Freya: sup everyone? just fixing up the next chapter of S2, and guess what? I've got ideas fro the next chappies of Not That innocent and two more drabble series'!! joy. ne? here's the first of a few- maybe many, who knows?- KouAyu drabbles, entitled Soft Notes on a lark.
Soft Notes
It was odd, but it also happened to be one of the red head's quirks that he left notes on tissue paper.
Ayumu almost wanted to laugh. Or smile. Or say something like 'Aw, isn't that adorable?'. But no, he wasn't, not this time, because it was his tissue paper.
The kind he really liked. It was ultimately soft, and smelled like lavender or some other flower he couldn't put his finger on. He liked it.
It was an accidental find, when he and Kousuke were shopping – he insisted he accompany him to carry the bags- and he had the most disturbing and – to Kousuke and somewhat himself- oddly cute habit of always buying it whenever a trip to the supermarket presented itself.
And now, it had scribbles on it.
More precisely, a note saying that the red head wouldn't be home – ever since he moved in, it had become that- until ten-ish because Kanone –the guy had a talent for poker, Kousuke had interjected the first time they met each other- had asked him over for a favor- he was also very,very clumsy when it came to fixing his car- and he didn't know if it was a big favor or an all-nighter.
That had taken an entire 2 squares of lavender-scented tissue paper. Sure, he'd forgiven him for that, that had been weeks ago but still…
There was another note in front of him.
It was a note, again, and he found it pinned to his school uniform one early Tuesday morning. He frowned at it, citing the motion to be more productive than annoying, and plucked it of his uniform, and began to read it.
Ayu,
Be home by 6. got a surprise for ya.
Love, Kou
The surprise turned out to be a cake the red head had learned to bake by himself. It was actually edible.
Every other note said something akin to 'be back late' or 'not back at all' or 'wanna go out?'. True, Eyes' reasoning might've actually been right –He's just telling you not to worry.- but still!
Ayumu shook his head. He was going to talk to Kousuke about this habit. He didn't like his tissue paper being used like this, even if it was somewhat endearing.
He stood up from the floor of the living room –ok, the carpet was nice- and stretched.
Cue door bell ring! DING-DONG. DING-DONG.
Ah, there it was. He'd locked the door as a sort of early punishment before he decided on what to do with Kousuke's habit.
Upon opening the door, he was met with a brown paper bag. "…Kousuke?"
"I went shopping! Sorry, I couldn't find the paper I usually used so I couldn't give you a head's up. What's with the locked door anyway? What, some psycho after you again? I already told you, Hizu-chan's just a broccoli kid!"
The brunette sighed. He tugged the bag out of Kousuke's arms and pulled said red head through the door. He could chastise him later, tomorrow, next time he did it.
Kousuke wondered why Ayumu looked so thoughtful- the next minute he wondered if he should close the door, as the younger brunette closed the distance between their lips.
Freya: i like tissue paper too! that's where i wrote up this idea you see! now, be a dear and click that lovely button down there that says 'submit review'! don't cha know it prevents Review Withdrawal-Cancer?!