Advent Challenge: Day 1: KHR Set: I Pin-Fuuta
Day 1
Title: Mint Green Scarf
Fandom: KHR
Pairing: TYL Fuuta/I Pin -but somehow Lambo sneaked in there too-
Rating: PG
For the AdventChallenge
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Black knee-socks padded down the short steps from hallway to the alcove where shoes, jackets and school bags hung up. Behind her Lambo yawned sleepily, messy black hair in his face.
“You’re leaving already, Pin?” he mumbled, barely awake.
“Already?” the girl turned around, braids knocking back as she moved. Then the former assassin spotted the boy in his cow print pajamas. “You’re not even dressed! It’s eight o clock already…honestly” she admonished.
“I’ll get to school on my own time” the teenage boy said with another yawn before shuffling into the kitchen, almost bumping into Nana-san.
“Ah I Pin-chan before you go, please track Fuuta-kun down and give this to him.” the woman asked, holding out a long green-and-white scarf.
The girl tried not to let her disappointment show while accepting the scarf, “He already left for classes?”
Nana nodded with a smile, “Yes. That boy works so hard, but a little bit forgetful” she sighed. “Sometimes I wish Tsu-kun had taken his studies half as serious as Fuuta-kun does today.”
Folding the scarf into her red winter coat, I Pin finished fastening the last brass button before turning to leave.
“I’ll be back home after my shift at the ramen shop, Mama” I Pin said.
The older woman's face flushed, flattered that the adopted children still called her ‘mama’ even after all this time. In response, Nana waved goodbye, only to nearly be run over by Lambo.
“Lambo?” she questioned, “What about breakfast?”
“No time, have to get to I Pin first…I mean class!” the fifteen year old blurted out as he raced upstairs, followed by the door to his room slamming shut.
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Outside, I Pin kept a brisk walking pace. She knew what route Fuuta took, but wanted to reach him before the bus to his university pulled up.
Puffs of breath-smoke curled from pink lips before vanishing into an invisible vapor. Hands tucked into the pockets of her coat, the girl blushed as fingertips brushed on the scarf again.
She wouldn’t call it a crush per-say, but she was fond of Fuuta-kun. It seemed weird to admit it though, since he was a few years older than her and Lambo and acted as baby sitter when they were younger.
Still, he was handsome. Smart. And so sweet…much nicer than most boys I Pin came across. And he wasn’t girl-crazy like Lambo.
…okay, maybe it was a crush. Still, the girl took comfort in knowing that at this time her feelings didn’t trigger an explosion like it did when she fancied Hibari-san.
So lost in thought, or rather day dreaming; I Pin almost walked right past Fuuta.
Realizing her near mistake, the girl glanced up then turned right around before calling out to him.
“Fuuta-kun!”
A tall blond-haired young man glanced up from an open book on his lap. He watched as I Pin ran up. Smiling, Fuuta closed his book then stood up from the bench, “Good morning, sorry I wasn’t home when you woke up.”
“It’s fine. You’re busy and probably wanted to get to the university early to study.”
“Maybe” Fuuta said, not about to admit that sharing a room with Lambo made it difficult to study at home.
I Pin paused for want of something to say. Off the bat she was curious about a lot of things actually. Namely about university. What it was like? How hard would she have to study in order to get admitted into a good school? About the course load and what he would recommend she’d take.
Yet for all the head-knowledge and a wealth of questions, I Pin was stricken silent as the boy took her hands.
“Aren’t you cold?” he asked. Quite the opposite in fact, because when their hands touched I Pin felt her cheeks flush with heat.
“I must have forgotten my gloves…oh!”
Speaking of forgetful habits, I Pin removed her palms from his and pulled out the scarf.
“Mama said to give this to you.”
Fuuta chuckled, “This ratty old thing. I’m surprised it hasn’t unraveled yet, maybe I should get a new one.”
I Pin was quick to question, “Why? To be honest I think it’s cute…” the scarf dropped a little as the girl moved to cover her mouth, mortified that she had blurted that out.
Blond eyebrows rose up, “…what’s cute?” he asked.
Slowly, reluctantly I Pin pried the fingers off one by one, “…that you take such good care of your old scarf. It must mean a lot…for you to keep it for so long.”
Her face was positively burning up now, but there was little I Pin could do about it now. It was taking all her will power to stem the flow of verbal communication before she tripped into confessing something else.
Far from offended at being associated with something ‘cute’, Fuuta smiled, “Thank you then. It does mean a lot to me” he eased it out of I Pin’s hands and wound the length of cloth around his neck.
“I’ve had it with me since I first met Tsuna-nii, so it’s special. I feel like he’s become my brother over the years and most the Vongola family…are a lot like my own family too.”
I Pin was both touched and a bit disheartened. Family was easily the worse category to be put in by one’s crush. Well above the ‘friend’ title at the very least, because at least friends had a chance of being something more. However, I Pin didn't stand a chance if he viewed her as a sister.
