a/n: this is a request by Shiranai Atsune.
dedication: to summer.
disclaimer: don't own inazuma eleven go.
summary: Summer's the lemonade in your hand and the breeze through the wind chimes. – Tsurugi/Aoi
sour and sweet
The breeze ruffled Aoi's hair, scattering her bangs across her pale face as she smiled and breathed in deeply – the smell of freshly mown grass, the rich scent of mud and the exhilaration of the sun tangled together, creating a fragrant aroma.
"Oi, stop sniffing, you look like a dog." Aoi held her hair back with a hand as she turned and looked up at the teen who exited the house, carrying a pitcher and two glasses. She didn't reply and for a moment it was peaceful – the tinkling of the chimes as the breeze danced through the weights and the sound of lemonade cascading into the glasses.
She wordlessly reached up, her fingers closing around the stem of the glass as Tsurugi sat down next to her.
"This is quite fancy," Aoi remarked, holding the wine glass to the light and letting the summer sun filter through the light-yellow drink, catching the floating strands of lemon pulp and scattering rainbows through the ice cubes.
"Only the best for my lady," Tsurugi laughed and kicked his feet, letting them swing underneath the porch as the sun beat down. Aoi couldn't help but admire the way his muscles flexed, honed from years of football practice – it was elegant, almost like a rippling valley.
She took a sip of the lemonade, the cold liquid running down her throat and cooling her body – the sour drink was just right, the sugar underlying the lemons, the ice a perfect complement to the noonday sun.
Tsurugi always made the best lemonade.
"So, where's Tenma?" he asked, letting his words carry in the air.
Aoi contemplated the fenced backyard for a moment before replying, "Aki-neesan wanted to shop and she dragged him along." Tsurugi chuckled at the thought of their best friend's landlady – Aki was quite sweet but her temper was fearsome when roused.
Aoi listened to the trill of the birds and the chirp of other insects, losing herself in the cacophony that was always there – an orchestra that played every day, and yet went so unappreciated. "It's just you and me, Kyo-chan," Aoi murmured, her fingers going numb on the glass.
"That's how I like it," Tsurugi smiled, and darted in for a kiss, his lips icy against her own. Then, after a pause, "Don't call me Kyo-chan."
Aoi giggled and playfully elbowed him, "You know you love it, Kyo-chan." Tsurugi scowled at her, mock-annoyed, and Aoi's giggles turned into full-blown laughter at the sight of the grumpy forward that always emerged, sooner or later.
He tried and failed to keep his scowl, finally smiling at her laughter and poking her in the side, "You know me too well, Aoi." She finally calmed down and leaned her head against his shoulder, watching the grass sway in the wing, rippling like a many-bladed ocean of green.
This was summer – the song of the birds and the laughter of children and her boyfriend's lemonade in a wine glass.
le fin
a/n: sweet, short and fluffy. hope you liked it!
