Fic: You and I, Drawing Closer

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Title: You and I, Drawing Closer
Series: Bedmates - 3
Author: clover71
Fandom: Uta no Prince-sama
Pairing: Shinomiya Natsuki/ Kurusu Syo
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 502
Description: Written for 1drabble for the prompt 'innocence'
A/N:
- Title comes from the (English-translated) lyrics of Orion de SHOUT OUT by Natsuki Shinomiya [CV. Taniyama Kishou]
- I can't shake the habit of spelling Syo's name as 'S-Y-O' like it is in Wiki. But I've seen it spelled as 'S-H-O-U' in other places.

Summary & Disclaimer: see MASTER POST



Syo stared at the pink abomination that was dumped unceremoniously before him, its small, beady eyes staring back. "What the—"

"Happy anniversary, Syo-chan!" Natsuki blurted, his voice ringing across the cafeteria, drawing curious eyes on their table.

"What anniversary?" Syo racked his brain in a desperate attempt to recall what day it was and what they were supposed to be celebrating while trying to ignore Tomochika and Haruka's giggling.

"Oh Syo-chan." Natsuki threw his arms around Syo, resting his chin on Syo's shoulder. "It was on this day last month when we had our first date," he said in a volume considerably low enough for only those in their table to hear.

Syo paled, regardless, and hissed, "Will you shush? Do you want to get expelled? If anyone finds out we're… we're…"

"Don't worry, Kurusu-kun. The no-dating rule only applies between opposite sex," Tomochika said, her eyes glinting.

Oh yeah. Otoya did mention she told him exactly that a month ago. A loophole of some sort. But.

"But still," Syo said, trying to pry Natsuki off him but to no avail. "We can't risk having this matter in the school paper's headlines, if that exists. Our friends know and that's enough."

"Oh. You guys are so adorable," Tomochika said, batting her eyelashes, and Haruka echoed her sentiment, to Syo's utter embarrassment.

As if the girls' teasing weren't enough, Otoya had to interject, "That teddy bear's fur color matches the highlight of your hair."

"And the big red heart on its chest clearly speaks of Shinomiya's feelings," Masato contributed to the already awkward conversation.

If there was ever a time Syo would wish for the ground to metaphorically split open and swallow him, now would seem perfect. Syo stilled when he heard Ren say, "Ooh. What do we have here?" and sat right across him, placing his lunch-filled tray on the table. Oh great. Could things get any worse?

Syo noticed how Masato stiffened like a rod when Ren claimed the seat next to his, his gaze locked on the melon bread he'd been munching on. Otoya gave Ren a rundown on what the teddy bear was about but ceased babbling when Tokiya joined them not a minute later.

Hmm… Syo hummed in thought. He'd been noticing the same behavior from his friends for the past week and couldn't help but wonder what was going on.

"It's probably a typical roommates' quarrel," Natsuki said later that night when Syo voiced his concern.

"Yeah. Maybe." Syo reached out to turn off his night lamp. "G'night, Natsuki."

"G'night Syo-chan," floated from Natsuki's side of the room.

Syo's consciousness was lingering in the surface of slumber, thoughts still on his friends, when he sensed the strong presence behind him, heard heavy breathing and soon felt strong, invasive hand creeping up his pajama-clad thigh.

Then a voice that sent an ice-cold shiver down Syo's back spoke, "No goodnight kisses, Syo-chan?"

Shit. Satsuki.

Just like that, the fragile innocence that defined Natsuki shattered into a million fragments.