Happy Monday
By Moonlit Eyes
Daisuke had never wanted to celebrate St. Valentine's Day once in his life. When he was little it was because of the overwhelming amount of pink and hearts. Now, at the age of 13, it was because of the way all his friends preferred chocolates and kisses to a good game of soccer; a fact that was completely ridiculous. Daisuke had chosen the more recent years to celebrate by means of swiping a few pieces of chocolate here and there, as well as popping a few annoyingly in-the-way balloons. In fact, just that morning he'd managed the end an already short life of four pink and purple balloons that had managed to make his hair stick up more than usual.
Jun was not pleased to see those particular pieces of rubber laying lifelessly on the floor.
Then considering his feelings towards this holiday, it was easy to assume that his day at school had been particularly sour and only seem to worsen upon his trip home. Stores decorated with hearts, a few couples walking along together, and all the corniest love songs of our time filled the air and increased the speed in his step. Everywhere he looked there was a cliche screaming "join us" at him and he couldn't help but feel a pang of loneliness hit his heart. No one was going to be home and no one was going to join him in poking fun at the cutesy holiday.
At least that's what he had originally thought...
Upon opening the door to his apartment he saw a rather surprising sight. There, standing at the end of his hallway, was a rather pleased looking Ken Ichijouji dressed in pale blues and grays. He was holding something behind him and Daisuke resisted the urge to both pounce his boyfriend and to groan at the thought that Ken too was infected by the disease known as Cupid's Arrow.
"Happy Monday, Daisuke-kun," Ken spoke softly and Daisuke tilted his head in confusion.
"Don't you mean Happy Valentine's Day?" The goggle boy stepped forwards toward Ken.
"You don't like Valentine's Day, ne Daisuke-kun?" Ken smiled softly before pulling out the object he'd been hiding behind him. "Care to play a game with me?"
Daisuke almost didn't catch that last question as his eyes flickered between Ken's amused eyes and the black and white soccer ball between them. He remembered once again why he was so into Ken Ichijouji.
"Yeah, that'd be great," he grinned as the feeling of holiday dread left him and together they walked towards the door. However, before they made it out into the hallway, Daisuke couldn't resist saying one quick comment, "what? No chocolates? No flowers?"
A second later a certain soccer ball hit him on the side of the head.
OWARI (the end)
Yeah, I felt like a shortValentine's fic this year. Don't care too much for the holiday my self, but I still like watching other's enjoy it (despite the balloons I pop myself).