Find Your Courage 2/5
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write_my_dreamsTitle: Find Your Courage
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write_my_dreamsPairing: Asagi x Tsunehito
Genre: AU, humor, fluff
Warning/Disclaimer: Nothing to warn about. D, unfortunately, doesn't belong to me.
Rating: PG
Chapters: 2/5
Summary: Ruiza is tired of Asagi dragging him to the same cafe everyday just to see Tsunehito. So he decides to break the routine and tell Tsunehito how Asagi feels about him.
Author's Comment: I wrote most of this while on the shinkansen to see D's 10th anniversary. And... didn't touch it until a few days ago because I was stressed/busy and then didn't feel like working on this fic when I had new ideas to amuse me. But, I'm trying to go back and finish things instead of running off to new ideas like I usually do.
The sticky note with Tsunehito’s number lay on the table next to Asagi’s phone. It challenged him to call the barista and had been doing so for the last hour. Asagi kept reaching for his phone then would hesitate and pull back. Would he seem desperate if he called Tsunehito the same day he received his number? Or would he seem uninterested if he didn’t call today? And worse… what if Tsunehito had changed his mind and didn’t want Asagi to call him anymore?
Asagi jumped as Minya leapt onto the table. The grey and white cat flopped down on top of the phone and sticky note. Minya then stretched out his front paws, meowing up at Asagi. He tried to put on a stern face but couldn’t at how cute his cat was. “Minya… you’re not supposed to be on the table,” he admonished. Asagi scratched Minya under the chin anyway. It was so difficult to be annoyed with any of his precious cats. He jumped again as his phone rang. For a brief, panicked moment he wondered if Tsunehito was calling. Then remembered that the barista didn’t have his phone number. So it was probably Ruiza. Minya looked confused at the sound, glancing down to see what was happening under him. Asagi gently moved him so he could pick up his phone, earning an irritated meow from the cat. He jumped off the table in favor of more peaceful places to sleep. Asagi bit his lip as he saw the call was from Ruiza. As expected.
“H-”
“Did you call Tsunehito yet?” Ruiza cut him off as he started to greet him. There was an awkward pause as Asagi considered a way to explain his hesitation. Ruiza sighed loudly. “You haven’t called him yet, have you.” It wasn’t a question.
Asagi gave the sticky note a guilty look. “No…”
“Hang up the damn phone and call him! You’ve been longing for him for two months and now that you get a chance you aren’t acting on it!” Ruiza sounded despairing.
“What if he doesn’t want me?” Asagi replied, hating how small and pitiful his voice was. He couldn’t help it though. Dating always made him insecure. One bad relationship too many had scarred him in more ways than one.
Ruiza sighed again. “Asagi… Tsunehito will adore you if you give him a chance. And he did give you his number. That counts for something, doesn’t it? Look, I know you’re insecure but if you don’t date someone you’re going to end up alone and miserable with ten cats.”
“I’m not going to become the crazy cat lady,” Asagi protested.
“Asagi. You’re well on your way to becoming one.”
He smiled a little as he glanced towards the top of the couch where another of his cats was curled up to sleep. Well… he did love cats. They were always there for him. They also seemed to sense whenever he was miserable and needed a warm, furry body to cuddle up with. And purring.
“Just call Tsunehito,” Ruiza huffed. “Do I need to come over and dial his number for you?” He was sounding exasperated again.
“No,” Asagi insisted. That would be too pathetic… even for him. He really did like Tsunehito and didn’t want to make himself seem even more awkward than he already was. Also, Ruiza would tease him forever if he had to get Asagi into contact with the barista. “I’m going to call him now. Bye, Rui.” He hung up before Ruiza had a chance to respond. Asagi picked up the sticky note with Tsunehito’s number. The digits seemed so innocuous. In truth, they weren’t. Calling this number could either make Asagi happy (if Tsunehito agreed to go on a date with him) or depressed (if he was rejected… or, most likely, made a complete fool of himself). Why was dating so difficult? It was no wonder that he worked so hard. But then he thought of how Tsunehito always smiled at him. And he had given Asagi the number so that meant he was interested in him.
The only way to find out what would happen was to call.
