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Mad
Miyagi sat outside some sort of summer camp, waiting fir Shinobu to come out. A week before he and his young lover had gotten into a big arguement and he wasn't sure if he was still mad at him. A few minutes later, Shinobu climbed into the car. An awkward silence fell over them. Miyagi ignited the engine and began to drive homeward.
At long last Miyagi spoke, "Erm... How are you?"
"The same."
"The same as what?"
"The same as in not different."
Miyagi sighed and cut right to the chase, 'Are you still mad?" When Shinobu just sat there quietly with his arms crossed, he stopped the car on the side of the road and turned to face him squarely. Shinobu looked over at him out of the corner of his eye. After a few stretched moments of just sitting there, Miyagi reached out and grabbed the boy's chin, forcing him to look at him. Shinobu tried to shake him off but the grip tightened.
"Shinobu-chin?" he asked again.
No answer.
He moved closer to the boy, thinking maybe he could change his mind. It worked. Shinobu's heart beat painfully against his chest and he almost forgot how to breathe. He found himself moving closer but was stopped by Miyagi's strong hand.
"Not until you answer me."
Shinobu pouted. He thought for a minute, then responded slowly, "I'm not mad."
Miyagi could not suppress a victorious grin. "Okay, the toilet paper rolls forward," he resolved the topic of their fight from a week ago, then brought his lover's lips to his own before to distracted young boy could protest.
Okay, this one was just random, haha.
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