Tenipuri drabbles: Hyotei.
Three, winter drabbles, un-beta, lots of spelling mistakes probably P:
1.
Shishido didn’t like winter.
He couldn’t play tennis, he had to spend more time inside, which was annoying, he had to come home faster because it was getting dark pretty quickly, and his mother was always worried, and could easily make him feel guilty (and end scrubbing the floors or washing the dishes).
Ootori snuggled closer a little shyly, under the blanket they were sitting together.
But…sometimes it was ok, not to play tennis, stay inside, and come home faster. Especially if you had a mug of hot chocolate and someone to keep you warm.
2.
“Atobeeeee, let’s make a snowman!”
The Hyotei prince looked over his book.
“Why do you want to make a snowman?" he asked, turning another page. The blond rolled his eyes and sat on his heels on a massive bed.
“Cause, I’m booored. Besides it’s the first snow! You have to make a first snowman from the first snow!” The boy bounced on his heels. Atobe eyed him for a moment. Sighing he put his book away.
“Fine, but if you somehow make my hair wet, I’ll…” he was cut off by warm mouth pressed quickly over his.
“THANK YOU!” the blond cheered, and run of to the hall to put his shoes, almost falling over on his face.
Atobe snorted. “Little goof” he murmured to himself, and went after Jirou.
*****
“Jirou, what did I say about my hair?”
“I believe you didn’t finish your sentence~~” a snow ball his the blond square in the face.
“Ore-sama no bigi ni yoi na!”
Jirou burst out laughing.
3.
Oshitari Yuushi knew how to look good. Either it was tennis practice, normal day at school, an official party he attended with his parents. It didn’t matter if it was summer, spring, autumn or winter. Day or night.
“Yuushi!”
“Yes Gakuto?”
“Take that thing off your head.”
Oshitari blinked. Gakuto made a disapproving face.
“You don’t look good in a beanie.”
“It’s not for fashion. It is simply to prevent me from catching a cold. Do you want me to catch a cold Gakuto?”
“Of course not! But can you think of something else? You’re the genius here.”
Oshitari sighed. This was getting ridiculous. He didn’t feel like listening to Gakutos whining.
“..and you also should change-“ the smaller boy was cut of when something covered his eyes. When he gained his vision back, Oshitari was beanieless and his dark hair was decorated with white snowflakes.
“Better?” the genius asked. He received a grin as a reply.
****
“Achoo!”
“Yuushi I told you to wear warm clothes!”
1.
Shishido didn’t like winter.
He couldn’t play tennis, he had to spend more time inside, which was annoying, he had to come home faster because it was getting dark pretty quickly, and his mother was always worried, and could easily make him feel guilty (and end scrubbing the floors or washing the dishes).
Ootori snuggled closer a little shyly, under the blanket they were sitting together.
But…sometimes it was ok, not to play tennis, stay inside, and come home faster. Especially if you had a mug of hot chocolate and someone to keep you warm.
2.
“Atobeeeee, let’s make a snowman!”
The Hyotei prince looked over his book.
“Why do you want to make a snowman?" he asked, turning another page. The blond rolled his eyes and sat on his heels on a massive bed.
“Cause, I’m booored. Besides it’s the first snow! You have to make a first snowman from the first snow!” The boy bounced on his heels. Atobe eyed him for a moment. Sighing he put his book away.
“Fine, but if you somehow make my hair wet, I’ll…” he was cut off by warm mouth pressed quickly over his.
“THANK YOU!” the blond cheered, and run of to the hall to put his shoes, almost falling over on his face.
Atobe snorted. “Little goof” he murmured to himself, and went after Jirou.
*****
“Jirou, what did I say about my hair?”
“I believe you didn’t finish your sentence~~” a snow ball his the blond square in the face.
“Ore-sama no bigi ni yoi na!”
Jirou burst out laughing.
3.
Oshitari Yuushi knew how to look good. Either it was tennis practice, normal day at school, an official party he attended with his parents. It didn’t matter if it was summer, spring, autumn or winter. Day or night.
“Yuushi!”
“Yes Gakuto?”
“Take that thing off your head.”
Oshitari blinked. Gakuto made a disapproving face.
“You don’t look good in a beanie.”
“It’s not for fashion. It is simply to prevent me from catching a cold. Do you want me to catch a cold Gakuto?”
“Of course not! But can you think of something else? You’re the genius here.”
Oshitari sighed. This was getting ridiculous. He didn’t feel like listening to Gakutos whining.
“..and you also should change-“ the smaller boy was cut of when something covered his eyes. When he gained his vision back, Oshitari was beanieless and his dark hair was decorated with white snowflakes.
“Better?” the genius asked. He received a grin as a reply.
****
“Achoo!”
“Yuushi I told you to wear warm clothes!”