[drabble] SanaYuki Uniforms & Yuki Birthday
Sanada Genichirou / Yukimura Seiichi
Uniforms
word count: 536
After sitting in the empty classroom for over an hour, arguing about every last decision; both Yukimura and Sanada were starting to get sick of look at the other. Now with only a few more issues left to cover, Yukimura was hoping that his fukou-buchou would just agree with him so they could get the hell out of there. Unfortunately it didn’t seem that the taller boy was going to cooperate.
“What’s wrong with the green?” Yukimura almost shouted, “It’s a perfectly normal colour!”
Sanada merely stared at his buchou, “Yamabuki already ordered green uniforms, that’s what.”
“But this is a different shade of green and we wouldn’t be using yellow as an accent colour.” Yukimura shot back.
“No green, it’s as bad as that disgusting shade of purple-“
“Lavender,” Yukimura cut him off, “The colour is lavender.”
Sanada rolled his eyes, “it’s still ugly.”
Yukimura twitched, now he knew for a fact that Sanada was just trying to piss him off. It was all because of the stupid date that he had to cancel and his fukou-buchou was still a little sore about it. Glaring at the other boy, Yukimura had to restrain himself from grinding his teeth; it wasn’t his fault that his mother got random impulses and dragged him off to his relatives for the day.
“Okay then, what colour would you like for the uniforms? Seeing as anything I like is ‘ugly’.”
The taller boy smirked and leaned back in his chair, folding his arms and saying as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “Black.”
Yukimura just blinked at him before our right laughing. After Sanada just glared at him and didn’t start laughing along he tried to quell his laughter, “You’re joking right?”
The other boy just continued to glare.
“We would die out there in black! Besides you know how black makes me look sickly pale, not to mention Yanagi.” he shivered at the thought, “No black.”
“Then what about a dark red?” Sanada spat back, as if daring his buchou to come up with a reason why it would be a bad choice.
“It would clash not only with my lucky green headband but Marui’s hair, and just think what it would look like when Kirihara got all demonic on us.” Yukimura’s previous amusement had now since vanished and his glare had returned full force, “Just . . . . no.”
By now he could hear the comforting sound of Sanada’s teeth grinding. It made him feel better by knowing he had restrained himself from doing so. He had to resist the urge to smirk as Sanada’s cell phone went off - his parents wanted him home it would seem.
After a quick conversation with what probably was his mother, Sanada returned the phone to his pocket and stood. Giving his buchou a stern look he gave one final request, “Just nothing . . . bright.”
Yukimura nodded, holding back his demonic grin until Sanada had left the room. He quickly flipped through the colour choices until he found the most obnoxious yellow he could and chuckled. True it was a horrendous colour, but out of them all it would look the worst on Sanada..
Yukimura Seiichi
Birthday
Word Count: 380
“Niou, you’re too loud . . .”
“No I’m not! Just keep moving.”
“Ita! Fukou-buchou that was my foot!”
“Shut up Kirihara . . .”
“Shhhhhhh! He’ll hear us!”
“There is only a 17.02% chance that Yukimura-buchou is awake, we should be fine.”
The muffled, hushed whispers were faint, but even in his half-asleep state, Yukimura managed to catch some of them. Hoping that he was merely dreaming, he shifted slightly and buried his face into his pillow trying to fall back asleep. A soft thump at the end of his bed followed by a muttered curse made him open one eye slightly as he tried to see who was their without them knowing he was awake.
The room was still very dark but he could make out the vague shape of at least a few people in his room. Preferring to watch them silently, Yukimura observed them mulling around his room for what had to of been twenty minutes before settling along the walls and one or two of them sitting down on the few chairs in the room.
“How long do we wait?”
“Five more minutes? I unno . . .”
“I’d say there is a 84.7% chance that he is already wake and is just staying quiet to see what we’re going to do.”
Yukimura smiled to himself, giving into the urge to respond to Renji’s statistic, “I’d give it a 100% chance, Renji.”
“Yukimura!”
“Buchou!”
“Seiichi!”
There was a quick shuffling of feet then an eerie silence before the lights were flicked on and Yukimura was promptly assaulted with packages, presents and a chorus of “happy birthday to you”, complete with four different terms of address.
“Here buchou! Open mine first!” Kirihara was practically bouncing as he all but forced a large, green bag into Yukimura’s arms.
Not to be out done, Marui quickly pulled the large bag away and replaced it with his own present, smiling widely, “I think you’ll like mine more, buchou.”
Watching Kirihara and Marui start to squabble like children, dragging in Sanada then Niou fairly quickly, Yukimura couldn’t help but laugh. Felling a hand on his shoulder he looked up to see Renji smiling down at him.
“Happy birthday, Seiichi.”
Smiling back at his friend Yukimura chuckled, “Why thank you Renji.”
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