MomoRyo
Momoryo is my one true OTP. And boy do I miss it. I've been distracted by TW, DW and KHR lately. Plus I've been struck with that awful thing known as writer's block. UGH.
Here's two little drabbles to try and break me out of my awful non-writing state. It didn't really work, but it feels good to write something. Anything.
By the way, Katekyo Hitman Reborn is so amazing. and FULL of pretty gay boys with UST, tsundere, always showing up together, arguments, and <3<3<3<3. More fandom ranting laterz. Now just stupid drabbles.
Haru's Misadventure with Tennis Balls
He unlocks the brown apartment door and sigh contently at the sudden warmth surrounding him. It was freezing outside, with small bits of hail attacking the earth with a ferocity seen only in his matches.
“I’m home.” He says quietly, though not expecting Momo to be home for at least a little while.
“Oi Echizen!” Momo called.
He blinks, maybe Momo wanted to avoid the weather as well. “What?”.
“Can you please pick up your freakin’ tennis balls. Haru’s gotten into your little mountain and made me trip. Stupid cat.”
“It’s not my fault that you were stupid enough to trip on a tennis ball.” He says matter-of-factly, pulling off his coat and walking towards their room.
“Hey! Give me a little sympathy here! I’m still your senpai!” Momo yells.
"We're not even in the same university Momo."
Echizen arrives to find him sprawled on the floor, tangled in the curtains and tennis balls scattered pell-mell on the floor. Momoshiro looked ridiculous, and Echizen couldn’t help but laugh.
“This is not funny shrimp! I’ve been like this for an hour now! Can I get some help here?”
“Insulting me is not going to help you. “ Echizen smirked. He would pick up the tennis balls first, Momo could wait for a few more minutes.
“Brat. And your cat is evil.”
“Haru is perfectly fine, she just dislikes you.”
It takes him about ten minutes to pick up the multitude of tennis balls he has gathered over the years. He dumps them into the hopper and places it higher in the closet, though he doubts that would stop Haru.
Momo watches him, exasperated and desperate, saying ”C’mon Echizen! I’ll get you more the peach flavored Ponta!” and “If you don’t’ get me out of here, we’re not having sex for two weeks!”
Echizen laughs at that, they both knew that Momo was the one with the non-existent self control.
He finally untangles Momoshiro from the curtains, but only after a few more minutes of gleeful gloating, harmonized by Haru's meows.
Momoshiro groans, his body aches from the laying on the hardwood floor for over an hour, and glared reproachfully at Echizen.
“You’re sadistic. Making me wait even more. Do you know how painful that floor is?!”
Echizen laughs a bit more, and walks over to Momo. He looks up to Momo’s face, still shorter a little than the other, and kisses him. The response was instantaneous, hands coming up around his back and a little hum of pleasure. It’s nice and slow, lazy and relaxed, as he kisses the familiar contour of lips, tastes the familiar salty-sweetness of tongue. They break apart when Momo realizes that he hasn’t eaten dinner yet, thanks to a little grumble from his stomach. He grins and breaks into laughter. Echizen whacks him on the side of his head.
“You ought to be fat.” He says.
Momo ignores it, and instead goes into the kitchen to answer the call of the wild, stomach that is.
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Routine
Today, Momoshiro is the one who wakes up early. He stretches his long limbs out of the bed, stumbling in a post-slumber haze, towards the bathroom. He emerges a few minutes later, looking somewhat more awake. He glances at the bed in passing, the other figure still snoring lightly. It is only 7:05 AM, so he will let the other sleep a bit. Meanwhile, he changes out of his pajamas to go put on breakfast.
At 7:55 AM, Echizen is awakened by a loud yell of “Oi! You‘re late again! ” and then the slam of their apartment door. He groans and forces himself to get out of bed. The smell of coffee greets him enticingly and he immediately springs into action. He has a training session with his coach every morning at 8:30, and Coach Hizashi does not appreciate lateness.
Echizen bolts to the kitchen, once again feeling grateful that Momoshiro can actually make decent coffee, and dumps the coffee into a thermos. He grabs the overly-sugared American cereal bars that Momoshiro had insisted upon, last time they went grocery shopping and starts eating it. He peers into the refrigerator quickly, making a mental note to tell the other man to get more milk. After all those years of following Inui’s health plan, he still can’t break the habit of drinking milk.
He leaves their apartment at 8:10, a record 15 minutes in getting ready, and prepares for the run to the train station. If he makes the 8:15 train, then he’ll be at the courts right on time. It is a 10 minute walk and only a 3 minute dash to the station and he sprints. Breathing hard, he gets there just as the train is arriving, early as usual. He is filled with relief.
His cell phone rings and he picks up without looking at the caller ID, sure that it would be Momo. Who else would call him this early in the morning?
“Yo Echizen. Did you catch your train? I would've woken you up, but I kind of forgot.”
“Yeah. How can you forgot about waking me up?”
“Uh...It's good that you caught your train though... But, can you do me a favor? I’m working on a project today with Syuuchiro tonight and we’re out of milk. So I can’t get the groceries today.”
“Sure, and your cereal bars are awful, by the way.”
“Don’t you dare insult my cereal bars! They’re delicious and nutritious! And WHY are you eating my cereal bars?!”
“Stealing from commercials now, are you? How in the world did you make it into Todai?” Echizen smirks a little.
“I’m hurt Echizen! Deeply hurt. You’re still shorter than me by 8 cm, so you can’t insult me.”
“Your logics never fails to amaze. Doesn’t your class start soon?”
“Yeah. Right now actually. I’ll see you later. Don’t forget the milk and you leave my cereal bars alone!”
“Hm.”
He flipped his phone off, and smiled a little. It looked like it would be another interesting day.
