While waiting on my mom to come pick me up from school, I've decided that I'm going to type up a new chapter. I've got a replacement laptop at the moment (Thank god) and so I can type up more cute chapters just for you guys! :D I'm hoping she shows soon, however. I'm sooo hungry. ;-;
"Love always brings difficulties, that is true, but the good side of it is that it gives energy"
"Miyagi…?" A sleepy voice called, causing Miyagi to freeze where he sat as looked at the boys half-lidded eyes looking back up at him.
He contemplated escape, his mind trying to form a valid excuse as to why he would have kissed the boy on the forehead so tenderly. Never had he thought of the possibility of the boy being awake, which only further caused him embarrassment.
Shinobu picked a hand up, his fingertips sliding across the spot that Miyagi had kissed as he blinked sleepily and tried to focus, his vision going blurry once more as sleep started to take him over and caused him to call back into his slumber.
The lump in Miyagi's throat quickly subsided as the boy fell back asleep, his hand now on his forehead as he continued to sleep. Grateful that Shinobu was such a sound sleeper, he tiptoed to the door and as he grabbed the handle, he glanced back one more time to look at the quietly sleeping face that was lying in the bed.
'To think…I've fallen for a kid like him.'With that thought, he exited the room.
Miyagi tossed and turned in his bed, trying not to wake up to allow himself even a few more minutes in his bed. Luckily, all of his students from his morning classes said that they would be out today for a club activity, so he was able to sleep in a little while longer before he had to go teach.
"Not now…I'm busy." He muttered in his sleep, rolling around a bit more before a nauseating aroma caused him to spring right up out of bed. The smell was bad enough to make him retch as he heard the sounds of water running and something cooking.
'Shinobu…?' He thought, yawning as he picked himself up out of bed and shuffled towards the kitchen to find the blonde haired boy standing over a stove, a pair of chopsticks in hand while he poked at something that was cooking on the stove.
"Good morning." He said, his voice strained as he tried not to breathe in more of the toxic fumes and fanned them away with his hand.
"Good morning." Shinobu replied in his nonchalant tone, poking at something that was in the frying pan that appeared to be burned fish covered in cabbage.
'What the heck is this kid trying to do?' Miyagi thought, scratching his head softly.
"So…erm, what are you doing?" He asked, walking closer to the cooking dish.
Shinobu glanced up at him before turning his attention back to the food.
"It's my parent's anniversary today. So, I figured I would make them something to eat. I found fish and cabbage in your fridge, so I wanted to practice a bit. Hope you don't mind."
"It's fine but…Is that all it is? It smells a bit…off."
"Oh, that's because I found some prawn stock in your cabinet and I thought it would be okay tasting a little sweet so I chopped up a few beets and stuck them in there."
'So that's it…' Miyagi thought, staring off into space as he cursed the fact that he would be the one to be eating this later.
"Well, go sit down. I want you to try this." Shinobu ordered.
Miyagi reluctantly walked to the table, sitting down as he picked up the newspaper to read.
"Have you gotten them a gift?" Miyagi asked, looking over at Shinobu who was putting the beet flavored fish onto a plate.
"Not really, I haven't had the time." Shinobu replied, setting the plate down in front of Miyagi who cringed at the smell.
Miyagi lifted his chopsticks, he picked at the fish as though to stall actually eating it since he was afraid of what it would taste like.
Shinobu watched him, nervous himself considering he wasn't a very good cook. Finally, after Miyagi's temporizing, he started to get discouraged.
"You don't have to eat it, you know." He muttered.
Miyagi could hear the sudden change in Shinobu's tone, understanding that his stalling had hurt the boy's feelings. Sighing softly, he picked a piece of fish up with his chopsticks. He stuck the piece in his mouth, keeping a stoic expression while he chewed.
"It's not like it's inedible. It's good, no worries." Miyagi said, trying to encourage him.
"Jeez, don't patronize me." Shinobu spat, blushing at the compliment.
Miyagi laughed to himself, forcing more pieces of fish down his throat while he watched Shinobu keep a hand over his face, staring at the walls as he tried not to make eye contact with him.
'He's so cute…' Miyagi thought, finishing the last of his food and going to go make a pot of coffee to start off his morning. Standing in the kitchen, he started to pull out the canister of coffee grounds.
