Title: Moments of Their Lives
Summary: Contains one-shots centered around the five warriors. It's differnet moments of their lives throughout high school, dealing with their own problems or having fun. May contain strong language later one. 30 day challenge prompts.
Author's note: This is something I've always wanted to do and never tried it. I have writer's block on everything else, so I am giving this a try now.
Not every one-shot will be long or short. It just depends on the prompt I pick. If you do want a continuation of a one-shot or see a possible story out of one and want me to write it, please let me know and I will do it!
Prompt: Paper
Pairing: Ulrich/Yumi
". . . and that is what was happening in the 1830's," Jeremie says as he hands the history source back to Ulrich. "It's easy."
"Easy," Ulrich repeats, grumbling and staring down at the words on the paper.
"Just sum up what I told you, then pick a few quotes that support your thoughts for your paper."
"You can do it," Aelita says, encouraging the brunette before she starts to work out another math problem in her pink notebook.
"How about a break first?" Yumi suggests, looking at Ulrich sitting beside her. She gathers her chemistry notes and puts them away in her folder before closing it.
"But –" Ulrich starts to protests.
"That's a good idea." Aelita smiles, closing her math book and resting her open notebook on top of it.
"Some fresh air will do you good," the ebon-haired girl promises, standing up.
Ulrich looks at Yumi and their friends, then let's out a sigh, not wanting to stop working though he badly wants a break. "Oh, all right." He gets up from the floor, happy to get away from history and other subjects for a while.
"Meet back here in an hour?" Yumi asks Jérémie and Aelita. She knows an hour is almost pushing it, seeing it's almost six in the evening but they all could use a break to relax their brains before jumping back into the books. The week before spring break is always the hardest, and it was taking a toll on Ulrich the most.
Jeremie smiles. "Sounds good."
"Great. Come on," Yumi says, tugging Ulrich's arm, leading him out of Jeremie's room. The door shuts behind them, and they begin to walk down the hallway.
"So where are we going?" Ulrich asks a few moments after passing a few students in the quiet hallway.
"To the woods," she tells him.
He hears a hint of a smile in her voice. Their spot, he thinks to himself and smiles.
They make a left turn down the hall, which leads them to an exit. The cool wind greets them as Ulrich opens the door for Yumi, allowing her to go first with him following behind her. A few students are gathered by the vending machines while others are talking on the benches with a book in their laps. Jim's voice is faintly echoing through the area as he coaches the track-and-field team.
After passing a few small buildings, they finally reach the woods. They pass a bit of the forest before they reach their destination, seeing their large tree that offers shade and privacy no matter the season. The huge tree was their second go-to-meet-up place when they needed an escape from the world or from their families.
They take a seat in the middle of it and lean back against the thick bark. Ulrich closes his eyes and rests his head against the tree, letting out a quiet sigh, trying to relax. He feels Yumi shift next to him, then feels her head resting on his shoulder. He tries not to make anything of it. It's not something new she's doing but lately lines of friendship have been changing.
As the wind blows lightly, he can smell the pomegranate scent of her shampoo and conditioner and the smallest hint of perfume, intoxicating his senses. "This is a good idea," he tells her as he decides to rest his head on top of hers, feeling the silkiness of her ebon hair against his cheek. He closes his green eyes, getting lost in the moment with her, when he doesn't feel her protest of his action.
"It is," she says, tucking her left hand between his upper arm and chest to keep her fingers warm from the cool breeze.
He tries not to think about that either. The wind is cool, but it is nice out, he reasons with himself, trying to refuse the urge to give her his light jacket.
"What are you thinking about?" she asks him quietly.
"You –" he stops himself, hating that she's the first word out his mouth and that his brain's betrayed him. "Us," he says too quickly, a light blush starting to form on his cheeks and ears. "School." He sighs heavily, lifting his head off her own.
"It'll be okay," she says a few seconds later, trying to not think about what he just said to her, knowing he didn't want to admit that to her and knowing what's really on his mind at the moment.
"How do you know?" His voice raises in frustration. He lets out another sigh, the weight of the world heavy on his shoulders because of his father with his demands and threats harsher than ever.
"I just know," she says, trying to reassure him and his thoughts, knowing all he's going through. She takes his left hand in hers and gives his hand a gentle squeeze. "I know you can make it because I have faith in you."
"Thanks, Yumi," he says, a small smile forming on his lips, giving him another reason why he's in love with her.
"Are you ready to head back?"
"Yeah. It's now or never, right?" He tries to joke but fails, and feels her hand give him another comforting squeeze. He taikes a deep breath and lets it out, then gets up and holds out his hand, offering it to her to help her up. "Let's go. I've got a history paper to write."