Asagi took a deep breath then dialed Tsunehito’s number. He had to fix the digits twice since his hand had started shaking badly enough that he kept making mistakes. Finally he was able to dial the numbers. Asagi stared at them for a moment, triple checking that they matched the numbers on the note. Then, squeezing his eyes shut, he pressed call and held the phone to his ear. As he heard the dial tone he couldn’t help but panic. What if Tsunehito was busy and couldn’t talk? How was he supposed to leave a voicemail without sounding like a babbling idiot? Or just… panicking and not saying anything? This was already a disaster! Asagi was tempted to hang up by the third ring but knew Ruiza would harass him until he talked to Tsunehito.
He almost dropped the phone as the barista answered. “Hello?”
“Ah… this is… Asagi. From the café.” Impressive—a coherent sentence.
Tsunehito laughed softly. “Hi, Asagi. I wasn’t sure if you would call me or not. Did your friend make you do it?”
Asagi blushed. That was embarrassing. “I… no.” Ruiza had pushed him to call but it had been Asagi himself who dialed the numbers and called. “Are you busy?”
“No,” Tsunehito replied. “I’m just sitting at home.”
“All right.”
“Asagi, why are you so afraid to talk to me? I always thought you were sweet… I’m sure you’re aware of the creeps that come to the café sometimes.”
Asagi did know them. It was almost always salarymen who thought they could flirt with the attractive, young barista before trudging off to their slavish lives at the office. Sometimes they would go too far and Asagi, though normally a gentle person, had to fight down violent impulses. “I… I’m aware of them. I was just… worried you wouldn’t be interested in me. Or you’d think I was just like them and trying to pick you up.”
Tsunehito laughed again. “If you were anything like them I’d never have given you my number!” He paused to recollect himself. Asagi was now squeezing his phone tightly. So Tsunehito didn’t think he was like the creepy salarymen. That was good. He’d been afraid the barista would do so. “Do you want to meet somewhere and have dinner? Or just a drink?”
Panic again. “I- yes. Where?”
“That depends,” Tsunehito’s tone was definitely flirty now. “Dinner or a drink?”
“A drink. If you’re still interested in me, I’ll take you out for dinner.” Where had that boldness come from? Asagi had obviously surprised Tsunehito as much as he’d surprised himself since there was silence on the other line.
“All right, deal. Let me just change… I’ll text you an address, okay?”
“Okay.” Asagi started fussing with the ends of his hair with his free hand. That unexpected boldness had vanished abruptly, leaving room for his anxiety to return. It’d been an embarrassingly long time since he’d asked someone out for a date. Especially someone like Tsunehito.
“I’ll see you soon,” the barista said. “Don’t be so nervous!”
Asagi took a breath. He’d been able to call Tsunehito (with Ruiza’s encouragement) so he had at least done that. Getting through the date without being a nervous wreck was the next difficult step. “I’ll try.”
Tsunehito chuckled. “All right. Bye, Asagi.” He hung up soon after. A couple minutes later Asagi got a text with an address. He knew the area the bar was in so it shouldn’t be too difficult to find. Asagi glanced down at himself, knowing he should change too. His “I <3 Cats” shirt and sweatpants were definitely not date appropriate. He got up then paused. Ruiza should know about his date.
I called Tsunehito. We’re meeting for drinks tonight. Asagi sent the message.
Ruiza responded almost instantly. He must have been waiting for Asagi to update him on what was happening. Good! I told you Tsunehito would like you. Now don’t be so nervous. Don’t bring him roses either.
Asagi scowled at his phone. His love of roses was well known but he wouldn’t bring flowers to a bar. I wasn’t going to!
Make sure you don’t have cat hair on your shirt either.
Asagi couldn’t help but laugh at that. I’ll try.
Or your pants!
Asagi chuckled to himself as he went into his bedroom to change. Ruiza was used to the ever-present layer of cat hair on Asagi’s clothes. When you owned a pet it was difficult to leave the apartment without pet hair. Once Asagi had changed into jeans and a button-up shirt (checking that both were free of cat hair) he grabbed his jacket. He put it on, tucking his wallet and phone into his pockets before slipping into his shoes. There. Now he was ready for his date. Or was he? Asagi glanced up at the mirror over the entryway. He looked… nervous. Or like he was going to have a panic attack. Sighing, he pulled his long hair out from under his jacket collar. Hopefully he would calm down before he reached the bar. He didn’t want his anxiety to scare off his date.
Notes
1) Good news - I wrote Chapter 3 on the train back from Chicago. So Chapter 3 is done, I just have to type it and edit it and then I can post it.
