krf | tomoryusei
title: untitled
pairing(s): sakuta ryusei/nozama tomoko
rating: g
summary: when gentarou plans for a barbecue.
notes: short drabble inspired by this. a tribute for yatsuiko_chan
Ryusei frowns at the small, rectangular note in his hand - a list of ingredients needed for yakiniku.
"Why am I getting this responsibility?" he sighs, ignoring the fact that he wasn't assigned with this task alone.
"Ryusei-san." head lifted up, the ex-Subaruboshi student turns around and that's all it takes for him to witness the smoldering, black smoke enveloping her short figure.
Nozama Tomoko had stopped walking, her fullest attention plastered against a particular dim store that - as Ryusei expected - sells a lot, or if not, too many weird things. Ryusei could never understand why would a girl like her be interested in all the bizarre things such as skulls, cocoons or even voodoo dolls. Then again, this is Tomoko he's talking about - the Nozama Tomoko that, unfortunately, has the ability to read his mind. (Black magic? No, Ryusei doesn't even want to think about it)
"You must be thinking I'm weird, didn't you?" her voice runs cold and Ryusei hisses through gritted teeth.
"Eh--um... No?" it wasn't a perfect answer but no one can blame him, "anyway, let's go. Kisaragi and the others are waiting for us. We can't start the yakiniku without the ingredients." he added matter-of-factly, insisting that they go back to Gentaro's house right there and then.
As if it wasn't clear enough for him to clarify how time is running faster than it seems to be, he felt a short yet firm tug on his sleeve.
"What now?" he sighs, turning his head rather lazily.
"Um.." she bites her lower lip nervous, one hand still tugging his sleeve while the other one is pointing towards the exact, same store, "they have the newest tarot deck in there."
"And?"
Tomoko tugs his sleeve harder and gives him the eyes
Oh, the eyes.
The eyes that have been able to outsmart him, to defeat him in any kind or form of debate they ever had. Ryusei knew that he can never win against her, especially when she's using that strong level of puppy eyes look.
"Alright. We'll check that store out. I think we still have about...five minutes."
"Arigatou, Ryusei-san!" she jumps a little, sounding a little bit too cheerful for a goth girl. Nevertheless, his lips form a small, secretive smile at her antic as he follows her lead.
pairing(s): sakuta ryusei/nozama tomoko
rating: g
summary: when gentarou plans for a barbecue.
notes: short drabble inspired by this. a tribute for yatsuiko_chan
Ryusei frowns at the small, rectangular note in his hand - a list of ingredients needed for yakiniku.
"Why am I getting this responsibility?" he sighs, ignoring the fact that he wasn't assigned with this task alone.
"Ryusei-san." head lifted up, the ex-Subaruboshi student turns around and that's all it takes for him to witness the smoldering, black smoke enveloping her short figure.
Nozama Tomoko had stopped walking, her fullest attention plastered against a particular dim store that - as Ryusei expected - sells a lot, or if not, too many weird things. Ryusei could never understand why would a girl like her be interested in all the bizarre things such as skulls, cocoons or even voodoo dolls. Then again, this is Tomoko he's talking about - the Nozama Tomoko that, unfortunately, has the ability to read his mind. (Black magic? No, Ryusei doesn't even want to think about it)
"You must be thinking I'm weird, didn't you?" her voice runs cold and Ryusei hisses through gritted teeth.
"Eh--um... No?" it wasn't a perfect answer but no one can blame him, "anyway, let's go. Kisaragi and the others are waiting for us. We can't start the yakiniku without the ingredients." he added matter-of-factly, insisting that they go back to Gentaro's house right there and then.
As if it wasn't clear enough for him to clarify how time is running faster than it seems to be, he felt a short yet firm tug on his sleeve.
"What now?" he sighs, turning his head rather lazily.
"Um.." she bites her lower lip nervous, one hand still tugging his sleeve while the other one is pointing towards the exact, same store, "they have the newest tarot deck in there."
"And?"
Tomoko tugs his sleeve harder and gives him the eyes
Oh, the eyes.
The eyes that have been able to outsmart him, to defeat him in any kind or form of debate they ever had. Ryusei knew that he can never win against her, especially when she's using that strong level of puppy eyes look.
"Alright. We'll check that store out. I think we still have about...five minutes."
"Arigatou, Ryusei-san!" she jumps a little, sounding a little bit too cheerful for a goth girl. Nevertheless, his lips form a small, secretive smile at her antic as he follows her lead.