The weapons they carry
lie on the ground,
forgotten.
On this clear night,
they are not needed.
For the two of them,
time alone is
a rare thing indeed.
So when they get it, it is cherished,
and they fill the air around them
with words they would
not say elsewhere.
And while they talk,
she glances at him,
notes how despite the way
his eyes hide
he is so expressive.
Wide smile, exaggerated pout,
rounded shock, brittle disapproval.
All those feelings,
shown with that
lovely mouth of his
and she finds herself wanting
to reach out and touch
that lovely mouth of his.
And as secrets are shared,
he regards her through
his self-made curtain and sees
what he has always known.
That even in angles and hard features,
there is a certain beauty and grace.
In spite of her sharp edges, she is
softness personified and
when her prettiness gets
marred by unhappiness,
he discovers a desire
to reach out and smooth
away her sorrow.
For the two of them,
time alone is
a rare thing indeed.
So when they get it, it is cherished,
and they fill the air around them
with words they would
not say elsewhere.
But sometimes, just sometimes,
words are not enough,
to convey that needs to be said,
and so on that clear night,
when the words run out,
they notice that even sitting
side by side is still too far.
So they close the gap, and she gets to
touch that lovely mouth of his and he
has the chance to smooth away her sorrow.
And even when they are not
filling the air with the words
they wouldn't say elsewhere,
they cherish their moments together,
because time to themselves
is a rare thing indeed.
The weapons they carry
remain on the ground,
forgotten.
On this clear night,
they will not be needed.
Author's Note:I've written poems, and fanfiction drabbles that are poetic in nature, but I've never written a fanfiction that is ALSO a poem. But lines of this kept haunting me when I was trying to sleep last night, and so I decided to give it a try today. I should probably point out that, as an anime-only viewer of Assassination Classroom, I really don't know that much about Rinka Hayami and Ryuunosuke Chiba, save from little things I've seen on tumblr, my own interpretation of the appearances they make in the anime (regardless of whether this was a moment in which they spoke) as well as fan art. Either way, that meagre information was enough to pique my curiosity about these two, and they interest me a lot, to the point I ship them quite hard. Not as much as I ship Karma and Manami, but enough. Basically what I am trying to say is that I might have got them massively out of character in this poem.
Even so, I hope you enjoyed this. Please do leave feedback!