A/N: I really like 'Slices of Life'

A/N: I really like 'Slices of Life' types of fanfics and I think there is so much about the daily lives of the Viewfinder characters worth exploring that I thought I'd try my luck at writing a few one-shots of the type. Hope you enjoy reading!

Disclaimer: I don't own Viewfinder or its characters, because if I did, Asami would not be allowed to wear clothes... ever XP

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Akihito eyed the kitchen's wall clock for the hundredth time that evening.

"…There's still time. You can do it Akihito, come on, you still have time." He said out loud, wiping away the flour residue staining his cheeks with the back of his sleeve.

He had been cooking and baking non-stop for 4 hours now, the results of his hard work already on display on the living room's dining table, save for the cake which he was currently finishing decorating.

Of course, it wasn't just any cake… It was a devil's food cake; Asami's favorite. And Akihito was busy decorating it with chocolate sprinkles so it read on top 'Happy Birthday Asami!'.

The fact he'd managed to find out that today was Asami's birthday had been a complete accident though.

It was Asami's assistant who had let him know that morning, when he stopped by the apartment to collect some documents that Asami had left behind by accident.

Akihito was finishing his breakfast at the time, and as the assistant knew quite well his way around the house, he just let him roam around unattended.

"Oh, by the way." The assistant said, while storing the documents in his briefcase. "The surprise dinner party for Asami-sama is this evening at club Dracaena, so don't expect him back before midnight."

"Huh? !... Surprise dinner party?" Akihito asked confused.

"Yes, for Asami-sama's birthday." The other man retorted, as if it was common knowledge. "Don't tell me you didn't know it was Asami-sama's birthday today?"

"O-Of course I did." Akihito smiled nervously.

He was lying though. He really had no idea, and as much as he'd afterwards tried to think of any changes in Asami's behavior over the past few days that might have ended up giving him a clue of the fact, he couldn't think of anything. Asami had acted as his usual self all throughout.

Even during that same morning, as he and Akihito had woken up in the same bed in a tangle of limbs and wrinkled sheets and Asami had dragged the younger man along with him to the bathroom so that they could take their morning shower together (…despite Akihito's many protests!), he hadn't acted as if there was anything special about that day at all.

Now knowing the truth though, Akihito wouldn't let the occasion go by without some sort of celebration. So he had spent his entire day at work figuring out what he'd cook for Asami; barely focusing his attention on the fashion photo-shoot he had been hired to perform.

It wasn't long before he settled on homemade yakisoba, which he knew was Asami's favorite dish, and a devil's food birthday cake.

He figured that even though Asami would be attending the dinner party later on, he would most likely not eat much, since he was used to having dinner much later in the evening, so it would be nice to return home and find a special meal cooked just for him.

So after Akihito had finished work for the day, he stopped by the local grocery shop near Asami's apartment complex to purchase all the ingredients he would need.

He was already on his way home with the groceries, when walking past a stationary shop something on the store front's display window caught his attention.

It was a medium size leather organizer, nothing fancy, an item more practical than anything, but as soon as Akihito's eyes fell on it, he immediately thought of Asami.

For a while now, Akihito had been debating with the idea of suggesting to Asami for him to get one. The man was notorious for leaving his paperwork scattered around the house after all, and on more than one occasion had been forced to send his assistant to the apartment to fish around for some important document he'd left behind.

Maybe if he had an organizer, where he could keep all of his most important paperwork, it would save him a lot of trouble.

Akihito shortened his distance to the display window, eyeing the price tag on the organizer.

Sure, the thing wasn't hugely expensive, but on Akihito's budget, buying it would mean that he'd have to go on a soup diet until his next pay check.

He bit his lower lip, eyeing the article, as if to decide whether or not to purchase it, but before he could stop himself, his feet acted on their own accord, dragging him inside the shop.

Akihito eyed the fancy wrapping paper and bow hiding the organizer from view as he placed the decorated birthday cake on the dining room's table. The shop owner had really outdone himself when wrapping it. Whoever saw the gift wrapping would probably think it was hiding a really expensive present.

He didn't want Asami to notice the present as soon as he first entered the room though, so Akihito picked it up from the table and hid it behind one the couch's pillows, intent on pulling out of its hiding place after he arrived.

As he did so, he caught sight of himself in the living room's standing mirror and couldn't help but grimace at his own reflection.

He looked like a mess.

