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8:26 PM
⇨ Regret
Oneshot – 536 words
Matsumoto Jun/Inoue Mao
Matsumoto Jun doesn't regret many things.
He's the type of guy that thinks before he acts; before almost every action, he has thought of every possible consequence and his retaliation for those said consequences. But when it comes to his girlfriend Inoue Mao... he has done many things he didn't assess.
One was, of course, asking her out. After filming Hana Yori Dango Final, asking her out on a date was a spur of the moment thing. They were drinking into the night with the rest of the cast and the crew members, celebrating the end of the nation's then favourite series. Mao had acted strong as usual, accepting every drink that was offered to her. Jun kept his drinking to a minimum, knowing full well that she can't handle her liquor, wouldn't be able to drive home, and that he'd like to be the one to take care of her. Sure enough, a little past 2:30am, the inevitable happened.
"Mao-chan, you're drunk and falling asleep," Matsuda Shota observed and stated, his words slightly slurred. "I think someone should... like... drive you home."
"I'll do it," Jun quickly piped up before anyone else could.
"No, no, it's okay... I can... take a cab or something..." Mao slowly replied as she swayed in her chair and attempted to stand up. Jun rushed to her side to assist. He nodded his goodbye and his thanks to everyone before he grabbed Mao's arm and put it on his shoulder, supporting her as they walk to his car.
At the start of the drive home, it was silent, save for Mao's breathy chuckles. Around halfway through though, she started talking.
"Jun-kun... you're such a good kisser," she giggled, poking his cheek with her index finger. His eyes widened at her surprising remark, and the touch of her skin that felt as electric as always.
He could feel his cheeks fire up as her finger glided towards his lips, caressing them softly. "Such soft lips..." she whispered. Then she poked his cheeks twice more and giggled again, just as Jun pulled into her driveway.
"We're here Mao-chan..." he turned to her, looking at her half-closed eyes that were threatening to fall asleep at any moment. She lazily smiled at him and curtly bowed her head. "Thanks for taking me home..."
"It's alright," Jun waved her thanks, got out of the car and opened the car door for her. She clumsily got out, and Jun walked her to her door. Mao bit her lip, feeling unusually warm and flushed as she bowed for the last time. Turning her back on him, she unlocked her front door and opened it.
As she stepped inside and looked at him, smiling as she had one hand on the door, about to close it at any second, Jun can feel his heart wishing to jump out of his chest. "Ano... Mao-chan!" he took a step forward. Her eyes slightly widened. "1pm on Sunday, Ebizu Garden Place by the clock tower..." There was a short silence before she giggled, nodded and said, "Oyasumi, Jun-kun," before she closed the door. Jun did not, and still does not, regret this impulsive action.
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21 February, 2011
9:05 PM
⇨ Hamburgers and guitars
Oneshot – 445 words Ninomiya Kazunari/OC Ninomiya opens the door to his home, where his girlfriend awaits, most likely cooking something inedible in the kitchen. “Tadaima!” he loudly cries out, and like always, she rushes to him in her rainbow-coloured apron, a wooden spoon with some sort of sauce dripping out from it onto the floor in her right hand, and dark black hair messily tied up in a bun with a ribbon. “Okaeri!” she grins widely. Nino carefully takes off his shoes and arranges them in the entrance. He then leans in, closes his eyes, and expects the kiss he always gets from her when he gets home. Yet instead, what he tastes is what must be the sauce leaking from her spoon. “Yummy?” she asks, eyes wide with anticipation. He licks his lips. “…No. Thank God I picked up hamburgers from the konbini,” he replies, grabbing a handful of tissues from the nearest table as he walked past her, and wipes the small pool of disgusting sauce near her feet. “WHAT? It can’t be that bad…” “You taste it then,” he challenges her, pushing the spoon nearer her. She just pouts, and storms back into the kitchen. In five minutes, she gives up on her cooking, and gives in when Nino hands her a hamburger. After talking about their day, Nino gets his guitar out of its case, and starts playing the notes to an Arashi song. They always play this game – he wants to know how good she is at recognizing his group’s songs, even those that are pretty old. “Ah! Typhoon Generation!” she jumps up after getting the answer. He stops playing to clap. She beams, and sits back down to listen to the next round’s notes. However, Nino just resumes playing Typhoon Generation. He even starts singing the words of the chorus. “Huh? Next round!” she complains. His eyebrows