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A/N: It just got crack-y as I wrote it. >.< And OMFG that was so OOC.
Here's two little drabbles to try and break me out of my awful non-writing state. It didn't really work, but it feels good to write something. Anything.
By the way, Katekyo Hitman Reborn is so amazing. and FULL of pretty gay boys with UST, tsundere, always showing up together, arguments, and <3<3<3<3. More fandom ranting laterz. Now just stupid drabbles.
Haru's Misadventure with Tennis Balls
He unlocks the brown apartment door and sigh contently at the sudden warmth surrounding him. It was freezing outside, with small bits of hail attacking the earth with a ferocity seen only in his matches.
“I’m home.” He says quietly, though not expecting Momo to be home for at least a little while.
“Oi Echizen!” Momo called.
He blinks, maybe Momo wanted to avoid the weather as well. “What?”.
“Can you please pick up your freakin’ tennis balls. Haru’s gotten into your little mountain and made me trip. Stupid cat.”
“It’s not my fault that you were stupid enough to trip on a tennis ball.” He says matter-of-factly, pulling off his coat and walking towards their room.
“Hey! Give me a little sympathy here! I’m still your senpai!” Momo yells.
"We're not even in the same university Momo."
Echizen arrives to find him sprawled on the floor, tangled in the curtains and tennis balls scattered pell-mell on the floor. Momoshiro looked ridiculous, and Echizen couldn’t help but laugh.
“This is not funny shrimp! I’ve been like this for an hour now! Can I get some help here?”
“Insulting me is not going to help you. “ Echizen smirked. He would pick up the tennis balls first, Momo could wait for a few more minutes.
“Brat. And your cat is evil.”
“Haru is perfectly fine, she just dislikes you.”
It takes him about ten minutes to pick up the multitude of tennis balls he has gathered over the years. He dumps them into the hopper and places it higher in the closet, though he doubts that would stop Haru.
Momo watches him, exasperated and desperate, saying ”C’mon Echizen! I’ll get you more the peach flavored Ponta!” and “If you don’t’ get me out of here, we’re not having sex for two weeks!”
Echizen laughs at that, they both knew that Momo was the one with the non-existent self control.
He finally untangles Momoshiro from the curtains, but only after a few more minutes of gleeful gloating, harmonized by Haru's meows.
Momoshiro groans, his body aches from the laying on the hardwood floor for over an hour, and glared reproachfully at Echizen.
“You’re sadistic. Making me wait even more. Do you know how painful that floor is?!”
Echizen laughs a bit more, and walks over to Momo. He looks up to Momo’s face, still shorter a little than the other, and kisses him. The response was instantaneous, hands coming up around his back and a little hum of pleasure. It’s nice and slow, lazy and relaxed, as he kisses the familiar contour of lips, tastes the familiar salty-sweetness of tongue. They break apart when Momo realizes that he hasn’t eaten dinner yet, thanks to a little grumble from his stomach. He grins and breaks into laughter. Echizen whacks him on the side of his head.
“You ought to be fat.” He says.
Momo ignores it, and instead goes into the kitchen to answer the call of the wild, stomach that is.
--
Routine
Today, Momoshiro is the one who wakes up early. He stretches his long limbs out of the bed, stumbling in a post-slumber haze, towards the bathroom. He emerges a few minutes later, looking somewhat more awake. He glances at the bed in passing, the other figure still snoring lightly. It is only 7:05 AM, so he will let the other sleep a bit. Meanwhile, he changes out of his pajamas to go put on breakfast.
At 7:55 AM, Echizen is awakened by a loud yell of “Oi! You‘re late again! ” and then the slam of their apartment door. He groans and forces himself to get out of bed. The smell of coffee greets him enticingly and he immediately springs into action. He has a training session with his coach every morning at 8:30, and Coach Hizashi does not appreciate lateness.
Echizen bolts to the kitchen, once again feeling grateful that Momoshiro can actually make decent coffee, and dumps the coffee into a thermos. He grabs the overly-sugared American cereal bars that Momoshiro had insisted upon, last time they went grocery shopping and starts eating it. He peers into the refrigerator quickly, making a mental note to tell the other man to get more milk. After all those years of following Inui’s health plan, he still can’t break the habit of drinking milk.
He leaves their apartment at 8:10, a record 15 minutes in getting ready, and prepares for the run to the train station. If he makes the 8:15 train, then he’ll be at the courts right on time. It is a 10 minute walk and only a 3 minute dash to the station and he sprints. Breathing hard, he gets there just as the train is arriving, early as usual. He is filled with relief.
His cell phone rings and he picks up without looking at the caller ID, sure that it would be Momo. Who else would call him this early in the morning?
“Yo Echizen. Did you catch your train? I would've woken you up, but I kind of forgot.”
“Yeah. How can you forgot about waking me up?”
“Uh...It's good that you caught your train though... But, can you do me a favor? I’m working on a project today with Syuuchiro tonight and we’re out of milk. So I can’t get the groceries today.”
“Sure, and your cereal bars are awful, by the way.”
“Don’t you dare insult my cereal bars! They’re delicious and nutritious! And WHY are you eating my cereal bars?!”
“Stealing from commercials now, are you? How in the world did you make it into Todai?” Echizen smirks a little.
“I’m hurt Echizen! Deeply hurt. You’re still shorter than me by 8 cm, so you can’t insult me.”
“Your logics never fails to amaze. Doesn’t your class start soon?”
“Yeah. Right now actually. I’ll see you later. Don’t forget the milk and you leave my cereal bars alone!”
“Hm.”
He flipped his phone off, and smiled a little. It looked like it would be another interesting day.
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A/N: It just got crack-y as I wrote it. >.< And OMFG that was so OOC.