|Ties


Shark looked into the mirror after he finished dressing himself in his second year school uniform. Deciding he looked decent for an appearance, he walked out and frowned that someone was still not up. For the weekend, Yuma had suggested they have a sleepover at Ryouga's place.

More like invited himself; he went to make breakfast for the two. It's been a long while since he had to make a meal than just for himself... Shaking his thoughts away, he heard a clock chime its' hourly tune and debated whether he should wake Yuma up and not let him oversleep.

He heard several thuds above him and a rush of feet down the stairs.

"Shark! I forgot to bring my school uniform!" Yuma barged into the kitchen, still in his nightwear. He kept his legs going in one place before he turned around and exited the kitchen. Ryouga groaned at Yuma's usual forgetfulness. Fool...

He sighed and went after Yuma ▬ up the stairs again, then turned to enter his room. Yuma was still pacing around the house and he felt a little annoyed by the loud ruckus he wasn't used to hearing in his home. At last, he found what he needed and left.

"You can wear my old uniform." Ryouga spoke up as soon he saw Yuma nearby. His words grabbed Yuma's attention and looked at the red school outfit he was holding out for him.

Yuma gave a large smile and he came up to his friend, grabbing ahold of Shark's uniform he had worn last year. "Thanks Shark! You're the best!"

Shark nodded at him, "Go get changed. I'm usually out of the door by now."

Yuma dashed off, leaving Shark back to his breakfast. He ate in silence for several moments, waiting for Yuma to return. When he did, he frowned. Yuma's tie wasn't done right, as he could tell. He couldn't remember when Yuma's tie seemed off. Did he not know how to tie a tie?

"Yuma, your tie is not-"

"Oh-I know! I was in a rush, I'll fix it later!" Yuma said a tad quickly. Shark got up and grasped Yuma's tie with his hand. He was surprised by his sudden actions.

"Hey. what- What are you doing, Shark?"

He didn't give a reply as he carefully undid then redid his old tie onto Yuma, wrapped around the shirt, just under the collar flaps.

He tugged at the tie and held onto it momentarily.

"Don't tell me you've never learned on how to tie a tie properly."

"I do too!"

"Heh, ties with clip-ons?"

"Hmph, whatever! I never asked for your help...but, thanks."


I didn't write anything for a while - oh, I don't know - a week?

Meh, anyway thanks for reading.