Hey guys, this is fanfiction no.4 and I think I'm getting the hang of this. This one is titled 'What a Boyfriend Should Do' because I found this list on tumblr and I thought it would be cute to write about. This fic will probably be about 6 chapters long and my first multi-chapter fanfic so I'm super excited. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own SKET dance, Kenta Shinohara does.
Call her at 12:00am on her birthday to tell her you love her
Her dream shattered into multi-coloured shards as the incessant ringing of her phone pierced the silence. The short blonde delved deeper into her plump duvet, a purple pillow wrapped around her head in hopes of drifting off to sleep. But she had no such luck.
She could feel the vibrations emanating from the small device on her bedside table. She tightened her blanket cocoon and moaned in a very un-ladylike fashion. "Who the hell," she thought "calls someone this late?!"
She felt the smooth glazed wood of her hockey stick slide against her toes and considered her options, but shortly realised she would regret waking up to the remains of a smashed phone. The ringing continued, seeming louder and more irritating by the second.
She clenched her teeth and removed her arm from the warmth of her bedding, her long fingers wrapping themselves around the cool metal. A sickening pop arose from her joints as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and violently flipped open the device.
Himeko was more than ready to give the mystery caller a piece of her mind. She curled her lip in disgust as she glanced at her plastic alarm clock. It was 12:01. She could barely comprehend how someone could be as inconsiderate as to call her so late; and on a school night!
She brought her phone to her ear, allowing the shiny pink material to bite into her cheek and she spat out a word that could keep most boys running for days.
"What?!" It wasn't much of a question as more of a dark threat. Weak static buzzed over the line for a few moments, until a tepid male cautiously replied.
"Himeko?" his voice caught slightly at the end and she could practically hear him cowering in fear. Her shoulders slumped as she recognised the voice and she ground the palm of her hand into her eyes before she released a sigh.
"What do you want, Bossun?" Her eye twitched slightly as she heard him chuckle.
"Jeez woman, you're so grouchy. Do you need to poop?" She barely blinked, and being so used to his antics, she spoke slowly as if explaining to a small child.
"No Bossun, I don't need to poop." She pondered for a moment, before she snapped her head up in a sharp motion and angrily whispered into the phone, "What do you mean I'm grouchy? You woke me up at midnight?!"
She heard her boyfriend chuckle again; a deep, amused chuckle that sent shivers up her spine and made her heart beat just that little bit faster.
"Well, it's hardly midnight," she furrowed her brow in confusion and repositioned the phone so it was balancing precariously between her shoulder and her ear, "it's more like 12:03 at the moment."
"Bossun!" she snarled into the phone. It was a mere six hours until she would have to wake up again and she was becoming impatient.
A quick apology was chuckled over the line as Himeko rolled her eyes and cast a fleeting glance out the window. The moon was nowhere to be found, hidden under the dark coating of clouds.
"So," she yawned, fingering her wristband, "why exactly are you calling me at 12:03?"
There was a short silence before Bossun replied. "Oh right." There was another pause. "I just wanted to be the first person to wish you happy birthday."
A smile found its way to Himeko's lips as she fell back on the bed, her small frame bouncing slightly as it collided with the mattress. She remembered mentioning something about her birthday to her friend Captain, but could never recall reminding her boyfriend about it.
It wasn't something she'd ever made a particularly big deal of. And to her, the fact he had stayed up late just to commemorate her birthday made a warm sensation spread through the pits of her stomach and she felt like sprinting the miles to his house just to kiss him as thanks.
But instead, she settled for a soft response. "Thanks," her smile widened as she spoke, "that's really sweet of you." She waited for an answer but none came. She listened a few seconds longer, her expression dropping slightly.
"Bossun?" The silence continued. She brought the phone away from her face and squinted at the bright screen. The caller ID read his name and the call length gradually counted upwards. She pressed the metal back to her ear and narrowed her eyes.
"Hello?"
She heard a long intake of breath before his voice slowly filtered through the phone.
"I also…" he breathed again, "I also wanted to tell you that I love you
Himeko's cheeks flushed pink as her face melted into a small smile. "I know," she whispered
Her blue eyes flickered towards a worn wooden frame perching on her desk. A beaming blonde girl, hands clasped over her mouth in a failing attempt to contain her giggles, sat on a boys lap as he pressed his lips to her cheek. A red horned piece of fabric was hanging off her head and clear plastic goggles covered her wide eyes. His arms were wrapped around her waist, steading her and his eyes were closed as he smiled into the side of her face.
Himeko faded out of her reverie and returned to the phone conversation, tucking a strand of short hair behind her ear.
"I love you, too." She could feel him smiling. His laughter filled her ears.
"I think I love you more." he countered. The teenage girl shook her head and tsked, grinning.
"You're so cheesy!" she giggled. He chuckled in response and soon the couple were laughing till their lunges ached and their visions were blurred with tears. She wiped the droplets from her eyes and wriggled in her bed till she found comfort. And then the pair just lay there, listening to each other breathing until dreamless sleep took over.
Thanks for reading. I hope it was decent.
