fanfiction:kuragehime
routine
Character/Pairing: Kuranosuke/Tsukimi
This is their twenty third fashion show but Tsukimi insists on being stubborn. She's gained some confidence and she can actually talk to 'stylish' people now but she still refuses to introduce herself as the designer at the end of every show.
He's heard every excuse from "I'm not the only one who deserves credit!" to "Please, no, my stomach hurts."
Kuraonosuke ignores every excuse and would, without fail, bodily drag her to the runway. Tsukimi is usually too tired to argue at the end of their shows so he usually succeeds.
He engulfs her right hand with his left and pulls her along to bask in the praise of their adoring public. He looks straight ahead, head held high, with a small smile on his lips. He doesn't need to look at his side to know that Tsukimi is bright red and smiling tremulously, bowing in thanks to the praises and encouragement thrown their way.
They walk the entire length of the runway together, hand in hand. In fact, they walk the length of the runway together, hand in hand at every show. So by now, he is quite familiar with the minute details of Tsukimi's hands. The calluses her fingers, the deplorable state of her nails, and the fact that her hands still shake from nervousness.
They return backstage to more congratulations from the models, the rest of the staff, and the Amars.
Kuranosuke still holds Tsukimi's hands in his until she stops shaking.
And sometimes he quite forgets to let go altogether.
Character/Pairing: Kuranosuke/Tsukimi
This is their twenty third fashion show but Tsukimi insists on being stubborn. She's gained some confidence and she can actually talk to 'stylish' people now but she still refuses to introduce herself as the designer at the end of every show.
He's heard every excuse from "I'm not the only one who deserves credit!" to "Please, no, my stomach hurts."
Kuraonosuke ignores every excuse and would, without fail, bodily drag her to the runway. Tsukimi is usually too tired to argue at the end of their shows so he usually succeeds.
He engulfs her right hand with his left and pulls her along to bask in the praise of their adoring public. He looks straight ahead, head held high, with a small smile on his lips. He doesn't need to look at his side to know that Tsukimi is bright red and smiling tremulously, bowing in thanks to the praises and encouragement thrown their way.
They walk the entire length of the runway together, hand in hand. In fact, they walk the length of the runway together, hand in hand at every show. So by now, he is quite familiar with the minute details of Tsukimi's hands. The calluses her fingers, the deplorable state of her nails, and the fact that her hands still shake from nervousness.
They return backstage to more congratulations from the models, the rest of the staff, and the Amars.
Kuranosuke still holds Tsukimi's hands in his until she stops shaking.
And sometimes he quite forgets to let go altogether.