Prompt: "I'll carry you, hold still or it'll hurt more."
Pairing: Seto x Ishizu (Trustshipping)
"Ishizu, you cannot expect me to think you can do this."
Seto's ankle still smarted, his pant leg rolled up to his calf as he cradled his throbbing foot in his hands.
Perhaps an evening going dancing had not been in his best interest.
Ishizu stood over him, hands on hips, eyes narrowed. How had he managed to do this during what had to be the simplest of waltzes?
She let out a sigh at his petulant tone. "What—you think I can't carry you? I've lugged ancient marble sculptures up flights of stairs with only one or two assistants."
"Yes, but—" As if I would let my girlfriend carry me off the dance floor like a child. I'd rather die.
Well, perhaps that was a bit dramatic.
Ishizu rolled her eyes. "Seto, dear," she said through gritted teeth, "people are starting to stare."
Seto fought the urge to pout. "Fine…"
Graceful as an ocean wave, Ishizu bent down in her 3-inch heels, grabbed Seto by his shoulders, and lifted him onto her back so that his arms crossed around her neck, his good foot dragging on the ground behind him.
Seto buried his face in Ishizu's neck, trying to hide his sudden blush. "How the hell are you doing this? Am I secretly dating Wonder Woman?"
Ishizu bit back a smirk as she responded:
"You'll never know, will you?"