Bleach Drabble (359-361)
SO SLEEPY. -_-;;
359.
Title: Eleventh Division- Adventures in Babysitting Part 3: Iba
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: Yachiru, Iba, Shuuhei
Word Count: 810
Warning/s: No spoilers I can think of.
Summary: Sequel to #356 (Eleventh Division- Adventures in Babysitting Part 2: Yumichika)- Iba’s turn to watch over his vice-captain. Sort-of.
Dedication: Jeina- Ahhh, thank you for letting me see your wonderful art again! It’s always so beautiful. ^^
A/N: Fridays are UGH days for me, so I decided to come back and write more random stuff that isn’t even on my list because I just wanted to amuse myself. ^^;; I should do something productive, or something. *sigh*
“All I’m sayin’,” Iba complained, “is that someone who needs ta be babysat ain’t got no right to be a vice-captain.”
Shuuhei chanced a glance at said vice-captain, who was happily climbing a nearby tree in pursuit of a rather frightened looking squirrel.
“Well, at least your captain’s letting you have some responsibility?” he offered, trying to find something that would comfort his best friend. “My captain has all the new recruits… mopping floors.” He sighed.
Iba had to admit that the eleventh division did give a man a lot of upward mobility opportunities compared to other divisions, what with the only prerequisite to becoming a seat being “beat up the guy whose job ya want.” He’d gotten all the way up to an officer position after only a month of being in the ranks.
But at the same time, the fact that seated officers had to take turns babysitting the vice-captain was a little bit bad for morale.
Mostly, he thought it was the fact that his second seat needed a babysitter in the first place.
“Well, I suppose our division’s got its ups and downs,” Iba relented after a while. “But still…” he gestured vaguely to the little girl, who now had that frightened looking squirrel in-between her hands.
“Um…maybe we better not let her play with that,” Shuuhei offered, staring. “Those things have diseases, don’t they?”
Iba snorted. “Only thing that needs to be worryin’ ‘bout anythin’ is that squirrel, you ask me.”
Yachiru bounded up to the duo then, squirrel clamped firmly in her grasp. “Lookie!”
“Er, that’s real nice there, fukutaichou,” Iba responded evenly.
She smiled and gave it to Shuuhei. “Present for Squinty-Eyes!”
Blinking, Hisagi took it, only because he didn’t know how to say “no thanks” to such an ardent declaration. He was also trying to wrap his mind around “Squinty-Eyes”.
The squirrel twitched in his hold and Yachiru shot off again.
“Um…maybe we should take her away from here?” Shuuhei suggested after a moment, looking down at the poor animal resting on his palms.
“The hell with that. Last time I took her out to some place with other people around she dashed off’n I spent four hours lookin’ for her. Least here ain’t got nothin’ that can obstruct my view of her, she decides to run off again.”
“But… isn’t it a little dangerous to be out in the open like this?” Shuuhei posed. ‘I mean, your whole division got called out all of a sudden today because intelligence found a Hollow nest, didn’t it?” Shuuhei looked around. “There could be…things on the prowl.” Remembering himself then, Hisagi put the squirrel down, expecting it to run off.
It twitched some more.
He poked at it, earning a despondent “squeak,” but no further movement.
Iba snorted at his friend’s assessment and stretched, looking up at the sky. He was determined to at least enjoy the good weather and rare free time while he was on this ridiculous assignment. “Ain’t no Hollows here, stupid. They’da already blocked this area off if there was, wouldn’t they?”
“Still. It might not be safe for a little girl to just be playing around like this when at any moment a….”
Yachiru came darting back towards them again, this time with something much bigger clutched in her hands.
“Stupid-Glasses!” she cried, looking ecstatic. “Present for you!”
She thrust the still quivering Hollow at Tetsuzaemon and beamed.
Iba and Shuuhei stared.
The monster twitched.
Bled a little on the floor.
“Present!” she insisted, growing impatient when Iba didn’t take it right away.
“Er…that’s uh…that’s real nice there, fukutaichou. Er… thanks.”
He took it.
The Hollow shuddered. Rasped, “…kill…me.”
Yachiru squealed happily and zoomed off again, in search of more adventures in the great outdoors.
Shuuhei and Iba looked at each other then, before turning to the twitching squirrel.
And then the twitching Hollow.
“So…” Shuuhei started, blinking. “You were um… saying something?”
