Five Kisses (HanaKimi, Izumi x Mizuki, #30)
Title: Five Kisses
Author: Faewend
Fandom: Hanazakari no Kimitachi e (HanaKimi)
Pairing: Izumi Sano x Mizuki Ashiya
Theme: #30, Kiss
AN: Yes, the cliché and tired “5 things” meme. I was massively lacking inspiration for kisses, and when in doubt I resort to drabbles. Also, I’m guilty of using a scene from the Jdrama, kind of mushing it into the place of the manga version. Spoilers for the ending special in 5.
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Hisaya Nakajo and various corporations of which I am not a part. This fanwork is not intended for profit.
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i. Days, weeks, years later--he never remembered their first kiss. In fact, he’d only figured out the next day he must have kissed her because of her sudden refusal to meet his eyes and the spontaneous blushes for no reason he could discern.
So as a result, he had mixed emotions about that first kiss. Obviously he didn’t regret having kissed her--even then he’d known she was special. He regretted being so drunk he couldn’t appreciate it properly, worried that it was a lousy kiss, and missed having a memory of one of the pieces of their story’s beginning.
ii. It’s a fuzzy memory, half conjured out of her imagination, hazed by fever-skewed perception. In fact, she’d honestly thought it a dream. A dream of cool lips, comforting arms, the steady thud of a heartbeat, and whispered words that were to become a bond between them. Though, on that night they served as the simple comfort she so desperately needed after the attack.
Once in a while she takes out the clouded memory, trying to produce a perfect image of that moment. As always, she is only left with a cool kiss and the promise “I’ll stay by your side.”
iii. She remembered it in detail days, even weeks, later-mulling over every nuance of the kiss. The brush of her shirt hem recalled the firm heat of the hand at the small of her back. Snugging on her watch brought back the strength of the fingers encircling her wrist--tightly at first, helping to pin her against the wall, then more loosely as the kiss lengthened. The brush of air over her face reminded her of the firm pressure of his lips against hers, and how unexpectedly soft they’d felt.
Though the details faded with time, the longing did not.
iv. The kiss he snuck in the airport as he saw her off was by no means their first, but she would cherish it later for the promise attached to it. It was a sweetly simple whisper of a kiss, a quick press of lips-quite different from the passionate lip-lock they’d fallen into after her confession. In a way, it was almost the equivalent of an innocent pinky-swear. “Friends forever,” was the wish of a child though, and their lip-swear wish was to love forever and to be together once again. It was a wish Mizuki knew would come true.
v. It wasn’t an especially good kiss, particularly considering how talented at kissing they’d gotten since Sano moved to California. It was wet (from her tears), salty (also from her tears), and consisted mostly of them mashing their lips together (and laughing a little giddily, it must be admitted).
Not that they remembered any of that later, of course. Because it was an important kiss, a seal of the simple words said a moment before that carried with them the weight of their future. A future with no secrets, no hiding (but lots of kisses). A future they would carve together.
Author: Faewend
Fandom: Hanazakari no Kimitachi e (HanaKimi)
Pairing: Izumi Sano x Mizuki Ashiya
Theme: #30, Kiss
AN: Yes, the cliché and tired “5 things” meme. I was massively lacking inspiration for kisses, and when in doubt I resort to drabbles. Also, I’m guilty of using a scene from the Jdrama, kind of mushing it into the place of the manga version. Spoilers for the ending special in 5.
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Hisaya Nakajo and various corporations of which I am not a part. This fanwork is not intended for profit.
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i. Days, weeks, years later--he never remembered their first kiss. In fact, he’d only figured out the next day he must have kissed her because of her sudden refusal to meet his eyes and the spontaneous blushes for no reason he could discern.
So as a result, he had mixed emotions about that first kiss. Obviously he didn’t regret having kissed her--even then he’d known she was special. He regretted being so drunk he couldn’t appreciate it properly, worried that it was a lousy kiss, and missed having a memory of one of the pieces of their story’s beginning.
ii. It’s a fuzzy memory, half conjured out of her imagination, hazed by fever-skewed perception. In fact, she’d honestly thought it a dream. A dream of cool lips, comforting arms, the steady thud of a heartbeat, and whispered words that were to become a bond between them. Though, on that night they served as the simple comfort she so desperately needed after the attack.
Once in a while she takes out the clouded memory, trying to produce a perfect image of that moment. As always, she is only left with a cool kiss and the promise “I’ll stay by your side.”
iii. She remembered it in detail days, even weeks, later-mulling over every nuance of the kiss. The brush of her shirt hem recalled the firm heat of the hand at the small of her back. Snugging on her watch brought back the strength of the fingers encircling her wrist--tightly at first, helping to pin her against the wall, then more loosely as the kiss lengthened. The brush of air over her face reminded her of the firm pressure of his lips against hers, and how unexpectedly soft they’d felt.
Though the details faded with time, the longing did not.
iv. The kiss he snuck in the airport as he saw her off was by no means their first, but she would cherish it later for the promise attached to it. It was a sweetly simple whisper of a kiss, a quick press of lips-quite different from the passionate lip-lock they’d fallen into after her confession. In a way, it was almost the equivalent of an innocent pinky-swear. “Friends forever,” was the wish of a child though, and their lip-swear wish was to love forever and to be together once again. It was a wish Mizuki knew would come true.
v. It wasn’t an especially good kiss, particularly considering how talented at kissing they’d gotten since Sano moved to California. It was wet (from her tears), salty (also from her tears), and consisted mostly of them mashing their lips together (and laughing a little giddily, it must be admitted).
Not that they remembered any of that later, of course. Because it was an important kiss, a seal of the simple words said a moment before that carried with them the weight of their future. A future with no secrets, no hiding (but lots of kisses). A future they would carve together.