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chineseinkTitle: Days of Moments
Fandom: Here is Greenwood
Pairing: Shinobu/Mitsuru
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Shinobu, Mitsuru, a day, and a night.
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0sweet_tart0's birthday.
Days of Moments
bymeitachi
Mitsuru’s eyes flicked up when he heard the sound of a lighter catching. “There’s a ‘no smoking’ rule in the dorm, you know,” he said, watching his roommate bring the cigarette to his lips.
Shinobu glanced over at him from where he was leaning beside the window, opened a crack to let the smoke escape. “There’s also a ‘no hazing’ policy,” he replied mildly, after a long drag. “Along with ‘no gambling’ and ‘no alcohol.’” He locked his gaze with Mitsuru’s.
The blond broke the stare, rolling over until he was on his back in Shinobu’s bed and crossing his arms behind his head. “Yeah, well,” he said, a grin flirting on his mouth, “there are none of those things. I couldn’t allow it as the head resident.”
Shinobu merely raised an eyebrow, looking faintly amused.
Mitsuru, still grinning, let the subject drop and continued flipping through his history textbook.
--
“Hasukawa,” Mitsuru said reprovingly, “you’re too skinny.” He looked severely at the redhead seated across from him at the table, hair mussed and giving off an air of not being fully awake yet.
He managed a glare though. “Whose fault is that?” Hasukawa snapped.
Mitsuru kept the path of his chopsticks from his bowl to his mouth rapid and uninterrupted. “Whatever are you implying?” he asked serenely. In the blink of an eye, he’d dipped his chopsticks in the younger boy’s bowl and retreated with a piece of fried tofu. He chewed, his smile edged with a glimmer of a smirk. “You’re just not fast enough.”
Hasukawa glared again and muttered something darkly under his breath.
“Isn’t the head resident supposed to set a good example?” Shinobu asked from beside Mitsuru.
“I’m teaching him survival skills. Besides,” added Mitsuru as he watched Shinobu help himself to part of Hasukawa’s breakfast, “who are you to talk, Mr. Student Council President?”
Shinobu turned smiled at him.
--
He was smoking again during the morning break. Mitsuru rounded the corner to the deserted side of the school’s west wing where Shinobu was leaning against the building, smoke trailing up to the sky from his mouth. Mitsuru watched the little clouds for awhile and then rested against the wall beside his roommate, both of them silent as they stood.
After a few minutes, Mitsuru reached up and removed the cigarette from Shinobu’s mouth, bringing it to his own lips and taking a drag. “This is against school policy,” he said carelessly, as he did every day.
“Hm,” replied Shinobu noncommittally.
Then Mitsuru began talking about his morning classes and the mistake Kiyakawa-sensei had made while lecturing and the antics his classmates had been up to, and Shinobu said nothing and listened.
--
“Senpai~!” Shun skidded to a halt in front of Shinobu and Mitsuru, tray in hand, hair still swinging behind him. He peered up at the upperclassmen and announced, “Suka-chan won’t be coming to lunch. Sensei made him stay after class to discuss his grades.” He followed as the other two boys began moving toward their table.
“Saa, what a pain,” sighed Mitsuru, setting his tray down and seating himself. “What a slacker, and after all I’ve taught him too!”
Shinobu glanced at him, smirking. “I guess you’re not as good of a tutor as you’d like to think.”
Mitsuru gave him annoyed look. “Take that back! I don’t see you helping Hasukawa.”
The smile was bland. “I have better things to do.”
Shun nodded. “Yeah, Shinobu-senpai’s in student council after all,” he pointed out helpfully. “They have lots of—“ he paused. “What exactly are you doing, senpai?” he asked Shinobu, frowning. “The student council hasn’t put out any—“
“Eat up, Shun,” said Shinobu easily, dropping a piece of teriyaki chicken in Shun’s bowl and interrupting his rambling.
Mitsuru hid a snicker.
--
“Oi, Mitsuru!” Furusawa greeted the dorm head as he headed up the stairs.
Mitsuru smiled at the third-year. “Yo, Furusawa-senpai,” he said, “Going out for a ride?” His eyes flicked up to the motorcycle the other boy was carrying on his shoulder.