“Er…” Iba stood, drawing his sword. “Well… the eleventh division has the strongest captain and vice-captain in the whole court, is what I meant to say,” he amended after a moment, stabbing the shaking beast in the eye and blissfully putting it out of its misery.
He sat back down. “Even if fukutaichou needs a little lookin’ after every now’n again. Er, don’t mean she ain’t capable at doin’ her job, ya know.”
“Huh,” Shuuhei grunted, poking a bit at the squirrel again. “Um… that was a little scary just now.”
Iba crossed his arms and turned his face up towards the sunlight, still determined to enjoy the nice weather and the free time while he could. “Yeah. Little bit.”
“Imagine twenty years from now…”
“Don’t,” Iba interrupted, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath of nice, fresh air. “Just… don’t think about it.”
“Huh.” Pause. “So…whadya think she’s gonna bring back next?”
Iba twitched.
END
360.
Title: Triple Date
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: ShuuheixYumichika, IkkakuxKira, RenjixByakuya
Word Count: 537
Warning/s: OOCness and um, imaginary seireitei karaoke bars. ^^;;
Summary: Loosely related to #310 (Group Date)- Beautiful men with beautiful voices.
Dedication: k_shi- this is your fault. THEY SING LIKE SEX.
A/N: So… Byakuya and Hisagi’s seiyuu are amazing. I know a lot of seiyuu sing passably, but seriously. These two sing like sex. I nearly had a heart attack listening. I MEAN, HOLY HELL. <3
“Karaoke!” Yumichika proclaimed enthusiastically. “Let’s do that tonight, ne?”
At the suggestion, Ikkaku grinned and swatted playfully at Kira’s ass. “Sounds good to me.”
Renji looked at his captain. “How’s that sound then?”
“I don’t sing,” Byakuya announced. Then, “Though, I suppose I don’t mind watching.”
Yumi smiled. “Everyone sings!”
Renji rolled his eyes. “You just wanna make senpai sing to you again, ya shameless asshole.”
The fifth chair nodded, unfazed at Renji’s accusation. Mostly because it was true. “I like listening to him sing,” Ayasegawa clarified, gleefully latching onto his lover’s arm. “Besides, Shuuhei is very good at it.”
“Um…” Shuuhei blushed. “I’m not…”
“Che, he’s okay, but not as good as Izuru,” Ikkaku insisted, slinging his arm over the blonde’s shoulder and causing him to go slightly pink.
Renji sighed and turned to Byakuya as the other two couples got into another one of their bragging rights wars, leaning over to his captain and murmuring, “S’okay taichou, they won’t let me sing on account of me bein’ so bad, so we can be musically un-inclined together, huh?”
Byakuya frowned. “You do sing horribly.”
Renji winced, sheepish. “Yeah well… how ‘bout you? Bad too, or just never tried?”
“Singing is for street performers and desperate whores,” Byakuya told him, voice quiet. “As I was told.”
“As you were told, huh?” Renji murmured, thoughtful. “Well uh… that ain’t exactly right, you know.” Pause. “Say… you could give it a try? Just to see?”
Byakuya eyed the younger man, and couldn’t help but be taken in by how eager he seemed at the thought. “Why?”
Renji looked away then, face turning a bit red at the inquiry. “Uh, ‘s just… well, I thought it wouldn’t be so bad to get to hear ya do it, is all,” he admitted. “No matter how ya sound,” he added, quickly.
The nobleman turned wry. “A lover’s pride?”
Renji chuckled back, still slightly pink-faced. “Yeah. Somethin’ like that.”
Byakuya sighed. Stood up a little straighter and moved past of his vice-captain. “Very well.”
The redhead stared after him. “What… really?”
“I said I would, didn’t I?”
The younger man grinned and hurried to catch up.
Later, as everyone witnessed for the first time, Kuchiki Byakuya’s singing voice, they couldn’t help but stare in awe.
“Wow,” Yumichika marveled, hand fluttering just over his chest as he listened. “He really is good at everything.”
“Mmmm,” Kira agreed absently, cheeks vaguely flushed.
Shuuhei and Ikkaku might have been jealous, except that their reactions weren’t all that far off from those of their lovers.
At the impressed expressions of his cohorts, Renji couldn’t help but spread languidly into his seat and grin to himself, broadly. “Easy there boys,” he warned, teasing. “That one’s mine.”
Sipping his drink, the redhead didn’t even try to wipe the smug expression off of his face.
Truth be told, it was nice to finally win one.
Especially against the likes of Shuuhei and Yumichika, the bastards.
