I had these great ideas for short drabbles. I'm going to put probably 3-5 in each chapter. But im only gonna put two in this one. If I get at least 3 reviews, then I'll continue with these drabbles. I hope you enjoy.! :D
365 drabbles of Takano and Ritsu:
#1: Outside the window
I watched Ritsu study the manuscript, struggling with the corrections that needed to be made. All my other employees had gone for the day, so with my luck, and beautiful thing called authority, I made it possible for us two to be the only ones on this floor-probably building.
He sighed, and stood from his desk. He picked up the manuscript, walking with it in his hands to my workspace.
"Takano-san, " He held out the manuscript to me, he continued as I took it off his hands. "This is impossible. The author doesn't want to change a thing and even though I've tried to give suggestions, she refuses to believe it can be better." Ritsu ran his hand through his hair in frustration.
I looked through the pages, nodding my head in agreement. "I see, alright Onodera, you can go on home. I'll handle this one." A look of slight relief fell onto his face, and I couldn't resist the opportunity to tease him. "But what do I get in return?"
His relief fell immediately, and it turned into annoyance. "T-Takano-san!" I laughed at his expression, tossing the manuscript onto my desk. I was about to speak when we heard a loud lightening sound. We turned, watching the thunder and lightening exchange conversation.
Ritsu face-palmed his forehead, shaking his head in disapproval. "I can't leave now, I didn't bring an umbrella." I glanced from the window to the brunette who cursed himself. I turned a glance back to the weather outside, and remembered something from long ago.
'I wonder if someone left an umbrella behind,' I took my shoes from my locker, contemplating if I really cared to go home soaking. Then I noticed him, Oda, holding two umbrellas in place, nervously awaiting my attention. Yet after everything I said to him,
He came back..
"Onodera," I began. Ritsu looked up from the ground, annoyed at his own forgetfulness. "I have an umbrella. It'll be fine." A bright blush fell upon his cheeks, and he shook his head once again.
"N-no! Takano-san, it's okay. I-"
"Let's go." I pulled him along with me to the exit, hoping he'd stop his pointless protests and just give in. Ritsu mumbled something, but complied reluctantly nonetheless. We grabbed our coats and bags, heading towards the elevator.
When we reached outside, I opened the umbrella, redirecting raindrops from their original path. Ritsu stood awkwardly, which caused a chuckle from me. I pulled him under the umbrella, taking his hand before he had time to reject.
Even if it wasn't known to happen, the window certainly did bring me to a nostalgic moment. One that will turn out very differently from the memory. I smiled at the thought, realizing that I wouldn't trade our past life for this one.
Because this time,
We're going to make it. I just know it.
#2: Unrequited Love
Takano lay next to the sleeping brunette in his bed. He looked sweet with a tint of blush on his cheeks, a light breathing, brown locks falling evenly onto the pillow. Takano knew beneath those fluttering eyelids were the most beautiful emeralds. And even after ten years, he still dreamed about kissing those silky pink lips, running his hand over his soft cheeks, feeling the smaller man's body curled up into his.
And maybe that was the saddest part.
That he couldn't forget the way Ritsu's face lit up seeing him. Or the bright blush on his cheeks when he was nervous. Or the way he wore his emotions on his sleeve. How could he forget? He loved this creature. This little, stubborn brat who lay in his bed. The one person in his life who could make him smile and cry at the same time, and didn't even know it.
Takano pet his silky hair, letting it rest between his fingers. Maybe he had done something right these past few days to deserve this. Fate gave him a chance to cherish him by making him fall asleep on the subway. And even though he knew this beloved creature in his bed might never love him, he knew that he would forever, no matter if he wanted to or not.
No matter how much he rejected him. No matter how much he pushed him away, he would always love him. Always.
'Someday.' He thought, 'someday.'
And yes, perhaps that someday would be soon… Just maybe.
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