"Why don't we go get your parents a gift?" He asked, scooping coffee into the tiny machine. "I have time before I have to go teach anymore classes."
"…A-Alright." Shinobu said back, his hand still over part of his face.
Shinobu sat in the car, staring up at the clouds that covered the sky as light flurries of snow still fell on the ground. He then watched all of the people walking by, seeing only flashes of black, white and gray as they passed by the small shops scattered along the streets. There were a few that caught his eye, such as an old bookstore as well as cafes.
'I think Miyagi goes to that café all the time…' Shinobu thought, remembering back to the times that Miyagi would stop by on his way home and bring him a cup home all of the time.
"We're here." Miyagi said, stopping across from a large flower shop and looking over at Shinobu with a smile. Shinobu said nothing but instead stepped out of the car quietly and walked towards the shop with Miyagi in tow.
As the two of them walked in, they heard a friendly voice call out to them.
"Ah! Welcome." An extremely tall gentleman, with dark hair that appeared almost dark blue in a certain light, walked from behind the counter, giving a warm smile to the two who had just entered.
Miyagi gave a smile back before going to look around at the flowers, Shinobu just looking at them curiously while he tried to make out the different colors. There were a few that were easily noticeable, such as yellow and white that he figured out on the spot. As he kept looking around, he was met with one color that he had never been able to notice before.
The color appeared to be lighter than black, his eyes picking up on the shade of black indicating that whatever it was, it wasn't completely black. His mind tried to process through the many different colors he was able to somewhat comprehend, though none of them fit with this new color.
'What the heck is this…?' He thought, looking intently at a bouquet of roses which caused the employee to assume that he wasn't sure on what he would be getting because of his intense staring.
"Ahh…Do you need any help?" He asked politely, getting the same intense stare directed towards him now.
"Yes. Can you tell me what color these flowers are?" He asked bluntly, Miyagi not hearing this conversation in the least as he was too busy flipping through a catalogue.
"…Those are red, sir." The shopkeeper replied confused as to how the boy couldn't see what color the flowers were considering it was plainly obvious. Assuming that he was just playing a silly joke, he laughed along with him. Shinobu frowned at this laughter, thinking that the man may have been teasing him.
Before Shinobu broke into one of his childish rages, Miyagi stepped in and began petting his hair nervously.
"Haha. Don't mind him; he's lost when it comes to colors. Practically colorblind, really." Miyagi said, ruffling Shinobu's hair softly. "I'm not very big when it comes to flowers, so do you mind showing me what kinds of flowers are good for anniversary gifts?" He asked, trying to change the subject.
"Oh yes, right this way." The dark haired worker said with a smile, directing the older man back to the flower catalogue.
Shinobu stared at the flowers, wondering about this color that Miyagi hadn't ever bothered to describe to him.
As the two of them were back in the car, Shinobu held a bouquet of lavender flowers in his arms while he sat in the passenger's seat.
Miyagi looked down at his watch, still having had an hour before he was to go to his job. At this thought, he let out a sigh. He didn't want to leave the teen just yet, though he knew he would due to his conscience as a teacher never letting him live it down no matter how much he tried.
As Shinobu held these flowers, he started thinking back on how many times his father had given his mother flowers before, roses just like these although they were of a shade similar to what was identified as that mysterious red color that the flower shop worker had talked about only moments ago.
'Is red supposed to mean something?' Shinobu thought, assuming it must have been an old person thing that he was too young to understand just yet. He then turned to Miyagi for reassurance.
"Miyagi, what's the point of giving red roses to one another? I mean, my parents do it all of the time for their anniversary, so I just wanted to know if it's an old person thing or what." He said awkwardly, causing Miyagi to practically choke on his own tongue at this question.
"Erm…No." Miyagi said, regaining his composure. "People usually give red roses as a symbol of love and passion. Red is usually known as a passionate color, anyways."
Shinobu pondered this sentence for a moment before he decided to ask another question.
"Miyagi, have you ever been in love?"
I'm stopping it right here! Only cause I'm tired and I've been trying to write this over a period of a few days now, even though the AN at the beginning has stayed only cause I was too lazy to change it and I have been trying to write this while waiting for my mom anyways.
I'm glad I finally found a suitable way to tie in the actual romance and love here. I'm sorry for the cliffhangers; I just usually leave them there when I'm too lazy to keep typing. Don't cut out my kidneys. D: