Title Swear
Author Uozumi
Genre General
Rating G
Disclaimer The characters and fandom contained belong to their respective creators and owners.
Summary Dômeki and Himawari caught in a promise over the person they care about the most.
"So you have to promise," Himawari leveled her gaze, "that you will protect him."
Dômeki nodded, blinking when he found Himawari's hand near his face.
"Let's pinkyswear on it." Her eyes held the dead serious of a superstitious teenage girl. Noting his hesitation, she spoke firmly, "I want your word."
Dômeki secretly prided himself in his cold exterior. If someone saw him do something so cute and girlish, it would disrupt it. Dômeki held no stock in superstitious nonsense either, but Himawari's hand did not move and her eyes would not look away.
Resigning himself, the seventeen-year-old held out his right hand, pinky extended. The instant hers encircled his, he felt a small jolt, almost like static electricity. Holding his pinky tightly, she waited for his to return the gesture.
Slowly, Dômeki let his pinky link tightly with hers, watching her smile happily at his compliance. "Tha – "
"WHAT IS THIS?!" With an echoing stomping noise, Watanuki stormed into the empty classroom, thrusting a finger accusingly at Dômeki. He moved the finger between his friends as he repeated, "What is this?!"
Himawari giggled in her typical manner, dropping her pinky from Dômeki's. The tallest of the three watched her face melt into innocence. "Dômeki-kun was only promising me something."
Watanuki could never yell at Himawari. Turning his full anger on his eternal adversary, he demanded, "What are you promising her?" His eyes widening, he dramatically curled his fingers in his hair. "You can't possibly be promising her 'that!' And why would Himawari-chan even want to associate with this guy?!"
Watching Watanuki run through his typical name calling ritual, Himawari stole a glance at Dômeki. "Thank you, Dômeki-kun." She let her secretive smile morph and hurried to the door. "I'll see you two tomorrow!" Then she was gone.
Dômeki plugged his ears as Watanuki leaned in, shouting escalating. Part of him considered telling the younger boy that the promise was about him, and he should be pretty damn grateful about it. Yet, Watanuki was winding down, and Dômeki did not want to see that baffled and embarrassed look right now.