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rekutopia · 4 years

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In which Shirayuki met Obi's assistant

A part of the Flatmate AU

“I’m going to install the cabinet today,” Obi suddenly said as he arranged their used plates and mugs into the dishwasher.

“It’s about time we do it – the empty space is slowly getting on my nerves.” Shirayuki placed the half loaf of bread back into the bread box and glanced at the clock. It was already a little after ten. “But then you’ll need to hurry. You only have three hours until the quiet hours. Or do you plan to do it in the afternoon?”

She heard Obi snort and she rolled her eyes. Quiet hours. It was one of those typical things in this country which took Obi a while to get used to. She could understand why, though. Surely there are people who want to take an undisturbed nap after lunch on a Sunday, but sometimes it limits other people’s time to do things in their homes, like playing music, or installing kitchen cabinets. Especially when they only have Sunday to do these stuff.

“Nah, I’ll do it in a bit. Won’t take that long. Besides, I’ll have an assistant,” Obi said, smirking.

Shirayuki frowned. This was unlike Obi. Usually he would have told her days before if he needed her help. “I can’t be your assistant, Obi. I’ve already promised Yuzuri to accompany her to this coffee exhibition, remember? Unless you could wait until I’m back? I can’t tell you for sure when I’ll be back, though...”

Obi chuckled, “Of course I remember, sweetie. Don’t worry, it’s–”

Just then the building’s doorbell rang. Obi grinned at Shirayuki. “I’ll get it. That should be my assistant.”

Shirayuki watched as Obi slammed the dishwasher’s door closed and trotted to the front door. He pressed the buzzer to let the person in and waited until they arrived at their floor. Who could that be, Shirayuki wondered. Obi rarely talked about his friends, other than Suzu. And even then, it was always in a work context. She wondered whether they were even friends outside of work. Creeping to the corridor Shirayuki hid herself behind the wall and peeked around the corner, just as the door opened.

“Right on time, Aki-chan!”

“Hi, Obi.”

Shirayuki’s eyes widened. The assistant was a big guy, half a head taller than Obi, muscular and proud of it, judging from the tight tee he was wearing. A second later he was pulling Obi into a tight embrace, his platinum blonde hair a stark contrast to Obi’s dark one. His face was beautifully carved, with a high nose bridge and thick, hard angled eyebrows. His eyes were closed and a huge smile was on his lips, showing a row of pearly white teeth.

Oh wow.

Obi’s chuckle brought her back from her fascination. “Why are you hiding, sweetie? C’mere. This is my friend Aki-chan. Aki-chan, meet my flatmate, Shirayuki.”

“Nice to finally meet you, Shirayuki,” the guy shook her hand excitedly. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

A pity I can’t say the same about you, Shirayuki thought. “Nice to meet you, uh, Aki...chan?”

The guy laughed. Even that sounded infuriatingly charming. The corner of his eyes crinkled as he continued to smile at Shirayuki. “You can just call me Aki. It’s embarrassing enough that Obi uses ‘-chan’ on me. I mean, it’s not that I look like a little Japanese girl, right?”

“U-um…”

Obi slung his arm around his friend’s shoulder. “Aww, come on, Aki-chan. It’s cute, and you’re cute!” He poked Aki’s cheek playfully and Aki pretended to bite his finger. “Besides, ‘Aki’ is also a Japanese name, so, why not?”

Shirayuki suddenly felt out of place in front of the two guys bantering about proper use of names and name ender, like a third wheel on a date, though this wasn’t one. Or wasn’t it? In any case, Shirayuki could do without watching her flatmate flirting with a hot hunk and started to head back to the living area. She had to get ready to meet Yuzuri anyway. She almost managed to escape to the bathroom when a hand on her arm stopped her.

“Whoa there, young lady.” Obi was scowling at her. “I wasn’t sure this morning but now I see it clearly. What’s wrong with your feet?”

Damn, she was found out. She had been hoping that Obi wouldn’t notice her slight limping. The pain had started yesterday after work. She had been wearing ballerinas that day, on Yuzuri’s insistence.

Just what do you think you’re wearing?! This is your first lunch with him! You know how extremely little time Zen has! You can’t waste time going to your locker to change shoes! Just wear these today, they’re lady-like but don’t have heels so you should be fine!

But Shirayuki was not fine. Not at all. Apart from the numbing pressure she felt on her soles at the end of the day, intermittently there was a pricking pain at the base of her right big toe. She was assuring herself that the pain was only temporary and that it would go away after she cushioned her feet in her comfy sneakers today.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Just a bit of pain. It’ll go away soon.”

To her surprise, Aki stepped forward and squatted in front of her. He looked thoughtful as he eyed her bare feet. Shirayuki held back the urge to curl her toes and hide them from his scrutiny. “Have you been wearing too small shoes lately? Your skin looks raw in some places.” Then, to Shirayuki’s horror, Aki reached out his hand towards her and she took a step back in reflex.

“Really, it looks worse than it actually is. Don’t worry about it.”

“Hmmm…” Aki stood up slowly, looking unconvinced. He threw a glance at Obi, then back at her. He jerked his thumb at Obi, raising his eyebrows. “You do know your flatmate does physio?”

Well, duh. It’s not like Shirayuki hadn’t considered asking Obi for help. But Obi deserved his rest. She just couldn’t let him work 6 days a week and have her as an additional patient on a Sunday. Besides, she wouldn’t know how to feel if he said no. Hell, she wouldn’t know how to feel if he said yes. Shirayuki would never admit to anyone, not even to Yuzuri, that she sometimes dreamed of having Obi’s lovely fingers roaming over her body, caressing her tenderly, squeezing at the right places–

In any case, she was worried that things could turn awkward between them.

Before she could protest she heard Obi say, “Why didn’t you tell me, sweetie? I’d be happy to check it out for you.” Did she just imagine it or did he look slightly dejected?

“You’d better listen to him,” Aki said, rubbing it in. “And he’s really good at massages, right Obi?”

Shirayuki wanted to ask how he knew that. She was also curious whether it was common practice for Obi to give others treatment outside of work. But she couldn’t find the appropriate words without sounding so nosy, so she just sighed, resigning to her fate and promised Obi she would let him take care of her later.

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Seven hours later Shirayuki found herself laying on the couch with her right foot resting on Obi’s thigh. The door to the balcony was open, letting some breeze in. It would still take a while until the sun set, but at least the air had cooled down a little.

Obi’s fingers probed carefully, stretching her big toe away from the rest. His hands were so big they looked almost comical encircling her foot. From time to time he looked questioningly at her, searching for signs of discomfort.

Shirayuki hummed quietly, keeping a small, reassuring smile on her lips. She did feel a little embarrassed at the beginning – her feet being not her favourite body parts – but Obi’s pure professionalism put her at ease.

Her eyes wandered back and forth from Obi’s focused face to his clever fingers. She had never seen him in such a concentrated state before. She didn’t think it was possible for her flatmate to look even more attractive than usual, but today she was proved wrong.

Watching him work, Shirayuki wondered whether this was how Obi’s patients felt during their sessions. She wondered whether he would be that one talkative, flirty therapist everyone was fond of. She also wondered whether the way his long, slender fingers moved ever made any of them felt ...aroused. Just like how they made herself feel now–

A twinge in her chest jolted Shirayuki back from her musings. Where did that come from? She should stop being ridiculous. Obi is gay. The hot assistant from this morning was another proof.

She mentally shook her head and drew her attention back to Obi, who was lecturing her. Well, actually he was lecturing Yuzuri. He had been going at it for a while. Good for Yuzuri that she wasn’t here. He would have chewed her ear off.

“–sure she works more at the back office, but she’s your coworker! She should know how much time you spend on your feet! To let you run around in flats like that! In borrowed flats! You both may have the same size, but every person’s feet are different! Borrowing shoes should be made illegal! I can’t believe you did that! Thank goodness it was only for one day! One day was bad enough! You could’ve seriously injured yourself–”

His words were scolding but his tone was soft, worried. “Hey, are you even listening to me?” He ground his knuckles into the middle of her sole.

“Ow-ow-ow-ow! I’m listening! And for the last time, I’m sorry!”

