[A/N: The day is here, Suzukaze Aoba’s birthday. Our little girl’s 20th. I don’t drink, have never been truly drunk, nor am I particularly comfortable being around alcohol and drunk people. Yet still I went ahead and did a story about Aoba’s first time drinking. It feels appropriate for the characters, so I wanted to try. Another challenge to myself, I suppose. But since I have so little experience here, I apologise in advance if this comes off as incorrect. And I’m sorry for my poor attempts at giving Yun an accent.]
Finally she was 20 years old, the big Two Oh, and the others couldn’t make fun of her any longer. Or so she thought.
Very carefully Aoba stuck her tongue into the sake cup, and tested it out. “Ugh, it still doesn’t taste good…” she said without thinking. It had been a year, but somehow she hadn’t quite forgotten that taste. Could she have imagined back then where she would be now?
“Still? Aoba-chan, are you admitting to being a criminal?” Hajime sounded far more amused than surprised. The grin on her face certainly suggested as much.
“Eh? I-I-I-I mean…” Aoba sputtered, a moment of panic seizing her.
[A/N: I have planned for a while to do a birthday fic for New Game‘s Aoba, and was for a while thinking to just lump her and Hifumi’s fics into one, since they’re only like 10 days apart, but then I got an idea for a short stand-alone for Hifumi. Though I didn’t think of it until the 24th, where I re-discovered her birthday is the 23rd, and not the 28th like I for some reason thought. Between that, and some writer’s block, this is very belated. Sorry about that, Hifumi. Will hopefully get Aoba’s out on time, though.
Also, I think this is most actually video-game focused New Game fic I’ve done.]
“Happy Birthday, love!” It was past dinner, and cake had been had at work, so now it was time for the gifting.
“Thank you, sweetie,” Hifumi said as she accepted Aoba’s present. Though as soon as she took hold of it, she had a feeling she knew what it was. Opening it up merely provided confirmation. “Aoba, why do you keep buying me lingerie?” she asked, even though she knew the answer.
“Because you look so great in it,” Aoba said with a grin, while leaving “You look great in anything” unsaid.
[A/N: Now that we’re officially in Advent season, it’s time to start writing Christmas fics. First up is New Game, as I started pondering that one about a week ago. I have two other ideas, but they rely on getting some stuff done first in preparation. And we’ll see what else pops up after that. I know fics like this aren’t very exciting, but I just love writing these two as very domestic.]
It was early December, and in the Suzukaze-Takimoto household Christmas preparations had already begun.
“Are you done yet?” Hifumi asked. Her anticipation level was high.
“Yeah, yeah, hang on,” Aoba said right before she came out of the bedroom wearing a santa outfit. “Are you sure I shouldn’t be wearing stockings with this?” She had the hat on, and the sleeved santa dress that went down to her thighs, but little else. “And I can’t seem to get the mantle right…” That one she had left behind for now.
[A/N: With New Game!! complete, here’s a collection short after the fact scenes. Spoilers for the finale! The timelines for these stories might not be entirely concurrent. ]
Aoba was smiling as she sat at the computer.
“Peco’s selling well, it seems,” Hifumi said, and Aoba jumped.
“Gah! You’ve gotten way too good at sneaking up on me,” Aoba said, putting a hand over her heart.
“Or maybe you’re just getting too used to my presence,” Hifumi countered, and smiled at Aoba as she swivelled the chair around to face her fiance.
“Shouldn’t it work the other way, that I get better at noticing you?” Aoba asked with a wry smile. “But yeah, it seems like the game is going to be a success.” Her smiled waned a little, and she turned back towards the screen. “But…”
[A/N: New Game S2 is still giving me ideas for new stories. No new Umiko/Nene idea yet though. Maybe soon.]
Hifumi smiled to herself. It was nice when everything was going on schedule. Even if it meant staying late to finish writing that schedule. Maybe staying late wasn’t strictly necessary, but she had her reasons.
Aoba’s design work was coming along nicely. Hifumi thought they were cute. Maybe occasionally a little weird. Though Aoba seemed tired at times. At least once it looked like she had been crying before she came home. All Hifumi thought she could do was be supportive. Aoba would tell her about it if she felt the need to.
Yun had seemed more motivated lately. Not that she had ever slacked on her work, but there seemed to be something extra spirited about her. Hifumi selfishly hoped that part of that was because of her leadership.
