Titolo: But You Didn’t
Personaggi: Hiro Hamada/(implied) Tadashi Hamada
Genere: malinconico
Avvertimenti: spoiler (per il film se qualcuno non l’ha ancora visto), death, incest, in inglese
Parole: 597
Note: Il prompt era "...but you didn't", e ho colto subito il riferimento: è una poesia di Merrill Glass (o almeno è il nome che figura su Google D:) che ha fatto il giro dell'internet (o di tumblr, comunque) perché è una cosa tristissima da spezzare il cuore y_y (grazie tante phoenix_bellamy per il prompt eh >A<), e quindi ho preso il concetto generale e l'ho applicato alla Hidashi perché sono una peccatrice merda dentro. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ può essere considerato uno spin-off? Comunque l'ispirazione per la struttura e per il finale e le ripetizioni è quella.
Aunt Cass once told me that when I was born, you were jealous of all the affection I was getting, you said you didn't like me, and you said you would never love me, you even threatened to never share your toys with me, but you didn't. We actually played a lot together.
When we were testing our new skates and I hurt myself doing a trick you told me was too dangerous, you said you would tell her it was my fault, but I begged you not to because I would get scolded and miss cartoons for an entire week maybe, you turned around and said, "no, I will definitely tell her now." But you didn't. She assumed it was your fault, and you got scolded and grounded instead of me.
When I began toying around with bots, to bring them to the bot fights and get some cash, you warned me a lot of times that it was going to be dangerous, that you were going to tell Aunt Cass, but you didn't, you never did. You were always there to get me out of trouble.
The first time we kissed it was on accident, we were both embarrassed, hell bent on not bringing it up again, and I tried to forget about it but you didn't. You looked at me in a different way, you wanted to do it again, and one time I had a nightmare, crawled to your bed while outside it was dark and raining, I snuggled against your body. It was warm, maybe you stank a little but it was fine... when you woke up you found me there and I was afraid you would send me back to my own bed but you didn't, you held me and kissed my head, my cheek, my lips, and said, "it's going to be alright."
And then I met Baymax, your project for years, I was so impressed. It was a masterpiece. When you said it was going to help a lot of people, I believed it and thought, 'my brother is amazing'. I realized my battle bots were just trinkets, that their function was just ludic and we both had a gift. I thought you were going to say you did the best out of both of us, but you didn't. You encouraged me instead, brought me to the San Fransokyo Institute of Technology, got me to meet your student friends and Professor Callaghan, showed me just how many useful things could be done with our smarts. It opened a world for me. It planted something in my mind. I wanted to do something amazing for people and technology as well.
But my idea for micro-bots was great as well. While I was testing it for a second I thought you would try and tell me 'how it's done', but you didn't, you trusted me to do it right and mostly kept out of it, minding your own business.
Yesterday we went to the Exhibit with all my micro-bots, I was so nervous I felt sick, but to try and make me feel better you whispered in my ear that whatever the outcome, after it was done we would go back home and you would treat me to something special. After I won the first prize - which I was over the moon about, so happy that I showed all my teeth for minutes, I was so eager to go back to our room, and I thought you were going to kiss me again like those first times.
But you didn't.
Titolo: no such thing as too much sugar!
Personaggi: Haruka Nanase/Nagisa Hazuki
Fandom: Free!
Genere: fluff, slice of life
Avvertimenti: plot? what plot?
Parole: 652
Note: questo l'ho promptato la tailofstars ;OOOO; <3 e l'ho dovuto fillare perché insomma, era harugisa. E ci sono pochi pairing che amo atm quanto la harugisa. Bless the harugisa. ;3333;
Haruka si dice che forse ha commesso un errore quando ha accettato la proposta di Nagisa di girare per Iwatobi travestiti uno da vampiro - Haruka, ovviamente - e uno da strega - per esclusione, quello è proprio il più giovane, che si è lamentato per almeno cinque minuti perché sua madre e Rei, praticamente due mamme, hanno insistito in uno sforzo congiunto di fargli portare dei pantaloni, invece del vestito con la gonna che voleva mettersi. Anche se il vestito era più carino. L'obiettivo era canticchiare "dolcetto o scherzetto" di casa in casa, cosa che Haruka si è rifiutato di fare tutta la sera, ma per vedere i sorrisi del suo amico tutto saltellante e forse un po' malizioso, è valsa la pena di farsi guardare come fosse un po' troppo grande per cose del genere... cosa che effettivamente è vera.
