therefore
Title: Therefore
Author: ieatchu / shikanashi_kk
Rating: PG
Word Count: 612
Pairing: ShishiTori
for the 30_fluffs comm.
Theme: #15, date; a meeting
Challenge: Time
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis and all of its characters do not belong to me.
Summary: In which Shishido hates the world (no, just the other regulars, really) and forgets to breathe every time Choutarou smiles.
t h e r e f o r e
Around 2 PM, Shishido thought sarcastically to himself that his idea of a first date did not include stepping on dog poop. It also did not include the other Hyotei regulars, because it was a date, and dates were only supposed to include two people, unless it was a group date, which it was not, and group dates held an even number of people, and having Oshitari, Gakuto, and Jiroh around with him and Choutarou meant that the number of people was not even, therefore it could not be a group date.
Therefore, today was not the day that he and Choutarou would be enjoying their first date, because even though they had decided that today would be a date just yesterday, having Oshitari, Gakuto, and Jiroh around meant that today was not a date.
Therefore, Shishido didn't have to stay awake at night, drawing blueprints for his master plan to make sure that Oshitari, Gakuto, and Jiroh received their just and divine punishment for ruining their date, because today was not a date.
And Choutarou was looking down and distressed and disturbed and whatever synonym for those words that starts with the letter d, and Choutarou was not supposed to look down and distressed and disturbed and whatever synonym for those words that starts with the letter d, because dates were supposed to be fun.
Therefore, if Choutarou was not having fun, then it was not a date.
Not anymore at least.
So there.
He pointed that out to Choutarou when he walked his kohai home after three grueling hours spent listening to Gakuto's endless chatter, ignoring Oshitari's knowing smirk, and hearing Jiroh's snores.
"Today was not a date, you hear that, Choutarou?"
Choutarou blinked at him, eyebrows knitted together in confusion, "But I thought..."
"I thought so too, but today was not a date. It can't be a date, so it's not," Shishido replied, nodding to himself. "I'll take you out on a real one soon, alright?"
And Choutarou chuckled, and Shishido's heart skipped one, two beats, so he prided himself in being so awesome, but realized that it was exactly the same thing he had said last week when they went out to watch a movie but ended up being dragged towards some street courts after bumping into those guys from Seigaku.
Today was a Wednesday. That whole fiasco last week happened on a Wednesday. So Shishido frowned, and grumbled, and crossed his arms, "I'll take you out on Tuesday," he finished, as if that would fix everything.
With all the weird stuff that's been happening around them whenever they got together to spend some, well, 'together' time, it just might be the thing to fix everything.
Maybe not.
And Choutarou was laughing now, leaning forward to hold himself against his sempai because his knees were starting to get weak, and when his sempai spluttered and held him by the shoulders, Choutarou leaned in closer, before tilting his head up to steal a small peck from his sempai's lips.
Then Shishido was spluttering even more and he was blushing furiously, except his sempai said that he did not blush because blushing was lame, but the red on his cheeks definitely looked like a blush. Flustered but half-hearted grumbles of don't do that and we're in public reached Choutarou's ears and was forgotten as easily as he stopped feeling down and distressed and disturbed and whatever synonym for those words that starts with the letter d with just that little kiss.
"Will Tuesday be a real date then, Shishido-san?" he asked, smiling just a little bit shyly, and Shishido stopped rambling and forgot to breathe altogether.
"Of course," he replied, sure of himself.
Nothing ever goes wrong on Tuesdays.
e n d
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Author: ieatchu / shikanashi_kk
Rating: PG
Word Count: 612
Pairing: ShishiTori
for the 30_fluffs comm.
Theme: #15, date; a meeting
Challenge: Time
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis and all of its characters do not belong to me.
Summary: In which Shishido hates the world (no, just the other regulars, really) and forgets to breathe every time Choutarou smiles.
t h e r e f o r e
Around 2 PM, Shishido thought sarcastically to himself that his idea of a first date did not include stepping on dog poop. It also did not include the other Hyotei regulars, because it was a date, and dates were only supposed to include two people, unless it was a group date, which it was not, and group dates held an even number of people, and having Oshitari, Gakuto, and Jiroh around with him and Choutarou meant that the number of people was not even, therefore it could not be a group date.
Therefore, today was not the day that he and Choutarou would be enjoying their first date, because even though they had decided that today would be a date just yesterday, having Oshitari, Gakuto, and Jiroh around meant that today was not a date.
Therefore, Shishido didn't have to stay awake at night, drawing blueprints for his master plan to make sure that Oshitari, Gakuto, and Jiroh received their just and divine punishment for ruining their date, because today was not a date.
And Choutarou was looking down and distressed and disturbed and whatever synonym for those words that starts with the letter d, and Choutarou was not supposed to look down and distressed and disturbed and whatever synonym for those words that starts with the letter d, because dates were supposed to be fun.
Therefore, if Choutarou was not having fun, then it was not a date.
Not anymore at least.
So there.
He pointed that out to Choutarou when he walked his kohai home after three grueling hours spent listening to Gakuto's endless chatter, ignoring Oshitari's knowing smirk, and hearing Jiroh's snores.
"Today was not a date, you hear that, Choutarou?"
Choutarou blinked at him, eyebrows knitted together in confusion, "But I thought..."
"I thought so too, but today was not a date. It can't be a date, so it's not," Shishido replied, nodding to himself. "I'll take you out on a real one soon, alright?"
And Choutarou chuckled, and Shishido's heart skipped one, two beats, so he prided himself in being so awesome, but realized that it was exactly the same thing he had said last week when they went out to watch a movie but ended up being dragged towards some street courts after bumping into those guys from Seigaku.
Today was a Wednesday. That whole fiasco last week happened on a Wednesday. So Shishido frowned, and grumbled, and crossed his arms, "I'll take you out on Tuesday," he finished, as if that would fix everything.
With all the weird stuff that's been happening around them whenever they got together to spend some, well, 'together' time, it just might be the thing to fix everything.
Maybe not.
And Choutarou was laughing now, leaning forward to hold himself against his sempai because his knees were starting to get weak, and when his sempai spluttered and held him by the shoulders, Choutarou leaned in closer, before tilting his head up to steal a small peck from his sempai's lips.
Then Shishido was spluttering even more and he was blushing furiously, except his sempai said that he did not blush because blushing was lame, but the red on his cheeks definitely looked like a blush. Flustered but half-hearted grumbles of don't do that and we're in public reached Choutarou's ears and was forgotten as easily as he stopped feeling down and distressed and disturbed and whatever synonym for those words that starts with the letter d with just that little kiss.
"Will Tuesday be a real date then, Shishido-san?" he asked, smiling just a little bit shyly, and Shishido stopped rambling and forgot to breathe altogether.
"Of course," he replied, sure of himself.
Nothing ever goes wrong on Tuesdays.
e n d
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