“Are you okay?” Fuuta asked, leaning in close to get a better look at I Pin’s troubled expression.
“Hm? Yes…just a little chilly.” I Pin confessed, trying not to look at the statistician so he wouldn’t see how his sentimental meaning had harmed her.
Nevertheless, Fuuta unwound his scarf, giving enough length to wrap the other half around I Pin’s neck. The girl stiffened as the scarf coiled and connected them.
Internally, I Pin was at war. Her sensible side said it was stupid to get worked up over a simple gesture and show of concern, but it was nearly drowned out by mental exclamations of ‘oh god, oh god!’ and another bout of blushing.
“There, that’s better isn’t it” Fuuta offered. I Pin decided in that moment that his sincere and serene smiles were going to ruin her life. Or at least give her a very early death by heart attack, because the organ wouldn’t settle down for anything in the world.
“A little bit” she muttered, head ducked and still avoiding eye contact, “But how are we supposed to get to our schools like this?”
“Hmmm” Fuuta considered, “I guess I could walk with you to the high school. It’s not far and my bus won’t arrive for another half hour.”
I Pin tried to think of some way to stop this impending disaster, but again she was conflicted. On one hand, she could just see the rumors starting up if other girls saw her being escorted by an older boy. Not a good thing since she tried to keep a low social profile in order to study.
Then again, she didn’t care what other might say and wanted to spend more time with Fuuta. He was being so sweet offering to share the beloved scarf and go out of his way to walk with her.
However, the decision was made for her because seemingly out of no where, Lambo came up behind, tackled I Pin, took her hand, then took off running.
Before I Pin could blink the scarf fell off her shoulders, breaking her free of Fuuta’s side and leaving the extra length of cloth with him.
Lambo ran the distance from the bus stop to their campus, not letting go of I Pin until they were at the door.
“Whew, made it just in time” the boy had the nerve to grin cheekily at I Pin. As if he were an angel who had not just disrupted a ‘moment’ between a love-lorn girl and her unreachable crush.
I Pin scowled in response then in the next minute Lambo got a face full of leather school bag.
Meanwhile, Lambo sniffled and rubbed a sore spot from wear the bag buckle hit his face.
“I was trying to help you not be late for class, Pin!” he protested.
“Of course you were” I Pin returned sharply, after all she didn’t believe that Lambo only showed an interest in punctuality on today of all days.
Honestly, the Lightning guardian could be such a immature handful at times…
Title: Mint Green Scarf
Fandom: KHR
Pairing: TYL Fuuta/I Pin -but somehow Lambo sneaked in there too-
Rating: PG
For the AdventChallenge
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Black knee-socks padded down the short steps from hallway to the alcove where shoes, jackets and school bags hung up. Behind her Lambo yawned sleepily, messy black hair in his face.
“You’re leaving already, Pin?” he mumbled, barely awake.
“Already?” the girl turned around, braids knocking back as she moved. Then the former assassin spotted the boy in his cow print pajamas. “You’re not even dressed! It’s eight o clock already…honestly” she admonished.
“I’ll get to school on my own time” the teenage boy said with another yawn before shuffling into the kitchen, almost bumping into Nana-san.
“Ah I Pin-chan before you go, please track Fuuta-kun down and give this to him.” the woman asked, holding out a long green-and-white scarf.
The girl tried not to let her disappointment show while accepting the scarf, “He already left for classes?”
Nana nodded with a smile, “Yes. That boy works so hard, but a little bit forgetful” she sighed. “Sometimes I wish Tsu-kun had taken his studies half as serious as Fuuta-kun does today.”
Folding the scarf into her red winter coat, I Pin finished fastening the last brass button before turning to leave.
“I’ll be back home after my shift at the ramen shop, Mama” I Pin said.
The older woman's face flushed, flattered that the adopted children still called her ‘mama’ even after all this time. In response, Nana waved goodbye, only to nearly be run over by Lambo.
“Lambo?” she questioned, “What about breakfast?”
“No time, have to get to I Pin first…I mean class!” the fifteen year old blurted out as he raced upstairs, followed by the door to his room slamming shut.
-
Outside, I Pin kept a brisk walking pace. She knew what route Fuuta took, but wanted to reach him before the bus to his university pulled up.
Puffs of breath-smoke curled from pink lips before vanishing into an invisible vapor. Hands tucked into the pockets of her coat, the girl blushed as fingertips brushed on the scarf again.
She wouldn’t call it a crush per-say, but she was fond of Fuuta-kun. It seemed weird to admit it though, since he was a few years older than her and Lambo and acted as baby sitter when they were younger.
Still, he was handsome. Smart. And so sweet…much nicer than most boys I Pin came across. And he wasn’t girl-crazy like Lambo.
…okay, maybe it was a crush. Still, the girl took comfort in knowing that at this time her feelings didn’t trigger an explosion like it did when she fancied Hibari-san.
