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[May 7] [Sket Dance] and I would have met you
Title: and I would have met you (7/31)
Day/Theme: May 7 / days of mint and rain
Series: Sket Dance
Character/Pairing: Ryosuke/Haru
Rating: PG-13
After the cherry blossoms have scattered and the flower viewing spots have emptied, the end of May brings with it the beginning of a summer storm.
Ryosuke keeps staring outside their apartment window, as if by some stroke of luck the rain will pass. Akane likens him to a dog bereft of its owner. Haru is inclined to agree.
Unlike Ryosuke, Haru does not content herself to curling up against the sofa and sulking like a deprived child. Instead, she finds something to do in the kitchen. She takes a rag and passes it over every surface available: the counters, the sink, the table, the top of the oven, and so on. When everything appears clean, she makes a mental checklist of the kitchen inventory. There are a few cans of dried goods on the top drawer, a remnant of Akane and Ryosuke's combined panic attacks over the news report's forecast of the worst weather in decades; sometimes Haru thinks that both of them are too paranoid for their own good, but the picture they paint is persuasive enough.
"I want to go outside," says Ryosuke, as Haru rearranges the magnets on the refrigerator. He is leaning against the doorframe, now, still sullen. Haru sticks the tiny Totoro magnet against this month's electricity bill and opens the refrigerator door.
"We are running low on milk," says Haru, as she pokes around the refrigerator's contents.
"Akane took the last umbrella we had," says Ryosuke. "And I think I tore through my galoshes the last time I helped that old lady cross the street."
"To be fair, that barbed wire fence wasn't really looking," says Haru, with some mischief.
"Ha ha," says Ryosuke, "you laugh now, but guess who was hysterical then."
Haru leans over to kiss the side of his mouth. He smells of mint, from his after shave. "It was Akane," says Haru.
"Yeah," says Ryosuke, sighing. "You're probably right."
Day/Theme: May 7 / days of mint and rain
Series: Sket Dance
Character/Pairing: Ryosuke/Haru
Rating: PG-13
After the cherry blossoms have scattered and the flower viewing spots have emptied, the end of May brings with it the beginning of a summer storm.
Ryosuke keeps staring outside their apartment window, as if by some stroke of luck the rain will pass. Akane likens him to a dog bereft of its owner. Haru is inclined to agree.
Unlike Ryosuke, Haru does not content herself to curling up against the sofa and sulking like a deprived child. Instead, she finds something to do in the kitchen. She takes a rag and passes it over every surface available: the counters, the sink, the table, the top of the oven, and so on. When everything appears clean, she makes a mental checklist of the kitchen inventory. There are a few cans of dried goods on the top drawer, a remnant of Akane and Ryosuke's combined panic attacks over the news report's forecast of the worst weather in decades; sometimes Haru thinks that both of them are too paranoid for their own good, but the picture they paint is persuasive enough.
"I want to go outside," says Ryosuke, as Haru rearranges the magnets on the refrigerator. He is leaning against the doorframe, now, still sullen. Haru sticks the tiny Totoro magnet against this month's electricity bill and opens the refrigerator door.
"We are running low on milk," says Haru, as she pokes around the refrigerator's contents.
"Akane took the last umbrella we had," says Ryosuke. "And I think I tore through my galoshes the last time I helped that old lady cross the street."
"To be fair, that barbed wire fence wasn't really looking," says Haru, with some mischief.
"Ha ha," says Ryosuke, "you laugh now, but guess who was hysterical then."
Haru leans over to kiss the side of his mouth. He smells of mint, from his after shave. "It was Akane," says Haru.
"Yeah," says Ryosuke, sighing. "You're probably right."