Then, out of nowhere, came: “Well, I suppose it’s only fair that he sings so well. Someone has to balance you out, considering how horrible you are, Renji.”
Dammit.
The redhead sighed.
Sometimes, for just a split second, he forgot about Yumichika.
It never lasted.
END
361.
Title: With This Ring
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: GanjyuxHanatarou, Kuukaku
Word Count: 667
Warning/s: Spoilers for the Shiba back story, but nothing big I suppose.
Summary: Sequel to #353 (Niisan’s Gift)- Ganjyu takes the lessons he learned to heart.
Dedication: jen- hope your stomach is feeling better after last night! Also, sophiap, because this should have been her bleach_exchange extra, but I started it and got another idea all of a sudden, so it might be a spell before she gets to see it. ^^;;
A/N: I should be doing homework. But I’m tired and all I really feel like doing is writing. -_-;; I’m so screwed for class.
He remembers how his niisan had told him, a long time ago, how it was possible to just bring another person into their family, just like that. Miyako-neesan had clarified all the other things that were necessary of course, but Ganjyu’s sure-pretty sure anyway-that he’s already taken care of those other parts. First, before anything else, like neesan had told him those many years ago.
Now it’s just that last part he has to take care of.
His palms are sweaty and Hanatarou notices right away that something’s off about the larger man today, though the little shinigami only furrows his brow in concern and doesn’t push the subject right off, because he knows that Ganjyu hates that.
Knows that the other man will work the parts out he can by himself and come to Hanatarou about it after that if he still needs it, because that’s how Ganjyu is.
Hanatarou knows that’s the way Ganjyu works.
Hanatarou knows a lot of things about him, he thinks. Everything important anyway, and that’s part of the reason why he knows those other things Miyako-neesan had always been telling him about are already taken care of.
It’s just that other thing left, now.
Niisan’s thing.
There’s a ring box burning a hole in Ganjyu’s pocket and a question he’s going to ask tonight that will change their family again-if everything goes well, that is- and he can’t help but be a little bit nervous about what it all means.
It’s his turn to bring in someone new (admittedly a brother this time), and he hopes his neesan doesn’t mind, that she’ll take to Hanatarou joining the family like she took to Miyako-neesan.
Hanatarou’s nothing like Miyako, nothing like Kaien, really, but he’s someone important to Ganjyu who he wants in his life for however long it may last. Maybe he’s being a little bit more selfish than his niisan was, because he doesn’t think Hanatarou can fill one of the roles for Kuukaku that’s been taken away from her, but Ganjyu thinks that making a completely new one won’t be all that bad either.
A new little brother, another one who can be a part of their little family and hopefully, make it even brighter just by being there. Like Miyako-neesan did, even in her short time with them.
Sheepishly, Ganjyu realizes he’s a bit ahead of himself.
The box is still in his pocket after all.
“Hey…Hana,” he starts, licking his lips anxiously.
“Yes?” Hanatarou responds, reading into Ganjyu’s nervousness and feeling it a little as well. “Is…um, is something wrong?”
“No, nothing’s wrong,” Ganjyu assures him, quickly. Maybe a little too quickly, because Hanatarou blinks at him and grows just that much more worried.
“G-ganyju?”
“Nothing’s wrong, really,” he repeats, fumbling with his pocket and managing (on the third try) to take the box out. He clasps it in his palm so that the other boy can’t see it, not right off. “Um…I uh…I got somethin’ to ask you,” he starts, trying to keep his voice level.
It doesn’t work so well. “Are you okay? You look pale…” Hanatarou fusses, moving forward to touch the larger man’s face, to check for some sort of illness.
Ganjyu takes a step back, out of reach, because he knows if Hanatarou touches him right now he won’t get to say what he needs to say. “Uh…just uh, just hold on, a sec, now,” he starts. “I’m fine. I’m fine. Uh… don’t freak out just yet, okay?”
Hanatarou swallows. “Just…yet?”
“Well, don’t freak out at all,” Ganjyu corrects, feeling stupid. “Um… here…” he opens up his fist then, and the box is sitting there, looking great even though his hands are sweaty and he’s an awkward, muttering idiot.
Yamada’s eyes go wide. “G-ganjyu…that’s…that’s a…”
“Don’t freak out!” Ganjyu says, quickly, locking his gaze with Hanatarou’s. “Don’t freak out, okay? Just um… just…” Slowly, without breaking eye contact, Ganjyu feels himself get on his knees. He swallows. “Just….say yes?”
