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[May 5] [Sket Dance] and I would have met you
Title: and I would have met you (5/31)
Day/Theme: May 5 / your hour is a stone
Series: Sket Dance
Character/Pairing: Ryosuke/Haru/Akane
Rating: PG-13
If Akane adds up the amount of time she spends with Ryosuke alone in a week, it comes up to a measly hour, give or take. It stretches, long and empty, into words of little importance and gestures of awkward affection.
It's almost sad to remember that she spends even less with Haru, alone.
Almost.
Today Haru has kicked them out of Akane's apartment as she cleans out the garbage in Akane's room. The pachinko parlor proves to be too much of a temptation, and soon Ryosuke is down to his last hundred or so yen, yelling at the machine as Akane laughs at his misfortune.
"I'm dying," Ryosuke moans, through the spaces between his fingers. "I'm dead."
"Definitely," says Akane, without much sympathy. "Not like you weren't dead the moment we stepped inside this place."
"I thought women were supposed to be good luck," says Ryosuke, face pressed flat against the counter. "What is wrong with you?"
"That's sexist," says Akane, disgusted. "And completely inappropriate. And also, I didn't set out to be a fully functioning member of society to suit your leisure, jerk."
"I thought we were having a moment," says Ryosuke, sadly. "You killed it."
"The only thing we're killing is time," says Akane.
Ryosuke slumps forward. "I don't get why you're so messy even as an adult. Haru's not your mom, you know."
Not her mother, Akane thinks, with a pang of guilt. "I didn't say she had to clean up."
"I feel so sorry for your future husband," says Ryosuke. "Dirty dishes in the sink, clothes all over the floor, piles of sketchbooks and drafting paper stacked in your drawers... hey, do you think I could have that spare blank tape under your bed?"
"When I grow up, I'm hiring a house keeper," Akane retorts, "so my future husband won't have a reason to complain. And no, that's not a spare, nor is it blank."
"Ah, you're no fun," says Ryosuke, smiling. "Thank god I'm not your husband, then."
Akane tilts her head. She clenches her fists as she folds her arms across her chest. Waits for a beat to pass before she says, "Thank god for small miracles, then."
She wonders if he means it. Always, always, she wonders.
Day/Theme: May 5 / your hour is a stone
Series: Sket Dance
Character/Pairing: Ryosuke/Haru/Akane
Rating: PG-13
If Akane adds up the amount of time she spends with Ryosuke alone in a week, it comes up to a measly hour, give or take. It stretches, long and empty, into words of little importance and gestures of awkward affection.
It's almost sad to remember that she spends even less with Haru, alone.
Almost.
Today Haru has kicked them out of Akane's apartment as she cleans out the garbage in Akane's room. The pachinko parlor proves to be too much of a temptation, and soon Ryosuke is down to his last hundred or so yen, yelling at the machine as Akane laughs at his misfortune.
"I'm dying," Ryosuke moans, through the spaces between his fingers. "I'm dead."
"Definitely," says Akane, without much sympathy. "Not like you weren't dead the moment we stepped inside this place."
"I thought women were supposed to be good luck," says Ryosuke, face pressed flat against the counter. "What is wrong with you?"
"That's sexist," says Akane, disgusted. "And completely inappropriate. And also, I didn't set out to be a fully functioning member of society to suit your leisure, jerk."
"I thought we were having a moment," says Ryosuke, sadly. "You killed it."
"The only thing we're killing is time," says Akane.
Ryosuke slumps forward. "I don't get why you're so messy even as an adult. Haru's not your mom, you know."
Not her mother, Akane thinks, with a pang of guilt. "I didn't say she had to clean up."
"I feel so sorry for your future husband," says Ryosuke. "Dirty dishes in the sink, clothes all over the floor, piles of sketchbooks and drafting paper stacked in your drawers... hey, do you think I could have that spare blank tape under your bed?"
"When I grow up, I'm hiring a house keeper," Akane retorts, "so my future husband won't have a reason to complain. And no, that's not a spare, nor is it blank."
"Ah, you're no fun," says Ryosuke, smiling. "Thank god I'm not your husband, then."
Akane tilts her head. She clenches her fists as she folds her arms across her chest. Waits for a beat to pass before she says, "Thank god for small miracles, then."
She wonders if he means it. Always, always, she wonders.