[HK] Obento, PG, Humor, Akiha/Umeda

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Title: Obento
Fandom: HanaKimi
Pairing: Akiha/Umeda
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.

Umeda’s day started out badly and is only getting worse.
[Spun-off from the 100-word drabble written previously, found here.]


This is for and blamed on ninjatrauma who is far too talented with writing Akiha and Umeda. This isn’t going to live up to yours, Becky.


Obento
by meitachi

He started off the day by throwing a raving Nakatsu out of the health room, the boy apparently deluded that Ashiya’s minor papercut would turn infectious and threaten her life. He then slammed the door on his nephew, who had come to drag Nakatsu away, only to open it moments later to sweetly call after him that he and his boyfriend had better be using protection.

Feeling slightly better (less homicidal at any rate), Umeda retreated to his desk to get some real work done. A smoke during his lunch break relieved the last of his tension until he returned to his office and discovered a grinning idiot waiting for him. “GET OUT,” he demanded, and Akiha ignored him, kissing him enthusiastically until he snarled and wished for a plant to throw. Grabbing the moron by the front of his shirt and deepening the kiss was the next best thing, he supposed.

It did give him an opportunity to back Akiha, unawares, out of the office, and then slam the door on him. Then he locked it, uncaring of any poor student attempting to find aid. If they were stupid enough to have gotten hurt in the first place…

Then he groaned, cursing his conscience, and unlocked the door, but made sure to sit at an angle where he’d have the advantage with the heavy medical textbook so conveniently at his elbow.

It was when Akiha climbed through the window that Umeda realized he’d forgotten to factor in the great stupidity and persistence of his stalker.

“Go to work,” he snarled, keeping his foot planted firmly on Akiha’s stomach and keeping him from touching distance. “Go to lunch. Go get fucking plastered, for all I care, just get out. I’m at work, you idiot.”

Akiha only beamed at him. “But doesn’t senpai want company?”

“NO.”

“I brought senpai lunch~” he sang, pulling a bento from behind his back and displaying it proudly. “Because I know senpai doesn’t like cafeteria food.” The delight in his eyes was obvious as he attempted to set it down on the desk.

Umeda’s foot stopped him. “I don’t want it,” Umeda said flatly, glaring. “Leave.”

Akiha’s expression dimmed, his gaze finding Umeda’s. “But,” he faltered, arm lowering, looking hesitant, “I just thought senpai would enjoy a good lunch…” Fully sobering at the unwavering glare, he dropped his gaze. “Nevermind. I’ll go then.” He backed away slowly, heading for the door, eyes downcast.

Shit. He hadn’t actually meant to—Not like that. Umeda expelled a long breath, irritated with himself, with Akiha, and with the whole damned world for conspiring against him. “You can leave the lunch,” he ordered.

Akiha’s whole posture visibly brightened. “Senpai!” he cried. “I knew you cared!”

God, why was he such a sap? Umeda crossed his arms. “No need to let good food go to waste,” he snapped. He watched with foreboding as Akiha make toward the desk, dropping off the bento and pulling out…another one?

“I made one for myself too!” the idiot said happily, “So I could keep senpai company while he ate!”

“THAT WAS NOT AN INVITATION FOR YOU TO STAY,” Umeda snarled. But nothing could stop his self-invited guest now, cheerfully going on about how he knew senpai would let him stay because senpai was just so sweet that way, deep down where it mattered, but you could see it if you knew him well enough like Akiha did—Umeda had to resist the urge to hang himself, or better yet, hang the chattering moron sitting across from him.

At least, he thought grudgingly, the bento wasn’t half-bad. It was the only consolation.

A rather poor one, he thought irately, as Akiha attempted to feed him a piece of sushi.

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Notes: I will sit here and cringe a lot now. Don’t mind me.

Started/Finished: 06.03.05
Edited: 06.05.05