Fandom: Hana Yori Dango ; Pair: Domyouji Tsukasa/Makino Tsukushi ; 2/? mlinaOctober 15 2011, 14:09:42 UTC
Crack/Humor
Makino shoves her half-eaten mocchi into Domyouji's mouth, effectively cutting off his uproarious laughter at the sight of his three closest friends.
Though she herself admits that the sight of the three remaining F4 boys dressed as a reindeer, a snow man and on elf (okay, so that costume didn't look bad at all on Hanazawa Rui) are amusing, she can't help but feel a little guilty that they have to look like this at Okami-san's Sweet Shop all because of her.
Pre/Post Canon
It is during his first time accompanying-Makino-to-the-local-grocery-store-as-her-husband that Domyouji finds himself filled with a new kind of awe.
He has no idea how she knows which aisle she needs to go to to get which of the many choices available she has to get (the household help did all of that, it really wasn't any of his concern as long as dinner was spectacular and prepared on time), but Makino does it with seamless efficiency that makes him grin and puff out his chest in pride. This is The Girl He Chose, after all.
His one complaint though, is that she seems to stingy in the amount of groceries she tosses into the push cart he wrested from her after declaring loudly at the entrance that this kind of manual labor was Man's Work.
He realizes it might be because she is still so used to living in poverty and that she is not yet used to thinking of his money as hers.
(They'd gotten into a shouting match over that just the other night and he'd ended up sleeping alone in bed, while she'd insisted on rooming in that storage closet she used to room in that one time she'd been a maid under his employ.)
So when she isn't looking, he quadruples the amount of whatever it is she's put in the cart and smirks to himself that if she even thinks to protest at the counter, all he has to do is to wave his card at the clerk and that will be that, no more questions asked.
Hurt/Comfort
He isn't sure why it is that the first feeling that knifes through him at the sight of her lying still in the snow is despair.
Who is she to make him feel this way, Domyouji thinks, even as he quickly dismounts the already shuddering snow mobile to rush over and check her wrist for a pulse.
It is frustrating to know that he remembers things like checking to see the hue of her lips for early onset hypothermia, how the bike is already a lost cause, its engine possibly frozen over by the dropping temperature, or even that there is a shed nearby where they can wait out the storm. Handy? Yes, because it means he can probably get them out alive; but terribly frustrating because he can't quite match the riot of his emotions to with the empty spaces in his memory.
Who is this irritating, bull-headed girl? Rui had already denied any romantic ties to her, though it is plain as day to Domyouji that she matters a great deal to his childhood friend. Who is she to stand so solidly in the midst of his friends as though she were one of them? What does she know about what he cannot remember? How does she fit into his otherwise ordered world?
He shakes her awake, his voice hoarse from shouting over the howling wind and he feels his heart skip a beat when she does finally open her eyes.
Makino shoves her half-eaten mocchi into Domyouji's mouth, effectively cutting off his uproarious laughter at the sight of his three closest friends.
Though she herself admits that the sight of the three remaining F4 boys dressed as a reindeer, a snow man and on elf (okay, so that costume didn't look bad at all on Hanazawa Rui) are amusing, she can't help but feel a little guilty that they have to look like this at Okami-san's Sweet Shop all because of her.
Pre/Post Canon
It is during his first time accompanying-Makino-to-the-local-grocery-store-as-her-husband that Domyouji finds himself filled with a new kind of awe.
He has no idea how she knows which aisle she needs to go to to get which of the many choices available she has to get (the household help did all of that, it really wasn't any of his concern as long as dinner was spectacular and prepared on time), but Makino does it with seamless efficiency that makes him grin and puff out his chest in pride. This is The Girl He Chose, after all.
His one complaint though, is that she seems to stingy in the amount of groceries she tosses into the push cart he wrested from her after declaring loudly at the entrance that this kind of manual labor was Man's Work.
He realizes it might be because she is still so used to living in poverty and that she is not yet used to thinking of his money as hers.
(They'd gotten into a shouting match over that just the other night and he'd ended up sleeping alone in bed, while she'd insisted on rooming in that storage closet she used to room in that one time she'd been a maid under his employ.)
So when she isn't looking, he quadruples the amount of whatever it is she's put in the cart and smirks to himself that if she even thinks to protest at the counter, all he has to do is to wave his card at the clerk and that will be that, no more questions asked.
Hurt/Comfort
He isn't sure why it is that the first feeling that knifes through him at the sight of her lying still in the snow is despair.
Who is she to make him feel this way, Domyouji thinks, even as he quickly dismounts the already shuddering snow mobile to rush over and check her wrist for a pulse.
It is frustrating to know that he remembers things like checking to see the hue of her lips for early onset hypothermia, how the bike is already a lost cause, its engine possibly frozen over by the dropping temperature, or even that there is a shed nearby where they can wait out the storm. Handy? Yes, because it means he can probably get them out alive; but terribly frustrating because he can't quite match the riot of his emotions to with the empty spaces in his memory.
Who is this irritating, bull-headed girl? Rui had already denied any romantic ties to her, though it is plain as day to Domyouji that she matters a great deal to his childhood friend. Who is she to stand so solidly in the midst of his friends as though she were one of them? What does she know about what he cannot remember? How does she fit into his otherwise ordered world?
He shakes her awake, his voice hoarse from shouting over the howling wind and he feels his heart skip a beat when she does finally open her eyes.
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