END
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359.
Title: Eleventh Division- Adventures in Babysitting Part 3: Iba
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: Yachiru, Iba, Shuuhei
Word Count: 810
Warning/s: No spoilers I can think of.
Summary: Sequel to #356 (Eleventh Division- Adventures in Babysitting Part 2: Yumichika)- Iba’s turn to watch over his vice-captain. Sort-of.
Dedication: Jeina- Ahhh, thank you for letting me see your wonderful art again! It’s always so beautiful. ^^
A/N: Fridays are UGH days for me, so I decided to come back and write more random stuff that isn’t even on my list because I just wanted to amuse myself. ^^;; I should do something productive, or something. *sigh*
“All I’m sayin’,” Iba complained, “is that someone who needs ta be babysat ain’t got no right to be a vice-captain.”
Shuuhei chanced a glance at said vice-captain, who was happily climbing a nearby tree in pursuit of a rather frightened looking squirrel.
“Well, at least your captain’s letting you have some responsibility?” he offered, trying to find something that would comfort his best friend. “My captain has all the new recruits… mopping floors.” He sighed.
Iba had to admit that the eleventh division did give a man a lot of upward mobility opportunities compared to other divisions, what with the only prerequisite to becoming a seat being “beat up the guy whose job ya want.” He’d gotten all the way up to an officer position after only a month of being in the ranks.
But at the same time, the fact that seated officers had to take turns babysitting the vice-captain was a little bit bad for morale.
Mostly, he thought it was the fact that his second seat needed a babysitter in the first place.
“Well, I suppose our division’s got its ups and downs,” Iba relented after a while. “But still…” he gestured vaguely to the little girl, who now had that frightened looking squirrel in-between her hands.
“Um…maybe we better not let her play with that,” Shuuhei offered, staring. “Those things have diseases, don’t they?”
Iba snorted. “Only thing that needs to be worryin’ ‘bout anythin’ is that squirrel, you ask me.”
Yachiru bounded up to the duo then, squirrel clamped firmly in her grasp. “Lookie!”
“Er, that’s real nice there, fukutaichou,” Iba responded evenly.
She smiled and gave it to Shuuhei. “Present for Squinty-Eyes!”
Blinking, Hisagi took it, only because he didn’t know how to say “no thanks” to such an ardent declaration. He was also trying to wrap his mind around “Squinty-Eyes”.
The squirrel twitched in his hold and Yachiru shot off again.
“Um…maybe we should take her away from here?” Shuuhei suggested after a moment, looking down at the poor animal resting on his palms.
“The hell with that. Last time I took her out to some place with other people around she dashed off’n I spent four hours lookin’ for her. Least here ain’t got nothin’ that can obstruct my view of her, she decides to run off again.”
“But… isn’t it a little dangerous to be out in the open like this?” Shuuhei posed. ‘I mean, your whole division got called out all of a sudden today because intelligence found a Hollow nest, didn’t it?” Shuuhei looked around. “There could be…things on the prowl.” Remembering himself then, Hisagi put the squirrel down, expecting it to run off.
It twitched some more.
He poked at it, earning a despondent “squeak,” but no further movement.
Iba snorted at his friend’s assessment and stretched, looking up at the sky. He was determined to at least enjoy the good weather and rare free time while he was on this ridiculous assignment. “Ain’t no Hollows here, stupid. They’da already blocked this area off if there was, wouldn’t they?”
“Still. It might not be safe for a little girl to just be playing around like this when at any moment a….”
Yachiru came darting back towards them again, this time with something much bigger clutched in her hands.
“Stupid-Glasses!” she cried, looking ecstatic. “Present for you!”
She thrust the still quivering Hollow at Tetsuzaemon and beamed.
Iba and Shuuhei stared.
The monster twitched.
Bled a little on the floor.
“Present!” she insisted, growing impatient when Iba didn’t take it right away.
“Er…that’s uh…that’s real nice there, fukutaichou. Er… thanks.”
He took it.
The Hollow shuddered. Rasped, “…kill…me.”
Yachiru squealed happily and zoomed off again, in search of more adventures in the great outdoors.
Shuuhei and Iba looked at each other then, before turning to the twitching squirrel.
And then the twitching Hollow.
“So…” Shuuhei started, blinking. “You were um… saying something?”
“Er…” Iba stood, drawing his sword. “Well… the eleventh division has the strongest captain and vice-captain in the whole court, is what I meant to say,” he amended after a moment, stabbing the shaking beast in the eye and blissfully putting it out of its misery.
