this is real hell

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me: do you ever think about how these two characters who have the worst fucked up relationship might be better if taken out of their circumstances

me, several aus and many tears later: i made a mistake


aka AU shunazu dropbox i'll make this pretty later

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christmas things ★ aka it's 1.30am and i'm too tired to think of a witty thread title

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[ LIKE HIS OWN BIRTHDAY, SHU ITSUKI DOES NOT CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS, USUALLY. all things considered, christmas is yet another manufactured holiday with way too many overtones of consumerism and it's a veritable mess and cacophony of people.

(ok, shu.)

for the most part, he seems to have avoided the horrors of holiday shopping and other christmas-related things, except that the one thing that he hasn't quite factored in is the fact that when wakes up on the morning (more like almost-noon) of the day before christmas eve, is that the entire apartment smells like, well.

baked goods.

the answer is immediately obvious when shu follows the scent of baking into his own kitchen and oh. nazuna's up early, and there's christmas decorations in the hallway that weren't there last night when he came home, and honestly, that just leaves him standing in the doorway of the kitchen with a rather blankly bewildered look for a moment because he doesn't quite exactly recall if he's given nazuna permission to like, do this--

(the answer is yes, when he was half asleep, which is the only reason why shu doesn't remember it, oops.)

but in the end: ]

... Nazuna?

[ he still sounds bewildered, and it's accompanied by a brief press to his temples as if he's not quite sure whether he's dreaming or he hasn't woken up properly just yet. ]

jingles bells

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[ on the other hand, nazuna loves christmas. it's been his favorite holiday since he was a little kid, and there have always been a thousand things to do. his brothers and sisters needed presents, his mom needed help in the kitchen, his dad needed help hanging the lights--for a busybody like nazuna, it's heaven.

besides, he's always been someone who loves to give. that's the true spirit of christmas for him: the idea that he can give gifts, that he can make other people so happy.

so, he woke up early for a saturday, whispered in shu's ear, can i hang up a few things, it won't take long--and, of course, it was at six AM, so one can hardly blame him for just saying yes, and got right to work. it has to be subtle. it has to be tasteful, but nazuna wants shu to see the christmas that he gets to see, even if it takes him all morning long.

he'll take advantage of shu's dancer's schedule to do so. he disappears out of the house to pick up christmas decorations and gets right to it. nazuna's hung lights, softly twinkling gold and red in the hall, a beautiful wreath on the door to match. it's left the hallway just faintly rose colored, and there's a pretty ribbon tied around a banister, white and printed with soft silver snowflakes. that takes a couple of hours--then, he gets right to work on baking.

the whole house smells like ginger and spices, now. there's his third sheet of gingerbread in the oven, and he's cutting out shapes in a cooked piece when shu trods into the kitchen. dressed in casual clothes, a shirt just a little too big and sweatpants, and an apron over to protect it (it's shu's; nazuna's a habitual clothing thief, but he's not getting icing all over his boyfriend's shirt), nazuna lifts his head and smiles at him. he's got powdered sugar all over the apron, and there's a smear of flour on his cheek. ]

Good morning, sleepyhead! [ he chirps, cheerful, clearly as happy as happy can be. ] Sorry about the mess, I'll clean it up now.