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Disclaimer: I own nothing regarding Viewfinder and its characters.

A/N: A collection of plotless drabbles focusing on the Viewfinder characters (mainly Aki/Asami). Themes vary and they might seem a bit OOC at times, but hopefully they will still make for an enjoyable read :)

Apple

Asami stares at the apple pie cooling on the kitchen window sill with a frown.

Behind him, Akihito crosses his arms in front of himself clearly unamused by the expression.

"Well, you said you liked apple pie, didn't you?" He notes, looking almost offended. "...And that you hadn't had one in a while, so I baked one. There!" He adds, unable to hide the blush tinting his cheeks.

Asami's eyes travel from the pie to Akihito, back to the pie again. He can't say he doesn't feel somewhat touched by the gesture, but...

"Why is the crust... pink?" He asks, frowning again, as Akihito can only laugh nervously in return.

Butterflies

Akihito usually feels it coming. A light weight sensation in the pit of his stomach; the anticipation of it suddenly rising.

The aggravating thing is that nowadays it takes but one look from the other man to start the whole process. Sometimes he really hates being in love...

"What is it?" Asami asks from across the table; an amused gleam on his eyes.

He knows, of course. He always does. The damn effect he has on Akihito.

"Nothing." The youngster replies with annoyance, feeling the butterflies already swirling inside his stomach as his cheeks turn crimson.

Camera

He fidgets the present in his hands not knowing what to say.

It is by far the most expensive gift he has ever received, yet he doesn't know how to express his gratitude in words.

He lifts his eyes from the brand new camera, to find the other man staring quietly at him, a content smile on his lips.

"Happy Birthday." Asami tells him.

Instead of replying though, Akihito walks silently towards him.

Asami's surprised look as he gently pulls on his tie to plant a kiss on his lips doesn't escape Akihito's notice, but you see, sometimes actions speak louder than words.

Desire

Akihito stands in front of the bedroom door, biting his lip nervously.

The apartment is silent in the dead of night, yet he feels as if his heartbeats can be heard across the walls.

He lifts a shaky hand to the door intent on knocking, but at the last second gives up and turns around.

He feels stupid and needy and decides a cold shower might kick his senses back into gear.... but it is too late for that.

A strong arm snakes around his waist bringing his back into contact with a broad toned chest.

By the time the musky scent oozing off from the other man envelops him, Akihito knows he is a goner.

"You should be more open with your desires." Asami whispers huskily against his ear, before pulling him back towards the bedroom.