I Never Noticed
I Never Noticed
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normal\'>I Never Noticed
It was quiet inside the restaurant – had been for the last
half an hour, in fact – though Kawamura was not alone.
silently. Bemused but not expectantly
and that knowledge is what allowed Kawamura to continue on with his work
without feeling as though he had to speak in order to entertain his guest.
not the sort of person who needed to be entertained as he would, invariably,
find something to occupy his brilliant mind without Kawamura ever having to
offer something up first.
“Hm.”
mused, just loudly enough that Kawamura heard him.
face open and questioning – his eyes kind and unable to conceal the interest
there. Kawamura did not, and would
probably never, possess that enigmatic something that might assist him in
concealing his feelings and thoughts.
perfected that particular ability to an art form.
“Fujiko?”
easily and tilted his head a bit.
“You’ve improved so much lately.”
Kawamura ducked his head, blushing faintly.
it’s good that I have something to show for it, ne?”
forward, elbows on the counter. “I
noticed.”
Kawamura looked up again.
It was, always, hard to look intently at
was looking directly into the sun. That
was the day he’d lost his heart to Fuji Shuusuke.
couldn’t speak of it.
“I can’t say that I wish I didn’t have to.”
arranged rice balls on a lacquered, black platter.
eyes. Kawamura covered them up quickly.
silently. “I know, Taka-san.
Kawamura placed a small china plate crowded to the edges
with
of him. “Even if you didn’t, you’d never
say so, Fujiko-chan.”
He colored faintly, as he always did when he used that name with
Kawamura slid the plastic container toward him.
“How could I complain, Taka-san?
When you take such good care of me?”
Kawamura laughed, taking off the plastic gloves he wore to
rub nervously at the back of his neck.
“I don’t think plying you with wasabi can be
considered ‘taking good care of you’,
brow in question, blue eyes incredibly, breathtakingly visible to
Kawamura. “I disagree.
Kawamura watched silently for a few moments as
picked at the contents of his plate. He
realized, for what had to be the millionth time since they’d met, that he could
watch
consider turning his gaze someplace else.
It made his chest ache, to think of
and know that the eccentric boy would never be normal\'>his.
“Ne, Taka-san?”
prompted before popping a rice ball into his mouth.
Kawamura blinked.
something?”
tiny cup of hot tea that Kawamura proffered and nodded.
adore…wasabi.”
There was no mistaking the insinuation in
tone – Kawamura, for all his desperate, unrequited adoration, knew precisely
how wicked
“I…I…” He fumbled
over whatever he’d been intending to say – to
own thorough amusement – and, ultimately, blurted out the first thing that came
to his mind, despite his determination not
to mention Tezuka-buchou.
today?”
head as though he couldn’t possibly
imagine why Kawamura would bring up Tezuka when they
were so obviously talking about normal\'>wasabi.
Kawamura’s cheeks turned an incredibly satisfying shade of
scarlet and
from beneath casually mussed bangs. “I
haven’t. Are you thinking of
tone of voice contradicted his words which only served to embarrass Kawamura
that much more. It seemed that
alone possessed the ability to fluster him this way.
no, Fujiko! I just…I assumed…”
He trailed off helplessly, shoulders slumping in
defeat. He was out of his league with
Fuji Shuusuke – he knew he always would be.
that he’d hidden his feelings from
secret. Kawamura wondered why he
continued to torture himself this way.
“I’m sorry,
lowered. “I guess you know what I
meant.”
sipping his tea slowly. “Yes.
funny, that’s all.”
Kawamura sighed, turning to tidy up his mess and wash his
hands. As much as he loved
– admired him – it was time to let the fantasy die and focus on the wonderful
friendship the tensai offered him.
have to do. That
found his embarrassing crush amusing was proof enough where Kawamura stood in
the grand scheme of things. “Yes.
Kawamura dried his hands thoroughly, startling when
soft voice drifted to him just over his shoulder.