There were chocolate and sauce stains on his t-shirt and his face and arms were smudged with cake batter; he even had flower dust on his hair.

He went back to the kitchen to peek at the clock again. 25 minutes to midnight. "Great! I still have time for a quick shower before he gets here." He thought, undressing on his way to the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes later, feeling clean and refreshed, Akihito stepped out of the shower, putting on a clean pair of boxers and a tank top. He was on his way to his bedroom, towel still on his head, when passing through the living room, the scene in front of him made him freeze.

Asami was standing by the dining room table, eyeing the birthday cake as if it was some kind of unknown foreign object.

"Ha, you're home early!... Your assistant said you wouldn't be here until after midnight." Akihito said, somewhat disappointed. He had been hoping to greet Asami as he first arrived.

Asami looked from the cake, to Akihito, back to the cake. "Did you...?" He asked, looking at the young man once again, while pointing to the cake.

Akihito felt his cheeks burn, despite himself. "Happy Birthday!... It's a devil's food cake. I hope you like it."

Asami still looked like the whole situation was quite unexpected to him. "…How did you find out?" He asked intrigued, while he removed his suit's jacket and placed it on the back of one of the dining chairs. He couldn't seem to be able to take his eyes off the cake.

"Oh, your assistance mentioned it this morning while he was here... I cooked yakisoba for dinner too. I hope you're hung-"

Akihito didn't finish his sentence though, because the weirdest thing happened at that moment...

Asami smiled.

Sure, it was probably an unconscious thing on his part (Asami was not the type of person to openly display his excitement after all), and probably few people besides Akihito would even qualify it as a smile, but knowing Asami as he did, Akihito new that that was about as open as Asami would get, and for some reason that ended up making him want to smile as well.

"Huh, the bath water is ready in case you want to shower before dinner. But hurry up, otherwise I'll have to re-heat the food."

Asami looked back at him, as if he was about to say something, but for the first time since the both of them had met, the older man seemed to be at a loss for words. So instead he just kept looking at Akihito in silence, that same half-grin, half-smile visible on his lips.

Feeling oddly self-aware of his attention, Akihito nevertheless took the opportunity to push Asami towards the bathroom. "Come on, hurry up. I'll get the drinks ready while you're in the shower."

As soon as he heard the shower running, Akihito rushed to the kitchen to prepare the cocktails which recipes he had downloaded from the Internet earlier on.

He managed to spill the contents of the shaker twice before having enough to fill two cocktail glasses, but eventually he got there.

After taking the drinks to the living room, he crossed over to the couch, pulling out his present for Asami from its hideout, and placed it on top of the table, beside the cocktails.

As he heard Asami turn off the shower head in the bathroom, he picked up his suit jacket from the chair, and ended up noticing something else placed on the chair's seat.

A little blue Emporio Armani carry-on bag decorated with a bow.

Akihito found himself frowning. "...He probably got it as a present from someone… I wonder who..." He whispered to himself, as he eyed the expensive brand name, before turning his gaze back to the present he'd paced on top of the table.

Suddenly the wrapping paper and bow didn't look to him that fancy anymore. "There's no way I could ever compete with Armani." He sighed quietly, feeling all of a sudden embarrassed by his present.

He didn't have much time to brood over it though, as the bathroom's door clicked open and he heard Asami's footsteps approaching from the hall.

Unable to do much else, Akihito threw the jacket back on the chair and picked up his present hiding it behind his back. He had to find a way to discard it quickly.

He figured he was probably showing some kind of guilty expression, because as soon as Asami appeared on the living room's door frame, still drying out his damp hair with a towel, he frowned. "What's the matter?" He asked Akihito.

He had put on some workout pants and a dark tank top which showed off the muscles on his arms quite brilliantly. Akihito had to tell his brain to focus.

"N-Nothing." He replied, in what sounded even to him, a poor convincing tone.

