36 Drabbles

33: Photo

Sakuno was never a nostalgic person. That was more her grandmother than Sakuno herself. She would always see Sumire, her grandmother, sitting on the couch flipping through the many albums documenting each of their lives. Though there weren't many pictures of Sumire herself, Sakuno knew there were many pictures of her parents (her father in particular, since he was her grandmother's son), and many pictures of her as well. When her parents died, Sumire took it upon herself to build album after album of Sakuno's childhood, never letting any event go to waste. So it was a bit of a surprise when one day, her grandmother left the house and Ryoma dropped by to hang out for a bit and get away from his nosy father. She had told him to sit in the living room and wait for her as she went to prepare some tea.

Sakuno just never expected to come back and see him smiling at a picture of her dressed up like a cat. She also didn't imagine he would look up at her with a cocky grin and remark, "no wonder you preferred the cat costume during that one school festival."

Ryoma swore he never knew she could blush so many colours.

"R-Ryoma!" Sakuno scolded, putting the tray of tea down and lunging for the incredibly embarrassing picture. His hand moved out of the way so she couldn't take the picture back, stretching it far behind him so she landed on his chest and reached feebly for it with her shorter arm. Ryoma was very amused, his golden eyes sparkling in desire as her chest was in direct view of his sight, shirt strained against her bosoms as she tried to grasp the photograph.

Deciding Ryoma no longer cared about the cute picture of his girlfriend dressed as a cat in her younger days, Ryoma flicked his wrist to send it flying on the coffee table before wrapping an arm around Sakuno's waist and leaning his head forward to attach his lips to her smooth neck, teeth scraping and tongue lapping. Sakuno shivered in response, her head arching back and her arm dropping to curl around his head. She sighed softly as Ryoma's lips travelled further up, finally reaching her pink lips.

"Ryoma…" Sakuno murmured, her breath coming in short pants as her boyfriend ravaged her mouth. Ryoma pulled back from raping her ear to give her a cocky smirk. She gasped when he leaned forward to entwine her lips with his once more.

When Sumire came home later that day, she noticed her granddaughter was blushing faintly and kept adjusting the collar of her shirt. The woman didn't think much of it, knowing Sakuno was naturally shy and fidgety, and that if there was a problem, she was old enough to take care of it herself. That thought set in mind, Sumire and Sakuno both had a pleasant dinner.

After dinner was over, Sakuno went to clean up the dishes and Sumire wandered into the living room to pick up the album she left lying on the coffee table that morning. The old woman liked to reminisce after she had eaten with Sakuno, reminding herself of how much her granddaughter had grown. She idly flipped through each page, her small, nostalgic smile never fading with any page. She stopped on a particular picture, her gaze turning to confusion. Eyebrows furrowed, Sumire looked up from her memory browsing and shouted to Sakuno who was washing the dishes in the kitchen.

"Sakuno, where did the picture of you dressed up as a cat go?"

Sakuno almost sliced her hand open with the knife.

A/N Thirty-third drabble out!I know its a short drabble, but I promise you that for every short drabble I've put out, the very last drabble will make up for all of them!

My inspiration for this chapter was mainly going to be an embarrassing picture of Sakuno dressed as a kitty-cat, which Ryoma would find and tease her about. The idea of him stealing it only came as I was finishing off the drabble.

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