He sat back down. “Even if fukutaichou needs a little lookin’ after every now’n again. Er, don’t mean she ain’t capable at doin’ her job, ya know.”
“Huh,” Shuuhei grunted, poking a bit at the squirrel again. “Um… that was a little scary just now.”
Iba crossed his arms and turned his face up towards the sunlight, still determined to enjoy the nice weather and the free time while he could. “Yeah. Little bit.”
“Imagine twenty years from now…”
“Don’t,” Iba interrupted, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath of nice, fresh air. “Just… don’t think about it.”
“Huh.” Pause. “So…whadya think she’s gonna bring back next?”
Iba twitched.
END
360.
Title: Triple Date
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: ShuuheixYumichika, IkkakuxKira, RenjixByakuya
Word Count: 537
Warning/s: OOCness and um, imaginary seireitei karaoke bars. ^^;;
Summary: Loosely related to #310 (Group Date)- Beautiful men with beautiful voices.
Dedication: k_shi- this is your fault. THEY SING LIKE SEX.
A/N: So… Byakuya and Hisagi’s seiyuu are amazing. I know a lot of seiyuu sing passably, but seriously. These two sing like sex. I nearly had a heart attack listening. I MEAN, HOLY HELL. <3
“Karaoke!” Yumichika proclaimed enthusiastically. “Let’s do that tonight, ne?”
At the suggestion, Ikkaku grinned and swatted playfully at Kira’s ass. “Sounds good to me.”
Renji looked at his captain. “How’s that sound then?”
“I don’t sing,” Byakuya announced. Then, “Though, I suppose I don’t mind watching.”
Yumi smiled. “Everyone sings!”
Renji rolled his eyes. “You just wanna make senpai sing to you again, ya shameless asshole.”
The fifth chair nodded, unfazed at Renji’s accusation. Mostly because it was true. “I like listening to him sing,” Ayasegawa clarified, gleefully latching onto his lover’s arm. “Besides, Shuuhei is very good at it.”
“Um…” Shuuhei blushed. “I’m not…”
“Che, he’s okay, but not as good as Izuru,” Ikkaku insisted, slinging his arm over the blonde’s shoulder and causing him to go slightly pink.
Renji sighed and turned to Byakuya as the other two couples got into another one of their bragging rights wars, leaning over to his captain and murmuring, “S’okay taichou, they won’t let me sing on account of me bein’ so bad, so we can be musically un-inclined together, huh?”
Byakuya frowned. “You do sing horribly.”
Renji winced, sheepish. “Yeah well… how ‘bout you? Bad too, or just never tried?”
“Singing is for street performers and desperate whores,” Byakuya told him, voice quiet. “As I was told.”
“As you were told, huh?” Renji murmured, thoughtful. “Well uh… that ain’t exactly right, you know.” Pause. “Say… you could give it a try? Just to see?”
Byakuya eyed the younger man, and couldn’t help but be taken in by how eager he seemed at the thought. “Why?”
Renji looked away then, face turning a bit red at the inquiry. “Uh, ‘s just… well, I thought it wouldn’t be so bad to get to hear ya do it, is all,” he admitted. “No matter how ya sound,” he added, quickly.
The nobleman turned wry. “A lover’s pride?”
Renji chuckled back, still slightly pink-faced. “Yeah. Somethin’ like that.”
Byakuya sighed. Stood up a little straighter and moved past of his vice-captain. “Very well.”
The redhead stared after him. “What… really?”
“I said I would, didn’t I?”
The younger man grinned and hurried to catch up.
Later, as everyone witnessed for the first time, Kuchiki Byakuya’s singing voice, they couldn’t help but stare in awe.
“Wow,” Yumichika marveled, hand fluttering just over his chest as he listened. “He really is good at everything.”
“Mmmm,” Kira agreed absently, cheeks vaguely flushed.
Shuuhei and Ikkaku might have been jealous, except that their reactions weren’t all that far off from those of their lovers.
At the impressed expressions of his cohorts, Renji couldn’t help but spread languidly into his seat and grin to himself, broadly. “Easy there boys,” he warned, teasing. “That one’s mine.”
Sipping his drink, the redhead didn’t even try to wipe the smug expression off of his face.
Truth be told, it was nice to finally win one.
Especially against the likes of Shuuhei and Yumichika, the bastards.
