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Battle with a Book

Nowaki flicked a glance at his lover. Then another. And pouted. He was currently sitting on the opposite side of the couch, flipping through t.v. channels absently while his whole attention was focused on his Hiro-san, who was snugly sitting on the other side, so absorbed into his book. Nowaki thought that it wasn't fair that the book got so much attention from his Hiro-san when he himself was only a couple feet away.

Suddenly, feeling competitive (never mind the fact that he was competing with an inanimate object in the first place) Nowaki turned fully to the side to face Hiroki and put all his effort into producing a gaze as intense as the sun, turning it upon Hiro-san like a spotlight. A few moments passed. Nowaki furrowed his brows. And when his Hiro-san still remained impervious and unaffected, Nowaki glared at the book with an amazing and scary ferocity. When that proved to be fruitless and pointless, as the book wasn't reduced to ashes, Nowaki was forced to concede his defeat silently to himself and acknowledged the book's greatness. Letting out a little sigh of disappointment, Nowaki turned back to face the t.v. sullenly and vowed to have his revenge on the tenacious book later.

Meanwhile, Hiroki had been aware of the entire event from the start and had been amused and hard-pressed to continue acting indifferent and keep still, staring at the same sentence for long moments. Alas, if only Nowaki had noticed that Hiroki had failed to turn the page in quite some time... Hiroki threw a brief and covert glance towards Nowaki and twitched with mirth as he caught sight of the very childish expression on his lover's face. Hiroki couldn't resist and gave in to his temptation.

Nowaki felt the couch cushions shift and before he could turn and regard his lover, he felt Hiroki lean back against him with his knees drawn up, using the side of Nowaki's shoulder and arm as a backrest. And though Hiroki was once again studying his book, Nowaki knew the fact that he adjusted his place of seating was a casual and small offering of consolation, proving that Hiro-san indeed was not ignoring him and had the same awareness of Nowaki as Nowaki had of him.

It wasn't the kind of position Nowaki would have liked to have them in (an image of his beloved Hiro-san nestled into his lap, while staring up at him popped into his head) but as the saying went, beggars couldn't be choosers. Nonetheless, Nowaki could not let go of the heart-tugging feeling he felt now without somehow conveying it to his Hiro-san – so he impulsively ran a hand through those brown locks of his lover, while gently wounding an arm around Hiroki's sternum.

And so continued their lazy afternoon...

A/N: What can I say? Internationally moving sucks...majorly.

Okay, I get the feeling that you guys really want to see me continue the rest of Hiroki's day on his birthday, but initially, I had only planned those first 2 chapters. So, I thought some and racked my brains and came up with a few ideas and it has now sort of become a never-ending day for Hiroki...sort of. Meanwhile, this piece is offered as a brief reprieve.

Anyways, feel free to comment and tell me you guy's thoughts on this bit of a moment in their life. Thanks!