Before Asami had a chance to ask him anything else, Akihito blurted out the first thing that came to his mind. "So did you get any expensive gif

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A/N: I really like 'Slices of Life' types of fanfics and I think there is so much about the daily lives of the Viewfinder characters worth exploring that I thought I'd try my luck at writing a few one-shots of the type. Hope you enjoy reading!Disclaimer: I don't own Viewfinder or its characters, because if I did, Asami would not be allowed to wear clothes... ever XPI.Akihito eyed the kitchen's wall clock for the hundredth time that evening."…There's still time. You can do it Akihito, come on, you still have time." He said out loud, wiping away the flour residue staining his cheeks with the back of his sleeve.He had been cooking and baking non-stop for 4 hours now, the results of his hard work already on display on the living room's dining table, save for the cake which he was currently finishing decorating.Of course, it wasn't just any cake… It was a devil's food cake; Asami's favorite. And Akihito was busy decorating it with chocolate sprinkles so it read on top 'Happy Birthday Asami!'.The fact he'd managed to find out that today was Asami's birthday had been a complete accident though.It was Asami's assistant who had let him know that morning, when he stopped by the apartment to collect some documents that Asami had left behind by accident.Akihito was finishing his breakfast at the time, and as the assistant knew quite well his way around the house, he just let him roam around unattended."Oh, bằng cách này." Trợ lý cho biết, trong khi lưu trữ các tài liệu trong cặp tài liệu của mình. "Các bên bữa ăn tối bất ngờ cho Asami-sama là này buổi tối tại câu lạc bộ Dracaena, do đó, không mong đợi anh ta trở lại trước khi nửa đêm.""Huh?!... ««Các bữa ăn tối bên bất ngờ?» Akihito hỏi nhầm lẫn."Có, nhất Asami-sama sinh nhật." Người đàn ông khác retorted, như thể nó là phổ biến kiến thức. "Đừng nói với tôi bạn không biết nó là ngày sinh nhật Asami-sama vào ngày hôm nay?""O-tất nhiên tôi đã làm." Akihito cười nervously.Hắn đã nói dối mặc dù. Ông thực sự không có ý tưởng, và càng nhiều càng tốt, sau đó ông đã cố gắng để nghĩ về bất kỳ thay đổi trong hành vi của Asami trong vài ngày qua đó có thể đã kết thúc lên cho anh ta một đầu mối của thực tế, ông không thể nghĩ về bất cứ điều gì. Asami đã hoạt động như bình thường của mình tự tất cả trong suốt.Thậm chí trong buổi sáng cùng ngày đó, khi ông và Akihito đã đánh thức giường cùng trong một mớ chân tay và nhăn tấm và Asami đã kéo lê người đàn ông trẻ cùng với anh ta vào nhà vệ sinh để họ có thể có tắm buổi sáng của họ với nhau (.. .despite Akihito của nhiều cuộc tuần hành!), ông đã không hành động như nếu có là bất cứ điều gì đặc biệt về ngày hôm đó ở tất cả.Bây giờ biết sự thật mặc dù, Akihito sẽ không cho dịp này trôi qua mà không có một số loại lễ kỷ niệm. Do đó, ông đã dành toàn bộ ngày của mình tại nơi làm việc để tìm ra những gì ông sẽ nấu ăn cho Asami; chỉ tập trung sự chú ý của ông về thời trang ảnh-shoot ông đã được thuê để thực hiện.Nó đã không lâu trước khi ông đã định cư trên homemade yakisoba, mà ông biết là món ăn ưa thích của Asami, và devil's thực phẩm bánh sinh nhật.He figured that even though Asami would be attending the dinner party later on, he would most likely not eat much, since he was used to having dinner much later in the evening, so it would be nice to return home and find a special meal cooked just for him.So after Akihito had finished work for the day, he stopped by the local grocery shop near Asami's apartment complex to purchase all the ingredients he would need.He was already on his way home with the groceries, when walking past a stationary shop something on the store front's display window caught his attention.It was a medium size leather organizer, nothing fancy, an item more practical than anything, but as soon as Akihito's eyes fell on it, he immediately thought of Asami.For a while now, Akihito had been debating with the idea of suggesting to Asami for him to get one. The man was notorious for leaving his paperwork scattered around the house after all, and on more than one occasion had been forced to send his assistant to the apartment to fish around for some important document he'd left behind.Maybe if he had an organizer, where he could keep all of his most important paperwork, it would save him a lot of trouble.Akihito shortened his distance to the display window, eyeing the price tag on the organizer.Sure, the thing wasn't hugely expensive, but on Akihito's budget, buying it would mean that he'd have to go on a soup diet until his next pay check.He bit his lower lip, eyeing the article, as if to decide whether or not to purchase it, but before he could stop himself, his feet acted on their own accord, dragging him inside the shop.Akihito eyed the fancy wrapping paper and bow hiding the organizer from view as he placed the decorated birthday cake on the dining room's table. The shop owner had really outdone himself when wrapping it. Whoever saw the gift wrapping would probably think it was hiding a really expensive present.He didn't want Asami to notice the present as soon as he first entered the room though, so Akihito picked it up from the table and hid it behind one the couch's pillows, intent on pulling out of its hiding place after he arrived.As he did so, he caught sight of himself in the living room's standing mirror and couldn't help but grimace at his own reflection.He looked like a mess.There were chocolate and sauce stains on his t-shirt and his face and arms were smudged with cake batter; he even had flower dust on his hair.He went back to the kitchen to peek at the clock again. 25 minutes to midnight. "Great! I still have time for a quick shower before he gets here." He thought, undressing on his way to the bathroom.Fifteen minutes later, feeling clean and refreshed, Akihito stepped out of the shower, putting on a clean pair of boxers and a tank top. He was on his way to his bedroom, towel still on his head, when passing through the living room, the scene in front of him made him freeze.Asami was standing by the dining room table, eyeing the birthday cake as if it was some kind of unknown foreign object."Ha, you're home early!... Your assistant said you wouldn't be here until after midnight." Akihito said, somewhat disappointed. He had been hoping to greet Asami as he first arrived.Asami looked from the cake, to Akihito, back to the cake. "Did you...?" He asked, looking at the young man once again, while pointing to the cake.Akihito felt his cheeks burn, despite himself. "Happy Birthday!... It's a devil's food cake. I hope you like it."Asami still looked like the whole situation was quite unexpected to him. "…How did you find out?" He asked intrigued, while he removed his suit's jacket and placed it on the back of one of the dining chairs. He couldn't seem to be able to take his eyes off the cake."Oh, your assistance mentioned it this morning while he was here... I cooked yakisoba for dinner too. I hope you're hung-"Akihito didn't finish his sentence though, because the weirdest thing happened at that moment...Asami smiled.Sure, it was probably an unconscious thing on his part (Asami was not the type of person to openly display his excitement after all), and probably few people besides Akihito would even qualify it as a smile, but knowing Asami as he did, Akihito new that that was about as open as Asami would get, and for some reason that ended up making him want to smile as well.
"Huh, the bath water is ready in case you want to shower before dinner. But hurry up, otherwise I'll have to re-heat the food."

