Hey guys!
So this is very experimental XD
I first intented to write it in french (my 1st language) so there might be some mistakes.
Feel free to tell me if you find any mistake.
Anyway, enjoy! *✲ﾟ*｡✧٩(･ิᴗ･ิ๑)۶*✲ﾟ*｡✧
It really wasn't his lucky day.
That was what Onoda was thinking as he was trying to walk with a twisted ankle.
As clumsy as he was, he had stumble in the middle in one of Kyoto's crowded street and nobody helped him.
He had come to Kyoto in order to get a signing of one of his favorite mangakas. Unfortunatly, he had arrived five minutes late for the signing session and had not been able to meet the mangaka.
Now, with his ankle in this state, he didn't know what to do.
He walked as best he could on ten meters before finding a bench on which to sit.
He began watching the passers-by totally hopeless. So he waited several minutes feeling very sorry for his fate when he saw a familiar figure among the crowd.
It was much taller than the other and was walking in a weird way. Its long arms hunging dramatically in the front of its body.
Onoda suddenly saw his last hope.
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"Ah! Mi-Midousuji-kun!"
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It really wasn't his lucky day.
He had left home in order to go buy eels but when he was arrived at the store, he had been forced to see that they had all been sold. He had left the shop in a grumpy mood and without buying anything.
And then, as he was walking back home, he just heard a gross voice calling him.
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"Ah! Mi-Midousuji-kun!"
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He slowly turned his head to the gross being making sure he cracked his neck in a creepy way.
He then saw a succession of gross actions. Everything absolutely pathetic.
Onoda suddenly stood up from the bench where he was sitting and ran at him, or at least tried to. He had forgotten his ankle.
He sprawled miserably on the ground, face first.
He hardly lifted himself up and smiled with all his soul to who he believed to be his savior.
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"Gross! What do you want?"
"Ah! Uh... I came here to see one of my favorite mangaka but I arrived late so I-"
"Gross! Stop talking! I'm leaving!"
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Midousuji pretended to go away but Onoda grabbed him by the sleeve.
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"W-Wait! I...I think I twisted my ankle! Can you help me?"
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Midousuji looked down and saw the pitiful state of Onoda's ankle. He felt something strange like... No... that couldn't be...
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"Why would I help you?"
"...Because I think you're a kind person and you can help me!" Onoda said with very sincere eyes.
"Gross gross gross! I'll help you so stop making that face!"
"Thank you Midousuji-kun!" Onoda said with a beaming smile.
"Gross!"
"So... How are we... Wha-What are you doing Midousuji-kun?!"
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Midousuji had turned his back to him and crouched down and was now looking back at Onoda.
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"Climb on my back."
"What?! B-but I-"
"Climb on my back or I leave you here!"
"Okay!"
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Onoda climbed on his back and Midousuji got up while holding Onoda then began walking.
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"By the way... Where are we going?"
"My home."
"What! Midousuji-kun-"
"Stop talking!"
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Onoda fell silent as they walked to Midousuji's house.
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Hope you liked that first chapter!
Don't hesitate to leave a comment! ^^
/I couln't publish it in French because of some problems on words. I don't know if there is a french fandom of Yowapeda. ^^ /