Title: How to Play a Matchmaker (Case Study: Kushina Anna)
Fandom: [K], Project K
Characters: Kushina Anna, Fushimi Saruhiko/Yata Misaki
Disclaimer: [K] does not belong to me, nor do I make any profit out of this work.
Warnings: unbeta-ed, grammar errors ahoy, possible OOC-ness.
A/N: chipacchi on tumble made a sketch thing at 00:46 and shared it on twitter. IT CONSISTED OF PURE CUTENESS I HAD TO WRITE SOMETHING. Especially because I hadn't had anything written for SaruMisa's Valentine's Day hahaha. The sketch had also turned into this awesome art you can see at chipacchi. tumblr. c om (slash) post (slash) 43179210325 (slash) anna-the-matchmaker-shot
A [K] Project Fanfiction
How to Play a Matchmaker (Case Study: Kushina Anna)
"W-wait, Anna—" she almost makes Misaki stumble when she reaches out for his arm, but she doesn't let go. Even if Misaki is now making a face. "We're—supposed to go back to where Mikoto-san is!"
There's the still familiar sound of tongue-clicking, and Anna tightens her grip on Saruhiko's uniform coat as Saruhiko starts to move away. "Get her off me quickly, then," Saruhiko mutters, and Anna hears the tone of annoyance and accusation lacing his voice. "Go back to your Mikoto-san or whatever."
"Wha—you'd better fucking stop using that tone to say Mikoto-san's name, dumbass!"
"Misaki is very loud," Anna says, and just like that, Misaki clamps his mouth shut. She glances at Saruhiko, catches the corner of his lips twitch up in in an aborted sneer. She chooses not to comment on that, though, and merely waits, but the coming silence is an awkward one in which Saruhiko is rolling his eyes and Misaki is finding the pavement under their feet very interesting.
She pushes back the urge to huff in irritation. Really, adults are troublesome. They keep hiding their feelings even though their chests are about to explode, even if they probably realize that they're only making things worse. Sometimes she wishes everyone has her ability to rummage inside another's head. Because here, standing between Misaki and Saruhiko like this, isn't actually all the pleasant.
The thing is, she can feel the extreme embarrassment and nervousness threatening to spill from Misaki's face like a molten lava waiting to paint his face a beautiful shade of red. Normally, she would describe such emotions as warm (but Tatara would use the word 'cute'), but right now, Misaki's warm clashes with Saruhiko's blaze of anger, of jealousy, of not-understanding and helplessness. It makes something in her heart twinge, and she wants to fix that.
She wants to fix that, so tonight Misaki can laugh his wild and carefree laugh that tinkles better than HOMRA's door chime. She wants to fix that, so the curved lines on Saruhiko's forehead may fade a little and maybe he can leave without that bitter, painful scowl that's so very often etched on his face when he remembers Misaki, because that scowl makes even Anna flinch.
So she tugs on Misaki's hand and puts it inside Saruhiko's coat pocket.
Misaki freezes. Saruhiko does, too.
It takes a long moment before Misaki blinks and realizes, and Anna lets her lips form a tight line in order not to smile when he fishes out a small chocolate candy from Saruhiko's pocket. Saruhiko's back is rigid as Misaki's eyes travel to his, wide in his disbelief.
"For Misaki," Anna says, because that's what she's gotten when she drops in Saruhiko's head earlier. It's just a candy; an unimportant piece of chocolate that gets distributed along the shopping district, and Saruhiko's gotten one. But the second that candy had touched Saruhiko's palm, his first thought had been Misaki, and Anna thinks that should count.
It's also probably why there's a faint shade of red on Saruhiko's face.
Misaki stares at the candy, then at Anna, and turns to Saruhiko at last. Then his face turns red, too—it's a pretty red, though not as pretty as Mikoto's—but the scowl on his face stay.
He tugs Anna, stronger this time, away from Saruhiko. Anna wants to protest, but Misaki is scowling at Saruhiko, pointing an accusing finger at him as he says, "so it's just giri choco for me, huh? W-well! I'll show you that I won't lose! I'll get you tezukuri choco on White Day, just you wait and see!"
She only has time to blink in surprise as Misaki gently prods her forward, grumbling about stupid monkeys who never bother to get proper presents when it matters. She wants to tell him that that's not the case, that Saruhiko's been thinking about Misaki, too, but she knows Misaki can't listen when he's like this, so she doesn't say anything. She can't see Saruhiko, because Misaki is blocking her when she tries to turn, but her lips twitches upward when she feels the excitement and elation replacing the previous anger and jealousy even for the growing distance between them.
Those feelings must have been very strong.
—-o0ofinitoo0o—-
Giri Choco: store-bought choco? Obligational chocolate, I think?
Tezukuri Choco: Handmade choco. These are really special. Shibuya Yuuri of Kyou Kara Maou! once called them "OTOKO NO ROMAN" /laughs