Melon
Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Shinkalion franchise.
Pairing: Ginga x Nagara tension.
Summary:
Thanks to a train station ad, Anjo Nagara has a sudden craving for Häagen-Dazs.
Never underestimate the power of smartly placed advertising.
A straightforward banner on the wall while coming down the station escalator on his way to the dojo, and fantasy cups of Häagen-Dazs ice cream refrigerated in Anjo Nagara's head all day.
Melon.
Real chunks of fruit encased in a flat, frozen desert of a dessert.
Parched for that fattening, guilty pleasure.
Creamy.
Milky.
Pricey.
The sugar hit he could use to stay alert.
The illusion of citrus his dry mouth could shrivel over instead of flavourless water, melon not even technically a citrus fruit!
Luckily for Nagara, he was one of those types who could eat however much he pleased and never gain a pound. Snacks spread throughout the day, his room an untidy nuke zone of plates, cutlery, drink containers, wrappers, and nibbled whatever you can think of.
He wasn't sure if Ginga was also one of those types. He had to be to be eating a glass of raspberry sorbet by himself!
He had to be to sit in the restaurant and really enjoy himself, as opposed to buying for a quick chomp and chuck past the garbage can past the Swarovski as Nagara would.
Scoops of paradise.
Dark chocolate drizzle.
Wafer sticks you could sniff like a cigar.
Ginga invited Nagara to sit with him, a welcoming expression on his always relaxed and sparkling face.
Mr. Special.
Mr. I-Neatly-Bite-My-Ice-Cream!
Nagara licked his skinned bottom lip, seeing candy like he saw candy from See's Candies.
The dry lip he'd pared the skin from, craving Melon Häagen-Dazs.
Ginga was ingratiating.
Buy a boy some ice cream. Earn his respect for life.
