatted the hand that was incessantly rubbing his elbow. He swore to kill Shirota if he ever caught him staring at Furukawa's ass -- or any part of his body.
A third into the musical and Shirota felt Aiba becoming restless. He was having goosebumps and Shirota caressed them away but Aiba was not comforted. His mouth was set on a hard line and he was gripping his own calves. Everytime the audience applauded the performers, he would sigh and let his head rest on his knees.
Why are they so good...
They kept quiet, Shirota and him, until the musical reached its half. The new cast came back after the break with seemingly limitless vigor. Aiba's eyes were fixed on the TV screen, unmoving. When the musical reached a high point and the tension rose, Aiba's hands fisted on his knees, his lips pressed together.
That's enough.
Shirota gently covered Aiba's eyes with a hand. He felt liquid trickling down his palm and he held Aiba closer, letting the younger man almost recline on him.
What are you doing, Shirota-san...
The new cast continued to sing in the TV, and Shirota did not remove his hand from Aiba's eyes. Kissing the top of Aiba's fluffy hair, he groped around for the remote control and stopped the DVD. Gently, Shirota whispered how Aiba should not force himself. Sooner or later, he'd be used to the idea of his graduation, but he need not burden himself with learning that now.
Aiba reached up to remove Shirota's hand from his eyes. Mumbling an apology, he tried explaining how he felt. Shirota shushed him and hugged him tightly. There are times that one need not speak of his feelings, but just let them flow freely.
With as much fervor, Aiba embraced Shirota back, swallowing back tears that should not have welled in his eyes. After a while, they let go, Aiba still holding on to Shirota's shirt. Shirota removed the disc from the player and replaced it in its case.
I'm so stupid.
Aiba was staring at his hands as he sat cross-legged on the floor. He recalled how he swore to be kind to the new cast and watch their performance without any prejudices. He admitted that he did not even know why tears fell from his eyes.
Shirota knelt before Aiba and held his shoulders. Sometimes, you need not face everything all at once. Sometimes you need to close your eyes.
Sighing, Aiba met Shirota's eyes and smiled. Shirota knew that he understood.
As Shirota went to his room to keep the DVD in his cabinet, he spied a piece of cardboard sticking out from the box. He pulled it off and found it to be a message for Aiba.
Aiba-sempai, it said,
Thank you very much for the support and the fruits! I hope that I have become a Fuji that you can be proud of. Please take care of me from now on!
Yuuta
While Aiba was humming a Dragonball tune and preparing dinner, Shirota was frozen in front of his dresser -- wondering what he should do. Furukawa idolized Aiba in a way and was happy to meet Aiba that one time -- enough for him to write a note and send in a DVD.
Shirota turned towards the door to see Aiba in an apron and hacking vegetables like a maniac. He was really a person who attracts everyone.
After a while of thinking, Shirota pushed the cardboard back in the box and kept the box deep in his dresser.
He decided to close his eyes.
And the world became such a peaceful Saturday.
.end.
notes:
- Sunadokei is an afternoon drama starring Aoyagi Ruito. It had a rerun but I think it's duringweekdays ^^;. LAck of name of drama to use made me use it.
- Aiba mentioned in his blog once that they visited the 4th cast during a rehearsal and he splurged a million yen on fruits for them.
-
Thank you for reading. Done in an hour but I hope it's okay ^^;;.
This was supposed to be a MinaDoori. I'm sorry ;_;
by: nikki hiiragizawa (caelestin)
fandom: The Musical Prince of Tennis
pairing: Shirota Yuu x Aiba Hiroki
genre: drama
rating: PG
disclaimer: The boys are not mine D:
notes: for everyone who still loves ShiroAi and would bother to read such a rushed fic :(
It would have been a peaceful Saturday.
Shirota sitting on the carpet, his back leaning against the bed. Aiba sitting on the carpet and snugly between Shirota's outstretched legs. The remote control and chips bowl within comfortable reach. The TV and its alternating anime and soap marathons. Everything could be in place, just like any other Saturday.
The prospect of that happening evaporated when Aiba came in waving a package in Shirota's face. It was probably from the kind lady in the distribution department of Marvelous Entertainment, both of them concluded as they tore the wrapper. Inside the box lay the DVD for the latest myu -- the first Tenimyu since Aiba's graduation.
At that moment, Shirota felt Aiba curl his emotions tightly inside him under the false excited smile. Shirota offered that they watch it a little later and just concentrate on the Sunadokei rerun on TV, but Aiba would not budge. He wanted to watch it, he said. He was excited, he said. His smile was plastered on his face and his brows were furrowed.
