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[May 8] [Sket Dance] and I would have met you
Title: and I would have met you (8/31)
Day/Theme: May 8 / August, too sunstruck for lessons
Series: Sket Dance
Character/Pairing: Ryosuke/Haru
Rating: PG-13
Akane goes to uni for some fancy design course; Ryosuke listens with half an ear every time Akane blathers on about the things she does in class, despite Haru's disapproving glances and the subtle kicks under the table. It is not that Ryosuke does not care for Akane at all, but there are some things between the two of them that do not click at all.
Today, at least, Akane is busy cramming half a dozen plates for a class she has completely forgotten about; she invades their kitchen table and sets to work, surrounded by technical pens and paper. Ryosuke amuses himself by rubbing the last of her eraser against the kitchen table and flicking off the shrivelled bits at Akane as she growls at him to stop.
"Can't you find something else to amuse yourself with?" Akane snaps. "Like, I don't know, maybe going to work?"
"I'm on leave," says Ryosuke, "and you're crashing our place and effectively killing off my plans of taking Haru to the pool. Call it retribution, if you will."
"If I weren't so busy and if the weather wasn't this hot," says Akane, darkly, "I'd punch you in the face." It isn't a threat if she plans on making it true. Ryosuke grimaces at the realization, but perks up when he remembers something.
"No you wouldn't," says Ryosuke, proudly. "Haru has you grounded from last time."
Akane kicks him under the table. Ryosuke yelps in pain and cradles his knee.
"Children," Haru chides, as she pours the chocolate mix into three mugs. "Behave."
"Did you see that?" Ryosuke says. "Did you? She must have broken my knee cap with those heels of hers!"
"I was aiming for your groin," says Akane, helpfully. She's pushed away her work, now; the sight of Ryosuke whimpering like a wounded pup is a memory worth keeping. "Didn't think I'd miss."
"I can't believe you would hit someone who regularly goes out of his way to help people," says Ryosuke. "That's bad karma."
"Kicking the ass of an idiot is good karma, so I think it evens out anyway."
"Here you go," says Haru, before Ryosuke can say anything more. She passes the smaller mug to him; the tips of their fingers touch, briefly. Haru blushes, slightly, perhaps from the heat.
"Thanks," says Ryosuke, smiling soppily at his wife. It's like high school all over again, only worse.
Akane rests her chin on her palm and sighs as she stares at them. "Dumbass."
Day/Theme: May 8 / August, too sunstruck for lessons
Series: Sket Dance
Character/Pairing: Ryosuke/Haru
Rating: PG-13
Akane goes to uni for some fancy design course; Ryosuke listens with half an ear every time Akane blathers on about the things she does in class, despite Haru's disapproving glances and the subtle kicks under the table. It is not that Ryosuke does not care for Akane at all, but there are some things between the two of them that do not click at all.
Today, at least, Akane is busy cramming half a dozen plates for a class she has completely forgotten about; she invades their kitchen table and sets to work, surrounded by technical pens and paper. Ryosuke amuses himself by rubbing the last of her eraser against the kitchen table and flicking off the shrivelled bits at Akane as she growls at him to stop.
"Can't you find something else to amuse yourself with?" Akane snaps. "Like, I don't know, maybe going to work?"
"I'm on leave," says Ryosuke, "and you're crashing our place and effectively killing off my plans of taking Haru to the pool. Call it retribution, if you will."
"If I weren't so busy and if the weather wasn't this hot," says Akane, darkly, "I'd punch you in the face." It isn't a threat if she plans on making it true. Ryosuke grimaces at the realization, but perks up when he remembers something.
"No you wouldn't," says Ryosuke, proudly. "Haru has you grounded from last time."
Akane kicks him under the table. Ryosuke yelps in pain and cradles his knee.
"Children," Haru chides, as she pours the chocolate mix into three mugs. "Behave."
"Did you see that?" Ryosuke says. "Did you? She must have broken my knee cap with those heels of hers!"
"I was aiming for your groin," says Akane, helpfully. She's pushed away her work, now; the sight of Ryosuke whimpering like a wounded pup is a memory worth keeping. "Didn't think I'd miss."
"I can't believe you would hit someone who regularly goes out of his way to help people," says Ryosuke. "That's bad karma."
"Kicking the ass of an idiot is good karma, so I think it evens out anyway."
"Here you go," says Haru, before Ryosuke can say anything more. She passes the smaller mug to him; the tips of their fingers touch, briefly. Haru blushes, slightly, perhaps from the heat.
"Thanks," says Ryosuke, smiling soppily at his wife. It's like high school all over again, only worse.
Akane rests her chin on her palm and sighs as she stares at them. "Dumbass."