Però finché Nagisa si diverte ed è felice, prenderebbe tutti gli insulti del mondo, perché i sorrisi onesti, quelli veri, sono una cosa preziosa, e l'onestà con cui il piccolo biondo si insinua nei cuori delle persone è l'arma più potente che abbia mai visto, più potente delle sfide di Rin, persino più potente dei sorrisi di Makoto, e quando li rivolge ad Haruka, quello si ritrova sempre a sorridere di rimando. Dentro di sé, perlomeno, ma Nagisa è anche capace di vedere l'onestà di quella gentilezza che pochi si danno la pena di cercare in occhi blu oceano che basterebbe osservare solo un momento per capire che sotto una espressione incolore c'è un universo. E quindi entrambi hanno sorriso tutta la sera, chi dentro e chi fuori, e forse tutte le persone che hanno visitato hanno visto che si trattava solo di due ragazzini che volevano passare una bella serata insieme a mangiare caramelle. E quindi ne hanno ottenute un bel pacco pieno, talmente pieno che una volta arrivati a casa di Haruka per contarle, Nagisa si è messo a squittire per l'eccitazione perché 'ho zucchero per un mese!'
"Okay, ma non mangiamole tutte stasera," Haruka si raccomanda, aprendo il sacchetto e cercando qualcosa che gli possa piacere. Sfortunatamente, caramelle allo sgombro ancora non ce n'è. Ma dovrebbero esistere, secondo lui.
L'errore è avere acceso la televisione e fatto zapping finché non hanno trovato un bel film dell'orrore pieno di sangue e budella che volavano in modo praticamente comico, cosa che ha divertito tantissimo Nagisa. Perché quello, forse incosciente di quante caramelle abbia mangiato, ora si ritrova a rotolare per terra rantolando per il mal di pancia.
"Cosa succede?" Si lamenta, tutto infagottato su se stesso.
"Hai mangiato troppe caramelle," Haruka risponde diretto, cosa che fa mugugnare l'altro.
"Non esiste il concetto di troppe caramelle, Haru-chan!" L'altro borbotta, ma continua anche a mugolare con suoni quasi da fantasma, finché Haruka decide di prendergli un braccio e farlo sedere di nuovo sul divano, gli fa segno di rimanere lì e poi si dirige in cucina, mentre l'altro osserva incuriosito, momentaneamente distratto dai dolori.
Haruka torna poco dopo con una tisana calda e una coperta, le piazza sul tavolino di fronte alla tv e, con più affezione di quanta vorrebbe, gli avvolge la copertina sulle spalle, per poi sedersi di nuovo. Nagisa sbatte le palpebre, sorpreso, ma poi sorride come ha fatto tutta la sera, ma questa volta con un calore e una gratitudine nuovi. In un colpo solo, tira l'amico contro di sé, e avvolge anche lui nel caldo abbraccio del cotone, per poi dare un delicato buffetto con la testa contro il suo petto. Haruka gli rivolge un lieve sorriso di rimando, afferra la tazza in qualche modo rimanendo sotto la coperta, per poi porgergliela.
"Bevi," gli dice piano, e Nagisa annuisce. Mentre sorseggia, Haruka si assicura di afferrare il sacchetto di caramelle e metterlo da parte dove le braccia di Nagisa non possano arrivare. Ne ha avute abbastanza per oggi. Dopotutto, però, non è stato affatto un errore.
Titolo: La febbre
Personaggi: Rei Ryuugazaki/Nagisa Hazuki
Genere: fluff, slice of life
Avvertimenti: plot? what plot?, in inglese
Parole: 1668
Note: E questo non ricordo chi me l'ha promptato. Comunque è reigisa, ed è fluffosa com'è giusto che sia.