“Yeah,” was the sheepish reply.
With a small wave of his hand, Mitsuru wished him a good time and continued up the stairs. “Break it up,” he told two boys in the hall engaged in an argument over who was going to pay what amount for the electric bill for the video game arcade in their room, and continued walking. Passing room 211, Mitsuru paused to glance inside—empty, with Hasukawa and Shun probably engaged in club activities—and then entered his own room.
He shut the door behind him and looked around. Shinobu was at a student council meeting, doing whatever unproductive things they always did, and Mitsuru had a few hours to himself.
Yawning, he crawled into Shinobu’s bed, closer than his own, and closed his eyes. A nap sounded good.
--
Shinobu looked at the blond on his bed and then at the clock. He shrugged. It shouldn’t be any of his business if his roommate missed dinner; it was his own fault anyway. Rising from his desk, where he’d been working for the past half hour, Shinobu headed towards the door.
There, he hesitated. After the student council meeting, which as usual had been a complete waste of time (his favorite kinds of meetings, actually, because he found accomplishing the school’s goals repulsive), he’d gone to library to check out a book for his history paper. The quiet room with study areas and shelf after shelf of books had brought back memories…of a certain roommate and their first year together.
The lure, the unexpected punch, the ferocity of Mitsuru’s belief that Shinobu should and could be a better person, that he should expect more from himself and from life… Teaching him that the “bad guy” could lose and it wasn’t worth it in the end.
Shinobu turned around and again let his gaze rest on the blond in his bed. His roommate…his friend… He crossed the room in a few strides and leaned down the shake Mitsuru’s shoulder. “Wake up,” he said, “it’s dinnertime.”
Mitsuru groaned and rolled over, cracking an eye open blearily. “Wha-?” he mumbled unintelligently.
“Dinner,” said Shinobu, straightening and looking into those violet eyes.
A yawn and then Mitsuru sat up, running a hand through his tousled hair. “Yeah?” he said, returning the gaze. Then he grinned tiredly and rubbed his eyes. “Thanks, Shinobu.” He stumbled out of bed and, stifling another yawn, followed his roommate out the door.
--
“You look like shit,” Hasukawa observed bluntly at dinner.
“What did I tell you about respecting your elders?” returned Mitsuru, attempting a half-hearted glare. He propped up his head on his hand. “Die.” A pair of chopsticks swung out across the table but Hasukawa ducked the swat easily.
“What have you been doing?” he asked, furrowing his brows and shooting a look at his senpai. “Terrorizing underclassmen?”
Mitsuru scowled. “You’re on clean-up duty tonight, Hasukawa.”
“What?”
Shinobu chuckled softly and set his chopsticks down, finished. “You shouldn’t provoke an already irritated bear, Hasukawa. It’s unwise.”
A pause. “Are you calling me a bear?” Mitsuru definitely had the irritated look down.
--
The night was cooler than the one previous and so the breeze that slipped in through the open window made Mitsuru shiver. He shut his textbook, giving up for the night, and shoved it under his pillow. He glanced over at Shinobu’s desk. “Are you done yet?”
The scratch of pen against paper answered him.
Sliding off his bunk, Mitsuru hit the floor with a thump and then padded, barefoot, across the room. “When are you going to bed?” he asked, leaning over the other boy’s shoulder. His gaze passed briefly over the neatly written essay before resting on Shinobu’s profile. “Oi.”
Shinobu turned his head and green eyes collided with violet. “Soon. I’m almost finished with the essay.”
Mitsuru moved closer. “Okay,” he said against Shinobu’s mouth, voice oddly soft. He backed off quickly, smiling his careless smile, and headed back towards the bunks. “Hurry up,” he added as he climbed into Shinobu’s bed. “It’s cold.”
With a nod, Shinobu turned back to his essay with a faint smile of his own.
--
Started/Finished: 06.07.05
Notes: As always, I’m uncertain with my writing, but with this series especially as it’s only my second fic for Shinobu & Mitsuru (and I adore them so). I’m also torn with whether I should portray the anime or the manga atmosphere and I think I ended up with a bit of both, so it might seem a little incongruent… Anyhow, feedback appreciated.