Obi sighed. “Promise me you’ll never do such a stupid thing again? If you’re worried about wearing clogs to your future lunch dates I’ll get you a nice pair of Birkenstocks, okay? Those are closed shoes, so your prince would never ever see your cupcake print socks.”

Shirayuki flung a cushion at Obi’s head. “He’s not my prince! And it was just a lunch, not a lunch date. I've only known him for a little more than a week!”

Obi hummed, smirking and not at all convinced. Shirayuki desperately searched for a way out of the embarrassing conversation.

“A-anyway, I’ve been wondering. Is Aki a model?”

“Huh? Aki-chan?” Though he seemed surprised by the drastic change of subject, Obi decided to humour her. “Does he look like one to you?”

Shirayuki raised a brow. Doesn’t he look like one to you? “W-well, he’s very handsome, a-and very well built, just like those male models from the magazines, so I thought...”

“Heee…” Obi’s smirk grew wider. “And here I thought your type is more of a delicate, classy looking bocchan like your prince.”

Shirayuki gritted her teeth in frustration. This change of subject was not working well. To her mercy, Obi dropped his teasing, though not his smirk, and answered her question. “Believe it or not, Aki is also a physiotherapist. He works at that big health centre near the main station.”

Ah, a fellow physiotherapist. That explained his actions this morning, Shirayuki thought. “I see. And how did you two meet?”

Obi gently replaced her right foot with her left one on his thigh. “Let’s see...We met at that training I went to in January. We had to work in pairs and he was assigned to be my partner. It wasn’t long before we found out that we both speak English and immediately after that we kind of clicked. It turns out he’s also from here. So we’ve been staying in touch since then.”

“Oh, then you’ve known each other for quite a while.” Shirayuki wondered why Obi had never mentioned him to her before. Though she was burning with curiosity, Obi must have had his reasons, so she held back her questions. “Is that how he knows how good you are at massages?” she asked instead.

Obi shrugged. “He and I help each other sometimes. Being in the same profession we know the problem zones well, so it’s more or less for practical reasons.”

“He’s right, though. You are amazing.” Shirayuki winced and groaned as Obi put the right pressure on the right spot. When she looked up again she thought she saw a tint of pink blooming on Obi’s tanned cheeks. “Why, sweetie, you know it’s always a pleasure for me to satisfy all of my patient’s needs,” he gave her a wink. Shirayuki threw another cushion at him and he dodged, laughing.

Adjusting her position on the couch, Shirayuki thought about the new gained information. Now that she knew more about the hot assistant, there was only one more thing still nagging at the back of her mind.

“Say, do you often give treatments outside of work?”

Obi pursed his lips. “Nah, why should I work for free? I mean, I’d totally do it for a friend if they asked, like Aki–” His fingers suddenly stopped working and he gazed intently at Shirayuki. “Speaking of which, you haven’t told me the reason you didn’t come to me?”

Shirayuki cursed inside. That was an unexpected turn of the conversation. “I-I…” Think, Shirayuki, think! “...I didn’t want to bother you on a Sunday,” she settled for the safest answer she could think of. It was the truth anyway, at least one of them.

“Hmmm…” Obi tickled her sole and Shirayuki pulled her foot away with a yelp. When he turned to her his expression was kind. “Next time don’t hesitate to come to me, okay? Even if it’s on a Sunday. I’ll always have time for you.” Then his expression turned stern, “Though, I forbid you to come back with this kind of stupidity again, you hear me, young lady?”

Shirayuki gave him a mocking salute. “Yes, sir!”

“Good. I’ll go grab the salve for your chapped skin.”

Shirayuki watched Obi disappear into his room and then blew out a long breath. That was close. She hoped Obi believed her. It’s not like she could tell him she didn’t know how to handle getting turned on by the view of him massaging her feet. She patted both her cheeks firmly.

Better order that Birkenstock soon.

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Notes:

I’m not participating in the ObiYukiMadness20. It’s just a coincidence that I’ve started writing again during this event. Basically I just want to write some ObiYuki domestic fluff.

In case any of you is wondering, Aki is American born Finn and is based on the Finnish model Otto Seppäläinen.

Coffee exhibition do exist.

