The Girl's Face He Saw
In which Natsu struggles to remember a dream. Set before the beginning of Passive Aggressive Post-Its.
Natsu lay in bed staring at his ceiling and trying to remember the details of his dream.
The house was quiet for mid-day, as it only was during the summer months, few of the guys living-in over the summer session. Natsu was one of the only all-year-rounders. He had no one waiting for him to visit at home, and no old bedroom left to haunt, so why bother moving all of his shit out for a few months?
Gray was still at Ur's, where Natsu had gotten back from visiting a week or so ago. His stomach still churned thinking of the train ride he'd had to take back to Magnolia, but at least it had been better coming back than heading out. Taking a train in nothing but his underwear and scarf had not added to the charm of motion sickness, to say the least.
Stupid fuckin bet. He should have known a sucker's bet when he saw one. Of course Gray could keep his hand in a bucket of ice water longer. The real mystery was how he had goaded Natsu into the bet in the first place. He still couldn't quite remember the circumstances.
But that wasn't what was on Natsu's mind. He was still trying to grasp at the edges of the dream world. A beautiful smile, and sparkling eyes. Something about the lingering images in his mind putting him at peace. And then she was gone, his foggy mind waking up for the day, forgetting entirely the girl's face he saw.
I haven't really liked the prompts for this Nalu week, so I did what I always do and used FT chapter titles to inspire me instead. This one just had to become this little drabble.