[drabbles] For Jewelieishness
While Marui had always liked sweets of any kind, Jiroh only liked certain ones.
Marui liked green apple bubble gum, but Jiroh didn’t like its taste. Sure, the strawberry blond bought many packages of said gum, but he never ate them himself. He gave them all to his idol (to which Marui had gladly accepted).
Whenever Marui offered him a stick from the package of green colored gum, Jiroh told himself to bear with it. For Marui-kun, he said to himself.
He never saw the adoring expression that Marui had whenever he watched Jiroh scrunch his face at the gum.
-x-
One day, Marui thought as he wiggled his hands, he would get be clever enough to escape Jiroh’s little traps that the boy set in order to fanboy over him. The red-head stretched his head back to look at the device that were holding his hands together around a pole.
A pink handcuff. Of all things.
The tensai stared at Jiroh’s sleeping figure on the couch and sighed. Looked like he would have to wait another few hours to convince the sleeping blond to let him go. He could only hope that his teammates wouldn’t team up on him again.
-x-
One thing that Marui didn’t like, Jiroh knew, was being touched on the chest. Of course, many people did not know the fact, and Marui liked it kept that way in case someone decided to touch his collarbone whenever possible just to torture him. Jiroh only knew because he had tried to glomp the tensai from behind once, only to have the boy jump away from him, screaming.
Apparently, Marui Bunta was ticklish. Especially on his collarbone.
It was a fact Jiroh enjoyed knowing and using to his advantage. Even someone who slept a lot needed to have his fun.
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Off to sleep now. -yawns-
Marui liked green apple bubble gum, but Jiroh didn’t like its taste. Sure, the strawberry blond bought many packages of said gum, but he never ate them himself. He gave them all to his idol (to which Marui had gladly accepted).
Whenever Marui offered him a stick from the package of green colored gum, Jiroh told himself to bear with it. For Marui-kun, he said to himself.
He never saw the adoring expression that Marui had whenever he watched Jiroh scrunch his face at the gum.
-x-
One day, Marui thought as he wiggled his hands, he would get be clever enough to escape Jiroh’s little traps that the boy set in order to fanboy over him. The red-head stretched his head back to look at the device that were holding his hands together around a pole.
A pink handcuff. Of all things.
The tensai stared at Jiroh’s sleeping figure on the couch and sighed. Looked like he would have to wait another few hours to convince the sleeping blond to let him go. He could only hope that his teammates wouldn’t team up on him again.
-x-
One thing that Marui didn’t like, Jiroh knew, was being touched on the chest. Of course, many people did not know the fact, and Marui liked it kept that way in case someone decided to touch his collarbone whenever possible just to torture him. Jiroh only knew because he had tried to glomp the tensai from behind once, only to have the boy jump away from him, screaming.
Apparently, Marui Bunta was ticklish. Especially on his collarbone.
It was a fact Jiroh enjoyed knowing and using to his advantage. Even someone who slept a lot needed to have his fun.
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Off to sleep now. -yawns-