Guess in which country this was set? :D

Big thanks to @claudeng80 for beta-reading <3

#myfanfic #akagami no shirayukihime #obiyuki #flatmate au

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makayla-angelic · 6 years

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Jashi Week-Day 2-Table For Two

Today’s drabble, a modern au in which a nervous Jack invites Ashi over for dinner. She accepts, but things go awkwardly all the way!

***Brace yourself, kind of long.

The sound of the school bell rang, signaling the end of another day. Seventeen year-old Shinjiro “Jack” Iwamatsu got out of his seat and grabbed his back pack and sighed before leaving the classroom with the other students. He asked Ashi to wait for him in the front of the building after school; he wanted to tell her something important. Jack headed to his locker to grab the rest of his stuff before heading outside. This was it. He was going to do it, he was going to to stop being scared and ask Ashi out on a dinner date.

Jack saw Ashi sitting patiently on a blue bench, backpack beside her, phone in her hand. She was smiling, so Jack hoped she was happy. And since she was in good mood, things could probably go a little smoother.

“Hi Ashi,” said Jack, walking up to her.

“Hello, Jack,” said Ashi. “Did you have a good day?”

“I sure did,” said Jack, already feeling the butterflies in his stomach. “Did you?”

“It was alright, just ready for the weekend,” said Ashi with a shrug.

“I’m ready for graduation,” said Jack. It was almost May, so senioritis had long ago kicked in.

“Yeah,” said Ashi chuckling.

“You want to walk home together? I mean, like we always do?” Jack asked.

“Of course,” said Ashi, smiling.

Jack and Ashi lived so close to the high school that they could walk to and from school by using the sidewalk and crossing over into their neighborhood. Jack lived on Franklin street, and Ashi lived only one block of a street down on Washington avenue. They had known each other since seventh grade. It seemed only destiny that Ashi had moved into Jack’s neighborhood and they had met and become friends. Both secretly liked each other, but were too nervous and too nervous about what their peers would say if they got together, until now.

Jack decided he didn’t want to waste anymore time, so he went in for it.

“Hey Ashi, I was wondering if you would like to go on a d- act-activity with me?” Jack said, stumbling up. He cursed himself for messing up already.

“Um...sure?” said Ashi with an amused, but slightly confused look on her face. “What kind of activity?”

“Well, I was wondering if maybe Friday we could hang over at my house, I could cook something, and we could watch a movie,” said Jack, rubbing the back of his head.

“You like to cook?” asked Ashi.

“I do!” said Jack. He knew how to cook some, but he still had trouble following certain recipes, knowing when to add certain ingredients, when to stir this, or boil that. But he was determined to try his best.

“So, what do you say?” asked Jack, hoping she would say yes and that he wasn’t embarrassing himself in any way.

“I thinks it’s a great idea, I’ll be there,” said Ashi with a smile.

“Great!” said Jack, smiling big. “Is six-thirty PM okay?”

“Sounds perfect,” said Ashi. “I’ll talk to my parents.”

“And I’ll talk to mine,” said Jack. He arrived at his house and they stared at each other silently for a few seconds.

“Well, I better go and get my math homework done,” said Ashi. “Plus, I have three out of my six other sisters who think just because they’re a couple minutes younger than me, they get to be the babies of the house. You know how that goes.”

“Yeah,” said Jack chuckling. “Well, see you tomorrow, and I hope to see you Friday.”

“Same to you Jack,” said Ashi. “See ya!”

Jack went inside his house, and Ashi walked on to her house.

Ashi asked her parents about going over to Jack’s house, and they said yes. Well, Ashi’s father wasn’t so sure at first, you know how fathers can be, but they had both agreed, so Ashi was happy. Jack’s parents said yes, that of course it was alright to bring Ashi over.

“Your father and I will just go upstairs and leave you two down here,” said Jack’s mother.

“Alright,” said Jack, with a smile.

“What will you be fixing for dinner?” asked Jack’s dad.

“I don’t know yet,” said Jack, rubbing the back of his head. “I need to think about it.”

“You could look in the cookbook,” said Jack’s mother, reaching on top of the fridge and pulling it down and handing it to Jack. Jack opened the cookbook and looked at the pages of different recipes to make, family recipes, passed down over the years, friend’s recipes, recipe’s from online.

