Notes: I haven't written in a while, so bear with my clumsiness in this very, very short fic. (A combination of thesis work, school work and excessive online gaming *waves Midgard flag* :)) My so-called writing skillz are kinda rusty now. Anyways, this story is written for all the Senkosh fans out there (like me!) celebrating Christmas. Maligayang Pasko!
Warnings: Major mush, fluff, implied love confession (read: vague)…You have been warned!
Disclaimer: Slam Dunk ----- Not mine. For now. (Joke! :D)
Christmas Cookie
/Dec 25, 1992. 6 AM//Sendoh!!! Where the heck are you!?!/
Clutching a box of still fresh baked pastries, Koshino Hiroaki, wandered down the streets looking, amidst the cheery Christmas lights of some stubborn stalls still open after the festivities. The red and green lights made the white snow gleam odd colors, lighting the frantic brunette's way in his mad dash. Koshino clutched the box tighter. The warmth provided a little comfort for the chill of winter in his chest, as he was wearing his thickest jacket, yet the cold still seeped through the fabric. He also tried to warm himself up more by jogging faster, doubly useful in looking for the stubborn spiky head that just wouldn't show up.
All his running led him to the harbor, the fishing port where he first met Sendoh, playing hookie while he dashed to school waking up late for his first day. Koshino almost smiled at the memory…if he just didn't want to strangle the boy so much.
After a few minutes of looking, battling the bitterly cold sea breeze, he found Sendoh sitting alone by the wooden plank for the leisure fishers, idly swaying his feet over the near-freezing salty waters.
Koshino quietly walked to the boy and sat unceremoniously beside him, making sure to jolt the other out of his sunrise reverie. "So there you are! I've been looking all over for you." Sendoh, for a few moments, looked puzzled, as if trying to figure out who disturbed his silence. "Why aren't you at home? I tried to call you last night, but the maid said you were already asleep."
"They're out again." The other boy offered him a warm, if not a little strained, smile.
"Oh." Koshino looked at his friend and figured he couldn't say anything about that. Then, almost an afterthought, he remembered the box of cookies in his hand and offered it to his friend.
"For you. Merry Christmas."
"Cookies?" Sendoh asked quizzically.
"Mom made it for you." He looked away, not relying on himself stopping the blush forming on his cheeks.
Then, to Koshino's surprise, Sendoh started sniffing the pastries. "This doesn't smell like your mother's cooking." The spiky-haired declared questioningly.
"What?!? How would you know?!"
"Koshino, I've always eaten everything your Mom cooked for almost a year now." Sendoh said, pointing to his nose, looking red with the cold.
Koshino felt he was caught, with little cramp of hurt in his heart. /And you wouldn't eat mine…/Sendoh looked at the distraught look on his friend's face, with an odd smile playing on his lips. Lifting the weird-looking cookie to his mouth, he took a small, tentative bite on the white frost-covered corner and his face gleamed in an almost manic smile. "Those Home Ec classes with Miss Mirai are really getting to you huh, Hiro-kun?"
Koshino blushed furiously at the unexpected praise. "Ah, shuddup!"
Then suddenly, Sendoh looked serious, the smile lost in his face replaced by an almost alien seriousness. "Never stop making these cookies for me, ne? Koshino?"
Koshino looked at Sendoh and saw his friend with an expression he has never seen before…
Brushing the cookie crumbs from Sendoh's face, a warm feeling flooding his chest. "You better be at home next Christmas. Now let's go somewhere else, I'm freezing here." Koshino's face was beaming with unexpected, yet welcome, joy.
It's the season of love and hope after all.
Owari