And Momo was picking things up quickly. Probably quicker than Aoba did, though she didn’t want to say that openly to her fiance. Momo’s main issue was that she seemed to have trouble interacting with the others. Which Hifumi could empathise with, but it still made her worry. Also…
[A/N: It’s been a while since the last entry in this series now, so to spare anyone who doesn’t want to go back and read those previous stories, here’s the TL;DR: Aoba and Hifumi are living together, and are engaged.]
Hifumi is resting in the office at home. There had been a meeting at work today, and by the time she got home she was exhausted. Aoba had gone shopping to give Hifumi some quiet time. Hifumi smiles fondly thinking about her fiance, certain she has made the right choice.
She could have gone taken a nap in bed, but if she ends up sleeping too long, it will ruin her night’s sleep. Dimming the lights in the office, and resting on the couch in there is an acceptable alternative. She has a napping pillow similar to the one at work, and is currently resting on her side while gently petting Sojiro with two fingers. The little hedgehog has a perpetually grumpy look, but Hifumi can tell he loves her. She’s sure he likes Aoba too, even if Aoba isn’t as convinced. She puts too much stock in his expression.
[A/N: Another Umiko/Nene fic, because they are so darn cute. It’s a sequel to the previous one, but I don’t think you necessarily have to have read it to enjoy this one.]
“Umicchi!” Nene called out while hurrying over to Umiko. For her part, Umiko’s eyebrow twitched.
“I told you not to call me that,” Umiko said in a dangerous tone, and started reaching into her purse.
“Ah, don’t shoot me! I’m sorry, Umiko-san,” Nene said quickly, throwing up her hands as a sense of panic settling over her. But Umiko didn’t stop, and out of her purse she pulled! Some breath mints.
“Don’t be silly, Sakura-san. I wouldn’t be so foolish as to take out a gun in public,” Umiko said with a satisfied smile. Not that she was carrying one anyway, but hopefully that reaction meant Nene had learned better. “But seriously, don’t call me that. I mean it. You want one?” She offered a breath mint to Nene.
“Sure,” Nene said a little hesitantly, lowering her hands slowly. Just in case there was a catch to it. However, she just got a breath mint. It tasted minty. A bit stronger than she expected.
It was time for their next progress meeting, and Umiko was heading for the place where she was meeting Nene. Something had been on her mind regarding these meetings though. Weren’t they sort of like dates? They fed each other ice cream. That’s a date thing. Even using the same spoon. A slight hint of pink manifested on Umiko’s cheeks.
But she knew better than to make assumptions without further proof. Nene was a little younger, and perhaps it’s common for her to do that stuff as just a friendly thing. Perhaps she was oblivious to what she was doing. That was also a possibility. Nene might be a bit childish, but Umiko could admit she was a little charmed by this brash girl. It was easy to feel relaxed around her, especially because of how straight-forward she was.
She smiled slightly as she approached their meeting place, and saw Nene had arrived first this time. Perhaps Umiko should ambush her, but there wasn’t a lot of cover. Had Nene purposefully placed herself as much in the open as possible? Umiko figured she might as well just approach normally.
It’s a nice relaxed morning for Aoba and Hifumi. Actually it’s nearly noon, and they’re having a slightly early lunch because they’re soon heading out to walk under the cherry blossoms.
It has been two months since they moved together now. One month since they moved into a slightly bigger place. They quickly realised Hifumi’s old apartment wasn’t suited for two people living there full time.
[NSFW: Explicit Sexual Content]
[Follow-up to Meeting The Parents]
“Hey, I’m 19 now, you know!” Aoba says loudly as Hifumi, Hajime, and Yun laugh at her.
“Yet still not old enough to drink,” Hifumi teases, and boops her nose. Aoba pouts very grumpily. Hifumi’s not drinking tonight either though. She has plans for later.
“And you’ll always be younger than us,” Hajime says, earning a scowl from Aoba, which just causes her and Yun to laugh even more.
They have all gone out after work today in honour of Aoba’s birthday. There had been a small celebration at lunch-break too, like with Hifumi last week. Then the four of them decided an after-work outing was called for. Kou and Rin unfortunately couldn’t come. Aoba thinks she’s being teased too much, though.