Title: I Didn't Get You Anything

Author: shimasama

Pairing: Akane Narita and Subaru Yagi

Fandom: Hot Gimmick

Theme: #17 – kHz (Kilohertz)

Disclaimer: I do not own Hot Gimmick. It belongs to Viz and Miki Aihara.

Akane had no clue what to get a dweeb for his seventeenth birthday. Did you get him more comic books? Some random anime? She stood next to the bank of prize machines (including that one with the bears—a couple was eagerly dumping yen into it), looking around. She didn't know what to do. She had never had a boyfriend long enough for birthdays. This was a whole new experience, and she wasn't sure she liked it.

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She dumped the bag in front of him that evening after his parents and sister had "stepped out for a moment." He had blushed furiously at the ridiculous cake his mother had made, and the dorky presents from his parents and his sister. Seventeen was a milestone, surely, but not as important as sixteen or eighteen.

He stared at the bag in front of him. It wasn't a present bag, it was a plastic bag, and there was something dark and rectangular inside. It looked… well, broken. He peered into the bag, and there lay an old, old, possibly military-edition radio, complete with a mic laying on top of it. It still had kHz dials. He raised an eyebrow, confused.

"It's a radio." Akane stated simply, sitting next to him with her feet on the base of his chair.

"I can see that," he said quickly, turning to her, "but why—"

"Don't geeks play with electronics and stuff? You could take it apart or something."

Subaru ran a hand through his hair, blushing again. Is that really what she thought? Maybe some of his friends liked taking apart stuff… But he really wasn't one of them. He couldn't figure out how to put his alarm clock back together after he'd dropped it.

"Well… Thanks, then." He said instead of what he was really thinking. Why in the world would she think he liked to tinker? She had never seen him doing that, had she?

Akane was watching him carefully, her arms crossed. "If you don't like it, I can take it back."

Subaru was quick to defend his earlier statement. "N-no! I like it! Thank you, Akane." He leaned forward out of his own embarassment and kissed her on the lips. Her eyes widened when he leaned back, looking through the radio and it's accompanying parts. "I'm sure one of my friends can show me how to get this working again," he was mumbling to himself, taking out the mic and fiddling with it.

She was smiling as she watched him, knowing she'd made a mistake—but glad she had. Subaru cared enough not to hurt her feelings, even on his birthday.