Fandom: Here is Greenwood
Pairing: Shinobu/Mitsuru
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Shinobu, Mitsuru, a day, and a night.
For
0sweet_tart0's birthday. Days of Moments
by
meitachiMitsuru’s eyes flicked up when he heard the sound of a lighter catching. “There’s a ‘no smoking’ rule in the dorm, you know,” he said, watching his roommate bring the cigarette to his lips.
Shinobu glanced over at him from where he was leaning beside the window, opened a crack to let the smoke escape. “There’s also a ‘no hazing’ policy,” he replied mildly, after a long drag. “Along with ‘no gambling’ and ‘no alcohol.’” He locked his gaze with Mitsuru’s.
The blond broke the stare, rolling over until he was on his back in Shinobu’s bed and crossing his arms behind his head. “Yeah, well,” he said, a grin flirting on his mouth, “there are none of those things. I couldn’t allow it as the head resident.”
Shinobu merely raised an eyebrow, looking faintly amused.
Mitsuru, still grinning, let the subject drop and continued flipping through his history textbook.
--
“Hasukawa,” Mitsuru said reprovingly, “you’re too skinny.” He looked severely at the redhead seated across from him at the table, hair mussed and giving off an air of not being fully awake yet.
He managed a glare though. “Whose fault is that?” Hasukawa snapped.
Mitsuru kept the path of his chopsticks from his bowl to his mouth rapid and uninterrupted. “Whatever are you implying?” he asked serenely. In the blink of an eye, he’d dipped his chopsticks in the younger boy’s bowl and retreated with a piece of fried tofu. He chewed, his smile edged with a glimmer of a smirk. “You’re just not fast enough.”
Hasukawa glared again and muttered something darkly under his breath.
“Isn’t the head resident supposed to set a good example?” Shinobu asked from beside Mitsuru.
“I’m teaching him survival skills. Besides,” added Mitsuru as he watched Shinobu help himself to part of Hasukawa’s breakfast, “who are you to talk, Mr. Student Council President?”
Shinobu turned smiled at him.
--
He was smoking again during the morning break. Mitsuru rounded the corner to the deserted side of the school’s west wing where Shinobu was leaning against the building, smoke trailing up to the sky from his mouth. Mitsuru watched the little clouds for awhile and then rested against the wall beside his roommate, both of them silent as they stood.
After a few minutes, Mitsuru reached up and removed the cigarette from Shinobu’s mouth, bringing it to his own lips and taking a drag. “This is against school policy,” he said carelessly, as he did every day.
“Hm,” replied Shinobu noncommittally.
Then Mitsuru began talking about his morning classes and the mistake Kiyakawa-sensei had made while lecturing and the antics his classmates had been up to, and Shinobu said nothing and listened.
--
“Senpai~!” Shun skidded to a halt in front of Shinobu and Mitsuru, tray in hand, hair still swinging behind him. He peered up at the upperclassmen and announced, “Suka-chan won’t be coming to lunch. Sensei made him stay after class to discuss his grades.” He followed as the other two boys began moving toward their table.
“Saa, what a pain,” sighed Mitsuru, setting his tray down and seating himself. “What a slacker, and after all I’ve taught him too!”
Shinobu glanced at him, smirking. “I guess you’re not as good of a tutor as you’d like to think.”
Mitsuru gave him annoyed look. “Take that back! I don’t see you helping Hasukawa.”
The smile was bland. “I have better things to do.”
Shun nodded. “Yeah, Shinobu-senpai’s in student council after all,” he pointed out helpfully. “They have lots of—“ he paused. “What exactly are you doing, senpai?” he asked Shinobu, frowning. “The student council hasn’t put out any—“
“Eat up, Shun,” said Shinobu easily, dropping a piece of teriyaki chicken in Shun’s bowl and interrupting his rambling.
Mitsuru hid a snicker.
--
“Oi, Mitsuru!” Furusawa greeted the dorm head as he headed up the stairs.
Mitsuru smiled at the third-year. “Yo, Furusawa-senpai,” he said, “Going out for a ride?” His eyes flicked up to the motorcycle the other boy was carrying on his shoulder.