Asami looked back at him, as if he was about to say something, but for the first time since the both of them had met, the older man seemed to be at a loss for words. So instead he just kept looking at Akihito in silence, that same half-grin, half-smile visible on his lips.

Feeling oddly self-aware of his attention, Akihito nevertheless took the opportunity to push Asami towards the bathroom. "Come on, hurry up. I'll get the drinks ready while you're in the shower."

As soon as he heard the shower running, Akihito rushed to the kitchen to prepare the cocktails which recipes he had downloaded from the Internet earlier on.

He managed to spill the contents of the shaker twice before having enough to fill two cocktail glasses, but eventually he got there.

After taking the drinks to the living room, he crossed over to the couch, pulling out his present for Asami from its hideout, and placed it on top of the table, beside the cocktails.

As he heard Asami turn off the shower head in the bathroom, he picked up his suit jacket from the chair, and ended up noticing something else placed on the chair's seat.

A little blue Emporio Armani carry-on bag decorated with a bow.

Akihito found himself frowning. "...He probably got it as a present from someone… I wonder who..." He whispered to himself, as he eyed the expensive brand name, before turning his gaze back to the present he'd paced on top of the table.

Suddenly the wrapping paper and bow didn't look to him that fancy anymore. "There's no way I could ever compete with Armani." He sighed quietly, feeling all of a sudden embarrassed by his present.

He didn't have much time to brood over it though, as the bathroom's door clicked open and he heard Asami's footsteps approaching from the hall.

Unable to do much else, Akihito threw the jacket back on the chair and picked up his present hiding it behind his back. He had to find a way to discard it quickly.

He figured he was probably showing some kind of guilty expression, because as soon as Asami appeared on the living room's door frame, still drying out his damp hair with a towel, he frowned. "What's the matter?" He asked Akihito.

He had put on some workout pants and a dark tank top which showed off the muscles on his arms quite brilliantly. Akihito had to tell his brain to focus.

"N-Nothing." He replied, in what sounded even to him, a poor convincing tone.

Before Asami had a chance to ask him anything else, Akihito blurted out the first thing that came to his mind. "So did you get any expensive gif