snowing monday

title: snowing monday
author: hikasne
pairing: wally/kuki
words: 580
how long?: 20 minutes
summary: - "…and now I'm scarf-less." – he never should've underestimated the power of sharing. wk

"…here."

Kuki Sanban looked—no, 'gazed' would be the more appropriate word--up at the taller, Australian, golden-haired boy adoringly as he unwound his precious dodgeball-monogrammed black scarf and placed it around her milky, swanlike neck, hiding half his face behind one wide-nailed, thick-fingered hand. She could only guess he was hiding a blush.

Her eyes were like pools to the universe—an amazing combination of churning blues, purples, silvers, and flecked with every color in between: violets, lavenders, lilacs, and midnights.

He shook himself out of it.

His wide, pretty grass-green eyes were sizing her up, looking from her Rainbow Monkey outerwear slippers to the striped, floppy pom-pom hat on the top of her raven black hair. "Thanks," she whispered, smiling reverently up at him. "Wally, you're amazing."

--well, how could he deny that?

"Yeah," he grunted, blushing again and trying zipping up orange windbreaker to his chin but not quite managing it—the collar merely reached his shoulders. "Well, now I'm scarf-less."

"Don't be ridiculous, silly!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together and half-unwinding the scarf.

"No, you don't have to—" he started, but it was too late; her small white hands had already swathed the scarf around both their forms, and she'd knotted it. Now they were joined at the neck, backs facing each other, connected at the scarf. Her black hair brushed the back of his neck.

Jesus, this girl had some issues, not to mention he was half choking—the scarf wasn't big enough for the both of them. Smoothing his hair out of his face, he struggled to turn to her, only to realizing she was already facing him, her lips buried in his neck and arms around him, pressing her warm little self against him.

"…thanks," he finished awkwardly, not expecting her to be so close, nor so affectionate. His heart thumped and she giggled, happy to have created such an effect on him. And then his love for her got the better of him, and his hand found purchase in the indent of her knee, and he picked her up, lifting her a few inches off the ground so that they were face-to-face.

She buried herself into him, just breathing into his ear. She seemed surprised, but somewhat amusingly disappointed that he once again had the upper hand.

"Come here," he whispered, and she obliged, only too happy to have it his way.

"I really should quit while I'm ahead," she whispered to his mouth, referring to having the upper hand.

"That's the problem, love—you never are."

note: Oh, My Good Golly Goodness.

It's official—my mind is overflowing with way too many ideas to form a coherent, meaningful oneshot. It was cute in a certain, way-too-short way, but—eh. You know how I love to criticize myself.

Neh.

--(Ali!)