“Now son, you don’t have to get too fancy, but whip up something nice, you know?” said Jack’s father.

“I understand,” said Jack, flipping pages. So many good recipe’s, but he was scared to try and cook one!

“Why not try the chicken and asparagus dish? It’s simpler than you think. Just follow the instructions step by step and you should be fine,” said his mother.

Jack nodded, but didn’t say a word. He knew he was bound to eff something up, he had a feeling.

When Ashi told Jack that her parents said it was okay to for her to come over to Jack’s house for dinner, he was excited.

“That’s great!” said Jack. He was nervous, but he couldn’t wait. “What movie do you want to watch?”

“I don’t know,” said Ashi. “What kind of movies do you have?”

“Spiderman, X-men, Fantastic Four, mostly action and comedy movies,” said Jack.

“One of my favorite movies is Howl’s Moving Castle, but you probably don’t have that,” said Ashi rubbing her arm.

“I have it on DVD,” said Jack.

“You do?” said Ashi excitedly.

“Yes,” said Jack. “If you want to watch that then it’s fine with me.” He smiled.

“Sounds like a plan,” said Ashi.

Friday finally arrived. The school day seemed to zoom by, and Jack and Ashi went home to get ready. Close to six, Ashi combed and brushed her hair, she put on a pink sundress with yellow flowers on it, and she sat at the vanity she and two of her other sisters shared, and put on a little foundation and lip gloss. Her sisters joked with her as she got dressed.

“I can’t believe little Ashi is going on a date with The Nerd,” said Avi, the “first-born.”

“He’s not a nerd,” said Ashi, reaching for her eye shadow.

“Does he even know how to cook?” asked Ami. “I bet he doesn’t even know how to boil some ramen noodles.”

Aki chuckled. “Watch him ask for help when he can’t tell if the water is boiling or not.”

“Come on you guys,” said Ashi angrily. “Please be nice. He’s gonna try his best.”

“Alright, alright,” said Avi. “Just remember that if you are unsure, number seven on the football team has his eye on you.”

“No thanks,” said Ashi, putting her makeup away. She wasn’t really interested in the football jock guys. Ashi said goodbye to her sisters and parents, and left the house and headed across the street. Meanwhile Jack was rushing to get everything prepared. He had gotten the casserole in the oven in the nick of time, but preparing it earlier had been nearly hell. First, he had totally overcooked the noodles and asparagus, but he hoped the cheese and the other spices would cover it up, that is, if he and Ashi could taste anything other than oregano, because he had accidentally shook the canister so hard, the top popped off and he had fumbled to catch it and so much of the herb had spilled into the casserole. Freaking out, he had dumped more cheese on top of everything in hopes it would mask it. He had also overcooked the chicken, and it looked dry. His parents had come down to check on him to see how everything was doing, and Jack told them that everything was okay and that the casserole was in the oven.

“Something smells a little funny, like too much oregano,” said Jack’s mother.

“Oh, well, I added just a tiny little extra because Ashi really likes that herb,” said Jack, lying.

Jack’s parents looked at each other then back at Jack.

“Well son, if you say so, good luck,” said Jack’s dad, patting his shoulder. Then his parents retreated back upstairs. Jack gulped. His parents already knew, he had probably messed up on something. Not long after, Jack was washing dishes when he heard the doorbell ring. He quickly moved away from the sink and in doing so, knocked into the vase of white roses he was keeping for Ashi when she arrived, and in doing so he managed to spill some water on the floor whilst keeping the vase from falling over.

“I’m coming!” cried Jack trying to hurry to the front door and he slipped in some of the water he spilled on the floor. Regaining his posture, Jack fixed his hair and clothes in the hall mirror, then he opened the door to see Ashi standing there, looking beautiful as always, but tonight, she looked exquisite.

“Hi!” said Jack, with a big smile.

“Hello,” said Ashi, returning the smile, what was all that noise I heard?”

“Oh, I, uh, just dropped something,” said Jack. “It’s all cool, come inside?”

“Gladly,” said Ashi, then she stepped inside, and Jack shut the door behind her.

