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This was for iron_tennis but since there were only two of us who submitted a fic, I get to post this early (kind of useless to have a contest with only two, ne? ^_~)
Title: Can't Be Helped
Author: Cael
Rating: G
Genre: general
Pairing/Characters: Momo, Ryoma
Short Summary/Comments: Momo stays after to study.
Momo leaned up against the cool wall beside the library, arms crossed over his chest. His eyes were nearly closed and the last streaks of red wavering in the sky from the sunset caused shadows to play over him and around him, casting a warm glow over the world. From behind long lashes he watched a tiny bug creep cautiously up the windowsill opposite him. It was quiet, peaceful in the school now that most students were gone for the evening.
Beside him the door leading to the library opened with a gentle creak and he grinned.
Ryoma blinked up at him, the brief shock of surprise sliding quickly away to be replaced with a look that was almost a scowl.
"What are you doing here? Your classes got out hours ago," he grumbled as he shifted the pile of books in his arms to a more comfortable position.
Momo snatched the books away from the younger boy, carrying them easily and earning himself a soft growl. He beamed and began walking towards the first year classrooms while Ryoma scampered to keep up.
"I had some free time and thought I'd catch up on my studying," Momo said, tipping his head towards the bag hanging from one shoulder.
Ryoma narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Really?"
"Yeah, if my grades get too low my parents give me a lecture and threaten to keep me from playing tennis," Momo replied breezily. What he didn't say was that the other student he'd had tutor him in math had left for a prior engagement nearly an hour before. Omissions didn't really count as lying.
"Hmm?" Ryoma drawled knowingly, a small smirk on his lips although the older boy couldn't see it.
Momo flushed a light red. "Sometimes it can't be helped."
"Sometimes many things can't be helped," Ryoma murmured under his breath. His eyes flicked to Momo's back, watching the muscles move sinuously beneath the white shirt of their school uniform before shifting back to the ground and affecting his usual indifferent expression.
"Eh?"
"Never mind."
And this is was totally written at the last moment so I cannot vouch for its quality XD
Title: Can't Be Helped
Author: Cael
Rating: G
Genre: general
Pairing/Characters: Momo, Ryoma
Short Summary/Comments: Momo stays after to study.
Momo leaned up against the cool wall beside the library, arms crossed over his chest. His eyes were nearly closed and the last streaks of red wavering in the sky from the sunset caused shadows to play over him and around him, casting a warm glow over the world. From behind long lashes he watched a tiny bug creep cautiously up the windowsill opposite him. It was quiet, peaceful in the school now that most students were gone for the evening.
Beside him the door leading to the library opened with a gentle creak and he grinned.
Ryoma blinked up at him, the brief shock of surprise sliding quickly away to be replaced with a look that was almost a scowl.
"What are you doing here? Your classes got out hours ago," he grumbled as he shifted the pile of books in his arms to a more comfortable position.
Momo snatched the books away from the younger boy, carrying them easily and earning himself a soft growl. He beamed and began walking towards the first year classrooms while Ryoma scampered to keep up.
"I had some free time and thought I'd catch up on my studying," Momo said, tipping his head towards the bag hanging from one shoulder.
Ryoma narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Really?"
"Yeah, if my grades get too low my parents give me a lecture and threaten to keep me from playing tennis," Momo replied breezily. What he didn't say was that the other student he'd had tutor him in math had left for a prior engagement nearly an hour before. Omissions didn't really count as lying.
"Hmm?" Ryoma drawled knowingly, a small smirk on his lips although the older boy couldn't see it.
Momo flushed a light red. "Sometimes it can't be helped."
"Sometimes many things can't be helped," Ryoma murmured under his breath. His eyes flicked to Momo's back, watching the muscles move sinuously beneath the white shirt of their school uniform before shifting back to the ground and affecting his usual indifferent expression.
"Eh?"
"Never mind."
And this is was totally written at the last moment so I cannot vouch for its quality XD