FIC: One Week of Shuji to Akira
Title: One Week of Shuji to Akira
Chapter: Wednesday
Series: Nobuta wo Produce
Genre: Romance/Humour
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Yaoi/ Shonen-ai
A/N: Third one x.x Wow, these are getting more and more difficult (and easier?) to write. It's getting a little hard to focus on this, although I'm really enjoying this little project of mine.
- Already have plans for more Shuji to Akira fanfiction after this and A Mystery are finished…although I warn you, it won't be very fluffy at all (unless my sense of romance kicks in while I'm writing it.) (P.S. I don't know about this one…not much soul to it, not really funny…I feel a little disappointed in myself. L)
Wednesday
Nobuta was in their living room. They had decided, since they hadn't seen her in months, they should probably invite her over for dinner. Or anything really.
Nobuta wasn't just like some old friend that you call maybe once or twice year, or only see when you're in town. It didn't matter that lived in Hokkaido now, Nobuta was still as close as the day as both Shuji and Akira left Tokyo. Akira had nagged his father for days, and the man had finally agreed to have her picked up with the helicopter, in return for peace and quiet.
So here she was, in Akira's apartment, talking comfortably to Shuji and Akira about everything that had happened since they left. Akira was listening attentively to her every, like a kid listening to his favourite bedtime story. Shuji kept getting up every five minutes to check on dinner, just in case there was another ahem accident in the kitchen.
"So, I'm curious…what exactly did everyone say when Akira left," he called out, while cutting out the dough for the pork gyoza Akira had begged him to make for Nobuta. It had taken him less than a month to get extremely attached to Shuji's cooking, which he considered to be better than any of the fancy restaurants his father used to occasionally drag him to when they still lived in the same house.
Nobuta blushed heavily and lowered her head, but forced herself to lift it again. She had to show them that none of their hard work had been undone in their absence. "They asked me why he wasn't there the next day at school. When I told them Akira went after Shuji, they said it made sense…that they always thought there was something about you two. That they suspected you two might be a couple," she finished nervously.
Akira blinked rapidly, tumbled backwards, and burst out laughing. Even Shuji was amused. He stopped working for a moment and sat down at the table with them, wrapping an arm around Akira's shoulders. "They said that? Haha. I blame Akira, I can't help it that he's so loyal that he follows me around. Although…you know…they weren't wrong," he said, slightly surprised when Nobuta nodded in agreement. Akira laughed warmly and said, "Baka Shuuji-kun! Nobuta already knows, remember? She was the one that sent me! Cause she's smart. He smiled and winked happily at the girl. Nobuta looked him in the eyes and returned the smile. Shuji rolled his eyes and went back to cooking their dinner, ignoring the sudden eruption of giggles from Akira five minutes later, when Nobuta told him that Katharine had 'accidentally' singed off the last of the principals hair.
"Just like old times…sort of…" Shuji thought contently. He switched off Akira's stove and announced that dinner was served. He smiled at his companions. Whatever happened, he promised himself they would never drift apart like the living ghosts from the festival. Ever.
Owari.