Pampering Jirou
Written by: Ulat Bulu
Pairings: AtoJi
Rating: K
Genre: Romance/General
Disclaimer: PoT does not belong to me.
Author's note: Hmm… A very random fic.Hope you guys enjoy it! Unbetaed, so don't be surprised for my crappy grammar/tenses.
Atobe Keigo was born to be pampered. Since the day he was born up to now, he was always spoiled by his parents and everybody surrounding him. He had a couple of servants just to serve him alone, so technically, he never wanted to be the one doing the pampering. It just wasn't in his system. But when he met Akutagawa Jirou, everything changed.
Atobe found himself mentally taking note to order a comfy sofa when he saw Jirou sprawled on the bench, snoring away in the club room. He couldn't bear letting the narcoleptic sleep on such hard surface, reason being it wasn't good for the boy's bones.
He also made sure that sweet drinks, cakes and candies were available in the fridge he specifically put in the club room for Jirou's satisfaction. He tried to prohibit the rest of the regulars from using the fridge, but of course, they didn't give a damn. The boys simply didn't want to miss out on Atobe's generosity that only happened because Jirou was in the club. If he wasn't, to hell with all the facilities.
Atobe didn't like it when Jirou went missing to nap somewhere else. That is why he sometimes let the boy sleep on his lap. He didn't mind waiting for Jirou to wake up. He could read a book or revise on his work while Jirou slept, but he'll wake the boy up if he couldn't feel his leg anymore.
It was a tradition for the captain to always celebrate the regulars' birthdays. While he sometimes messed up the other member's birthdates, he would always remember Jirou's. After all, the boy usually reminds him a few days before. And in regard to birthdays, Mukahi complained that he was favoring Jirou more than anyone. Why else would he celebrate the volleyer's birthday more grandly than the others?
Atobe liked to see Jirou awake and lively. For that reason, he made it a routine to always challenge Jirou to a game every time they practice. He knew he could beat the hell out of him in a straight set, but he liked it better if the lad praised him more. Whatever the case may be, praises are very ego-feeding and self-gratifying for the diva.
Atobe could never refuse Jirou, so when the boy smacked his lips on his, he responded.
FIN
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