[NwP Fic] Treasured
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walkwithheroesTitle: Treasured
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walkwithheroes
Fandom: Nobuta wo Produce
Claim: Kusano Akira and Kotani 'Nobuta' Nobuko
Prompt: Blue Set: 07 – Pirates
Type: Fanfic
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: Takes place in the same 'verse as Separately, Together/No spoilers.
Disclaimer: I do not own Nobuta wo Produce or the characters of Akira and Nobuta.
Summary: Nobuta treasures her memories; Akira treasures his Nobuta.
There was something slightly off about the idea of Nobuta being a teacher. In high school she had been so shy, with her head casted down and a stutter. Yet, somehow she had ended up the beloved teacher of a classroom full of crazed high school students. Somehow, she had ended up a favorite among the male students of her school.
According to an insider (re: the spinster history teacher), boys had a habit of simply staring at Nobuta throughout their lessons. It had gotten so bad that Nobuta had a habit of asking the tallest students in her classes to stand in front of her, as she got embarrassed by the stares and drooling of her pupils.
All of this could have been forgiven if not for the fact that the fans of Nobuta also had a rather nasty habit of stealing her things. Pens, brushes, calendars, scarfs, they all went missing from Nobuta's desk in the staff room. At first, she was alright with items going missing. But, even Nobuta had her limit.
*
When she arrived home with her head hanging down and tears welling up in her eyes, Akira knew there was something wrong. (And she had been doing so well at the new school, too.)
“No-bu-ta.” Akira kept his voice light, saying her name in a sing-song voice. “Smile.” He tried to force her to smile, by placing his right hand on either side of her face and raising the skin around her lips. “Smile for Akira. No?”
Edging back from him, Nobuta shook her head.
Pushing his lips out, Akira tried to think of something to get Nobuta to smile at him. “Ak-ir-a loves No-bu-ta.” Raising an expecting eyebrow, Akira looked to Nobuta. There was a slight twisted smile trying to form on her lips. “Ah! Nobuta's back!”
Gently, Akira took one of her hands into his. Something bad had happened, and if he didn't get it out of her. . . there was a chance that she'd regress back to her old habits from high school. Akira couldn't risk loosing the smile of the girl he loved. After all, he had worked so hard to find it. (Well, Shuji had helped . . . a little.)
“What's wrong? How can it be fixed if you don't say anything?” He paused, wanting Nobuta to say something. When she didn't, Akira gently pulled her to him and into a tight hug. “Was it your students?” he questioned softly into her hair. “Were the girls mean, because they're jealous?”
Her face firmly in his dress shirt, Nobuta shook her head. “S-someone t-t-took it.” He couldn't tell if she was stuttering because she was upset ( a habit she had kept with her post- high school) or because she was crying. Either way, Akira hated that his Nobuta felt so awful to the point of stuttering.
Stroking her hair, Akira nodded, his chin hitting the top of Nobuta's head. “Took what?” The question was hardly above a whisper, but he knew she had heard them. “Whatever it was, I'll get you a new one.”
“You c-can't. T-they took a p-p-photo.” Came Nobuta's muffled reply.
A photo? Akira quickly made a mental check list of all the photos that were import to Nobuta. The one of her birth father was in the apartment, of course. The one of her mother and stepfather on their wedding day was safe on the mantel above the fireplace. Photos of their college days were scattered around the apartment, taking up several walls and tables. Two photos of Shuji and Mariko wedding, as well as three of their daughter, Aki, were also on the mantel. So. . . what important photo had been taken?
“We could make a copy?” Akira suggested. He felt her shake her head. “No negatives?” He felt her nod. “The photo. . .”
“Us at Halloween.”
Oh . . . Oh! The Halloween during high school. Their first and only Halloween together as high school students. Shuji to Akira to Nobuta to Shuji. That picture. . . had been the first sign that the three of them were really friend; it was an important photo in all three of their histories.
“I'll get it back for you.”
*
The leaders of Nobuta's fan club weren't particularly hard to find. They had made an unused room their hangout. They had also taken to using the blackboard as a place to put things that had to do with Nobuta. A handwritten note from her, a scarf, a page from a calendar, even a pen was taped onto the board. And, in the middle of the board was the photo.
With a small knock, Akira entered the room. “Kon. Go-od mor-n-ing.”
The shortest of the boys stood from his seat near the windows. “Who are you?”
“He's dressed like a business man.” One of the other boys stated with a smirk. “Very uncool. Total loser.”