furrowed. “You don’t wanna listen to me singing you a song?!” he retorts back. “Typhoon Generation’s a goodbye song… I don’t wanna listen to you singing break-up songs to me!” Nino puts away his guitar, and comes closer to her, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor. He pushes his head into her lap, and she stretches her legs on the floor so his head can comfortably rest on her thighs. He closes his eyes, and she tousles his soft fringe. He sighs after a few minutes. “If I don’t play it for you now, then you’ll never hear me play it.” “Eh? Why?” she asks, confused. When they started dating, didn’t he promise it would be for forever? He sits up, cups her right cheek, and kisses her gently. “Because I’ll never break up with you.” - end -
23 July, 2010
7:04 PM
⇨ Pineapples and gravity
Oneshot – 763 words Matsumoto Jun/Inoue Mao Eleven out of thirteen were declared by Mao. The last one was five days ago, and they got back together four days and twenty-two hours ago. Jun laughs heartily, resting his head on the cool side of the bathtub and stretching his legs. Warm water splashes around his thighs and he feels the vibration of his voice echo throughout his body. “Baka!” Mao throws a wooden spoon at him and shouts from her side of the kitchen counter. Jun paces to his left to barely miss the flying object and hold his hands up in the air. “Mao-chan…” “I tell you everything,” her brows furrow even deeper and she points at him menacingly. “Everything, Jun! Do you know how stupid you make me feel?” “Mao, it was a sudden change, okay? The script changed and I didn’t know until we had to start shooting!” Jun bites his lip to stop himself from smiling. It isn’t rare to get Mao mad, and he admits that he does it for fun sometimes, but it’s because his girlfriend was just so incredibly cute. He loved her more than anything in the world. “I hate you,” Mao lowly whispers and storms out of the kitchen. Jun sighs. Maybe it was that time of the month. Mao usually doesn’t get this angry (as in, “I hate you” angry) because of an onscreen kiss. Jun hears their bedroom door smash shut… and then her faint sobs. After a few minutes, her childish scream reaches his ears, “We’re breaking up, baka!” He stands up and pulls on the plug, staying still as he watches the water swirl around and around the drain, emptying the white porcelain tub. He steps out and wipes his feet on the rug, tugs on a towel hooked on the wall and wraps it around his waist. He grabs another towel and starts to rub his dark hair. “…tto zutto wasurenai sora…” Her singing voice – which is rare for she dislikes to sing around him – reaches him and gets louder and louder. Jun turns to the door just as the knob rotates and the door opens. Mao steps in and lets out a small gasp, and Jun smirks in amusement as he watches her eyes widen, and then dart up and down his body. A deep shade of crimson spread across her cheeks, and he raises an eyebrow. She shuffles her feet out, not taking her eyes off of him for even a millisecond, and closes the door after her. “Sorry,” he hears her squeak in a few seconds. “No, you can come in!” Jun raises his voice with a slight teasing tone. “Baka!” He lets out a chuckle and gets himself completely dry before getting out and dressing himself in their bedroom. Jun can hear Mao’s slow chopping in the kitchen. He adores how she tries to cook, even though she was just so bad. She doesn’t let him in the kitchen because he knows he’s a better cook. He wears a white t-shirt and his most comfortable pair of pants before walking over to her. Her eyes were focused on the carrot in front of her, and Jun can tell how hard she was biting her lower lip in concentration. “Want me to do it?” She ignores him and continues on. In a few seconds, she releases the knife from her hand and sighs. “Fine. It’s just chopping anyway.” They end up ordering pizza for dinner and cuddle on the sofa, feeding each other their crusts and pineapples – Jun doesn’t like crusts and Mao doesn’t like pineapples. “You know what,” Mao chews on her food as she talks. Jun actually finds it endearing. She takes a pineapple piece from her pizza and pops it in his mouth. “I kind of miss school. Physics was my favourite subject,” she tells him. “I didn’t know that. Why?” “Don’t you think gravity’s interesting? There’s a force out there keeping us down on the ground.” Jun wants to roll his eyes and comment on how he doesn’t like Physics, but knows he’d be called a baka for it. So instead, he sits closer to her and catches her eye. She looks right back at him. Jun leans down and captures her lips. In an instant, Mao feels an object pass by her teeth, and when she accidentally bites into it, she realizes it is a pineapple. “What’s gravity for when I’m already falling for you?” He kisses her again and feels her mouth curl upwards into a smile. - end -
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