“Mom, dad, Ashi’s here!” cried Jack, and a few seconds later, his parents came downstairs to greet her and give her a hug.

“Hello dear, you’re looking well,” said Jack’s mother. “Glad you could come on over here on this Friday night.”

“Me too,” said Ashi. She sniffed. “What’s that strong oregano smell?”

“That’s what we asked Jack, but he seems to be not telling us something,” said his mother. Jack shifted nervously. Ashi gave him a look.

“Well, we’ll be upstairs if you need us,” said Jack’s father, then he and his wife headed back upstairs.

“These are for you,” said Jack, handing Ashi the white roses.

“Aww, thank you Jack,” said Ashi, then she stood on her tippy toes and kissed him on the cheek.

Jack felt himself beginning to blush. If anything else unfortunate went down that night, at least he had the kiss on the cheek to remember it all by.

“Why is there water on the floor?” Ashi asked curiously.

“Oh, I tipped the vase by accident,” said Jack. He grabbed a paper towel and dropped to his knee’s and wiped up the water.

“Okay, well, that’s done, let’s pop in the movie, then we can fix our plates and eat!” said Jack. While Ashi took a seat, Jack booted up the DVD player. Still nervous about everything, he fumbled with the system for a few seconds, then he got the disc inside and got the movie playing.

“Something smells like it’s burning,” said Ashi.

Jack immediately ran into the kitchen and opened the oven.

“Heh, heh, I guess it would help if I didn’t burn the food,” He said chuckling nervously as he grabbed oven mitts to pull the dish out the oven, but he still managed to burn himself taking it out.

“Ouch! Dammit!” cried Jack, holding his pinkie finger.

“Are you alright?” asked Ashi, coming to his aid.

“Yeah, I think I should be good, just a tiny burn,” said Jack. He went to go run his finger under the water for a few seconds before slathering some Neosporin on it. Luckily, he managed to fix him and Ashi a plate, and carry it to the table with no issue; perhaps the rest of the evening would go over well.

“Well, this looks...appetizing,” said Ashi, looking down at her plate and poking at the crispy brown cheese crust that lay on top of the concoction on her plate.

Jack didn’t like how she hesitated before saying the word ‘appetizing’. Jack stirred the food on his plate before putting a forkful into his mouth. Ashi did the same.

“A little chewy,” said Ashi, talking about the chicken.

“Yes,” said Jack nervously.

Ashi swallowed. “How much oregano did you put in here?”

“Well,” Jack began. He tried to think of some other explanation to tell her, other than that he was bad at cooking, and he was so nervous right now, but he couldn’t.

“Well, you see, the recipe and everything, it calls for a lot of stuff....you see... I-I tried to do it all right... but then I couldn’t seem to understand....and then I-I”

“Jack!” said Ashi, reaching across the table and laying her hand on his. “It’s alright, we’ll go to Mcdonalds.” She smiled warmly. Jack couldn’t help but smile too.

“Mom, dad, we’re going to Mcdonalds!” cried Jack to his parents as he grabbed his keys.

“Okay!” was all Jack’s mother said. And so off they went. Jack and Ashi got a quarter pounder with cheese meal, and returned home, and sat on the couch and ate them while watching Howl’s Moving Castle.

“And so, the rest is history,” said Jack to his wedding guests, as he concluded his story on the microphone. Ashi sat smiling in her seat, makeup, jewelry, wedding dress and all. Her parents, Jack’s parents and sisters, who had heard the story a thousand times over the course of the five years they dated, were still greatly amused as though they were hearing it for the first time.

“It wasn’t the best official first date, but it remains special because it sparked something that we both knew, we would have our hearts for each other forever,” said Jack.

“Awww,” said all the wedding guests as Ashi teared up with joy.

“To longevity, peace, and happiness, forever and ever,” said Jack raising his champagne glass in toast.

“Forever,” said Ashi, and the rest of the guests, as they all too raised there glasses, and drank.

Phew! And there’s that! I hope it’s not terribly too long, but it is lengthy. I hope you enjoyed it! All credit for Jack’s “true” name goes to @sallychanscraps

#samurai jack #jashi #jashiweek #jack #ashi #dinner date #writing #drabble

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