Disclaimed.
Strawberry Swing
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A snippet by Ridley Silverlake for the Troller Skates account.
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Natsume's perversity just never gets old with Mikan around.
"What to do?" it was after school and Mikan had nothing to do. Her friends had all gone to Central Town while she was stuck in campus after missing the bus. She walked to her favourite spot in the school and decided to just sit and wait for time to pass—and hopefully, she'd see a certain someone there.
She arrived at the Sakura tree, but sadly, there was no sight of any dark-haired, ruby-eyed boy sitting under the tree, but instead, she saw something new.
It was a swing.
"What's a swing doing here?" Mikan stared at the seat that hung from the branches of the Sakura tree. After realizing that staring at it wouldn't do her or the swing any good, she decided to just have fun with it. She ran to its direction ad quickly sat on its wooden seat.
The Academy was quiet and all she could hear now was the swing and the chirping of birds. It was all silent until a deep voice came from behind her.
"What are you doing?" it was Natsume, he looked at the swing with a questioning look. "What is that?"
"It's a swing," Mikan smiled.
"I know that, stupid," Natsume tried to control his anger. "I meant, what's it doing here?" He walked closer to her.
"I don't know," Mikan continued to swing back and forth. "I just saw it here not long ago."
Natsume ignored her and sat under the tree.
"Hey, Natsume," Mikan's voice interrupted him as he was about to start reading his manga. "Swings always remind me of my childhood."
"Hn," Natsume ignored her statement and buried his nose into the comic book.
"What do swings make you think of?" her high-pitched voice rang once more.
Natsume stayed silent for a moment, he simple stared at the brunette, watching her swing back and forth. He finally replied with "strawberries".
Mikan looked at him, trying to process what he'd just said. After a sudden realization, she stood up and sat on the grass with her arms wrapped around her knees.
"Pervert!"
End