[12 Days of Ficmas] 5/12: Home, Sweet Home
I'm tired, cold and I can't think of anything else. So I think this was inspired by those feelings.
Title: Home, Sweet Home
Author: sagara_megumi
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters/Pairings: Ryuuzaki Sakuno
Disclaimer: Konomi owns them, not me
Summary/Teaser: Sakuno arrives home in a winter evening
Rating: G
Word Count (if applicable): 231 words
HOME, SWEET HOME
The way back home had been interminable, and she barely could believe it when she closed the front door behind her, feeling the warmth in the house, so different from the cold wind lashing outside.
She took off her shoes in the hall, frowning slightly in a gesture of pain when she felt her stiffened arms, which she had kept her tightly pressed to her body during the journey so she would lose as little body heat as possible. Slowly, she made her way to the kitchen and put a mug of chocolate into the microwave, and while it warmed, she went to her room upstairs to change her uniform for a pair of tracksuit trousers, under which she put on thick socks made of wool, and a rollneck jumper. Then, she picked a blanket and went downstairs again. She settled down into the sofa, with the hot chocolate between her hands, and sipped it slowly. A light shiver went up her back and neck and she started to warm up. She grabbed the remote control and changed the channel a few times until she found a programme she liked and sighed, satisfied. She only had to wait until her grandmother arrived home so they cooked the dinner and sat down to watch the drama both of them were following.
Outside, the wind kept on blowing.
THE END
Title: Home, Sweet Home
Author: sagara_megumi
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters/Pairings: Ryuuzaki Sakuno
Disclaimer: Konomi owns them, not me
Summary/Teaser: Sakuno arrives home in a winter evening
Rating: G
Word Count (if applicable): 231 words
HOME, SWEET HOME
The way back home had been interminable, and she barely could believe it when she closed the front door behind her, feeling the warmth in the house, so different from the cold wind lashing outside.
She took off her shoes in the hall, frowning slightly in a gesture of pain when she felt her stiffened arms, which she had kept her tightly pressed to her body during the journey so she would lose as little body heat as possible. Slowly, she made her way to the kitchen and put a mug of chocolate into the microwave, and while it warmed, she went to her room upstairs to change her uniform for a pair of tracksuit trousers, under which she put on thick socks made of wool, and a rollneck jumper. Then, she picked a blanket and went downstairs again. She settled down into the sofa, with the hot chocolate between her hands, and sipped it slowly. A light shiver went up her back and neck and she started to warm up. She grabbed the remote control and changed the channel a few times until she found a programme she liked and sighed, satisfied. She only had to wait until her grandmother arrived home so they cooked the dinner and sat down to watch the drama both of them were following.
Outside, the wind kept on blowing.
THE END