p class="MsoNormal"written for a tumblr request—shisaku + "i guess we'll have to share"— from tumblr user hananosei aka my shisaku fangirling partner! just a little drabble, nothing much, but we need more shisaku in the world, so i'm posting it here, too./p
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p class="MsoNormal"Sakura peers out unhappily from underneath the overhang in front of her favourite coffee shop, clutching her warm, steaming latte in her hands. The rain is pouring down, slapping against the pavement and the already deep puddles, inches down by now. She'd left before this downpour had started, saving her from getting soaked on her way to get coffee before class; the downside to that, though, is that it had been clear blue skies and shining sun when she'd left, no hint of the storm that would follow, and she'd left her umbrella sitting in the bin next to the front door of her apartment, thinking she wouldn't need / br / And now here she is, looking out at the rain with no hope of getting through it without soaking herself to the bone, and with the chemistry final in less than twenty minutes, less time than it will take for the storm to pass, according to the weather channel's website that she'd accessed from her phone. She can't wait it out, but she can't miss the final, either—it's fifty percent of their grade, and even her ninety-nine average won't save her if she misses this—so she braces herself to run, pulling up the thin hood on her jacket and placing a finger over the hole in the lid of her coffee in the hopes that it won't spill as she / br / emMaybe if I sprint fast enough/em, she thinks, emI'll make it without ruining my clothes. At least if I do, I think I have some of Ino's in the back of the car from last weekend.../embr / br / A hand on her shoulder, hot and firm, stops her from her preparations. She cranes her neck around, and recognizes the boy who sits next to her in chemistry—emwell, at least I'm not the only one from school caught in this storm/em, she thinks—holding a bright red umbrella in the hand not on her shoulder, and moving it to partially cover her, / br / "Do you want to share?" he offers. "We're going to the same place, and I doubt you really emwant/em to take the chem final soaked..."br / br / "That'd be emwonderful/em, thank you so so much, Shi," she tells him, pulling her hood down and smiling up at him. He smiles back, all pearly white teeth and crinkled eyes, and moves it to cover her wholly. They're a bit squished together to stay dry, sure, but she can't really say that she minds./p
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p class="MsoNormal"Sakura peers out unhappily from underneath the overhang in front of her favourite coffee shop, clutching her warm, steaming latte in her hands. The rain is pouring down, slapping against the pavement and the already deep puddles, inches down by now. She'd left before this downpour had started, saving her from getting soaked on her way to get coffee before class; the downside to that, though, is that it had been clear blue skies and shining sun when she'd left, no hint of the storm that would follow, and she'd left her umbrella sitting in the bin next to the front door of her apartment, thinking she wouldn't need / br / And now here she is, looking out at the rain with no hope of getting through it without soaking herself to the bone, and with the chemistry final in less than twenty minutes, less time than it will take for the storm to pass, according to the weather channel's website that she'd accessed from her phone. She can't wait it out, but she can't miss the final, either—it's fifty percent of their grade, and even her ninety-nine average won't save her if she misses this—so she braces herself to run, pulling up the thin hood on her jacket and placing a finger over the hole in the lid of her coffee in the hopes that it won't spill as she / br / emMaybe if I sprint fast enough/em, she thinks, emI'll make it without ruining my clothes. At least if I do, I think I have some of Ino's in the back of the car from last weekend.../embr / br / A hand on her shoulder, hot and firm, stops her from her preparations. She cranes her neck around, and recognizes the boy who sits next to her in chemistry—emwell, at least I'm not the only one from school caught in this storm/em, she thinks—holding a bright red umbrella in the hand not on her shoulder, and moving it to partially cover her, / br / "Do you want to share?" he offers. "We're going to the same place, and I doubt you really emwant/em to take the chem final soaked..."br / br / "That'd be emwonderful/em, thank you so so much, Shi," she tells him, pulling her hood down and smiling up at him. He smiles back, all pearly white teeth and crinkled eyes, and moves it to cover her wholly. They're a bit squished together to stay dry, sure, but she can't really say that she minds./p