A/n: Me posting a new story with a bunch of unfinished stories already on my list, what else is new in Ayushi town?
But this is the result of some prompts I took on tumblr, and since the random settings of each oneshot doesn't fit any other of my works, I've made a new dumping ground for them so enjoy!
This one is set post Kizuna and is more flirty than romantic, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.
Pairing: Mimato
Prompt: "pulling them on their lap"
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01. All Lapped Up
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As if the loud pop music blasting through the speakers wasn't enough, people were beginning to do impromptu karaoke while standing on top of tables so Yamato knew, now was a good time to get out of this party. He lowered his gaze in an attempt to avoid making eye contact with anyone who would try to convince him to stay and began to make his way towards the door. The house the party was being hosted at was huge and he was currently on the first floor which meant the process of getting out of here involved navigating through a flight of stairs crowded with people who didn't know anything about him other than his name, but still wanted to stop him for a chat. It wasn't easy manoeuvring through the crowd by passing monosyllabic replies whenever someone called out his name, but Yamato managed it in a matter of minutes. He could almost taste the fresh air on his tongue as the door of the house came into view but a familiar voice reached his ears and he stopped in his tracks.
There was a possibility that he had just imagined the sound, after all, he had downed more than a few bottles of beers through the night himself, but then he heard it again, the high pitched yet melodically sweet laugh he knew all too well.
He did a double take and scanned the ground floor of the house, all the people currently swarming around him were faces he knew from his new college in New York, where he had arrived just a month ago for a summer research programme. In such a big city, it would be too much of a coincidence, too cliched for real life that he'd run into her of all people. And yet the sound of her laugh rang through the halls again and all Yamato could do was move back further into the house, the very place he had just been trying to escape from.
He couldn't even remember the last time she was in Tokyo or the last time he had seen her face in person and talked to her. And yet, his heart began to beat faster as her voice became clearer and louder the further inside the house he went.
Finally, Yamato reached the arched entrance of the main hall, which also happened to be the most crowded spot in the entire party. People stood scattered across the hall talking in groups of threes or fours, some had sat down in a circle on the floor and were playing card games while some had made their way out to the patio. The music was the loudest in this room and so was the smell of the cheap beer, which made Yamato scrunch up his nose in disgust as he scanned the entire room quickly.
When his eyes found her, however, his heart dropped to his stomach.
She was sitting with a group of people at the centre of the room. They'd all squeezed in together snugly on the slightly battered sofa set that donned the space. There was a can of beer in her hand which she waved around without a care as she spoke and laughed. Her hair, now back to its original shade of brown was tied into a high pony that bounced about as she moved her head from one side to the other. The pink dress she was wearing clung tightly to her frame, the length of which barely even covered her thighs. Her cheeks were flushed bright pink, though whether it was because of the alcohol or make-up was something Yamato couldn't tell from where he stood. It was when he looked at her bright caramel eyes that the reality of this moment truly registered in his mind.
After a month of bustling about in New York, he'd finally run into Mimi Tachikawa.
However, one look at her current state made him realise that he didn't quite like the idea of their first reunion in months happening at a shady college party. She was sitting in the centre of the couch and on her each side was a guy that looked like he didn't deserve to be in the same room as Mimi. As Yamato made his way towards the group, he clenched and then unclenched his fists a few times to keep himself calm. Even from afar, he could see the leering look in the eyes of the two men as they sat dangerously close to Mimi. How she had not managed to figure out their intentions yet was beyond him, but Yamato hoped that once she saw him, he would be able to convince her to leave the party and head home safely with him.
When he came to a stop near the group and was contemplating how loudly he should speak to get Mimi's attention, to his utter relief she noticed him before he called out to her.
"Yamato san?"
Even in a drunken state, seeing someone from back home automatically made her Japanese accent slip out, which earned her a few confused looks from her American friends. Mimi sprung to her feet and Yamato had to stifle a relieved sigh as she took a step forward, moving away from the couch and the faces of the two men fell immediately.
"Hey, fancy seeing you here," he replied coolly, smiling at her.
"I don't believe this! When did you even get here?" Mimi asked, her eyes filling with excitement as she took in his appearance.
"Just last month. I'm here for a research internship," Yamato said, taking a moment to look away from her and instead get a good look at her friends' faces.
