FMP! Drabble: Self-confidence
Self-confidence - Full Metal Panic! Sousuke/Kaname, 331 words. (04/11/05)
Sometimes, he made her doubt herself.
Sexy new bathing suit? Nothing. Low-cut slinky black dress? Nada. She'd even gone to Shinji's cosplay party as Rambo, camouflage bikini top and toy machine gun and all - she figured if he had any fetishes, that would be it - but zilch. Zip. Zero. She just couldn't get a reaction out of him.
Which was why, when he showed up banging on her door at midnight, Kaname decided, hell, she wasn't getting changed out of her old oversized striped pajamas - he could deal with her in all her bed-headed glory.
"What do you want?"
Sousuke barged in, gun out, and went straight to her balcony. He did not explain until he'd done a thorough search of her living room and sliding doors.
Letting out a breath of relief, he tucked his gun back down the waist of his school pants and then turned around. "I thought I saw a threat on your balcony, but it seems I was mistaken. You can relax now, Chidori-"
The halisen flew. "I was relaxed, until you came!! Jeeze!!"
Sousuke fell, but when he stood back up he gave her a strange glance from the corner of his eyes, looking away discreetly. Kaname, hands on her hips, scowled. "What?! You think my pajamas are funny!?" She hefted the fan again.
"N-No, it's just that… I... respect a woman… who is comfortable in such simple nightclothes."
Caught absolutely off guard, Kaname's fist fell a bit, her mouth gaping. "… w-what? You… like these?"
He diverted his eyes again, with the smallest hint of colour across his sunburned cheeks. "On missions, Sergeant Major Mao tends to sleep in the nud-"
And the halisen flew again. Kaname stormed to her room and slammed the door, leaving him to show himself out, but she did not miss the mirror on the way to her bed. The image of Melissa Mao's supple figure winked at her, almost taunting.
"ARRGH!!"
Sometimes, he really made her doubt herself.
Sometimes, he made her doubt herself.
Sexy new bathing suit? Nothing. Low-cut slinky black dress? Nada. She'd even gone to Shinji's cosplay party as Rambo, camouflage bikini top and toy machine gun and all - she figured if he had any fetishes, that would be it - but zilch. Zip. Zero. She just couldn't get a reaction out of him.
Which was why, when he showed up banging on her door at midnight, Kaname decided, hell, she wasn't getting changed out of her old oversized striped pajamas - he could deal with her in all her bed-headed glory.
"What do you want?"
Sousuke barged in, gun out, and went straight to her balcony. He did not explain until he'd done a thorough search of her living room and sliding doors.
Letting out a breath of relief, he tucked his gun back down the waist of his school pants and then turned around. "I thought I saw a threat on your balcony, but it seems I was mistaken. You can relax now, Chidori-"
The halisen flew. "I was relaxed, until you came!! Jeeze!!"
Sousuke fell, but when he stood back up he gave her a strange glance from the corner of his eyes, looking away discreetly. Kaname, hands on her hips, scowled. "What?! You think my pajamas are funny!?" She hefted the fan again.
"N-No, it's just that… I... respect a woman… who is comfortable in such simple nightclothes."
Caught absolutely off guard, Kaname's fist fell a bit, her mouth gaping. "… w-what? You… like these?"
He diverted his eyes again, with the smallest hint of colour across his sunburned cheeks. "On missions, Sergeant Major Mao tends to sleep in the nud-"
And the halisen flew again. Kaname stormed to her room and slammed the door, leaving him to show himself out, but she did not miss the mirror on the way to her bed. The image of Melissa Mao's supple figure winked at her, almost taunting.
"ARRGH!!"
Sometimes, he really made her doubt herself.