With a glare in the boys direction, Akira stood himself taller, and proceeded to the blackboard. “Stealing a pen or a calendar is fine. Even a scarf I can live with. But, you can't have my Nobuta's treasured photo.”
The boys in the room exchanged confused looks. The oldest looking boy finally spoke up with a, “Nobuta's . . .?”
“Mine.” Akira answered, as he took Nobuta's things from the blackboard. Turning back to the group of boys, he smiled widely. “So, don't touch her things.” Despite the smile, there was a scary and serious look in his eyes.
*
When Nobuta arrived home that evening, she was greeted by the sight of all her things, neatly placed together on the end of her bed. Running her hand along her blue scarf, that had been missing for months, she smiled softly to herself. The scarf had been carefully wrapped around her beloved photo, which had been put into a beautiful sliver picture frame.
Her smile growing wider she whispered, “Akira.”
*
When Akira got out of the shower,Nobuta was gone. She had carefully put all her things away, placing the photo on their bedside table. Somehow the old picture looked at home next to the little figure of a pig, that Shuji had given Akira years before.
An hour later, as Akira watched his favorite talk show, he was greeted by Nobuta's soft voice.
“I'm home.”
Jumping up, Akira rushed to her and tackled his Nobuta into a tight hug. “Welcome back!” She put her arms around him, and patted his back gently. “Where did you go?”
“You gave me a gift, so I went and got you one.” Slowly, Nobuta let Akira go. She moved over to their table, before placing a plastic bag down. “It isn't much.”
With interest, he watched Nobuta as she took two things out of the bag: a Taiyaki and a bottle of his
favorite milk. As if she was holding a priceless jewel, Nobuta pulled the Taiyaki apart.
Reaching out, she offered Akira his favorite part of the Taiyaki. “Thank you. Thank you for getting my things back, Akira.” A slight blush was forming on her cheeks.
Taking a small bite out of his piece, Akira grinned playfully. “Akira takes care of Nobuta, because she's his and he loves her.”
“Nobuta loves Akira.” She told him, as her lips turned up into a real and beautiful smile. Sweetly, she leaned into him and kissed his lips lightly. “But, how did you find my things?”
“Uh . . .” patting her head, Akira shrugged. “secret.”
Nobuta thought about pressing the issue, but knowing Akira. . . maybe it was better that she didn't know how he had found and gotten back her belongings.
Sharing a smile, they went back to the Taiyaki and milk.
Author:
walkwithheroesFandom: Nobuta wo Produce
Claim: Kusano Akira and Kotani 'Nobuta' Nobuko
Prompt: Blue Set: 07 – Pirates
Type: Fanfic
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: Takes place in the same 'verse as Separately, Together/No spoilers.
Disclaimer: I do not own Nobuta wo Produce or the characters of Akira and Nobuta.
Summary: Nobuta treasures her memories; Akira treasures his Nobuta.
There was something slightly off about the idea of Nobuta being a teacher. In high school she had been so shy, with her head casted down and a stutter. Yet, somehow she had ended up the beloved teacher of a classroom full of crazed high school students. Somehow, she had ended up a favorite among the male students of her school.
According to an insider (re: the spinster history teacher), boys had a habit of simply staring at Nobuta throughout their lessons. It had gotten so bad that Nobuta had a habit of asking the tallest students in her classes to stand in front of her, as she got embarrassed by the stares and drooling of her pupils.
All of this could have been forgiven if not for the fact that the fans of Nobuta also had a rather nasty habit of stealing her things. Pens, brushes, calendars, scarfs, they all went missing from Nobuta's desk in the staff room. At first, she was alright with items going missing. But, even Nobuta had her limit.
*
When she arrived home with her head hanging down and tears welling up in her eyes, Akira knew there was something wrong. (And she had been doing so well at the new school, too.)
“No-bu-ta.” Akira kept his voice light, saying her name in a sing-song voice. “Smile.” He tried to force her to smile, by placing his right hand on either side of her face and raising the skin around her lips. “Smile for Akira. No?”
Edging back from him, Nobuta shook her head.
Pushing his lips out, Akira tried to think of something to get Nobuta to smile at him. “Ak-ir-a loves No-bu-ta.” Raising an expecting eyebrow, Akira looked to Nobuta. There was a slight twisted smile trying to form on her lips. “Ah! Nobuta's back!”
Gently, Akira took one of her hands into his. Something bad had happened, and if he didn't get it out of her. . . there was a chance that she'd regress back to her old habits from high school. Akira couldn't risk loosing the smile of the girl he loved. After all, he had worked so hard to find it. (Well, Shuji had helped . . . a little.)