Then, out of nowhere, came: “Well, I suppose it’s only fair that he sings so well. Someone has to balance you out, considering how horrible you are, Renji.”
Dammit.
The redhead sighed.
Sometimes, for just a split second, he forgot about Yumichika.
It never lasted.
END
361.
Title: With This Ring
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: GanjyuxHanatarou, Kuukaku
Word Count: 667
Warning/s: Spoilers for the Shiba back story, but nothing big I suppose.
Summary: Sequel to #353 (Niisan’s Gift)- Ganjyu takes the lessons he learned to heart.
Dedication: jen- hope your stomach is feeling better after last night! Also, sophiap, because this should have been her bleach_exchange extra, but I started it and got another idea all of a sudden, so it might be a spell before she gets to see it. ^^;;
A/N: I should be doing homework. But I’m tired and all I really feel like doing is writing. -_-;; I’m so screwed for class.
He remembers how his niisan had told him, a long time ago, how it was possible to just bring another person into their family, just like that. Miyako-neesan had clarified all the other things that were necessary of course, but Ganjyu’s sure-pretty sure anyway-that he’s already taken care of those other parts. First, before anything else, like neesan had told him those many years ago.
Now it’s just that last part he has to take care of.
His palms are sweaty and Hanatarou notices right away that something’s off about the larger man today, though the little shinigami only furrows his brow in concern and doesn’t push the subject right off, because he knows that Ganjyu hates that.
Knows that the other man will work the parts out he can by himself and come to Hanatarou about it after that if he still needs it, because that’s how Ganjyu is.
Hanatarou knows that’s the way Ganjyu works.
Hanatarou knows a lot of things about him, he thinks. Everything important anyway, and that’s part of the reason why he knows those other things Miyako-neesan had always been telling him about are already taken care of.
It’s just that other thing left, now.
Niisan’s thing.
There’s a ring box burning a hole in Ganjyu’s pocket and a question he’s going to ask tonight that will change their family again-if everything goes well, that is- and he can’t help but be a little bit nervous about what it all means.
It’s his turn to bring in someone new (admittedly a brother this time), and he hopes his neesan doesn’t mind, that she’ll take to Hanatarou joining the family like she took to Miyako-neesan.
Hanatarou’s nothing like Miyako, nothing like Kaien, really, but he’s someone important to Ganjyu who he wants in his life for however long it may last. Maybe he’s being a little bit more selfish than his niisan was, because he doesn’t think Hanatarou can fill one of the roles for Kuukaku that’s been taken away from her, but Ganjyu thinks that making a completely new one won’t be all that bad either.
A new little brother, another one who can be a part of their little family and hopefully, make it even brighter just by being there. Like Miyako-neesan did, even in her short time with them.
Sheepishly, Ganjyu realizes he’s a bit ahead of himself.
The box is still in his pocket after all.
“Hey…Hana,” he starts, licking his lips anxiously.
“Yes?” Hanatarou responds, reading into Ganjyu’s nervousness and feeling it a little as well. “Is…um, is something wrong?”
“No, nothing’s wrong,” Ganjyu assures him, quickly. Maybe a little too quickly, because Hanatarou blinks at him and grows just that much more worried.
“G-ganyju?”
“Nothing’s wrong, really,” he repeats, fumbling with his pocket and managing (on the third try) to take the box out. He clasps it in his palm so that the other boy can’t see it, not right off. “Um…I uh…I got somethin’ to ask you,” he starts, trying to keep his voice level.
It doesn’t work so well. “Are you okay? You look pale…” Hanatarou fusses, moving forward to touch the larger man’s face, to check for some sort of illness.
Ganjyu takes a step back, out of reach, because he knows if Hanatarou touches him right now he won’t get to say what he needs to say. “Uh…just uh, just hold on, a sec, now,” he starts. “I’m fine. I’m fine. Uh… don’t freak out just yet, okay?”
Hanatarou swallows. “Just…yet?”
“Well, don’t freak out at all,” Ganjyu corrects, feeling stupid. “Um… here…” he opens up his fist then, and the box is sitting there, looking great even though his hands are sweaty and he’s an awkward, muttering idiot.
Yamada’s eyes go wide. “G-ganjyu…that’s…that’s a…”
“Don’t freak out!” Ganjyu says, quickly, locking his gaze with Hanatarou’s. “Don’t freak out, okay? Just um… just…” Slowly, without breaking eye contact, Ganjyu feels himself get on his knees. He swallows. “Just….say yes?”
END
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