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[Mar 7] [Junjou Romantica] Same Height
Title: Same Height
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deecherrywolf
Day/Theme: Mar 07 / I'll undo what heredity’s done to you
Series: Junjou Romantica
Character/Pairing: Romantica
25-year-old Misaki looked in the mirror glumly. He had expected that growth spurt to hit when he had turned 20, maybe even 23... but at 25, it looked a little bleak. Misaki still stood at the same height he was when he was 19. It was like some sort of conspiracy... or maybe all the homo pheromones had stunted his growth. Of course he knew who was to blame for this. That bastard Usagi-san!! He stomped away from the bath room mirror and headed down the stairs to cook breakfast before he went into the office.
As he began cooking, he felt the hair on his neck stand up and goosebumps travel along his skin. He knew what that meant, and yet he didn't have the time to prevent it. Usagi-san's arms wrapped around him and those hot lips met the top of his head. Misaki frowned. He hated it when Usagi-san did that. He yelped when he felt those cold hands sneak into his pants and find their prize.
“U-Usagi-san! I'm trying to cook.”
“But I need to recharge.”
Misaki rolled his eyes. It's been five years, and if anything. Usagi-san has had enough recharging that should last him a lifetime. He cried out as he felt himself spasm in Usagi-san's hand. Usagi pulled out his hand, licking his hand clean. “That was fast.”
“It's early!”
“Mmhm.”
Misaki glared at him as he strolled past him, as if he had not just jerked him off a second ago. He sighed, running a hand through his now sweaty hair. Great, now he'd be sweaty for work. He groaned, finishing the cooking, putting it on a couple of plates, sitting one in front of Usagi, who watched his young lover dart off.
“Aren't you going to eat?”
“No time. I'm running late as it is.”
Misaki grimaced as he tried to reach for his briefcase, which had been put up on the top shelf of the closet. He almost had it when large hands grabbed it and handed his briefcase to him. “Here.”
“I could have got it myself!”
Usagi raised a brow. “You would have stretched and hopped for awhile.”
Misaki growled, taking the briefcase. “Why was it up there? And why do you have such a big closet!?”
Usagi smirked. “I was organizing, must have accidentally got put up there.”
Accidentally, yeah right... Misaki glowered at Usagi one last time before leaving the man to open up a pack of cigarettes. Thought Misaki would never say so out loud, sometimes he was glad Usagi-san helped him out in those situations... after all, it was hard being a short guy.
(THE END)
okay, I like the idea of Misaki being short =P
Author:
deecherrywolfDay/Theme: Mar 07 / I'll undo what heredity’s done to you
Series: Junjou Romantica
Character/Pairing: Romantica
25-year-old Misaki looked in the mirror glumly. He had expected that growth spurt to hit when he had turned 20, maybe even 23... but at 25, it looked a little bleak. Misaki still stood at the same height he was when he was 19. It was like some sort of conspiracy... or maybe all the homo pheromones had stunted his growth. Of course he knew who was to blame for this. That bastard Usagi-san!! He stomped away from the bath room mirror and headed down the stairs to cook breakfast before he went into the office.
As he began cooking, he felt the hair on his neck stand up and goosebumps travel along his skin. He knew what that meant, and yet he didn't have the time to prevent it. Usagi-san's arms wrapped around him and those hot lips met the top of his head. Misaki frowned. He hated it when Usagi-san did that. He yelped when he felt those cold hands sneak into his pants and find their prize.
“U-Usagi-san! I'm trying to cook.”
“But I need to recharge.”
Misaki rolled his eyes. It's been five years, and if anything. Usagi-san has had enough recharging that should last him a lifetime. He cried out as he felt himself spasm in Usagi-san's hand. Usagi pulled out his hand, licking his hand clean. “That was fast.”
“It's early!”
“Mmhm.”
Misaki glared at him as he strolled past him, as if he had not just jerked him off a second ago. He sighed, running a hand through his now sweaty hair. Great, now he'd be sweaty for work. He groaned, finishing the cooking, putting it on a couple of plates, sitting one in front of Usagi, who watched his young lover dart off.
“Aren't you going to eat?”
“No time. I'm running late as it is.”
Misaki grimaced as he tried to reach for his briefcase, which had been put up on the top shelf of the closet. He almost had it when large hands grabbed it and handed his briefcase to him. “Here.”
“I could have got it myself!”
Usagi raised a brow. “You would have stretched and hopped for awhile.”
Misaki growled, taking the briefcase. “Why was it up there? And why do you have such a big closet!?”
Usagi smirked. “I was organizing, must have accidentally got put up there.”
Accidentally, yeah right... Misaki glowered at Usagi one last time before leaving the man to open up a pack of cigarettes. Thought Misaki would never say so out loud, sometimes he was glad Usagi-san helped him out in those situations... after all, it was hard being a short guy.
(THE END)
okay, I like the idea of Misaki being short =P