Nagisa is usually the kind of kid that a calm, collected person who likes other calm, collected people would not like. Especially when he is healthy, which amounts to... roughly 365 days a year. And for the entire year, Rei has given up to the idea of having Nagisa’s voice in his ears almost all day. He can live with that, and he has gotten to the point where he honestly would not have it any other way.
Today, however, he does not see him. He scans through the classroom just as the bell for the first period rings, wondering just where Nagisa-kun might be.
He whips his phone out, exceptionally since he never does in school - the teacher might catch him and he hates getting scolded - and composes a quick text. "Hello, Nagisa-kun, where are you? Are you alright?"
Just as the lesson begins and the minutes begin to flow, a single vibration happens in his pocket, which makes him check anxiously for a reply.
"Not really... I have a fever and I'm feeling really hot Rei-chan! You should touch my forehead and feel it, like you could boil an egg on it! ( ;´Д`)" is the text that comes almost right after.
Oh, that explains it. Rei tries to remember how Nagisa could have gotten a fever... and he has a theory on why as well.
Yesterday Nagisa was insisting so much to go eat lunch on the school’s roof ‘because the sky looks nice today and the air is so fresh!’ so eventually Rei gave up on trying to make him change his mind. After all, when his best friend puts his mind to something, there is virtually nothing able to persuade him otherwise. It was cold, but Nagisa did not let that fight him off the roof either.
Even when he began trembling and Rei scooped closer to try and keep him warm, trying to convince him, he still wanted to stay there. Why, though, he had no idea.
The moment it began raining, Nagisa finally allowed Rei to bring him in, disgruntled, but it was probably too late, and the fever had just planted a seed. He prefers to think in those terms, instead of thinking of the possible causes to a response of the hypothalamus making the body temperature rise.
Especially because it cannot actually help with the situation of Nagisa showing red cheeks, runny nose, glassy eyes and general exhausted look after Rei shows up at his door.
“Hi, Dei-chan,” he chirps feebly, sniffles and offers a pained little smile while all wrapped up in a tight, soft duvet, wearing a pair of big slippers. “Cobe in,” he adds stepping aside.
That sight makes Rei’s heart clench, and his instinct to protect the other awakens, but he keeps at a careful distance while entering his home. So this is where Nagisa lives.
The place is quite big, but somehow as cozy as a small wooden country house would feel. As soon as the door is closed, Nagisa slides quietly to the living room, while Rei takes his shoes off and wears a pair of slippers by the door, and lets himself in.
“I brought you today’s notes,” he says after excusing himself, and Nagisa hums, as he plops down on the sofa where he clearly spent the entire morning.
“How was sgool?” He asks, sniffling again. That sound, Rei thinks while laying the bunch of notes down on a stool by the sofa, will keep him company all afternoon… if Nagisa doesn’t demand he stays the night too. After all, he wouldn’t put it beyond the blond to call a sleepover with the excuse of wanting some company through the illness.
Rei thinks about it for a few seconds.
“Quiet,” he replies eventually. It actually felt very quiet, almost surreal, to be able to sit through an entire school day without being interrupted by a joke or a prank or incessant chatter from behind his seat. And the worst part is, he isn’t sure he’s glad about it.
“Mmm,” Nagisa hums, curling up tighter in himself. “Hey, Rei-chan, could you get me some water please?” He responds, pointing to a glass sitting on the living room table where a dirty plate and a mug with some residues of tea also lie empty.
So Rei decides to wash them, after picking the glass up, and carefully goes for the kitchen, where everything is perfectly clean and spotless. He mentally compares it to the state of the living room, with at least two other blankets lying lifeless, torn up snack wraps and various spots of dirt on the little table where Nagisa obviously just ate. He also deduces that nobody else is home.
“While you’re there, could you grab a snack from the fridge?” Nagisa asks from the living room, with a little croaky voice. Rei frowns, but fills the glass up and opens the fridge, analyzing the products inside.
Junk. Junk everywhere. Sweets, caramel bars, cream puffs, cake, ice-cream, no fruits or salad in sight. His eyes go wide, and he closes the fridge too horrified to speak. He trots to the living room, screeching, “you have nothing but unhealthy things in the fridge! Who does the grocery shopping?”
