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[May 2] [Sket Dance] and I would have met you
Title: and I would have met you (2/31)
Day/Theme: May 2 / wringing stars out of zero
Series: Sket Dance
Character/Pairing: Ryosuke/Haru, Akane
Rating: PG-13
"What are you so nervous about?" Haru asks, as soon as they are seated and ready to order. Ryosuke imagines that Akane is already calculating the odds of him striking out as she spies on them from a nearby table, but it does not help assuage his anxiety.
"What are you talking about?" Ryosuke asks, palms up. "I'm not nervous at all."
"I suppose," says Haru. Her eyes are alight with some unspoken amusement, and he thanks whatever deity there is that blessed him with a girl ready and willing to overlook his imperfections.
No, not a girl, he thinks, as she tucks a few wayward strands of her hair behind her ear. Girlish, but still a woman, with her longer limbs, her slender frame. Her eyelashes, dark and thick. Her mouth like cupid's bow.
"You look wonderful," Ryosuke blurts out.
Haru looks surprised, and pleased. "Thank you, but I didn't do anything particularly different tonight...?"
You always look beautiful, Ryosuke thinks. Something inside him hums; it thrills as she leans closer to press a kiss to his ear, like a promise.
The waiter comes and Ryosuke has no idea how he manages to go through the motions of remembering the things Haru likes; something light and fruity, for an appetizer, and pasta and scallops for the main course. It is almost second nature to him now, and he realizes it will be for the rest of his life. If she says yes. The ring calls to him, quietly. Insistent. Yes, yes, yes.
Outside, the night sky is still dark, but Ryosuke thinks he can still see stars, in Haru's eyes, her cheek, her smile. No delay, no regrets. Just say it.
Really, how can he not ask?
It is only later, after the subsequent half-second of internal hysteria and the clapping from the rest of the patrons that Ryosuke remembers to get up from kneeling on the floor.
The food they leave barely touched, on their table. He offers her his arm, and they walk to the dance floor, hips touching. The softness of her dress, he can feel, as she sways closer to him.
"Thank you for asking," she tells him, raising her hand to touch his jaw.
"Thank you for saying yes," he breathes out.
They dance pressed together, cheek to cheek, and on her finger, something glints.
And this image, Akane keeps recorded in her mind. Replays it, over and over, until the tears come, slow and sparse.
Day/Theme: May 2 / wringing stars out of zero
Series: Sket Dance
Character/Pairing: Ryosuke/Haru, Akane
Rating: PG-13
"What are you so nervous about?" Haru asks, as soon as they are seated and ready to order. Ryosuke imagines that Akane is already calculating the odds of him striking out as she spies on them from a nearby table, but it does not help assuage his anxiety.
"What are you talking about?" Ryosuke asks, palms up. "I'm not nervous at all."
"I suppose," says Haru. Her eyes are alight with some unspoken amusement, and he thanks whatever deity there is that blessed him with a girl ready and willing to overlook his imperfections.
No, not a girl, he thinks, as she tucks a few wayward strands of her hair behind her ear. Girlish, but still a woman, with her longer limbs, her slender frame. Her eyelashes, dark and thick. Her mouth like cupid's bow.
"You look wonderful," Ryosuke blurts out.
Haru looks surprised, and pleased. "Thank you, but I didn't do anything particularly different tonight...?"
You always look beautiful, Ryosuke thinks. Something inside him hums; it thrills as she leans closer to press a kiss to his ear, like a promise.
The waiter comes and Ryosuke has no idea how he manages to go through the motions of remembering the things Haru likes; something light and fruity, for an appetizer, and pasta and scallops for the main course. It is almost second nature to him now, and he realizes it will be for the rest of his life. If she says yes. The ring calls to him, quietly. Insistent. Yes, yes, yes.
Outside, the night sky is still dark, but Ryosuke thinks he can still see stars, in Haru's eyes, her cheek, her smile. No delay, no regrets. Just say it.
Really, how can he not ask?
It is only later, after the subsequent half-second of internal hysteria and the clapping from the rest of the patrons that Ryosuke remembers to get up from kneeling on the floor.
The food they leave barely touched, on their table. He offers her his arm, and they walk to the dance floor, hips touching. The softness of her dress, he can feel, as she sways closer to him.
"Thank you for asking," she tells him, raising her hand to touch his jaw.
"Thank you for saying yes," he breathes out.
They dance pressed together, cheek to cheek, and on her finger, something glints.
And this image, Akane keeps recorded in her mind. Replays it, over and over, until the tears come, slow and sparse.