Title: Sewing Idol!
Author: Ariadne-chan
Rating: G
Pairing: Kanazawa Hiroto/Amou Nami
Theme: #3: Rolemodel/Idol
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"Misaki-sensei!" Amou Nami wailed. The Home-Economics teacher looked up to see her pouting and clutching the front of her uniform in both hands.
"Amou-san. What is it?"
"Do you have a needle and a thread?"
"Somewhere, I think. Why?"
She sighed, and a blush slowly tinted her cheeks. "One of my buttons fell off on my walk over." She removed a hand from her blouse and held up her other open palm to reveal a small white button.
Misaki nodded in understanding and quickly retreated into the teachers' locker room. A moment later he reappeared with a small sewing kit in hand. Nami took it gratefully, scurried to a corner table and measured a long piece of thread. She cut it with her teeth, threaded the needle, and proceeded to shift her gaze from the needle to the button to her blouse, with a growing frown.
That was how Kanazawa Hiroto found her a moment later when he lazily strolled into the room, his hair askew from his afternoon walk.
"Hey, who gave Little Miss know-it-all a weapon?" he joked as he eyed her and leaned against his high-backed chair.
Nami gasped and quickly clutched at her blouse before the teacher could see the skin revealed where the button had popped off. Then she yelped and tore her hands away as she felt the needle pierce the tip of her thumb. Looking down, she noticed a droplet of blood.
Hiroto noticed it, too, for a wave of guilt crashed against him. He slid onto the chair beside her and cringed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," he said quietly as he took a napkin from the dispenser and wrapped it around her thumb. She only glared at him and, with her free hand, gathered up the material of her shirt again. "What were you doing anyway?"
"Nothing," she spat, and then added after a moment of hesitation, "...sensei."
He quirked an eyebrow and glanced down at the forgotten button on the table.
Nami rolled her eyes and pulled her hand away from his as she held the napkin tightly in her fist. It was a well-known campus fact that the press club president doesn't hold the irresponsible Kanazawa-sensei much in her high esteem, and that the teacher loved nothing more than to push her buttons and engage into battles of wit. "I was just about to sew on a button that fell off."
"Yeah?"
"What's it to you?"
"Well, I'm a teacher! I'm supposed to be the role model, you know, helping students and stuff."
"You aren't helping at all. You're just being nosy."
"Eh, 'didn't look like you were getting very far."
"Oh, shut up."
"Do you want help?"
"What, you think you're some kind of a sewing legend or something?"
"Have you ever sewed anything before?"
"I think I can figure it out, dimwit."
Hiroto grinned lopsidedly as he took the needle and button in one hand and gingerly pried Nami's fingers away from her blouse. Despite her paranoia of saving her modesty, it was only the second button that had fallen off and revealed hardly any more skin at the base of her neck than one normally saw there. Hitoyo chuckled and, before Nami could protest, began to sew on the little white button.
"Honestly, Miss know-it-all, you'll make a great housewife someday," he murmured sarcastically, still smiling. "I should be your idol now, eh?"
Nami, who had been gawking at Hiroto's efficiency with the tiny needle, drew her brow down. "What idol? Just throw you in a pink apron, and you would, too, baka."
Her comment only made him laugh harder, and began tying off the thread. He pulled the affixed button through its hole and tapped it gently against Nami's sternum. "You just want to see me in an apron."
"You just want to see me as a housewife!"
They both paused, the bickering dying as they recognized what the other had insinuated. Their eyes clashed awkwardly for a moment, before color flooded their cheeks and they laughed.
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hehe. amouxhiroto. weird, eh?