Challenge the fourth
I wrote this whole thing in neon pink pen. :D
To Bother
Challenge:
Yuuta
A purple-colored pencil, a ruler, and a rose
"Yuuta-kun, are you paying attention?" Mizuki asks, frowning.
"Yes, Mizuki-san," Yuuta replies, drifting from side to side in his swivel chair. He toes the floor, trying not to look at the bed where Mizuki has situated himself with his notebook. He isn't in fact, paying attention, but he knows better than to let Mizuki know that.
"Good," Mizuki says, and glances down at the data book lying open on his lap. He makes an elegant notation in purple pencil on one page, then looks back up at Yuuta with an eyebrow raised. "Your literature grade is dropping. If you don't raise it, you could be suspended from the team."
"I'll work harder, Mizuki-san," Yuuta replies, sounding appropriately contrite. He just wants Mizuki to hurry up and leave. His brother is going to call soon, and their conversations never go well when Mizuki is in the room.
"I could tutor you, Yuuta-kun," Mizuki says in a suggestive tone.
Yuuta sighs internally. "That's okay, Mizuki-san. I can bring my grade up on my own."
Mizuki frowns and makes a purple dot on what appears to be a graph inside the notebook. "You know you can come to me if you have any problems, Yuuta-kun," he says. "Any problems at all."
"I know, Mizuki-san," Yuuta replies, looking furtively down at his watch. "I will."
"Pass me your ruler, Yuuta-kun," Mizuki says.
Yuuta does, and waits patiently as Mizuki uses it to connect the purple dot to a series of other purple dots.
"There, I believe that concludes our data session for today," Mizuki says, sounding pleased with himself. "Remember the advice I gave you about your Rising Shot. You've got to control the spin better."
"Okay, Mizuki-san," Yuuta says. "I will. Don't worry."
"Nfu," Mizuki says, and leaves.
Yuuta's cellphone rings right as the door closes, and he heaves a sigh of relief. "Hi, aniki," he says, picking it up.
"Yuuta," the delighted voice on the other end says. "How are things?"
"Fine," the younger boy says, refraining from telling his brother that Mizuki has upped his number of data sessions with Yuuta from two nights a week to six, ever since the district matches they lost against Seigaku. "Are your cacti doing alright?"
"They're doing wonderful," Syusuke says cheerfully. "I think the little one's thorns are getting sharper."
Yuuta winces; only his brother would sound thrilled about something like that.
As Syusuke continues to ramble on about a new breed he is thinking of cultivating, Yuuta tunes him out and pulls open his literature textbook. Mizuki is right--he might be removed from the team if he doesn't study.
"...so how about it?" Syusuke finally finishes.
Yuuta blinks, not having been listening closely (a dangerous thing to do when on the phone with Fuji Syusuke, he thinks with a sinking feeling). He goes with his gut instinct, and spouts out the safest answer. "Sorry, aniki. I'm busy."
"Oh well," Syusuke says, sounding disappointed. "I thought you might like to help me pick out a Venus Flytrap."
"Sorry," Yuuta says again, feeling immensely grateful for his sharp instincts.
"Maybe Friday, then?" Syusuke asks hopefully. "I know you don't have practice that day, and we haven't spent any time together in so long..."
Yuuta hesitates, then, against his better judgment, caves. "Okay, Friday."
"Wonderful! It's a date, then," Syusuke says. "The Exotic Plant Farm is going to be so much fun!"
Yuuta frowns, feeling as though he's been duped. "It's getting late," he says, looking at his clock. Mizuki will be coming in any second to go over something or other that he's forgotten. "I should get to bed."
"Alright," Syusuke says. "I'll see you on Friday."
"Good night, aniki."
"Good night, Yuuta."
He has just enough time to click the phone off, set it to the side, and look down at his book as if he's been studying the whole time when Mizuki walks back in, data book under his arm. "Yuuta-kun," he says, frowning.
"Did you need something, Mizuki-san?" Yuuta asks, looking up from the text.
"I forgot to talk about a very important issue with you," Mizuki says, opening the notebook and pointing to a page with the end of his purple pencil. It is too far away for Yuuta to read.
"What is it?" Yuuta asks, though he's starting to get a bad feeling.
"Apparently you went shopping yesterday," Mizuki says, coming closer and frowning down at Yuuta. "You bought that shirt," he says, poking an accusing finger into Yuuta's chest.
Yuuta looks down at the finger digging into his comfortable new red shirt. "Yeah?" he asks nervously, and knows he's in trouble.
"It's red," Mizuki says, disapproval strong in his voice. "Red washes out your coloring. You simply cannot wear red, Yuuta-kun. Pink, perhaps, but not red." He scowls as if it's the most horrible offense in the history of the planet, and maybe it is.
"Sorry," Yuuta offers, squirming. There's no getting out of this now.
"We're going shopping," Mizuki decides, putting his hands on his hips. "This Friday, after school. There's no practice."
"Erm, Mizuki-san," Yuuta begins to protest, but Mizuki cuts him off.
"You need expert help, Yuuta-kun," Mizuki says, and looks him over pityingly. "I'd be only too glad to offer mine."
Yuuta's eye twitches. Mizuki is wearing a pair of purple slacks and a cream sweater with a periwinkle rose knitted on the front. It's one of the most hideous things Yuuta has ever seen. Ever.
"Just trust me, Yuuta-kun," Mizuki says, and pats his shoulder. Before Yuuta can get out another word, Mizuki is gone.
The phone rings, and Yuuta doesn't need caller ID to know who is on the other end.
He throws the phone as hard as he can at the closed door, where it strikes and makes a garbled noise before ceasing its ringing altogether. Yuuta sighs and lets his head fall onto his textbook. "Why do I even bother?"
