[drabble] ♥ now it all turns sour
Player: unspeakingly
Subject: Mikuru Asahina. (+ Itsuki, romantic.)
Table: C. [ prompt table]
Prompt: 14) Sweeten.
They had a routine that they followed, even on those mornings when Mikuru woke up in Itsuki's bed, half-dressed and tousled; when neither of them could quite remember how or why she had gotten there, but they didn't particularly care either. Itsuki would lean over and kiss her sleepily, mumbling a good morning before he shuffled off to the bathroom and Mikuru tumbled out of bed to find the rest of her clothes.
They'd find one another again in the kitchen, where Mikuru would be making tea and Itsuki would simply sit and wait patiently, his smile already slipping on for the day. She knew just how he liked his tea in the mornings, and just how he did in the afternoons when she visited.
It was interesting, Itsuki mused, the aspects in which they were different and similar in. This was one where they paralleled, which he didn't find often occurred between himself and her.
Mikuru always had sugar in her morning tea. Itsuki's was always, always bitter.
Strangely enough, it reversed in the afternoon -- Itsuki would heap sugar into his cup, and Mikuru would cringe a little at the bitterness of her own drink. But they never argued about it; they'd had a conversation about it once, in the quiet, sleepy atmosphere of their morning, and both accepted and understood each other's reasons. Even outside of Haruhi's watch, they'd found a while ago that they got along quite well, agreeably and gently.
One morning, when Mikuru had finished spooning sweetener into her steaming cup (neither of them cared much for their own health or such, it was simply that Itsuki had run out of sugar), she sat down across from Itsuki and gave him a little, slightly shy smile. Itsuki had spent a good minute sitting there, watching her with a blank, unreadable expression while she sipped at her tea. When she put her teacup down, she gave Itsuki a quizzical look, and she was surprised to see his eyes soften with the most genuine smile she had seen him yet give.
He leaned across the table and covered her slightly open mouth with his.
They pulled away from the kiss mutually, calmly, and sat back down with no questions asked. Mikuru ducked her head, her face glowing red from under her hair, and gave a tiny squeak. Itsuki found it a bit endearing, and he couldn't help but look a little smug.
She tasted sweet, he told her. She tripped and stumbled out of the room, leaving her half-finished tea and mumbling something about getting ready for school before they were late because she didn't want Haruhi to be mad at them. He heard her getting changed in the bedroom later, scolding herself and muttering about how she wasn't allowed to get attached, relationships weren't allowed while she was in this timeplane, get a grip, girl.
He chuckled, and he heard her yelp on the other side of the door.
She tasted sweet, and he had to say that he didn't mind it one bit. Maybe he liked it.
A few days later, they awoke to the same scenario; Mikuru wrapped in sheets, Itsuki holding the bundle in his arms drowsily. He ran his fingers through her hair, kissing the tips, and left the room. It took Mikuru five minutes of sitting in awkward, embarrassed silence to realise that he'd broken his routine and gone straight to the kitchen.
She followed him out curiously, wearing only an old t-shirt that went to her knees -- he'd found it some time ago for her to sleep in when she stayed the night without having planned it. She tip-toed down the hall and peered around the corner, hugging herself to the wall in the hope that he wouldn't notice her watching.
"Good morning. Did you sleep well enough?"
Mikuru jumped and squeaked, falling away from the wall. "I-Itsu -- K-Koizumi-kun! Um, good morning! Y-yes, I --" She paused and blinked, going slightly wide-eyed at the scene before her.
Itsuki smiled, the morning light catching his face and making his expression look so much more real that Mikuru went breathless for a brief moment. He offered her the cup of tea he had just finished brewing, and she reached out to take it speechlessly.
"I... Thank you, Koizumi-kun..." She looked up at him, trying to read him, but his eyes took everything in and gave nothing away. Shyly, she brought the cup to her lips and took a sip, her senses instantly recognising and taking in the sweetness of the drink.
"It was nothing. What good would a bitter morning be?"
He kissed her, and for a very brief second, she tasted something bitter that made her tongue recoil a little, but in an instant, the sweetness returned, and Itsuki gave a pleased hum.
