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[May 13] [Sket Dance] and I would have met you
Title: and I would have met you (13/31)
Day/Theme: May 13 / inconvenient but final
Series: Sket Dance
Character/Pairing: Ryosuke/Haru, Akane
Rating: PG-13
On his way home, Ryosuke gets a call from Akane. He spends approximately five seconds deciding whether or not to answer before he remembers that Akane is with Haru right now, and if Akane is calling while catering to Haru's every need, then it is, by extension, something that requires Ryosuke's immediate assistance.
He can almost hear Akane's screeching reprimand about taking too long in answering the phone. True to form, as soon as he says, "Hello?", Akane is jumping at his throat.
"What the hell, Ryosuke, why are you so hard to contact?" Akane demands.
"I answered in less than ten seconds," says Ryosuke, dryly. "I think that that's normal in the real world, Akane-chan."
"What if Haru was in labor, huh?"
Ryosuke snorts and comes to a stop in front of a pedestrian crossing when the light turns red. "Haru's barely into her second trimester, I'm pretty sure premature babies aren't going to emerge from her that quickly."
"The point is," says Akane, raising her voice, "you didn't answer your phone quick enough, and don't you dare use that silent mode excuse on me. I checked your phone this morning."
"That's a clear infringement of my privacy!"
"You're married, you have no privacy."
"Not to you."
"Are you done whining about how violated you feel right now?" Akane snaps.
Ryosuke purses his lips and begins to walk with the crowd when the traffic light changes to green. "You and I are going to have words, young lady."
"Whatever," Akane grouses. There's a rustling sound, from the other line, with Haru's soft voice chiding Akane and Akane retorting with something that completely makes Ryosuke look like the bad guy. When Haru's greeting comes, Ryosuke's almost relieved that Haru's finally managed to get Akane away from the phone.
"Hey, you," says Ryosuke. "What's up with Akane? Is it that time of the month?"
"Ryosuke," says Haru, disapproving, but she knows him well enough to know he doesn't particularly find anything wrong with his teasing. "I was just wondering if you could pick something up from the store."
"Sure," says Ryosuke, trying to figure out the nearest konbini in his mental map. "What do you want me to get you? Nori? Soy sauce?" He pauses, and grimaces. "That weird cannoli thing with spicy tuna?"
"It's not that bad," says Haru. She's laughing, now, and it makes Ryosuke feel extremely giddy. "And I don't want to be too much of a bother. If it's out of your way--"
"It's not," Ryosuke lies, his tone taking on that note of finality he gets when Haru picks up his stubborn streak. "It's fine. Is that a yes to the spicy tuna?"
"Please," says Haru, and Ryosuke squares his shoulders, ready to hunt down whatever craving she has in mind.
He can never say no.
Day/Theme: May 13 / inconvenient but final
Series: Sket Dance
Character/Pairing: Ryosuke/Haru, Akane
Rating: PG-13
On his way home, Ryosuke gets a call from Akane. He spends approximately five seconds deciding whether or not to answer before he remembers that Akane is with Haru right now, and if Akane is calling while catering to Haru's every need, then it is, by extension, something that requires Ryosuke's immediate assistance.
He can almost hear Akane's screeching reprimand about taking too long in answering the phone. True to form, as soon as he says, "Hello?", Akane is jumping at his throat.
"What the hell, Ryosuke, why are you so hard to contact?" Akane demands.
"I answered in less than ten seconds," says Ryosuke, dryly. "I think that that's normal in the real world, Akane-chan."
"What if Haru was in labor, huh?"
Ryosuke snorts and comes to a stop in front of a pedestrian crossing when the light turns red. "Haru's barely into her second trimester, I'm pretty sure premature babies aren't going to emerge from her that quickly."
"The point is," says Akane, raising her voice, "you didn't answer your phone quick enough, and don't you dare use that silent mode excuse on me. I checked your phone this morning."
"That's a clear infringement of my privacy!"
"You're married, you have no privacy."
"Not to you."
"Are you done whining about how violated you feel right now?" Akane snaps.
Ryosuke purses his lips and begins to walk with the crowd when the traffic light changes to green. "You and I are going to have words, young lady."
"Whatever," Akane grouses. There's a rustling sound, from the other line, with Haru's soft voice chiding Akane and Akane retorting with something that completely makes Ryosuke look like the bad guy. When Haru's greeting comes, Ryosuke's almost relieved that Haru's finally managed to get Akane away from the phone.
"Hey, you," says Ryosuke. "What's up with Akane? Is it that time of the month?"
"Ryosuke," says Haru, disapproving, but she knows him well enough to know he doesn't particularly find anything wrong with his teasing. "I was just wondering if you could pick something up from the store."
"Sure," says Ryosuke, trying to figure out the nearest konbini in his mental map. "What do you want me to get you? Nori? Soy sauce?" He pauses, and grimaces. "That weird cannoli thing with spicy tuna?"
"It's not that bad," says Haru. She's laughing, now, and it makes Ryosuke feel extremely giddy. "And I don't want to be too much of a bother. If it's out of your way--"
"It's not," Ryosuke lies, his tone taking on that note of finality he gets when Haru picks up his stubborn streak. "It's fine. Is that a yes to the spicy tuna?"
"Please," says Haru, and Ryosuke squares his shoulders, ready to hunt down whatever craving she has in mind.
He can never say no.