2) I'm trying to keep this fic around 5 chapters but I don't want to put in chapter numbers yet until I can figure out what else I want to write with this
3) Sorry for the long wait!
Asagi jumped as Minya leapt onto the table. The grey and white cat flopped down on top of the phone and sticky note. Minya then stretched out his front paws, meowing up at Asagi. He tried to put on a stern face but couldn’t at how cute his cat was. “Minya… you’re not supposed to be on the table,” he admonished. Asagi scratched Minya under the chin anyway. It was so difficult to be annoyed with any of his precious cats. He jumped again as his phone rang. For a brief, panicked moment he wondered if Tsunehito was calling. Then remembered that the barista didn’t have his phone number. So it was probably Ruiza. Minya looked confused at the sound, glancing down to see what was happening under him. Asagi gently moved him so he could pick up his phone, earning an irritated meow from the cat. He jumped off the table in favor of more peaceful places to sleep. Asagi bit his lip as he saw the call was from Ruiza. As expected.
“H-”
“Did you call Tsunehito yet?” Ruiza cut him off as he started to greet him. There was an awkward pause as Asagi considered a way to explain his hesitation. Ruiza sighed loudly. “You haven’t called him yet, have you.” It wasn’t a question.
Asagi gave the sticky note a guilty look. “No…”
“Hang up the damn phone and call him! You’ve been longing for him for two months and now that you get a chance you aren’t acting on it!” Ruiza sounded despairing.
“What if he doesn’t want me?” Asagi replied, hating how small and pitiful his voice was. He couldn’t help it though. Dating always made him insecure. One bad relationship too many had scarred him in more ways than one.
Ruiza sighed again. “Asagi… Tsunehito will adore you if you give him a chance. And he did give you his number. That counts for something, doesn’t it? Look, I know you’re insecure but if you don’t date someone you’re going to end up alone and miserable with ten cats.”
“I’m not going to become the crazy cat lady,” Asagi protested.
“Asagi. You’re well on your way to becoming one.”
He smiled a little as he glanced towards the top of the couch where another of his cats was curled up to sleep. Well… he did love cats. They were always there for him. They also seemed to sense whenever he was miserable and needed a warm, furry body to cuddle up with. And purring.
“Just call Tsunehito,” Ruiza huffed. “Do I need to come over and dial his number for you?” He was sounding exasperated again.
“No,” Asagi insisted. That would be too pathetic… even for him. He really did like Tsunehito and didn’t want to make himself seem even more awkward than he already was. Also, Ruiza would tease him forever if he had to get Asagi into contact with the barista. “I’m going to call him now. Bye, Rui.” He hung up before Ruiza had a chance to respond. Asagi picked up the sticky note with Tsunehito’s number. The digits seemed so innocuous. In truth, they weren’t. Calling this number could either make Asagi happy (if Tsunehito agreed to go on a date with him) or depressed (if he was rejected… or, most likely, made a complete fool of himself). Why was dating so difficult? It was no wonder that he worked so hard. But then he thought of how Tsunehito always smiled at him. And he had given Asagi the number so that meant he was interested in him.
The only way to find out what would happen was to call.
Asagi took a deep breath then dialed Tsunehito’s number. He had to fix the digits twice since his hand had started shaking badly enough that he kept making mistakes. Finally he was able to dial the numbers. Asagi stared at them for a moment, triple checking that they matched the numbers on the note. Then, squeezing his eyes shut, he pressed call and held the phone to his ear. As he heard the dial tone he couldn’t help but panic. What if Tsunehito was busy and couldn’t talk? How was he supposed to leave a voicemail without sounding like a babbling idiot? Or just… panicking and not saying anything? This was already a disaster! Asagi was tempted to hang up by the third ring but knew Ruiza would harass him until he talked to Tsunehito.
He almost dropped the phone as the barista answered. “Hello?”
“Ah… this is… Asagi. From the café.” Impressive—a coherent sentence.
Tsunehito laughed softly. “Hi, Asagi. I wasn’t sure if you would call me or not. Did your friend make you do it?”
Asagi blushed. That was embarrassing. “I… no.” Ruiza had pushed him to call but it had been Asagi himself who dialed the numbers and called. “Are you busy?”
“No,” Tsunehito replied. “I’m just sitting at home.”
“All right.”
“Asagi, why are you so afraid to talk to me? I always thought you were sweet… I’m sure you’re aware of the creeps that come to the café sometimes.”