“Where am I today, Taka-san?”
Kawamura glanced over his shoulder, turning slowly when
gaze held him pinned where he stood.
“You…you’re right here, Fujiko.”
He whispered, cheeks darkening when it became apparent that his good
sense had closed up shop and absconded with his voice.
forward, crowding Kawamura against the sink, nudging him into the shadows.
Kawamura licked his lips, hoping beyond all reason that the
sudden rush that Fuji’s proximity induced didn’t cause him to pass out and hit
his head on the sink. “I…You…”
misinterpreted as a simple, friendly gesture if only it hadn’t been for that
“Taka.”
sliding up to grip the back of the taller boy’s neck.
“Yes?” He whispered.
playing over the short hair at the back of Kawamura’s neck.
here. Do you?”
Kawamura shook his head quickly.
heart. “Do you know why?”
Kawamura’s eyes widened.
He was certain, more certain than he’d ever been in his life, that
could feel his heart racing. “Because he
doesn’t like anyone watching him eat?”
to see. “He knows we wouldn’t watch
him.”
Kawamura swallowed hard, palms sweating when he lifted one hand
to awkwardly stroke
hair. His eyelashes fluttered and he had
to bite back the moan that hovered just on his lips.
was like touching an angel – something anyone would die to do, but doubted
they’d ever get the chance. “I wouldn’t
watch him.” He promised, the look in his
eyes already confessing all the secrets his lips never could.
tiptoes, eyes closing as he pressed his mouth to Kawamura’s, the palm of his
hand hot against Kawamura’s chest. Arms
sliding around the smaller boy’s waist, Kawamura held him close, tilting his
head to make this kiss an easy one to take in the hopes that
would want to take another.
And another.
softly, his smaller body warm and pliant when Kawamura coaxed his mouth open
for a kiss of quite a different persuasion.
grasp the material of Kawamura’s shirt and he parted his lips easily, happy to
allow Kawamura this liberty – since he’d begun to wonder if the timid boy would
ever take the hint and do so on his own.
Fuji made some soft, entreating sound low in his throat and
Kawamura responded with a faintly disbelieving whimper of his own and all too
soon they were clinging to one another, sharing breath between urgent, honest
kisses while Fuji did his best to show Kawamura just where his interest truly
lay.
After several long moments, Kawamura
pulled back, panting softly and not at all willing to let the moment slip away
from him. “Shuusuke…”
leaning up to rub the tip of his nose against Kawamura’s.
here when the restaurant is closed.”
Kawamura rubbed
back, reveling in the feel of his friend’s soft, sweet body against his
own. It was more than he’d ever dared to
dream about for fear of his own heart breaking when his desire became too
great.
“I was going to buy you a watch for Christmas.”
against Kawamura, then, cheek pressed against the taller boy’s solid
warmth. He had always made
feel so protected, so cherished – even when he’d been trying not to.
“Get it for Tezuka instead.”
this sweetness as he could before the restaurant opened for the evening.
Kawamura blinked, confused.
“For Tezuka?
need a watch for?” Tezuka
was the promptest individual Kawamura knew, with the exception of Oishi – and
any tardiness of Oishi’s was almost always a direct
result of one Kikumaru Eiji.
cheek against Kawamura’s shirt, hugging him in silent contentment.
Kawamura was silent for a long moment as the meaning behind
words sank in. But then he felt the
smaller boy’s hand slide over his hip and he pushed Tezuka
and Atobe and Oishi and Eiji whatever issues they
might have completely out of his mind.
Fuji Shuusuke was holding onto him like he
never wanted to let go. No revelation
could rival that.
“I’ve been an idiot,
blue gaze so intent on his own that Kawamura felt his breath catch.
cheek, smiled and twined their fingers together as the sun’s last rays
reflected red and orange in the restaurant’s single window.
and took nothing away from the look in his eyes.
knew love when he saw it.
“I did.