Craving (HanaKimi, 30Kisses)
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Title: Craving
Author: Faewend
Fandom: Hanazakari no Kimitachi e (HanaKimi)
Pairing: Izumi Sano x Mizuki Ashiya
Theme: #1, Look Over Here
AN: Only a few days late. Never happened in the manga. And yes, I’m stretching plausibility here a bit. Go with me, people. Just imagine half-naked Izumi. Now think “Plausible, what? MostlynakedSano. Mmmmm.” See, I knew you could do it! Credit for the ‘It should be illegal to be that sexy.’ line goes to Svetlana Chmakova in Dramacon, since it bears a close (but completely unintentional and only noticed after several read-throughs) resemblance to Ms. Chmakova’s “It’s GOT to be illegal somewhere to be that hot.”
Disclaimer: All characters are property of Hisaya Nakajo and Viz. Oh, and I completely borrowed the “super god of sexiness” phrase from the scanlation I have of Vol. 10. Cause it totally works better than Viz’s lame “total sex machine.” Uh-huh, Viz. YOU LOSE.
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Mizuki was stretched out on her bunk with the curtains partially closed, reading while she waited on Sano to finish his shower when door to the bathroom clicked open. Little wisps of steam made their way into the room, and she looked up from her book to see Sano standing in front of their bunk wearing only a pair of sweatpants that rode low on his hips and a towel around his neck.
Needless to say, Mizuki was definitely not expecting that.
Sure, she’d told him she’d be a little late since Umeda wanted to talk to her about something. She’d made her detour by there after stopping and checking in with Sano towards the end of practice. Unfortunately, Umeda hadn’t been in-judging from the disarray in his office, he’d left in a hurry, running from either Io or Akiha, she suspected.
‘He must not have thought I’d be back this soon. Or he just forgot to bring a shirt in with him. But he usually doesn’t do that. And he could have had me hand him one through the door if he’d forgotten. Maybe he didn’t hear me call out to him when I came in.’
Mizuki’s thoughts chased rapidly through her mind as she froze in place, half of her hoping he’d notice her presence and put some clothes on and the other half thinking he’s doing very well without so much clothes thankyouverymuch. She knew she was blushing madly. She strongly hoped that she was not drooling. She also desperately hoped she didn’t do something completely stupid like tackle him to the floor and start kissing him.
Obviously, he-by some freak accident-hadn’t seen her lying there. Obviously, because he hadn’t gone diving for a shirt yet. She knew she should speak up and let him know she was in the room, but her vocal cords felt almost paralyzed. She felt like a voyeur, watching Sano through the gap in the curtains on her bunk as he finished toweling his hair dry, but she still couldn’t say anything that might shatter the moment.
‘Oh God. It should be illegal to be that sexy,’ Mizuki thought hazily while she admired the way the muscles in his torso rippled as his arms stretched over his head. No bulging bodybuilder muscles for Sano, just a smooth expanse of skin over a well-toned, athletic body. The damp and tousled hair, his dark, long-lashed eyes, all that yummy smooth chest, the lean strength of his arms-all of it added up to make one fantastic looking guy.
‘It’s just not fair! Why does he have to be so gorgeous?’
It was just that most of the time she could forget she was living in the same room as this unbearably sexy guy. Even half-dressed, most of the time he was just Sano-her best friend, the guy she saw every day, the one who teased her about her funny hair or how she ate or her crappy Japanese grades.
Every so often she’d see him like this, though-supermodel Sano, someone regularly hit on by completely unknown females in public, the one who practically steamed up Akiha’s camera lens, the guy Nanba claimed to be the “super god of sexiness.”
Suddenly she almost desperately wanted him to look at her, to see her as female, to realize how madly in love with him she was, to kiss her and return all of the need she had for him.
Surely she wasn’t the only one craving around here?
Title: Craving
Author: Faewend
Fandom: Hanazakari no Kimitachi e (HanaKimi)
Pairing: Izumi Sano x Mizuki Ashiya
Theme: #1, Look Over Here
AN: Only a few days late. Never happened in the manga. And yes, I’m stretching plausibility here a bit. Go with me, people. Just imagine half-naked Izumi. Now think “Plausible, what? MostlynakedSano. Mmmmm.” See, I knew you could do it! Credit for the ‘It should be illegal to be that sexy.’ line goes to Svetlana Chmakova in Dramacon, since it bears a close (but completely unintentional and only noticed after several read-throughs) resemblance to Ms. Chmakova’s “It’s GOT to be illegal somewhere to be that hot.”
Disclaimer: All characters are property of Hisaya Nakajo and Viz. Oh, and I completely borrowed the “super god of sexiness” phrase from the scanlation I have of Vol. 10. Cause it totally works better than Viz’s lame “total sex machine.” Uh-huh, Viz. YOU LOSE.
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Mizuki was stretched out on her bunk with the curtains partially closed, reading while she waited on Sano to finish his shower when door to the bathroom clicked open. Little wisps of steam made their way into the room, and she looked up from her book to see Sano standing in front of their bunk wearing only a pair of sweatpants that rode low on his hips and a towel around his neck.
Needless to say, Mizuki was definitely not expecting that.
Sure, she’d told him she’d be a little late since Umeda wanted to talk to her about something. She’d made her detour by there after stopping and checking in with Sano towards the end of practice. Unfortunately, Umeda hadn’t been in-judging from the disarray in his office, he’d left in a hurry, running from either Io or Akiha, she suspected.
‘He must not have thought I’d be back this soon. Or he just forgot to bring a shirt in with him. But he usually doesn’t do that. And he could have had me hand him one through the door if he’d forgotten. Maybe he didn’t hear me call out to him when I came in.’
Mizuki’s thoughts chased rapidly through her mind as she froze in place, half of her hoping he’d notice her presence and put some clothes on and the other half thinking he’s doing very well without so much clothes thankyouverymuch. She knew she was blushing madly. She strongly hoped that she was not drooling. She also desperately hoped she didn’t do something completely stupid like tackle him to the floor and start kissing him.
Obviously, he-by some freak accident-hadn’t seen her lying there. Obviously, because he hadn’t gone diving for a shirt yet. She knew she should speak up and let him know she was in the room, but her vocal cords felt almost paralyzed. She felt like a voyeur, watching Sano through the gap in the curtains on her bunk as he finished toweling his hair dry, but she still couldn’t say anything that might shatter the moment.
‘Oh God. It should be illegal to be that sexy,’ Mizuki thought hazily while she admired the way the muscles in his torso rippled as his arms stretched over his head. No bulging bodybuilder muscles for Sano, just a smooth expanse of skin over a well-toned, athletic body. The damp and tousled hair, his dark, long-lashed eyes, all that yummy smooth chest, the lean strength of his arms-all of it added up to make one fantastic looking guy.
‘It’s just not fair! Why does he have to be so gorgeous?’
It was just that most of the time she could forget she was living in the same room as this unbearably sexy guy. Even half-dressed, most of the time he was just Sano-her best friend, the guy she saw every day, the one who teased her about her funny hair or how she ate or her crappy Japanese grades.
Every so often she’d see him like this, though-supermodel Sano, someone regularly hit on by completely unknown females in public, the one who practically steamed up Akiha’s camera lens, the guy Nanba claimed to be the “super god of sexiness.”
Suddenly she almost desperately wanted him to look at her, to see her as female, to realize how madly in love with him she was, to kiss her and return all of the need she had for him.
Surely she wasn’t the only one craving around here?