Title: hidden spots
Type: Oneshot/Drabble collection, a.k.a. Another Way To Finally Kill All Friggin' 64 damn prompts
Pairing: Yamamoto Takeshi/Miura Haru
Word Count: 203
Rating: K
Prompt: number one—2 A.M.
Disclaimer: on my profile; this applies to the whole story.
2 A.M.
It was two in damn the morning and Yamamoto Takeshi couldn't sleep.
Oh, and by the way, that bugged him to no end. He never had problems with falling asleep—only with the waking up part, but he reckoned that was more of a difficulty people had in general.
He squeezed his eyes shut—
Are you still in love with Tsuna?
—and groaned.
Every time he closed his eyes he saw Miura Haru, in this stupidly pretty skirt and blouse and with her doe eyes opened wide, dessert fork still midway between her mouth and the plate where her cake lay. He even heard Lambo in the Sawada kitchen breaking one or two or ten pieces of tableware.
What does it even matter to you, Takeshi-kun? It's not like you're interested in me, right?
She was nice and upbeat and pretty. She was clever and funny and she was loyal and brave to a fault. She was stubborn and liked to argue about the stupidest and pettiest things. She was amazing.
She thought that he wasn't interested in her.
"Of course I'm interested in you," he murmured to his ceiling, "what's there not to be interested in."
She was so stupid.
Yay, a new story!
I won't promise too much on the updating or anything. This is just me, hoping/dreaming/wishing to finally, finally finish all 64 damn prompts. So, basically, there should be 64 stories-but well, we'll see, we'll see. Gotta stay positive and blahh.
Reviews would be lovely, requests are welcomed, chocolate is dearly appreciated. Bear in mind that English is not my first language, so if there are any mistakes, do tell. Improvement is always good :D
Cheers,
bells