Really, what was the point of tea to sweeten his morning when this was so much better?
Subject: Mikuru Asahina. (+ Itsuki, romantic.)
Table: C. [ prompt table]
Prompt: 14) Sweeten.
They had a routine that they followed, even on those mornings when Mikuru woke up in Itsuki's bed, half-dressed and tousled; when neither of them could quite remember how or why she had gotten there, but they didn't particularly care either. Itsuki would lean over and kiss her sleepily, mumbling a good morning before he shuffled off to the bathroom and Mikuru tumbled out of bed to find the rest of her clothes.
They'd find one another again in the kitchen, where Mikuru would be making tea and Itsuki would simply sit and wait patiently, his smile already slipping on for the day. She knew just how he liked his tea in the mornings, and just how he did in the afternoons when she visited.
It was interesting, Itsuki mused, the aspects in which they were different and similar in. This was one where they paralleled, which he didn't find often occurred between himself and her.
Mikuru always had sugar in her morning tea. Itsuki's was always, always bitter.
Strangely enough, it reversed in the afternoon -- Itsuki would heap sugar into his cup, and Mikuru would cringe a little at the bitterness of her own drink. But they never argued about it; they'd had a conversation about it once, in the quiet, sleepy atmosphere of their morning, and both accepted and understood each other's reasons. Even outside of Haruhi's watch, they'd found a while ago that they got along quite well, agreeably and gently.
One morning, when Mikuru had finished spooning sweetener into her steaming cup (neither of them cared much for their own health or such, it was simply that Itsuki had run out of sugar), she sat down across from Itsuki and gave him a little, slightly shy smile. Itsuki had spent a good minute sitting there, watching her with a blank, unreadable expression while she sipped at her tea. When she put her teacup down, she gave Itsuki a quizzical look, and she was surprised to see his eyes soften with the most genuine smile she had seen him yet give.
He leaned across the table and covered her slightly open mouth with his.
They pulled away from the kiss mutually, calmly, and sat back down with no questions asked. Mikuru ducked her head, her face glowing red from under her hair, and gave a tiny squeak. Itsuki found it a bit endearing, and he couldn't help but look a little smug.
She tasted sweet, he told her. She tripped and stumbled out of the room, leaving her half-finished tea and mumbling something about getting ready for school before they were late because she didn't want Haruhi to be mad at them. He heard her getting changed in the bedroom later, scolding herself and muttering about how she wasn't allowed to get attached, relationships weren't allowed while she was in this timeplane, get a grip, girl.
He chuckled, and he heard her yelp on the other side of the door.
She tasted sweet, and he had to say that he didn't mind it one bit. Maybe he liked it.
A few days later, they awoke to the same scenario; Mikuru wrapped in sheets, Itsuki holding the bundle in his arms drowsily. He ran his fingers through her hair, kissing the tips, and left the room. It took Mikuru five minutes of sitting in awkward, embarrassed silence to realise that he'd broken his routine and gone straight to the kitchen.
She followed him out curiously, wearing only an old t-shirt that went to her knees -- he'd found it some time ago for her to sleep in when she stayed the night without having planned it. She tip-toed down the hall and peered around the corner, hugging herself to the wall in the hope that he wouldn't notice her watching.
"Good morning. Did you sleep well enough?"
Mikuru jumped and squeaked, falling away from the wall. "I-Itsu -- K-Koizumi-kun! Um, good morning! Y-yes, I --" She paused and blinked, going slightly wide-eyed at the scene before her.
Itsuki smiled, the morning light catching his face and making his expression look so much more real that Mikuru went breathless for a brief moment. He offered her the cup of tea he had just finished brewing, and she reached out to take it speechlessly.
"I... Thank you, Koizumi-kun..." She looked up at him, trying to read him, but his eyes took everything in and gave nothing away. Shyly, she brought the cup to her lips and took a sip, her senses instantly recognising and taking in the sweetness of the drink.
"It was nothing. What good would a bitter morning be?"
He kissed her, and for a very brief second, she tasted something bitter that made her tongue recoil a little, but in an instant, the sweetness returned, and Itsuki gave a pleased hum.
Really, what was the point of tea to sweeten his morning when this was so much better?