“What's wrong? How can it be fixed if you don't say anything?” He paused, wanting Nobuta to say something. When she didn't, Akira gently pulled her to him and into a tight hug. “Was it your students?” he questioned softly into her hair. “Were the girls mean, because they're jealous?”
Her face firmly in his dress shirt, Nobuta shook her head. “S-someone t-t-took it.” He couldn't tell if she was stuttering because she was upset ( a habit she had kept with her post- high school) or because she was crying. Either way, Akira hated that his Nobuta felt so awful to the point of stuttering.
Stroking her hair, Akira nodded, his chin hitting the top of Nobuta's head. “Took what?” The question was hardly above a whisper, but he knew she had heard them. “Whatever it was, I'll get you a new one.”
“You c-can't. T-they took a p-p-photo.” Came Nobuta's muffled reply.
A photo? Akira quickly made a mental check list of all the photos that were import to Nobuta. The one of her birth father was in the apartment, of course. The one of her mother and stepfather on their wedding day was safe on the mantel above the fireplace. Photos of their college days were scattered around the apartment, taking up several walls and tables. Two photos of Shuji and Mariko wedding, as well as three of their daughter, Aki, were also on the mantel. So. . . what important photo had been taken?
“We could make a copy?” Akira suggested. He felt her shake her head. “No negatives?” He felt her nod. “The photo. . .”
“Us at Halloween.”
Oh . . . Oh! The Halloween during high school. Their first and only Halloween together as high school students. Shuji to Akira to Nobuta to Shuji. That picture. . . had been the first sign that the three of them were really friend; it was an important photo in all three of their histories.
“I'll get it back for you.”
*
The leaders of Nobuta's fan club weren't particularly hard to find. They had made an unused room their hangout. They had also taken to using the blackboard as a place to put things that had to do with Nobuta. A handwritten note from her, a scarf, a page from a calendar, even a pen was taped onto the board. And, in the middle of the board was the photo.
With a small knock, Akira entered the room. “Kon. Go-od mor-n-ing.”
The shortest of the boys stood from his seat near the windows. “Who are you?”
“He's dressed like a business man.” One of the other boys stated with a smirk. “Very uncool. Total loser.”
With a glare in the boys direction, Akira stood himself taller, and proceeded to the blackboard. “Stealing a pen or a calendar is fine. Even a scarf I can live with. But, you can't have my Nobuta's treasured photo.”
The boys in the room exchanged confused looks. The oldest looking boy finally spoke up with a, “Nobuta's . . .?”
“Mine.” Akira answered, as he took Nobuta's things from the blackboard. Turning back to the group of boys, he smiled widely. “So, don't touch her things.” Despite the smile, there was a scary and serious look in his eyes.
*
When Nobuta arrived home that evening, she was greeted by the sight of all her things, neatly placed together on the end of her bed. Running her hand along her blue scarf, that had been missing for months, she smiled softly to herself. The scarf had been carefully wrapped around her beloved photo, which had been put into a beautiful sliver picture frame.
Her smile growing wider she whispered, “Akira.”
*
When Akira got out of the shower,Nobuta was gone. She had carefully put all her things away, placing the photo on their bedside table. Somehow the old picture looked at home next to the little figure of a pig, that Shuji had given Akira years before.
An hour later, as Akira watched his favorite talk show, he was greeted by Nobuta's soft voice.
“I'm home.”
Jumping up, Akira rushed to her and tackled his Nobuta into a tight hug. “Welcome back!” She put her arms around him, and patted his back gently. “Where did you go?”
“You gave me a gift, so I went and got you one.” Slowly, Nobuta let Akira go. She moved over to their table, before placing a plastic bag down. “It isn't much.”
With interest, he watched Nobuta as she took two things out of the bag: a Taiyaki and a bottle of his
favorite milk. As if she was holding a priceless jewel, Nobuta pulled the Taiyaki apart.
Reaching out, she offered Akira his favorite part of the Taiyaki. “Thank you. Thank you for getting my things back, Akira.” A slight blush was forming on her cheeks.
Taking a small bite out of his piece, Akira grinned playfully. “Akira takes care of Nobuta, because she's his and he loves her.”
“Nobuta loves Akira.” She told him, as her lips turned up into a real and beautiful smile. Sweetly, she leaned into him and kissed his lips lightly. “But, how did you find my things?”
“Uh . . .” patting her head, Akira shrugged. “secret.”
Nobuta thought about pressing the issue, but knowing Akira. . . maybe it was better that she didn't know how he had found and gotten back her belongings.
Sharing a smile, they went back to the Taiyaki and milk.
