This is a drabble that came to mind today.
There he was again.
As usual, Sanji has missed his bus and was now waiting in the freezing cold bus shelter. It may be called a "shelter" it does not shield from much. The place is crammed, dirty, and most importantly not heated. He had an hour to kill before he was able to take his next bus plus he was hungry and tired, he could not imagine how this day could get any worst.
Sanji was, for the moment, alone in the bus shelter as everyone else got on a different bus. There was no one around him, not even close, and he was bored out of his mind. An idea popped into his head, he shall start to sing.
Not to be misleading, Sanji is not the greatest singer ever, and the cold makes his voice rough and nasally. But what was there to lose? Not like anyone could hear him anyways.
Sanji started to sing any song that came into his mind, the genre mattered not as he would cut the song short as soon as another came into his head or he simply forgot the rest of it.
He was so into his song that he did not notice someone standing right outside the shelter, said person was clearly able to hear him, as by no means did Sanji hold back on the volume. As soon as he was done the song, Sanji looked around and there, was this guy staring right back at him.
The guy, wearing a thick black winter jacket and boots, started clapping slowly; his claps were loud and precise.
"Wow, what a great performance" the guy commented, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
Sanji quickly looked away in his embarrassment, his cheeks burning red. Thankfully, the weather was so cold that his face was already crimson hiding the extent of his humiliation. Obviously this day could get worst after all.
"Fuck off" the blond said back, avoiding eye contact while sneering at the floor.
The stranger laughed, his voice thick and warm.
"Only an airhead would sing this loud and expect no one to hear him" the stranger moved into the shelter, he pulled back the hoodie of his jacket. Underneath was a head of green hair, in his ears were three dangling golden earrings.
"Only a creep would listen," Sanji snapped back, he was in no mood for some stranger to criticize him. But even as he thought that, he felt this connection to the stranger.
The foreigner put his hoodie back on as he saw his bus quickly approaching. He moved towards the exit of the shelter.
"Well, nice talking to you shithead" said the green haired man as he went out into the cold.
Despite his frustration and mortification, Sanji somehow felt a little bit better.
This story is now updated exactly one year after the first chapter was posted! Aren't I great? I decided to treat myself as it is my birthday and give a little time for this update and treat you guys (the 2 of you reading this) because what is better than receiving gifts, is giving them. Hope you enjoyed! It would mean a lot if you guys gave me feedback as my writing skills have gotten very rusty.
Have awesome holidays! Until next time!