A/N: Another no-basis pairing. Again, I think I'm dipping too far OOC. Gah! Let me know?
Anyhow, this little snippets project of mine will be updating on Thursdays/Fridays weekly with True Colors of the Rainbow, with 3 or 4 pairings each time until I'm done! Hope to see you. Review! -iirse
Warnings: Definite slash, though not explicit. If you don't like it, don't read it.
Disclaimer: Original names, characters and places don't belong to me. I don't own anything except the general ridiculous plot-less plot and OC(s), if any. Yadablah.
Sweet "Firsts"
ONE. First Whiff
It was the whiff of genius that awoke him; Marui would always joke about Jiroh. But the latter would refute this with a grin saying it was the Pocky in the air that awoke him instead.
"Yes, Bunta. I loved you for your Pocky since smell one." Jiroh would deadpan before bursting into giggles.
TWO. First Dance
It was inevitable that Marui would be forced to a dinner and dance function. For all that he was a narcoleptic, Jiroh was still Hyotei born and bred. And all his grousing was worth it when the sleepy blonde tugged him onto the dance floor.
THREE. First Accident
They were blowing gum when it happened. Marui was trying to teach Jiroh. And the bubbles met and splatted – into their faces and hair.
Suffice to say green gum in pink hair and pink in blonde was not a pleasing contrast to either party.
Marui was banned from gum while within Jiroh's fan boy radar radius for a month.
FOUR. First Anniversary
Marui suffered during their anniversary – the cake that Jiroh had baked had given him food poisoning. Obviously, Hyotei kids were too spoiled to know how to bake cleanly as Marui found out. Trying to break the news to Jiroh nicely was… Difficult.
FIVE. First Worry/Anxiety
Jiroh always worried from the get-go that Marui would choke on his gum and die. French-kissing to steal his gum was a habit cultivated from that fear. A habit that stayed even after the fear had long subsided.