Nagisa sniffles at him, and then shrugs.
“I did it yesterday.”
“And you only bought sweets?” Rei asks, already exasperated.
“…Yes?” Nagisa answers, blinking as a silent question for what’s the point.
“Oh, Nagisa-kun…” Rei sighs, putting the glass down and massaging his temples. “You can’t eat only sweets, it’s bad for you!”
“But they’re delicious!” Nagisa protests.
The other puffs air out, staring at his best friend with an incredulous air.
Nagisa, as a response, pats the spot on the sofa next to him, with a smile. “Let’s watch sobe tv!” He proposes, waving the remote. From the way things are disposed, Rei thinks someone must have settled things in the room so that Nagisa has all he needs or, better yet, wants, at arm’s reach. He really is spoiled, is Rei’s conclusion.
But he elects to sit and keep Nagisa some company, before being psychologically wrestled into staying and forbidden to leave. Nagisa is a good kid, but Rei is convinced he knows just how convincing he can be, and he takes full advantage of it.
Ten minutes into an absolutely ridiculous tv show, and Rei feels a nudge to his shoulder. As he looks at it, he sees Nagisa’s head leaning on his own shoulder, and it wobbles a little as a soft yawn comes out from the small wrapped up figure. It warms his heart in a strange way, to see Nagisa so quiet, all collected and calm, with a soft appearance, that Rei instinctively wraps an arm around him, and holds him closer.
Nagisa blinks, looking up at him, then sniffles.
“Dei-chan?” He whispers.
A wave of self-consciousness hits Rei, forcing him to release the other.
“Ah, sorry, I thought you were cold,” he justifies himself, a bit awkwardly.
“Oh… no, it’s okay, do it again,” Nagisa replies promptly, with a soft smile as he leans into him and relaxes again. This time, Rei also lets his defense down, and surrounds Nagisa’s shoulders with his arm again. This time, the other just hums comfortably, and soon enough his eyes drop close, before beginning to snore. As soon as he does, Rei takes a better look at him, all huddled up in a pink soft blanket with stars and rabbits on it, and thinks it’s definitely unfair just howendearing his friend looks even when he should look horrible and repulsive.
“Dei-chan, let me climb on that mushroom,” he slurs out in his sleep, and Rei smiles as he tries to imagine just what his friend might possibly be dreaming about. Maybe some adventures during a camp trip together in the woods?
The afternoon passes by quietly and peacefully, with Nagisa waking up on the regular, asking for something to drink, switching channels and falling back into sleep soon after, lying down on the sofa or with his head on Rei’s lap, or just sitting. The fever must have exhausted him, Rei thinks with a pinch of worry.
As soon as it gets dark outside, though, Rei starts worrying about going back home. He needs to study… but Nagisa grabs his wrist as soon as he stands and starts to prepare himself to go out.
“Whede are you going?” He asks, a bit anxiously.
“I need to go home…” Rei replies, sighing when he sees the other’s face sadden.
“No, don’t go… sleep here tonight,” Nagisa begs. “I’m all alone today and I don’t like sleeping alone… Please?” He chirps, looking miserable, and Rei wonders where the illness starts, where the purity ends, and just how plain spoilt Nagisa is. But his eyes are so big and so honest, it would break his heart to say no, even though he perfectly knows those feelings are irrational and indeed he has to study.
“Fine,” he gives in, eventually. “But we’ll sleep soon and tomorrow I’m going to school,” he adds as a condition, without any intention on giving in on any of the two points.
“Okay,” Nagisa replies, visibly happier, before snuggling again into Rei’s figure, with his eyes drooping again now that he’s sure someone will be there when he wakes up.
Honestly…, Rei thinks, trying to be exasperated, but he cannot help a small smile. Especially because he never saw Nagisa’s home and he is probably the only one in their circle of friends who did. That, in all honesty, makes him sort of proud. It must mean he is special, after all. And even though he’s not one to be after that sort of selfish feelings, it makes his core warm up a bit. But after all, that happens so often when it comes to Nagisa.
Even when he blatantly ignores one of Rei’s conditions and it ends up with them going to sleep at midnight.