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Microfic meme! ---> Try to write different categories of fic (angst, fluff, UST, romance...can you think of others?) in 10-15 words a couple of sentences or less. Which I clearly fail at.
Main Pairing: Ryo80
UST (Unresolved Sexual Tension)
Ryohei can’t stop staring at the younger boy’s mouth as his tongue spins around the popsicle between his lips. He knows he’s going to get caught, if not by his friend than one of the other Guardians gathered about on this hot, hot day. He’s too hot, way too hot watching that talented tongue maneuver its way around that frosty treat. He tears his gaze away in vain because it soon enough has strayed back to the Rain Guardian and he doesn’t bother to hide it this time, too captivated by the way those lips spread and engulf something much bigger than should be appropriate and he can’t help but imagine …
“Nii-san! Nii-san, come help me. Let’s set the picnic up for everyone.” Kyoko’s voice is like a cold shower, a shock to his system to get it under control, and he once again drags his gaze away from his friend. Nodding, since he’s afraid to speak, afraid he might not be able to form a coherent sentence just yet, he helps her wordlessly with what she asks. He never notices the slight blush on Takeshi’s cheeks now that there is no audience watching him.
Hurt/Comfort, Angst
“It’s going to be okay,” a comforting voice assures him. Ryohei doesn’t know whether to believe in it or not. He's shaking inside, but outwardly he’s too busy pounding away at the bag in front of him, to lost in the sensation of his fist connecting with something hard and soft - this bag well-worn with age.
Ignoring the person behind him is a good strategy, he goes with that. If he doesn’t say anything, maybe the other man will get the hint and leave him in peace. “You’re not the only one who’s lost someone important, senpai. Please don’t do this to yourself.” It’s that which makes him crack finally, sagging against the bag for support as he chokes back a sob. It’s too much, it’s always been too much, bottling up his emotions into one neat little package. But this person, the person who’s hand is now on his back in an attempt to reassure him he's not alone, that person understands and accepts that which needs no explanation. It’s more than Ryohei could have ever asked of anyone.
“He was a good man, and probably an even greater teacher, right senpai?” Ryohei smiles into the punching bag and then leans back, tilting his head to look up at the person behind him. The previous emotions, the ones of sadness, are gone, bottled away once more. But it’s lighter somehow. It no longer feels like it’s his burden alone to carry. He nods his answer to the Rain Guardian’s questions and quietly, oh so quietly and unlike himself, he whispers a ‘thank you’ - and then turns around and says ‘to the extreme’ at the top of his lungs. For good measure.
Fluff
Someone’s nipping at his neck too playfully for this early in the morning, but Ryohei just makes a pleased little hum and enjoys it. It’s rare they get to spend this much time together. One of them usually always has to leave, an assignment to accomplish, a plane to catch, a boss to cheer up. There’s always something, but today there is nothing and Ryohei plans to bask in every minute of it. He runs a hand through the wild locks of his partner and grins in a drowsy manner down at the head still lightly nipping at his neck. Tugging at the hair, not caring if he’s gentle or rough or both, he makes Takeshi look at him, wanting to see what he knew he would always see - the same old open admiration and respect of the past and a small hint of something more hidden behind dark, glassy eyes.
He hastily claims the other’s lips in a needy kiss, sparing nothing and taking everything. And it’s these moments that would last him forever. Or in reality, until the next time he could do this all over again. Because Takeshi always had him coming back for more, even if they were a world apart.
Comedy
“Senpai? You sure?” Takeshi’s curious voice questions him, but Ryohei only beams. He’s settled into a loose boxing stance on the baseball field’s home base, a fiery determination alive in his eyes. He has vowed to himself, and to everyone, that he will hit a ball with his fist alone. This day would go down in history! “Er, are you sure you want to do this, senpai?” Takeshi warily holds the ball in his right hand, twirling it between three fingers, and Ryohei isn’t sure but he has a feeling his underclassmen is analyzing his sanity inside that elusive mind of his.
He shakes his head to stop staring at his friend and grins, shouting out a loud, “I’m ready any time you are, Yamamoto!”
There’s a sigh and then Takeshi winds up, a different person taking over as soon as the ball is ready to be thrown. There's a whoosh as the first ball misses Ryohei by barely an inch, falling straight into the Umpire’s open mit. “Strike One,” resounds in the air as Ryohei reassures himself that he’s just warming up, that he needs to take this more seriously. Because this isn’t just about making history, this is about impressing a baseball nut with his skills and ingenuity. Takeshi’s next pitch just skims his side before slamming into the mit once more, making the boxer curse and try to figure out how he had missed that one. The wind up, the pitch, he had seen it, even attempted a punch, and he had … failed.
Well, that left him with one chance and one chance only. This time would be the winner, he could feel it. “That’s strike two,” Takeshi points out, a frown marring his once happy face. Ryohei winces because that's the opposite of what he has been trying to achieve. He wants to impress, not allow his friend to worry.
“One more,” urges Ryohei. “One more time and then we’ll call it quits.”
Takeshi agrees, though a bit reluctantly. The last pitch soars through the air and all Ryohei remembers after that is a sharp intake of breath from someone who was definitely not him and the Umpire’s cry of “Is that a Strike Three? Does it even count?” He hears someone reprimanding their teammate and he can only grin in a lop-sided sort of way as Takeshi’s blurry form comes into view, worriedly hovering over him.
“Y-You have extremely funny cat ears, Take-kun.”
