Author's Note: Oh gosh, haha.
So I felt bad about not getting my Christmas Daiharu fic finished (and you're probably thinking it's from this past Christmas—no, I started writing it in 2011), and right now I'm doing the 30 Day OTP Challenge drawing Daiharu on my tumblr. (I put a link in my profile if anyone is interested.)
It turns out that I'll be writing drabbles to accompany a few of the drawings, so I figure since I haven't written any Daiharu for you guys in a while, why not upload them here? ^p^
They'll be using the same headcanons as my other Daiharu fics, but they aren't necessarily "canon" to the overlying story of my other fics—so I guess these drabbles are kind of fanfics of my own fanfics? um.
Leave it to me to do something so convoluted.
Anyway, I won't be writing a drabble for all of my drawings—right now I'm only coming up with two or three other drabbles I might write—but whenever I do, I'll upload it here. I hope you enjoy!
Blanket Disclaimer: Pokemon ≠ mine.
"Cuddling somewhere"
How did it end up like this?! Haruka couldn't help thinking despite herself.
Really, all she had suggested was to sit down and rest a bit before resuming their window-shopping in Lilycove... She absolutely had not planned on... on...
"You look a little cold," Daigo had said to her before shifting closer to her on the bench. "This should be a bit warmer."
Indeed, Haruka couldn't deny that she was feeling warmer after he did that—in fact, her face felt so hot she feared it might melt right off!
Now what do I do? Haruka bemoaned, all too conscious of Daigo's thigh just barely brushing against her own. It wasn't that she didn't like being so close to him—of course not, this was the sort of thing she often dreamed of happening—but it was just so... so...
Frankly, it was too much too suddenly, and Haruka was finding it hard to even think.
I can't just move away, that would be rude, and he'd think I don't like him, but I do, I really really like him, and—
"Haruka-chan, you're shivering."
"Huh?" Haruka looked down at her hands folded in her lap—indeed, she did seem to be trembling, but— wait, did Daigo-san think—
She glanced up just in time to see Daigo beginning to unwind the scarf from around his neck.
"W-wait, Daigo-san, you don't—"
"Here you go," he said as he wrapped one end of the scarf around her neck, the other end still draped around his own.
His fingers ghosted across the nape of her neck, and suddenly Haruka found it hard to breathe.
Daigo looped the ends of the scarf in a loose knot, smiling triumphantly. "There we go, now it'll keep us both warm. Feel better?"
This was absolutely too much for Haruka. What am I supposed to say, though? "Thank you, but I actually wasn't all that cold? Winter weather in Hoenn isn't as chilly as the ones I'm used to in Johto?"
It was the truth, but then... how would she follow that up?
"I was shivering because I'm nervous being so close to the person I love."
She looked up at him tentatively and shook that thought from her mind. No, that was absolutely out of the question.
So she chose, instead, to indulge in the proximity and relaxed against him, while reluctantly convincing herself that his simple kindness meant nothing more than just that.
"Thank you, Daigo-san."