To Bother
Challenge:
Yuuta
A purple-colored pencil, a ruler, and a rose
"Yuuta-kun, are you paying attention?" Mizuki asks, frowning.
"Yes, Mizuki-san," Yuuta replies, drifting from side to side in his swivel chair. He toes the floor, trying not to look at the bed where Mizuki has situated himself with his notebook. He isn't in fact, paying attention, but he knows better than to let Mizuki know that.
"Good," Mizuki says, and glances down at the data book lying open on his lap. He makes an elegant notation in purple pencil on one page, then looks back up at Yuuta with an eyebrow raised. "Your literature grade is dropping. If you don't raise it, you could be suspended from the team."
"I'll work harder, Mizuki-san," Yuuta replies, sounding appropriately contrite. He just wants Mizuki to hurry up and leave. His brother is going to call soon, and their conversations never go well when Mizuki is in the room.
"I could tutor you, Yuuta-kun," Mizuki says in a suggestive tone.
Yuuta sighs internally. "That's okay, Mizuki-san. I can bring my grade up on my own."
Mizuki frowns and makes a purple dot on what appears to be a graph inside the notebook. "You know you can come to me if you have any problems, Yuuta-kun," he says. "Any problems at all."
"I know, Mizuki-san," Yuuta replies, looking furtively down at his watch. "I will."
"Pass me your ruler, Yuuta-kun," Mizuki says.
Yuuta does, and waits patiently as Mizuki uses it to connect the purple dot to a series of other purple dots.
"There, I believe that concludes our data session for today," Mizuki says, sounding pleased with himself. "Remember the advice I gave you about your Rising Shot. You've got to control the spin better."
"Okay, Mizuki-san," Yuuta says. "I will. Don't worry."
"Nfu," Mizuki says, and leaves.
Yuuta's cellphone rings right as the door closes, and he heaves a sigh of relief. "Hi, aniki," he says, picking it up.
"Yuuta," the delighted voice on the other end says. "How are things?"
"Fine," the younger boy says, refraining from telling his brother that Mizuki has upped his number of data sessions with Yuuta from two nights a week to six, ever since the district matches they lost against Seigaku. "Are your cacti doing alright?"
"They're doing wonderful," Syusuke says cheerfully. "I think the little one's thorns are getting sharper."
Yuuta winces; only his brother would sound thrilled about something like that.
As Syusuke continues to ramble on about a new breed he is thinking of cultivating, Yuuta tunes him out and pulls open his literature textbook. Mizuki is right--he might be removed from the team if he doesn't study.
"...so how about it?" Syusuke finally finishes.
Yuuta blinks, not having been listening closely (a dangerous thing to do when on the phone with Fuji Syusuke, he thinks with a sinking feeling). He goes with his gut instinct, and spouts out the safest answer. "Sorry, aniki. I'm busy."
"Oh well," Syusuke says, sounding disappointed. "I thought you might like to help me pick out a Venus Flytrap."
"Sorry," Yuuta says again, feeling immensely grateful for his sharp instincts.
"Maybe Friday, then?" Syusuke asks hopefully. "I know you don't have practice that day, and we haven't spent any time together in so long..."
Yuuta hesitates, then, against his better judgment, caves. "Okay, Friday."
"Wonderful! It's a date, then," Syusuke says. "The Exotic Plant Farm is going to be so much fun!"
Yuuta frowns, feeling as though he's been duped. "It's getting late," he says, looking at his clock. Mizuki will be coming in any second to go over something or other that he's forgotten. "I should get to bed."
"Alright," Syusuke says. "I'll see you on Friday."
"Good night, aniki."
"Good night, Yuuta."
He has just enough time to click the phone off, set it to the side, and look down at his book as if he's been studying the whole time when Mizuki walks back in, data book under his arm. "Yuuta-kun," he says, frowning.
"Did you need something, Mizuki-san?" Yuuta asks, looking up from the text.
"I forgot to talk about a very important issue with you," Mizuki says, opening the notebook and pointing to a page with the end of his purple pencil. It is too far away for Yuuta to read.
"What is it?" Yuuta asks, though he's starting to get a bad feeling.
"Apparently you went shopping yesterday," Mizuki says, coming closer and frowning down at Yuuta. "You bought that shirt," he says, poking an accusing finger into Yuuta's chest.
Yuuta looks down at the finger digging into his comfortable new red shirt. "Yeah?" he asks nervously, and knows he's in trouble.
"It's red," Mizuki says, disapproval strong in his voice. "Red washes out your coloring. You simply cannot wear red, Yuuta-kun. Pink, perhaps, but not red." He scowls as if it's the most horrible offense in the history of the planet, and maybe it is.
"Sorry," Yuuta offers, squirming. There's no getting out of this now.
"We're going shopping," Mizuki decides, putting his hands on his hips. "This Friday, after school. There's no practice."
"Erm, Mizuki-san," Yuuta begins to protest, but Mizuki cuts him off.
"You need expert help, Yuuta-kun," Mizuki says, and looks him over pityingly. "I'd be only too glad to offer mine."
Yuuta's eye twitches. Mizuki is wearing a pair of purple slacks and a cream sweater with a periwinkle rose knitted on the front. It's one of the most hideous things Yuuta has ever seen. Ever.
"Just trust me, Yuuta-kun," Mizuki says, and pats his shoulder. Before Yuuta can get out another word, Mizuki is gone.
The phone rings, and Yuuta doesn't need caller ID to know who is on the other end.
He throws the phone as hard as he can at the closed door, where it strikes and makes a garbled noise before ceasing its ringing altogether. Yuuta sighs and lets his head fall onto his textbook. "Why do I even bother?"