Shirota slid the disc in their player.
When the Tenimyu title came up, Aiba scooted to his original place between Shirota's legs. He had rested his chin on raised knees, his head on Shirota's shoulder. He pointed to the one playing Fuji, Furukawa Yuuta, he said. He then pointed to the one playing Tezuka. The new ones, Aiba referred to them.
Shirota busied himself with rubbing his palm again Aiba's elbow over and over while boasting how no one can compare to his performance as Tezuka (well, maybe Minami-san, he said sheepishly when Aiba gave him a grim look). Pulling Aiba closer so his hips were snugly against Shirota's own, Shirota commented that the new Fuji was actually good and that Aiba need not worry. He pointed out the Fukuyama-san or whatever his name was danced like Aiba and played tennis like Aiba.
Stop looking at his ass, Aiba murmured against his knees as he turned to Shirota. It was no secret that Aiba's hips were the first thing that came out of Shirota's lips when Aiba asked him to evaluate his dancing.
Shirota gave aiba a fake pout and rested his chin on Aiba's sthhoulder. He was so not looking at Furusawa's ass.
Furukawa. Aiba swatted the hand that was incessantly rubbing his elbow. He swore to kill Shirota if he ever caught him staring at Furukawa's ass -- or any part of his body.
A third into the musical and Shirota felt Aiba becoming restless. He was having goosebumps and Shirota caressed them away but Aiba was not comforted. His mouth was set on a hard line and he was gripping his own calves. Everytime the audience applauded the performers, he would sigh and let his head rest on his knees.
Why are they so good...
They kept quiet, Shirota and him, until the musical reached its half. The new cast came back after the break with seemingly limitless vigor. Aiba's eyes were fixed on the TV screen, unmoving. When the musical reached a high point and the tension rose, Aiba's hands fisted on his knees, his lips pressed together.
That's enough.
Shirota gently covered Aiba's eyes with a hand. He felt liquid trickling down his palm and he held Aiba closer, letting the younger man almost recline on him.
What are you doing, Shirota-san...
The new cast continued to sing in the TV, and Shirota did not remove his hand from Aiba's eyes. Kissing the top of Aiba's fluffy hair, he groped around for the remote control and stopped the DVD. Gently, Shirota whispered how Aiba should not force himself. Sooner or later, he'd be used to the idea of his graduation, but he need not burden himself with learning that now.
Aiba reached up to remove Shirota's hand from his eyes. Mumbling an apology, he tried explaining how he felt. Shirota shushed him and hugged him tightly. There are times that one need not speak of his feelings, but just let them flow freely.
With as much fervor, Aiba embraced Shirota back, swallowing back tears that should not have welled in his eyes. After a while, they let go, Aiba still holding on to Shirota's shirt. Shirota removed the disc from the player and replaced it in its case.
I'm so stupid.
Aiba was staring at his hands as he sat cross-legged on the floor. He recalled how he swore to be kind to the new cast and watch their performance without any prejudices. He admitted that he did not even know why tears fell from his eyes.
Shirota knelt before Aiba and held his shoulders. Sometimes, you need not face everything all at once. Sometimes you need to close your eyes.
Sighing, Aiba met Shirota's eyes and smiled. Shirota knew that he understood.
As Shirota went to his room to keep the DVD in his cabinet, he spied a piece of cardboard sticking out from the box. He pulled it off and found it to be a message for Aiba.
Aiba-sempai, it said,
Thank you very much for the support and the fruits! I hope that I have become a Fuji that you can be proud of. Please take care of me from now on!
Yuuta
While Aiba was humming a Dragonball tune and preparing dinner, Shirota was frozen in front of his dresser -- wondering what he should do. Furukawa idolized Aiba in a way and was happy to meet Aiba that one time -- enough for him to write a note and send in a DVD.
Shirota turned towards the door to see Aiba in an apron and hacking vegetables like a maniac. He was really a person who attracts everyone.
After a while of thinking, Shirota pushed the cardboard back in the box and kept the box deep in his dresser.
He decided to close his eyes.
And the world became such a peaceful Saturday.
.end.
notes:
- Sunadokei is an afternoon drama starring Aoyagi Ruito. It had a rerun but I think it's duringweekdays ^^;. LAck of name of drama to use made me use it.
- Aiba mentioned in his blog once that they visited the 4th cast during a rehearsal and he splurged a million yen on fruits for them.
-
Thank you for reading. Done in an hour but I hope it's okay ^^;;.
This was supposed to be a MinaDoori. I'm sorry ;_;