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[September 1] [Kodocha] A Piece of the Universe
Title: A Piece of the Universe
Series: Kodomo no Omocha
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sana/Akito
Date / Theme: September 1 - Here We Are
Perhaps her favourite place to be was up on the school roof, alone just with him.
On rare afternoons after school had finished where neither of them had to rush to training or filming, they stood together up there. Most of the time while she rambled aimlessly he was quiet, gazing off into the distance, half-listening to her, half-listening to cars honking and the city rumbling.
Sometimes she was content just by studying his profile; startling herself with how rare the opportunity was, that his face looked both familiar and strange at the same time. Once or twice she could feel the urge to touch him or lean her head on his shoulder.
She could also see herself opening her mouth to say something possibly quite inane, making him turn towards her, ready to react to her words.
She reflected on those moments afterwards; part guilt, part contentment.
Series: Kodomo no Omocha
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sana/Akito
Date / Theme: September 1 - Here We Are
Perhaps her favourite place to be was up on the school roof, alone just with him.
On rare afternoons after school had finished where neither of them had to rush to training or filming, they stood together up there. Most of the time while she rambled aimlessly he was quiet, gazing off into the distance, half-listening to her, half-listening to cars honking and the city rumbling.
Sometimes she was content just by studying his profile; startling herself with how rare the opportunity was, that his face looked both familiar and strange at the same time. Once or twice she could feel the urge to touch him or lean her head on his shoulder.
She could also see herself opening her mouth to say something possibly quite inane, making him turn towards her, ready to react to her words.
She reflected on those moments afterwards; part guilt, part contentment.