“Um, I think you have a … concussion, senpai.” Ryohei laughs and then passes out.
Main Pairing: Ryo80
UST (Unresolved Sexual Tension)
Ryohei can’t stop staring at the younger boy’s mouth as his tongue spins around the popsicle between his lips. He knows he’s going to get caught, if not by his friend than one of the other Guardians gathered about on this hot, hot day. He’s too hot, way too hot watching that talented tongue maneuver its way around that frosty treat. He tears his gaze away in vain because it soon enough has strayed back to the Rain Guardian and he doesn’t bother to hide it this time, too captivated by the way those lips spread and engulf something much bigger than should be appropriate and he can’t help but imagine …
“Nii-san! Nii-san, come help me. Let’s set the picnic up for everyone.” Kyoko’s voice is like a cold shower, a shock to his system to get it under control, and he once again drags his gaze away from his friend. Nodding, since he’s afraid to speak, afraid he might not be able to form a coherent sentence just yet, he helps her wordlessly with what she asks. He never notices the slight blush on Takeshi’s cheeks now that there is no audience watching him.
Hurt/Comfort, Angst
“It’s going to be okay,” a comforting voice assures him. Ryohei doesn’t know whether to believe in it or not. He's shaking inside, but outwardly he’s too busy pounding away at the bag in front of him, to lost in the sensation of his fist connecting with something hard and soft - this bag well-worn with age.
Ignoring the person behind him is a good strategy, he goes with that. If he doesn’t say anything, maybe the other man will get the hint and leave him in peace. “You’re not the only one who’s lost someone important, senpai. Please don’t do this to yourself.” It’s that which makes him crack finally, sagging against the bag for support as he chokes back a sob. It’s too much, it’s always been too much, bottling up his emotions into one neat little package. But this person, the person who’s hand is now on his back in an attempt to reassure him he's not alone, that person understands and accepts that which needs no explanation. It’s more than Ryohei could have ever asked of anyone.
“He was a good man, and probably an even greater teacher, right senpai?” Ryohei smiles into the punching bag and then leans back, tilting his head to look up at the person behind him. The previous emotions, the ones of sadness, are gone, bottled away once more. But it’s lighter somehow. It no longer feels like it’s his burden alone to carry. He nods his answer to the Rain Guardian’s questions and quietly, oh so quietly and unlike himself, he whispers a ‘thank you’ - and then turns around and says ‘to the extreme’ at the top of his lungs. For good measure.
Fluff
Someone’s nipping at his neck too playfully for this early in the morning, but Ryohei just makes a pleased little hum and enjoys it. It’s rare they get to spend this much time together. One of them usually always has to leave, an assignment to accomplish, a plane to catch, a boss to cheer up. There’s always something, but today there is nothing and Ryohei plans to bask in every minute of it. He runs a hand through the wild locks of his partner and grins in a drowsy manner down at the head still lightly nipping at his neck. Tugging at the hair, not caring if he’s gentle or rough or both, he makes Takeshi look at him, wanting to see what he knew he would always see - the same old open admiration and respect of the past and a small hint of something more hidden behind dark, glassy eyes.
He hastily claims the other’s lips in a needy kiss, sparing nothing and taking everything. And it’s these moments that would last him forever. Or in reality, until the next time he could do this all over again. Because Takeshi always had him coming back for more, even if they were a world apart.
Comedy
“Senpai? You sure?” Takeshi’s curious voice questions him, but Ryohei only beams. He’s settled into a loose boxing stance on the baseball field’s home base, a fiery determination alive in his eyes. He has vowed to himself, and to everyone, that he will hit a ball with his fist alone. This day would go down in history! “Er, are you sure you want to do this, senpai?” Takeshi warily holds the ball in his right hand, twirling it between three fingers, and Ryohei isn’t sure but he has a feeling his underclassmen is analyzing his sanity inside that elusive mind of his.
He shakes his head to stop staring at his friend and grins, shouting out a loud, “I’m ready any time you are, Yamamoto!”
There’s a sigh and then Takeshi winds up, a different person taking over as soon as the ball is ready to be thrown. There's a whoosh as the first ball misses Ryohei by barely an inch, falling straight into the Umpire’s open mit. “Strike One,” resounds in the air as Ryohei reassures himself that he’s just warming up, that he needs to take this more seriously. Because this isn’t just about making history, this is about impressing a baseball nut with his skills and ingenuity. Takeshi’s next pitch just skims his side before slamming into the mit once more, making the boxer curse and try to figure out how he had missed that one. The wind up, the pitch, he had seen it, even attempted a punch, and he had … failed.
Well, that left him with one chance and one chance only. This time would be the winner, he could feel it. “That’s strike two,” Takeshi points out, a frown marring his once happy face. Ryohei winces because that's the opposite of what he has been trying to achieve. He wants to impress, not allow his friend to worry.
“One more,” urges Ryohei. “One more time and then we’ll call it quits.”
Takeshi agrees, though a bit reluctantly. The last pitch soars through the air and all Ryohei remembers after that is a sharp intake of breath from someone who was definitely not him and the Umpire’s cry of “Is that a Strike Three? Does it even count?” He hears someone reprimanding their teammate and he can only grin in a lop-sided sort of way as Takeshi’s blurry form comes into view, worriedly hovering over him.
“Y-You have extremely funny cat ears, Take-kun.”
“Um, I think you have a … concussion, senpai.” Ryohei laughs and then passes out.