The Weight of Seven Years (implied Toru x Ohana)
Title: The Weight of Seven Years
Fandom: Hanasaku Iroha
Characters: Toru Miyagishi, Ohana Matsumae
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG
Summary: Age difference be damned...he couldn't help but notice her.
A/N: I've had this sitting on my hard drive for awhile. I'm finally sharing it as a present to welcome my new friend! :3 Welcome to the party!
Ohana was small, with nothing womanly about her and nothing noteworthy about her but her attitude, yet it was impossible to miss her when she was trying her hardest and failing all the same.
The day he became aware of her she had run all the way to the Fukuya to demand he return. It had all been a misunderstanding, but she had still done so much to bring him back because she felt he was needed. It felt good.
The day he really became aware of her she had fled to the city to request his aid when Ren was cracking under intense pressure. Toru had been at a wedding all day, surrounded by single attractive women of his own age dressed in gowns of all styles and colours. Ohana showed up wearing a stained waitress uniform, and a single sandal, she was covered in dirt and when she fell into his arms, Toru felt like he was falling too with the way his heart slammed into his ribcage and then dropped into his stomach.
The day he became uncomfortably aware of her she had a slight fever and he brought her rice porridge and strawberries. As Toru sat to watch her eat, and found himself helpless to stop his mind from fantasizing about her pink lips and flushed face and making him nothing short of uncomfortable. Suddenly Ohana was no longer a girl, but a woman and he was in her room and she was was looking at him over the top of that strawberry with those eyes and--
Toru fled the room and slammed the door behind him.
He was definitely a pervert, and he really didn't care. It all felt good and right.
Fandom: Hanasaku Iroha
Characters: Toru Miyagishi, Ohana Matsumae
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG
Summary: Age difference be damned...he couldn't help but notice her.
A/N: I've had this sitting on my hard drive for awhile. I'm finally sharing it as a present to welcome my new friend! :3 Welcome to the party!
Ohana was small, with nothing womanly about her and nothing noteworthy about her but her attitude, yet it was impossible to miss her when she was trying her hardest and failing all the same.
The day he became aware of her she had run all the way to the Fukuya to demand he return. It had all been a misunderstanding, but she had still done so much to bring him back because she felt he was needed. It felt good.
The day he really became aware of her she had fled to the city to request his aid when Ren was cracking under intense pressure. Toru had been at a wedding all day, surrounded by single attractive women of his own age dressed in gowns of all styles and colours. Ohana showed up wearing a stained waitress uniform, and a single sandal, she was covered in dirt and when she fell into his arms, Toru felt like he was falling too with the way his heart slammed into his ribcage and then dropped into his stomach.
The day he became uncomfortably aware of her she had a slight fever and he brought her rice porridge and strawberries. As Toru sat to watch her eat, and found himself helpless to stop his mind from fantasizing about her pink lips and flushed face and making him nothing short of uncomfortable. Suddenly Ohana was no longer a girl, but a woman and he was in her room and she was was looking at him over the top of that strawberry with those eyes and--
Toru fled the room and slammed the door behind him.
He was definitely a pervert, and he really didn't care. It all felt good and right.