The group was filled with both men and women, and most of them looked decent enough but somehow, he couldn't bring himself to like the look of the two guys on the couch. They were definitely looking for something from Mimi and he didn't trust them to be nice to her in case she rejected them.
"Oh my god, I'm gonna need a minute to process this. We haven't seen each other in so long!" Her speech was slightly slurred but it was hard to miss the whimsical tone in it and that boosted Yamato's confidence for what he was about to suggest next.
"I didn't think I'd run into you at all either, do you want to get out of here and catch up?"
They'd switched to Japanese the minute she'd recognised him so he was sure her friends wouldn't understand what they were talking about, but it seemed that most of them had caught on to the tone of the conversation. Disgruntled murmurs passed around the circle as Mimi spent more time standing and talking to him, instead of rejoining their conversation. He'd always known that she was the life of every party, but he didn't expect her friends to feel this possessive about her. Not that he could chide them for it, since Yamato himself felt annoyed that they wouldn't let him and Mimi talk in peace.
"Mimi, are you done yet?"
One of the guys from the couch spoke up and while Yamato wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, the demanding tone that guy had taken made him ball up his fists as he tried to keep his temper at bay.
"In a minute," Mimi responded to him, while still keeping her attention on Yamato, which didn't sit well with the dark haired douchebag. "I'd love to catch up too, but do you mind waiting here with me for a little while? I'll be done here in about half an hour."
"Sure." Yamato nodded at her, feeling relieved that she'd invited him to stay with her, giving him a chance to keep an eye on her so called friends.
"Guys, my friend from Japan will be joining us for a little while, do you mind making some space for him?" She turned around and faced her friends, smiling sweetly at them and gesturing for them to move around so Yamato could sit down with them too.
Two girls sitting on the couch opposite to Mimi didn't waste any time in shuffling around so Yamato could sit in the middle but to his surprise, Mimi turned her eyes away from them and looked at one of the guys sitting on her couch, pleading with him to move by batting her eyelashes at him. While he did squirm under her gaze, the dark haired guy who had spoken up earlier kicked at his shins and passed a sharp look in his direction, one that clearly said don't move.
Now that really annoyed Yamato.
Did these people really think that they could get rid of him that easily, that Mimi would choose them over him?
The two of them had known each other since they were kids, they'd been through some of the most harrowing experiences of life together, hell they'd even saved the world together many times. If there was anyone who deserved Mimi's attention and time among the people present, it was Yamato, and he was going to make sure that the others understood it well too.
Maybe it was the effect of the alcohol he'd consumed finally kicking in, or maybe it was just his immaturity bursting out after a month of struggling alone in this new city, but his hands moved on their own accord and his actions surprised even him.
He grabbed Mimi by the wrist and passed the dark haired guy a cold smirk as he pulled her away from the couch, stepping forward himself instead.
"No need to trouble your friends, Mimi. There's plenty of space right here."
Yamato spoke in the best English accent he could manage, gesturing towards the empty spot in the middle of the couch that she had been occupying before his arrival. Mimi met his eyes with a confused look, but she didn't have much time to think about his words. In the next moment, Yamato promptly sat down in the middle of the two annoying guys, and with a gentle tug, pulled Mimi onto his lap, wrapping one arm around her waist protectively.
All of her friends stared at him with eyes bulging wide, completely taken aback by his brash behaviour. The two idiotic guys on either side of him were staring at the sight of him and Mimi with their mouths hanging open. The one who Mimi had tried to convince earlier, quietly got up and moved to sit somewhere else, and the arrogant, dark haired one just shifted further towards the edge of the couch, putting some distance between them as he seethed with disappointment.
Yamato was satisfied with their reactions and he was about to tell Mimi to move to the empty spot next to him but it was his turn to be left dumbstruck as instead, she looped one arm across his neck and turned to look at him with a coy smile playing on her lips. Their faces were now levelled, their noses touching tips, if either of them moved slightly even by accident, the distance between their lips would almost become negligible. Yamato tried to swallow a gulp as Mimi's caramel eyes bore into him, making it impossible for him to look away.
"Well, well Yamato san, you've certainly changed a lot since the last time I saw you. Looks like catching up will be more than fun usual after all."
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A/n: It's my firm belief that Mimato as adults would not hesitate to make out in public. Thank you for reading, reviews are appreciated!
