[FIC] AoixRyoma, 416 words
For rancidmelody. ♥ I'm actually happy with this one. Go figure. :D
Aoi/Ryoma, G, 416 words. Prompt: naptime. Slight AU; series of snapshots as part of a larger idea.
Whenever Ryoma tries to sleep during free time, he can't.
*
"You're too loud," he says, but Aoi doesn't blush and shut up like that girl with the long braids he met on the train once did.
"I'm sorry!" he responds instead, too brightly, and he holds up a bright red lollipop. "I'm really happy I got cherry! What's your favourite flavour?"
"I don't have one," mutters Ryoma, somewhat reluctantly, but he can't complain when Aoi jumps up and points out to the teacher that she missed someone, and seconds later Ryoma's staring down at the purple lollipop clutched in his hand.
"I think you'd like grape," says Aoi, cheerful as ever. He sticks his tongue out and gives the lollipop a long, slurpy lick. Ryoma thinks of a puppy.
He eyes his own lollipop and hesitates before shoving it in his mouth. He decides he does like grape after all.
*
During naptime, nobody's allowed to talk, but some do it anyway.
*
"It's just sugar and nice things..." mumbles Aoi in his sleep.
Ryoma cracks open an eye to stare at him. Maybe he should have chosen to sleep by the wall near that older boy whose nose makes funny noises.
"Look, I can do a serve! A real serve!" Aoi reaches out and suddenly smacks Ryoma in the face, before rolling over and snoring.
Ryoma wonders if Aoi plays tennis. It would be neat to play a game with him someday, when he is strong enough to lift a racket with one hand and swing properly.
His left cheek starts to turn red.
*
With age comes great wisdom, they say.
Ryoma figures Aoi just feels guilty about hitting him all those years ago.
*
"Echizen!"
Ryoma slumps down further against the tree. There are cheers in the distance. Looks like they've won.
You still have lots to work on, Seigaku, he thinks.
"Echizen! We won! We're going to Sae-chan's to celebrate! What are you doing?"
Ryoma sighs and pulls up his cap, but his vision is obscured by Aoi's stupidly happy grin.
"Trying to sleep," he says pointedly, closing his eyes again. He doesn't really expect Aoi to get the idea. He never has, not since daycare, after all.
"Ahhh."
Ryoma hears only silence after that, but he feels a strange warmth beside him. He opens his eyes.
Aoi's head has fallen on Ryoma's shoulder. His eyes are closed and except for the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, he's completely still.
For once.
Ryoma tugs his cap over his face to hide his smile before he falls asleep. They can celebrate later.
Aoi/Ryoma, G, 416 words. Prompt: naptime. Slight AU; series of snapshots as part of a larger idea.
Whenever Ryoma tries to sleep during free time, he can't.
*
"You're too loud," he says, but Aoi doesn't blush and shut up like that girl with the long braids he met on the train once did.
"I'm sorry!" he responds instead, too brightly, and he holds up a bright red lollipop. "I'm really happy I got cherry! What's your favourite flavour?"
"I don't have one," mutters Ryoma, somewhat reluctantly, but he can't complain when Aoi jumps up and points out to the teacher that she missed someone, and seconds later Ryoma's staring down at the purple lollipop clutched in his hand.
"I think you'd like grape," says Aoi, cheerful as ever. He sticks his tongue out and gives the lollipop a long, slurpy lick. Ryoma thinks of a puppy.
He eyes his own lollipop and hesitates before shoving it in his mouth. He decides he does like grape after all.
*
During naptime, nobody's allowed to talk, but some do it anyway.
*
"It's just sugar and nice things..." mumbles Aoi in his sleep.
Ryoma cracks open an eye to stare at him. Maybe he should have chosen to sleep by the wall near that older boy whose nose makes funny noises.
"Look, I can do a serve! A real serve!" Aoi reaches out and suddenly smacks Ryoma in the face, before rolling over and snoring.
Ryoma wonders if Aoi plays tennis. It would be neat to play a game with him someday, when he is strong enough to lift a racket with one hand and swing properly.
His left cheek starts to turn red.
*
With age comes great wisdom, they say.
Ryoma figures Aoi just feels guilty about hitting him all those years ago.
*
"Echizen!"
Ryoma slumps down further against the tree. There are cheers in the distance. Looks like they've won.
You still have lots to work on, Seigaku, he thinks.
"Echizen! We won! We're going to Sae-chan's to celebrate! What are you doing?"
Ryoma sighs and pulls up his cap, but his vision is obscured by Aoi's stupidly happy grin.
"Trying to sleep," he says pointedly, closing his eyes again. He doesn't really expect Aoi to get the idea. He never has, not since daycare, after all.
"Ahhh."
Ryoma hears only silence after that, but he feels a strange warmth beside him. He opens his eyes.
Aoi's head has fallen on Ryoma's shoulder. His eyes are closed and except for the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, he's completely still.
For once.
Ryoma tugs his cap over his face to hide his smile before he falls asleep. They can celebrate later.