[Drabble] Awkward Situations
Awkward Situations
Juniors - Sanada/Yasui (mention of Nozawa and Keito)
421 words, PG, [possibly Striketeam] AU
In which Sanada is not quite the agent partner Yasui wants him to be. (Written for the prompt 'Uncomfortable')
This is not my Yara fic or my Ebi fic or any sort of celebratory fic at all. x: Hopefully those will appear soon enough.
Getting stuck in an air duct was hardly Yasui’s idea of a fun day.
“I thought you said you’d checked the stupid blueprints,” he hissed at Sanada, who shrugged helplessly in reply.
But the vent that they were supposed to infiltrate through was not where it was said to have been and now, with heat slowly flowing through the duct, things were starting to get painful.
“I knew I should have picked Nozawa,” Yasui cursed under his breath, watching as Sanada slowly tried to scoot his way backwards the way they’d come. Sanada was a good agent, but didn’t have the tactical, analytical side that Yasui had come to expect from working with Okamoto for so long. “Where are you going?”
“Maybe we can find another vent to get down through?” Sanada frowned, scooting back closer so as not to be heard. The last thing they needed is for the base to know they were there. Yasui found no appeal in the idea of getting turned into swiss cheese while in stuck in a two-by-two metallic coffin that was currently roasting them both alive. They weren’t supposed to have been in here for so long, it was no good.
“Give away our presence and possibly walk into a bullet fest?” Yasui couldn’t reign in his exasperation, rubbing his eyes and trying not to go off on Sanada, but then Sanada caught his hand, pulling it down so their eyes could meet.
“Look,” Sanada said, eyes suddenly eerily crystal clear as he stared at Yasui. “There are only so many options. We can try and complete this mission, leave and miss our chance, or we can die in this air duct. You’re the senior agent, you choose. I’d rather chance it. But if you’d rather die up here…” And then suddenly the piercing look was gone, replaced by a playful quirk of Sanada’s lips, “I’d kinda like to actually kiss you. You’re cute.”
Yasui snatched his hand back before yanking his gun out. “I swear, if I didn’t tell Nozawa I’d bring you back in one piece, I would shoot you now.” It was uncomfortably hot, by now, and that was why Yasui’s cheeks were so warm (or so he told himself.)
“Then let’s go,” Sanada said, still smiling, even as he began to slide back down the duct again. “You know, you’re really cute when you’re angry.”
Yasui figured they might as well try their chances. If they didn’t die in the process, he could always kill Sanada back at base.
Juniors - Sanada/Yasui (mention of Nozawa and Keito)
421 words, PG, [possibly Striketeam] AU
In which Sanada is not quite the agent partner Yasui wants him to be. (Written for the prompt 'Uncomfortable')
This is not my Yara fic or my Ebi fic or any sort of celebratory fic at all. x: Hopefully those will appear soon enough.
Getting stuck in an air duct was hardly Yasui’s idea of a fun day.
“I thought you said you’d checked the stupid blueprints,” he hissed at Sanada, who shrugged helplessly in reply.
But the vent that they were supposed to infiltrate through was not where it was said to have been and now, with heat slowly flowing through the duct, things were starting to get painful.
“I knew I should have picked Nozawa,” Yasui cursed under his breath, watching as Sanada slowly tried to scoot his way backwards the way they’d come. Sanada was a good agent, but didn’t have the tactical, analytical side that Yasui had come to expect from working with Okamoto for so long. “Where are you going?”
“Maybe we can find another vent to get down through?” Sanada frowned, scooting back closer so as not to be heard. The last thing they needed is for the base to know they were there. Yasui found no appeal in the idea of getting turned into swiss cheese while in stuck in a two-by-two metallic coffin that was currently roasting them both alive. They weren’t supposed to have been in here for so long, it was no good.
“Give away our presence and possibly walk into a bullet fest?” Yasui couldn’t reign in his exasperation, rubbing his eyes and trying not to go off on Sanada, but then Sanada caught his hand, pulling it down so their eyes could meet.
“Look,” Sanada said, eyes suddenly eerily crystal clear as he stared at Yasui. “There are only so many options. We can try and complete this mission, leave and miss our chance, or we can die in this air duct. You’re the senior agent, you choose. I’d rather chance it. But if you’d rather die up here…” And then suddenly the piercing look was gone, replaced by a playful quirk of Sanada’s lips, “I’d kinda like to actually kiss you. You’re cute.”
Yasui snatched his hand back before yanking his gun out. “I swear, if I didn’t tell Nozawa I’d bring you back in one piece, I would shoot you now.” It was uncomfortably hot, by now, and that was why Yasui’s cheeks were so warm (or so he told himself.)
“Then let’s go,” Sanada said, still smiling, even as he began to slide back down the duct again. “You know, you’re really cute when you’re angry.”
Yasui figured they might as well try their chances. If they didn’t die in the process, he could always kill Sanada back at base.