Asagi did know them. It was almost always salarymen who thought they could flirt with the attractive, young barista before trudging off to their slavish lives at the office. Sometimes they would go too far and Asagi, though normally a gentle person, had to fight down violent impulses. “I… I’m aware of them. I was just… worried you wouldn’t be interested in me. Or you’d think I was just like them and trying to pick you up.”
Tsunehito laughed again. “If you were anything like them I’d never have given you my number!” He paused to recollect himself. Asagi was now squeezing his phone tightly. So Tsunehito didn’t think he was like the creepy salarymen. That was good. He’d been afraid the barista would do so. “Do you want to meet somewhere and have dinner? Or just a drink?”
Panic again. “I- yes. Where?”
“That depends,” Tsunehito’s tone was definitely flirty now. “Dinner or a drink?”
“A drink. If you’re still interested in me, I’ll take you out for dinner.” Where had that boldness come from? Asagi had obviously surprised Tsunehito as much as he’d surprised himself since there was silence on the other line.
“All right, deal. Let me just change… I’ll text you an address, okay?”
“Okay.” Asagi started fussing with the ends of his hair with his free hand. That unexpected boldness had vanished abruptly, leaving room for his anxiety to return. It’d been an embarrassingly long time since he’d asked someone out for a date. Especially someone like Tsunehito.
“I’ll see you soon,” the barista said. “Don’t be so nervous!”
Asagi took a breath. He’d been able to call Tsunehito (with Ruiza’s encouragement) so he had at least done that. Getting through the date without being a nervous wreck was the next difficult step. “I’ll try.”
Tsunehito chuckled. “All right. Bye, Asagi.” He hung up soon after. A couple minutes later Asagi got a text with an address. He knew the area the bar was in so it shouldn’t be too difficult to find. Asagi glanced down at himself, knowing he should change too. His “I <3 Cats” shirt and sweatpants were definitely not date appropriate. He got up then paused. Ruiza should know about his date.
I called Tsunehito. We’re meeting for drinks tonight. Asagi sent the message.
Ruiza responded almost instantly. He must have been waiting for Asagi to update him on what was happening. Good! I told you Tsunehito would like you. Now don’t be so nervous. Don’t bring him roses either.
Asagi scowled at his phone. His love of roses was well known but he wouldn’t bring flowers to a bar. I wasn’t going to!
Make sure you don’t have cat hair on your shirt either.
Asagi couldn’t help but laugh at that. I’ll try.
Or your pants!
Asagi chuckled to himself as he went into his bedroom to change. Ruiza was used to the ever-present layer of cat hair on Asagi’s clothes. When you owned a pet it was difficult to leave the apartment without pet hair. Once Asagi had changed into jeans and a button-up shirt (checking that both were free of cat hair) he grabbed his jacket. He put it on, tucking his wallet and phone into his pockets before slipping into his shoes. There. Now he was ready for his date. Or was he? Asagi glanced up at the mirror over the entryway. He looked… nervous. Or like he was going to have a panic attack. Sighing, he pulled his long hair out from under his jacket collar. Hopefully he would calm down before he reached the bar. He didn’t want his anxiety to scare off his date.
Notes
1) Good news - I wrote Chapter 3 on the train back from Chicago. So Chapter 3 is done, I just have to type it and edit it and then I can post it.
2) I'm trying to keep this fic around 5 chapters but I don't want to put in chapter numbers yet until I can figure out what else I want to write with this
3) Sorry for the long wait!
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Date: 2013-05-25 02:01 am (UTC)I look forward to the next chapter!!
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Date: 2013-05-25 02:47 am (UTC)I think I'll try updating the other two multi-chapters I have going before I get back to Find Your Courage... might be good to have a system of sorts
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Date: 2013-05-25 05:10 pm (UTC)Glad you liked :)
Don't worry, you at least commented
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Date: 2013-05-26 04:18 pm (UTC)I love how awkward Asagi is. XD Can't wait to read what happens next!
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Date: 2013-05-26 04:27 pm (UTC)I have too much fun writing awkward Asagi XD He gets bolder during their date... with occasional lapses into terrible awkwardness again. I'm fighting with Chapter 3 of Lover's Blood
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Date: 2013-05-26 04:42 pm (UTC)Asagi x Tsunehito is my favorite pairing so a new chapter for either fic is good! All of your fics are great. :3
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