AN: Hello, dear readers! It's been awhile, I know. I've been in the WORST rut and haven't been able to snap out of it, until I asked tumblr for prompts, and was gifted with some inspiration.

This series will be comprised of tiny, little ficlets that are based on the prompts I've received. They'll be unrelated, some longer than others, but most will be like this one, short, and devour-able during your lunch break. Some will have the prompts at the beginning, others will list them at the end so as to not spoil some twist I put on. I'm going to try to update these daily at least for the forseeable future!

A huge thank you to my main bae, FloraOne for her constant support and love and friendship. She's in the craziest time of her life at the moment, but she still manages to find time for me every day, and I couldn't be more thankful! And thank you to the lovely Antigone2 for reading through these snippets, even though I'm fairly certain they aren't her cup of tea. You're the best 333

Anyway! This particular ficlet is inspired by a prompt from FloraOne, and features the worst character in the history of anime, Shingo.

Enjoy, and let me know what you think!

oOo

Shingo has to spend and an afternoon w/ Mamoru for a reason of your choice.

"Play any good video games lately?" Mamoru asked lamely, trying desperately to fill the awkward silence in his apartment with anything but the ever-annoying tick tocking of the clock on the wall.

Shingo shook his head from his place across from Mamoru on the couch, taking a long sip of his tea. "Nope. Can't say that I have."

This was Usagi's fault. Completely. And Mamoru was going to have words with her once he escaped this awkward prison in (he glanced down at his watch) two hours and twenty-one minutes.

Of course, it was reasonable for her to want her fiancé and her baby brother to get along. But forcing them together in a ridiculous attempt to try and form some bromance between them just wasn't happening.

"Come on, Mamo-chan, it's just for an afternoon! I'll be back by three, I promise." she'd said with those luminescent eyes of hers sparkling up at him. "For me? Please?"

He promised her he would try, leading to his current predicament, wracking his brain for what it was like for him as a 17-year-old in a desperate attempt to find some common ground. But the only things that came to mind were falling head over heels in love with Usagi and moonlighting as a formal dinner attired superhero.

He glanced at his watch again. Two hours and nineteen minutes.

"So, how's sch-"

"Listen, Mamoru," Shingo interrupted him, causing Mamoru's eyes to widen. "I appreciate you doing this and all, but can we both agree that this is just weird?"

Mamoru reached up a hand to scratch the back of his neck. "Y-yeah," he breathed out, "just a bit."

Shingo shifted placing his tea cup on the coffee table. "I know Usagi put you up to hanging out with me. And I get that it's important to her that we get along-"

Mamoru snorted quietly, taking a sip of tea from his own cup. Usagi had long claimed that Shingo never understood her. But it seemed fairly apparent that quite the opposite was true.

"-and don't get me wrong, I do like you! A lot. I mean, you're marrying Usagi, so that automatically puts you in line for sainthood," Shingo went on, a boyish grin on his face. "But honestly, what on earth she expected me to have in common with a guy whose favorite pastime is swapping spit with my sister, and I should know, I've seen you two go at it on the porch before, is beyond me."

Mamoru couldn't help the small smile that lifted the corners of his mouth, his shoulders relaxing at Shingo's openness. "You know, there was a time when Usagi and I didn't exactly get along."

Shingo sat up straighter on the couch, not even trying to hide his immediate interest in the turn the conversation had taken. "Really?"

"Mhmm," Mamoru said, taking another sip of tea. "She loathed me. And granted I might have called her some less than flattering things…"

His future brother-in-law placed his elbows on his knees, and his chin in his hands, scooting closer to the coffee table. "Do tell."

Mamoru sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. "I called her, 'Odango Atama,' all the time. Told her she'd never get a boyfriend because she wasn't ladylike. Made fun of her meat bun eating habits…" he paused to glance at Shingo, and was surprised to find a look of awe on the teenager's face. "Amongst other things," he finished, feeling slightly ashamed of himself.

Shingo practically cackled. "Odango Atama?! That's the best thing I've heard in my entire life."

Mamoru blushed in embarrassment, and shrugged. "I still call her that sometimes, just to rile her up. She's pretty adorable when she's angry."

A sigh could be heard across the table, and Shingo rolled his eyes. "Now you've completely lost me."

Mamoru chuckled at his response, and silence fell over them again for a few long moments, until Shingo spoke.

"Hey, Mamoru?"

"Yeah?"

"Want to go get some cupcakes and eat them in front of Usagi at the shrine while she's helping Rei?"

He let out a sigh. "You know Shingo, I really do."