Disclaimer: Borrowed and enjoyed only for the sake of fluff and wit (fails and fails.)
Characters: Mayuzumi Chihiro, Izuki Shun.
Warnings: grammar errors, genderbending, crack-pairing, plotless, my inspiration outburst.
Someday, I'll write longer stories about them, when I escape from my writer block.
1. Just one kiss.
Just one kiss – that's all he can ever allow himself. One kiss to pour out all of his feelings.
She has been sleeping – for a girl with such sharp eyes, she is surely a heavy sleeper (unless there is a life-threatening event), which worries him sometimes because she is just too carefree. Her hair falls over the sofa in a glorious way – he'll make her to tie her hair up later, otherwise she'll settle into a very messy bun.
He pressed his lips to her gentle, to avoid waking her up. He doesn't know if she even responds. She is so soft, so addicting.
She doesn't wake up. And he watches her for a few seconds before. And she is smiling. (Years later, she speaks of a kiss in her dream, but it is for later.)
"Izuki-san, wake up or you'll be late for your french class."
2. Life
No kinds of eyes should be so dead, Izuki decides, even if they belong to him, grey and blank and cold and ohsoattractive. There should be life in them, because there is life in everything.
She doesn't know why she is interested. Maybe they used to be opponents, maybe they go to the same college even though he's a year older and maybe she has seen those eyes before. (Hyuuga, Kuroko and many many basketball player that she doesn't know.)
She wants to give something life.
He knows she's watching him, but he just stands there, still and silent. Like a manniquin.
She sighs. It's time to put life in that manniquin.
And the fact that he reacts when she tiptoes to press the milkshake against his cheek makes she think that she has succeeded.
"Here, your chocolate mayushake."
3. Fascinate
As opposed to what everything might think, Izuki is rather hard to fascinate . She is interested in the sounds of the basketball, the sounds of sneakers squeaking on the nets, the sounds of bird singing in the morning, the coolly fresh air before dawn, the passion of others but nothing has ever fascinated her quite as much as Mayuzumi Chihiro's smile. They're so there that they become her treasures. The corner of his mouth turns upward, the line of his eyes crinkles and he seems to happy and Izuki can't stop staring and can't help smiling.
She falls for him first, of course, but his smile is close second. She watches him reading and thinks to herself that his smile is the last and only fascinating sight she will ever need.
4. Eagles.
To be completely honest, Mayuzumi never understands Izuki 's hobbies. Her puns are one of them, not that he'll ever mentions it. But only Izuki can sit in one place for hours and talks to eagles.
He means, talking to eagles, literally.
"Ah, you ask about him?" Are they talking about him? "I don't want to interrupt his reading. No, he isn't my boyfriend, what…. You want to know him?"
And now, she is trying to make him talk to one of her eagles.
"Now, Watson." He will never let her read Detective Conan again. "It's Mayuzumi-san. Mayuzumi-san, it's Watson, the Harpy Eagle that I've been telling him about. Say 'hello' to him."
"What?" said Mayuzumi.
"Don't be like that, Mayuzumean-san. I said 'hello' to him, you say 'hello' to him."
Is that eagle glaring at him? Watson nudges Izuki's chin affectionately and she starts saying about how cute he is. (and how mean Mayuzumi's being.)
Sure, eagles that kill their pray with deadly accuracy are very cute, indeed.
"I'm not saying hello to an eagle."
"You will." She says, pointedly looks at Watson's claw.
Mayuzumi says hello to Watson.
5. Memories
She looks sort of strange without her usual joke books, but he doesn't think about that much when she is thumbing through the photo album and smiling at the pictures with the nostalgia typical of people who have to leave some of their memories behind and head out to explore the real world. She flips through her sisters' smile, her mother's love, her team's laughter and finally arrives at the memories of him.
"Mayuzumi-san." She says. "You have been reading that page three times. Now, do you remember this?"
He looks at the picture, and the tiniest hint of smile appears.
"The day I went to Seirin in your third year and asked you out."
"Can you stop saying that so bluntly?"
"My head still hurt whenever I remember that?"
"You just got hit in the head with a can of soda? And you were lucky that it was a soft drink."
"It's worth." He says, reaching out and drawing her and the album photo into his lap. "We had fun times."
She smiles, buries her head his neck. "We will. We always do."
He leans down and kisses her, the album forgotten.
Memories, huh? He just has to make them.
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