Fic: Never Yes, Not Quite No - chapter 2

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 Fandom: No.6
Pairings/Characters: Nezumi/Shion
Rating: T 
Note: Posting the second little snippet so everything will be up-to-date. The bits of this series won't always be posted in order, but the first few will be. In this chapter, Shion is a derp, and Nezumi has way too much fun teasing him. Also the quote at the end is from Romeo and Juliet, at least according to the internet. xD I figured it was fitting for a lit professor to quote Shakespeare at random. Also hopefully the next bit will feature something porny. But we'll see how that goes. xD

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“So you’re asking me on a date.” 

 

The words weren’t a question. It had never been his style to ask questions he already knew the answer to.

 

“Well, I, uh, only if you, I mean, uh... yeah.”

 

Nezumi’s lips curled upward slightly. Really, though there was only a 3-year difference between them, Shion could be so easily flustered by these things. It was pretty endearing to see a 25-year-old man flush such a deep red color just at the mention of a date. With a small chuckle, he ruffled the student’s brown hair fondly.

 

“Well then, don’t be late, Your Majesty.”

 

~lolnewsceneincoming~

 

They ended up at a local cafe. The place was small, but the tables were secluded enough so that one wouldn’t be constantly overhearing another table’s conversation. It was somehow adorable that Shion had chosen such a place, not that Nezumi was going to tell him that.

 

The ended up ordering the same thing - hot cocoa and a slice of cherry cake. It wasn’t really a coincidence or something they’d planned. Nezumi, personally, had just ordered the cake for the hell of it. And maybe he had enjoyed the way Shion had fidgeted when he added the cake to his order. It really was too easy.

 

“So, are we actually going to have a conversation, or are you just going to spend the night avoiding eye contact?” Nezumi said after a few minutes of silence had passed between them. Shion flushed a deep red, and finally looked up at Nezumi.

 

“Ah, sorry, I just...”

 

He averted his gaze again.

 

“So you’ve never been on a date before. You’re even more naive than I originally thought, you poor boy.”

 

“That’s not it!” Shion retorted indignantly. “It’s just.. you make me nervous.”

 

“Oh, do I? You’re not this nervous when we’re together for work.”

 

“That’s different.”

 

“Is it really? We’re just two people spending time together like usual, only this time there’s a slightly more romantic context. It’s not like I’m some stranger.”

 

Shion didn’t respond, looking back down at his hands uncertainly. Nezumi sighed, but his expression softened.

 

“Shion,” the student looked up, “just think of it as if we were back in the office.”

 

It took a little while, but Nezumi’s words had a clear effect on the younger man. He relaxed, and soon enough, they were chatting as usual.

 

Though it would be more accurate to say that Shion was chatting. Even though he specialized in literature, and even wrote under a penname every now and then, Nezumi had never been one to waste words in conversation.

 

Besides, he was perfectly content to let Shion go off on one of his enthusiastic tangents on whatever topic was interesting him at the moment. He could admit to himself that there was something that drew him in about how the student’s expression would light up when he got really excited about something. Nezumi much preferred to let him speak, and interject where he felt it necessary.

 

A couple hours later, the two men walked side-by-side in the night air. Shion had tried to part ways at the cafe, but Nezumi had insisted it was his duty to make sure that the younger man got home safely.

 

“After all, you’re so spacey, someone might try to take advantage of you,” he had said with a grin. It was partially true, really. But it wasn’t like Nezumi was going to admit to simply being reluctant to leave the grad student’s side. He had a reputation, dammit.

 

In any case, Shion didn’t put up a convincing protest otherwise. It was clear that he was also reluctant to let this time between them end, though he probably didn’t realize how much it showed.

 

They arrived at Shion’s apartment.

 

“Well, I suppose this is where we say farewell,” Nezumi said, sighing for dramatic effect.

 

“Yeah...” Shion looked almost sad as he spoke, his eyes downcast. 

 

Nezumi took a step closer to him, and brushed his lips against the smaller man’s forehead. Shion started, and looked up at him with impossibly wide eyes.

 

“W-what was-”

 

“A goodnight kiss. So that you may have sweet dreams.”

 

Nezumi smiled and winked as he turned to leave.

 

“I shall say good night till is be morrow, Your Majesty.”