“Yeah,” was the sheepish reply.
With a small wave of his hand, Mitsuru wished him a good time and continued up the stairs. “Break it up,” he told two boys in the hall engaged in an argument over who was going to pay what amount for the electric bill for the video game arcade in their room, and continued walking. Passing room 211, Mitsuru paused to glance inside—empty, with Hasukawa and Shun probably engaged in club activities—and then entered his own room.
He shut the door behind him and looked around. Shinobu was at a student council meeting, doing whatever unproductive things they always did, and Mitsuru had a few hours to himself.
Yawning, he crawled into Shinobu’s bed, closer than his own, and closed his eyes. A nap sounded good.
--
Shinobu looked at the blond on his bed and then at the clock. He shrugged. It shouldn’t be any of his business if his roommate missed dinner; it was his own fault anyway. Rising from his desk, where he’d been working for the past half hour, Shinobu headed towards the door.
There, he hesitated. After the student council meeting, which as usual had been a complete waste of time (his favorite kinds of meetings, actually, because he found accomplishing the school’s goals repulsive), he’d gone to library to check out a book for his history paper. The quiet room with study areas and shelf after shelf of books had brought back memories…of a certain roommate and their first year together.
The lure, the unexpected punch, the ferocity of Mitsuru’s belief that Shinobu should and could be a better person, that he should expect more from himself and from life… Teaching him that the “bad guy” could lose and it wasn’t worth it in the end.
Shinobu turned around and again let his gaze rest on the blond in his bed. His roommate…his friend… He crossed the room in a few strides and leaned down the shake Mitsuru’s shoulder. “Wake up,” he said, “it’s dinnertime.”
Mitsuru groaned and rolled over, cracking an eye open blearily. “Wha-?” he mumbled unintelligently.
“Dinner,” said Shinobu, straightening and looking into those violet eyes.
A yawn and then Mitsuru sat up, running a hand through his tousled hair. “Yeah?” he said, returning the gaze. Then he grinned tiredly and rubbed his eyes. “Thanks, Shinobu.” He stumbled out of bed and, stifling another yawn, followed his roommate out the door.
--
“You look like shit,” Hasukawa observed bluntly at dinner.
“What did I tell you about respecting your elders?” returned Mitsuru, attempting a half-hearted glare. He propped up his head on his hand. “Die.” A pair of chopsticks swung out across the table but Hasukawa ducked the swat easily.
“What have you been doing?” he asked, furrowing his brows and shooting a look at his senpai. “Terrorizing underclassmen?”
Mitsuru scowled. “You’re on clean-up duty tonight, Hasukawa.”
“What?”
Shinobu chuckled softly and set his chopsticks down, finished. “You shouldn’t provoke an already irritated bear, Hasukawa. It’s unwise.”
A pause. “Are you calling me a bear?” Mitsuru definitely had the irritated look down.
--
The night was cooler than the one previous and so the breeze that slipped in through the open window made Mitsuru shiver. He shut his textbook, giving up for the night, and shoved it under his pillow. He glanced over at Shinobu’s desk. “Are you done yet?”
The scratch of pen against paper answered him.
Sliding off his bunk, Mitsuru hit the floor with a thump and then padded, barefoot, across the room. “When are you going to bed?” he asked, leaning over the other boy’s shoulder. His gaze passed briefly over the neatly written essay before resting on Shinobu’s profile. “Oi.”
Shinobu turned his head and green eyes collided with violet. “Soon. I’m almost finished with the essay.”
Mitsuru moved closer. “Okay,” he said against Shinobu’s mouth, voice oddly soft. He backed off quickly, smiling his careless smile, and headed back towards the bunks. “Hurry up,” he added as he climbed into Shinobu’s bed. “It’s cold.”
With a nod, Shinobu turned back to his essay with a faint smile of his own.
--
Started/Finished: 06.07.05
Notes: As always, I’m uncertain with my writing, but with this series especially as it’s only my second fic for Shinobu & Mitsuru (and I adore them so). I’m also torn with whether I should portray the anime or the manga atmosphere and I think I ended up with a bit of both, so it might seem a little incongruent… Anyhow, feedback appreciated.
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