Because I'm too lazy to switch journals...
Give me a character or two and a one word prompt, and I'll write you exactly one sentence OR A DRABBLE inspired by that word starring that character/those characters.
(Almost) Anything related to the SMTDR is fine. Stuff that's supposed to take place somewhere in canon is fine too, as long as I know it.
(Almost) Anything related to the SMTDR is fine. Stuff that's supposed to take place somewhere in canon is fine too, as long as I know it.
13- Expect a few breezes, the weather said. Sure, if by breezes they meant a freaking off-season typhoon, then they had been right once again. They both panted as they made it to his house in one piece. The phones were out, electricity was out, Dojima was at work and probably staying there, Nanako was at a friend's house and probably staying there too. At least their cellphones still had service, and they were able to confirm just that. So they were home alone again. In a way it wasn't that different from when the Dojimas were in the hospital, only with less commodities. Still, being this close to her again without the fear of either of them walking in had it's charms. He felt a bit guilty, but Souji ended up wishing the Typhoon would take its time. As long as everyone was safe, if it meant being close to her, he'd be just fine.
14- She wasn't sure what the purpose of this was, to be honest. Both had commented on how they liked to catch fireflies when they were children (albeit for different reasons), and somehow, that lead to Souji grabbing two jars and dragging her to Samegawa. Part of her wanted to reprehend him for his childishness, but... She had to admit, the soft golden glow of the fireflies in their jars gave the usually dark river bank a warm feeling as they sat on the rocks, and looked up to the moon.
15- He wasn't sure how he felt about his newest position. On one hand, he had little to no qualms about letting Naoto lean on him as she slept through their train ride. But the way she had made him bent was downright uncomfortable, and truth to be told, her head was in a rather awkward place. He just hoped nobody looked at them.
16- They weren't cold. Not that cold, anyway. They didn't really need the blanket they were covering themselves with. They had better things to warm themselves with, too. But, a blanket was what they wrapped around themselves as she leaned on his chest while they watched her newest detective movie.
17- If the cushion they were currently leaning on could talk... It'd tell a very boring and repetitive story of either two awkward teenagers barely being able to kiss without almost hyperventilating, or two well behaved kids watching movies. Now, the other cushion, or the futon...
18- Present weren't something she'd ever really enjoy getting, or gave people on a regular basis. Still, no matter how many times he told her she would be enough of a gift, she always gave him something, even if it was more of her tastes than him.
19- If it was at all possible to logically hate and love something about someone, then Naoto felt that way about Souji's cooking, and his willingness to help her. As good of a cook he was, and as much as she appreciated his help, the whole point of Valentines was for girls to make the chocolates themselves and give it to the guy, right?
... She wasn't even going to get started on how she was caring about Valentines all of the sudden.
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