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walkwithheroes) wrote2008-03-27 09:39 pm
walkwithheroes) wrote2008-03-27 09:39 pm
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[Nobuta wo Produce Fic] To Be Great
Title: To Be Great
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walkwithheroes
Fandom: Nobuta wo Produce
Claim: Kusano Akira and Kotani 'Nobuta' Nobuko
Prompt: Blue Set: 09. Stubble
Type: Fanfic
Rating: G
Word Count: 370
Warnings/Spoilers: Takes place in the same 'verse as Separately, Together and Treasured, and It's Gonna Rain Tomorrow and Intertwined
/No spoilers.
Disclaimer: I do not own Nobuta wo Produce or the characters of Akira and Nobuta.
Summary: It's just not there.
“It’s right there.”
Nobuta squints, leaning so close to Akira that he ends up blushing. She slowly shakes her head, before leaning back against the wooden table behind her.
They are sitting together, on the floor, of the living room of their apartment. Their legs are tangled up together, as they face on another; somehow it’s oddly comfortable and relaxing to be tangled up with another person on a hot summers day.
“I don’t see anything.” Nobuta states matter-of-factly. “How long have you been doing it?”
Akira frowns thoughtfully, rubbing his hand over his chin. “Three weeks. I can feel it,” he gently grabs Nobuta’s hand and places it on his chin. “why can’t you see it?”
Cocking her head to one side, his Nobuta can only look at him with confusion in her brilliant eyes. “I don’t feel anything.” She pauses, trying to find the right words for the often sensitive Akira. “Let me try again.”
Feeling a bit foolish, Nobuta runs hand over Akira’s chin and cheeks. They feel perfectly smooth, and she begins to wonder if he’s made it all up – a clever way to get her to touch him. Then again, does he even have to ask her to touch him? Maybe . . . he really thinks . . . suddenly, Nobuta feels awfully sorry for him.
“No. I’m sorry, I can’t feel anything. You don’t seem to have any stubble.”
“But, it’s been three weeks.” Akira protest, even as Nobuta sadly shakes her head. “No facial hair for when baby comes.” He pouted ever so slightly. “Fathers are supposed to have facial hair.” He picked up a magazine. “All the fathers in here have facial hair and clean white shirts and huge watches and. . .”
“AKIRA.”
“Huh?”
“You don’t need those things to be a good father. You need . . . to be you. I think . . . we just need to be ourselves to raise Baby properly.” She nodded to herself. “Right, Baby?” Nobuta looked down at her large belly.
Smiling widely - nearly insanely – Akira put his hands on Nobuta’s belly. “Right? Right. Baby agrees.”
As if agreeing, the baby kicked from inside Nobuta’s womb.
Only two more months.
Author:
walkwithheroesFandom: Nobuta wo Produce
Claim: Kusano Akira and Kotani 'Nobuta' Nobuko
Prompt: Blue Set: 09. Stubble
Type: Fanfic
Rating: G
Word Count: 370
Warnings/Spoilers: Takes place in the same 'verse as Separately, Together and Treasured, and It's Gonna Rain Tomorrow and Intertwined
/No spoilers.
Disclaimer: I do not own Nobuta wo Produce or the characters of Akira and Nobuta.
Summary: It's just not there.
“It’s right there.”
Nobuta squints, leaning so close to Akira that he ends up blushing. She slowly shakes her head, before leaning back against the wooden table behind her.
They are sitting together, on the floor, of the living room of their apartment. Their legs are tangled up together, as they face on another; somehow it’s oddly comfortable and relaxing to be tangled up with another person on a hot summers day.
“I don’t see anything.” Nobuta states matter-of-factly. “How long have you been doing it?”
Akira frowns thoughtfully, rubbing his hand over his chin. “Three weeks. I can feel it,” he gently grabs Nobuta’s hand and places it on his chin. “why can’t you see it?”
Cocking her head to one side, his Nobuta can only look at him with confusion in her brilliant eyes. “I don’t feel anything.” She pauses, trying to find the right words for the often sensitive Akira. “Let me try again.”
Feeling a bit foolish, Nobuta runs hand over Akira’s chin and cheeks. They feel perfectly smooth, and she begins to wonder if he’s made it all up – a clever way to get her to touch him. Then again, does he even have to ask her to touch him? Maybe . . . he really thinks . . . suddenly, Nobuta feels awfully sorry for him.
“No. I’m sorry, I can’t feel anything. You don’t seem to have any stubble.”
“But, it’s been three weeks.” Akira protest, even as Nobuta sadly shakes her head. “No facial hair for when baby comes.” He pouted ever so slightly. “Fathers are supposed to have facial hair.” He picked up a magazine. “All the fathers in here have facial hair and clean white shirts and huge watches and. . .”
“AKIRA.”
“Huh?”
“You don’t need those things to be a good father. You need . . . to be you. I think . . . we just need to be ourselves to raise Baby properly.” She nodded to herself. “Right, Baby?” Nobuta looked down at her large belly.
Smiling widely - nearly insanely – Akira put his hands on Nobuta’s belly. “Right? Right. Baby agrees.”
As if agreeing, the baby kicked from inside Nobuta’s womb.
Only two more months.