So lost in thought, or rather day dreaming; I Pin almost walked right past Fuuta.
Realizing her near mistake, the girl glanced up then turned right around before calling out to him.
“Fuuta-kun!”
A tall blond-haired young man glanced up from an open book on his lap. He watched as I Pin ran up. Smiling, Fuuta closed his book then stood up from the bench, “Good morning, sorry I wasn’t home when you woke up.”
“It’s fine. You’re busy and probably wanted to get to the university early to study.”
“Maybe” Fuuta said, not about to admit that sharing a room with Lambo made it difficult to study at home.
I Pin paused for want of something to say. Off the bat she was curious about a lot of things actually. Namely about university. What it was like? How hard would she have to study in order to get admitted into a good school? About the course load and what he would recommend she’d take.
Yet for all the head-knowledge and a wealth of questions, I Pin was stricken silent as the boy took her hands.
“Aren’t you cold?” he asked. Quite the opposite in fact, because when their hands touched I Pin felt her cheeks flush with heat.
“I must have forgotten my gloves…oh!”
Speaking of forgetful habits, I Pin removed her palms from his and pulled out the scarf.
“Mama said to give this to you.”
Fuuta chuckled, “This ratty old thing. I’m surprised it hasn’t unraveled yet, maybe I should get a new one.”
I Pin was quick to question, “Why? To be honest I think it’s cute…” the scarf dropped a little as the girl moved to cover her mouth, mortified that she had blurted that out.
Blond eyebrows rose up, “…what’s cute?” he asked.
Slowly, reluctantly I Pin pried the fingers off one by one, “…that you take such good care of your old scarf. It must mean a lot…for you to keep it for so long.”
Her face was positively burning up now, but there was little I Pin could do about it now. It was taking all her will power to stem the flow of verbal communication before she tripped into confessing something else.
Far from offended at being associated with something ‘cute’, Fuuta smiled, “Thank you then. It does mean a lot to me” he eased it out of I Pin’s hands and wound the length of cloth around his neck.
“I’ve had it with me since I first met Tsuna-nii, so it’s special. I feel like he’s become my brother over the years and most the Vongola family…are a lot like my own family too.”
I Pin was both touched and a bit disheartened. Family was easily the worse category to be put in by one’s crush. Well above the ‘friend’ title at the very least, because at least friends had a chance of being something more. However, I Pin didn't stand a chance if he viewed her as a sister.
“Are you okay?” Fuuta asked, leaning in close to get a better look at I Pin’s troubled expression.
“Hm? Yes…just a little chilly.” I Pin confessed, trying not to look at the statistician so he wouldn’t see how his sentimental meaning had harmed her.
Nevertheless, Fuuta unwound his scarf, giving enough length to wrap the other half around I Pin’s neck. The girl stiffened as the scarf coiled and connected them.
Internally, I Pin was at war. Her sensible side said it was stupid to get worked up over a simple gesture and show of concern, but it was nearly drowned out by mental exclamations of ‘oh god, oh god!’ and another bout of blushing.
“There, that’s better isn’t it” Fuuta offered. I Pin decided in that moment that his sincere and serene smiles were going to ruin her life. Or at least give her a very early death by heart attack, because the organ wouldn’t settle down for anything in the world.
“A little bit” she muttered, head ducked and still avoiding eye contact, “But how are we supposed to get to our schools like this?”
“Hmmm” Fuuta considered, “I guess I could walk with you to the high school. It’s not far and my bus won’t arrive for another half hour.”
I Pin tried to think of some way to stop this impending disaster, but again she was conflicted. On one hand, she could just see the rumors starting up if other girls saw her being escorted by an older boy. Not a good thing since she tried to keep a low social profile in order to study.
Then again, she didn’t care what other might say and wanted to spend more time with Fuuta. He was being so sweet offering to share the beloved scarf and go out of his way to walk with her.
However, the decision was made for her because seemingly out of no where, Lambo came up behind, tackled I Pin, took her hand, then took off running.
Before I Pin could blink the scarf fell off her shoulders, breaking her free of Fuuta’s side and leaving the extra length of cloth with him.
Lambo ran the distance from the bus stop to their campus, not letting go of I Pin until they were at the door.
“Whew, made it just in time” the boy had the nerve to grin cheekily at I Pin. As if he were an angel who had not just disrupted a ‘moment’ between a love-lorn girl and her unreachable crush.
I Pin scowled in response then in the next minute Lambo got a face full of leather school bag.
Meanwhile, Lambo sniffled and rubbed a sore spot from wear the bag buckle hit his face.
“I was trying to help you not be late for class, Pin!” he protested.
“Of course you were” I Pin returned sharply, after all she didn’t believe that Lambo only showed an interest in punctuality on today of all days.
Honestly, the Lightning guardian could be such a immature handful at times…