7_crossovers: Momiji x Mori [theme 2]
Title: He loves me for Me
Authoress: never_chan
Fandom: ((Anime Crossovers)) Fruits Basket x Ouran Host Club
Ship: Momiji Sohma/Takashi 'Mori' Morinozuka
Rating: G
Theme: #02 - Clothing Malfunction 7_crossovers
Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket or Ouran high school host club.
Summary: Momiji Sohma was a strange boy.
[See the rest of the challenges here]
Momiji Sohma was a strange boy.
There was no question about it, when asked by those he knew they found they couldn’t argue with the fact; no matter how much they loved the cursed rabbit.
Heck, even Momiji himself couldn’t deny the oddity that completed his life.
I mean, he was a 16 year old boy with dark family secret. (Or at least that’s how some people looked at it; Momiji didn’t mind much however, besides what could he honestly do to change it?)
But that aside, that’s not why Momiji was a black sheep among his peers - no matter how much he tried to fit in.
Rather it had to do something with the fact, that he being a boy just simply loved to wear girls clothes.
(In result) sometimes Momiji was asked to go shopping with someone, they always tried to steer him towards the more masculine clothes, tsking at his school uniform set for girls.
He only agreed because he wanted them to be happy, but still even as he pulled the pair of male jeans over his slender hips he couldn’t help but make a face.
People believed it was because he was uncomfortable with his body - still stuck in an adolescent stage, despite his age. After all compared to his cousins, Momiji was short and small.
Nothing like the other Sohma’s he knew. At least, nothing like the other Sohma boys he knew.
Momiji came to accept the fact that it might always be like this, especially after a recent physical with Hatori who didn’t seem to have promising news when he was reading his chart. But Momiji didn’t mind much, he liked being him.
Besides, Momiji always told people that he got his looks from his mother. Her with her beautiful blonde hair and German blood, it was something the bunny was very proud of, even though his beloved mother didn’t remember him. But looking in the mirror every day he knew that he was her son. (And that’s all that mattered isn’t it?)
But still people pitied him, behind his back or to his face; thinking that he didn’t enjoy the life that had been given to him, simply because he didn’t have a body to match the rest of his family.
Momiji wished he could tell them otherwise, but it just got too tiresome sometimes, so he left it alone
That is until Momiji met someone who didn’t care. Who liked the blonde halfling, for being him - pink skirts, white lace and all.
That someone was Takashi Morinozuka. A person who Momiji loved very much, not because he was tall, or strong, or incredibly handsome - but because he saw Momiji for what he really was;
Strange yes, but much more than that - an actual person perhaps, whatever the reason, Momiji just knew he could get away with wearing a pink dress for their date and still be loved.
And that is what truly mattered; at least Momiji thought so.
(Fin)
Authoress: never_chan
Fandom: ((Anime Crossovers)) Fruits Basket x Ouran Host Club
Ship: Momiji Sohma/Takashi 'Mori' Morinozuka
Rating: G
Theme: #02 - Clothing Malfunction 7_crossovers
Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket or Ouran high school host club.
Summary: Momiji Sohma was a strange boy.
[See the rest of the challenges here]
Momiji Sohma was a strange boy.
There was no question about it, when asked by those he knew they found they couldn’t argue with the fact; no matter how much they loved the cursed rabbit.
Heck, even Momiji himself couldn’t deny the oddity that completed his life.
I mean, he was a 16 year old boy with dark family secret. (Or at least that’s how some people looked at it; Momiji didn’t mind much however, besides what could he honestly do to change it?)
But that aside, that’s not why Momiji was a black sheep among his peers - no matter how much he tried to fit in.
Rather it had to do something with the fact, that he being a boy just simply loved to wear girls clothes.
(In result) sometimes Momiji was asked to go shopping with someone, they always tried to steer him towards the more masculine clothes, tsking at his school uniform set for girls.
He only agreed because he wanted them to be happy, but still even as he pulled the pair of male jeans over his slender hips he couldn’t help but make a face.
People believed it was because he was uncomfortable with his body - still stuck in an adolescent stage, despite his age. After all compared to his cousins, Momiji was short and small.
Nothing like the other Sohma’s he knew. At least, nothing like the other Sohma boys he knew.
Momiji came to accept the fact that it might always be like this, especially after a recent physical with Hatori who didn’t seem to have promising news when he was reading his chart. But Momiji didn’t mind much, he liked being him.
Besides, Momiji always told people that he got his looks from his mother. Her with her beautiful blonde hair and German blood, it was something the bunny was very proud of, even though his beloved mother didn’t remember him. But looking in the mirror every day he knew that he was her son. (And that’s all that mattered isn’t it?)
But still people pitied him, behind his back or to his face; thinking that he didn’t enjoy the life that had been given to him, simply because he didn’t have a body to match the rest of his family.
Momiji wished he could tell them otherwise, but it just got too tiresome sometimes, so he left it alone
That is until Momiji met someone who didn’t care. Who liked the blonde halfling, for being him - pink skirts, white lace and all.
That someone was Takashi Morinozuka. A person who Momiji loved very much, not because he was tall, or strong, or incredibly handsome - but because he saw Momiji for what he really was;
Strange yes, but much more than that - an actual person perhaps, whatever the reason, Momiji just knew he could get away with wearing a pink dress for their date and still be loved.
And that is what truly mattered; at least Momiji thought so.
(Fin)