Pairing: Satou Shigeki/Fuwa Daichi (Whistle!)
Rating: PG, 419 words
Summary: "Don't sweat it. Just buy me dinner and we'll call it even." (set after the game in ep. 22)
Notes: I honestly have no recollection of writing this, and am not sure where I was going with it, but I found it and figured I'd just post it as is. Apparently I was really into Whistle! for a week way back when.
Shige is startled to hear Fuwa's voice when he answers his phone. He didn't think Fuwa even had his number, let alone the reason to call it.
"Are you available tonight?"
Shige runs a hand through his hair. "Available for what? You want to practice again already?"
"I owe you one."
"You—" Shige lets out a sigh. "Oh. I didn't mean for you to take that literally. It was a joke, you know? Spur of the moment kind of thing."
There's a sound on the other line like Fuwa is fiddling with the phone cord, like he's nervous, but Fuwa is never really nervous. "I didn't think it was a joke. You saved that ball so it follows that I owe you one."
Shige laughs. It seems unfair to take advantage like this, but if Fuwa is willing to buy him food, then he might as well take him up on the offer. "Fair enough. Do you want to just meet at the meat bun stand, the one a few blocks over from the school?"
He hears the phone cord crumple and slacken again. "I could come to your house."
"I'm not quite following. You want to bring me dinner?"
It's Fuwa's turn to sigh. "I've consulted the magazines and references on this subject. I know the proper decorum."
Shige sits down on the edge of his bed. He doesn't know what kind of references there are out there for dinner I-O-U situations, but if such things exist, Fuwa of all people would have found and read them. "I didn't think there was a standard way to go about this. You honestly don't have to bother. I thought you'd have forgotten by now. I mean, it was just in the middle of the game and—"
"Forgetting would be dishonorable," Fuwa replies quickly. "I'll pick you up for the date in about an hour, then."
"Yes, that is the proper term for such a meeting. Dinner, and possibly other activities, with one party paying."
Shige shakes his head. "Fuwa-chan, you're not looking at this right. It's not a date unless the girl is cute and you like her, you know? If it's just an off-hand soccer thing, then it doesn't count."
There's a long silence, so long that Shige wonders if maybe Fuwa's phone got disconnected, but finally the reply comes: "Shouldn't both parties be in agreement about whether or not it counts? Maybe we can come to a consensus after the fact. See you in an hour."
The line clicks and Fuwa stares at his phone, unable, for once, to find words.