I have lately discovered a passion for writing three-sentenced drabbles. It's fun and pretty challenging, to be honest.
Sanetoshi/Momoka under the cut, I guess.
When Himari’s hand catches his sleeve, Sanetoshi is prepared to give her a kind, reassuring smile. But purple eyes glare at him, and his breath catches.
“Listen to me, lowlife who won’t amount to anything-“
“Your hair seems tasty. You look like cotton candy,” she says, and Sanetoshi can see past the long hair and ridiculous hat. He gives her a fleeting smile, leaning in. “You can have a taste if--,” but her lips have already caught his.
Sometimes, he wonders how a thirteen year-old could catch his heart and trap it in her tiny fist. The young man knows that almost everywhere in the world what he is doing is… unnatural. But at least Nabokov understands him.
Momoka is a troublesome, bubbly child. The girl shares smiles with everyone that crosses her path, but it seems that her personality shifts drastically when dealing with him. But it’s alright; Sanetoshi likes her more that way (because it makes him feel something).