Fanfiction: Timetable
Fanfiction: Timetable
Fandom: Air Gear
Synopsis: A drabble, dedicated to Sano, about his morning routine in the Noyamano household.
Genre: General, with a fuzzy feeling
Pairing: N/A
Author's Note: None, save Sano is one/half my favorite couple in all of Air Gear.
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the Air Gear canon. The manga, anime, and any marketing belongs to Oh!Great. All rights reserved. I do, however, claim the rights to my fanfiction ideas and plot. Those cannot be used without my permission. Thank you.
Timetable
The sound of Minami Itsuki’s scream was starting to become poor Sano Yasuyoshi’s morning alarm and there was little to nothing he could do about that.
He would wake up to Ikki yelling between 6:50 and 6:51 am, combined with the sound of sheets and pillows being thrown. By the time he could find his glasses, Ikki’s yell had been curbed to an insult or accusation. If he were particularly irked, it would be both.
Such as this morning. “Fuck Akito! Who the hell do you think you are?”
“Ik~ki.” A whimper and Sano knew Ikki was done.
At 7:20, Sano passed Ikki in the hallway, crossing each other before going to the bathroom. What Ikki didn’t know was Sano would wait in his room for an extra ten minutes, knowing that the young Wind Road successor-in-training at least twenty minutes to fall face first into the shower to prepare himself for the day.
Fifteen minutes later, after stepping out of the shower and into clean clothes, Ikki would realize he was late for school. Again.
“A ride, Ikki?”
“No need!” He pointed to the door where his friends were waiting. At this point, his A-Ts would already be on his feet.
“Hurry up!” Poor Ringo would stay as long as she could before tripping up on herself in order to get Ikki out the door. Meanwhile, Agito had “Fuck it” and left before Kazu and Onigiri even had half a second to say hello.
The door would slam at least three or four times. Ikki often forgot necessary items. Embarrassed, he would traipse through the living room to the stairs, passing Sano, while mumbling what he forgot.
School bag. Lunch money. “…Sneakers.”
Finally, the door would slam for the last time. Sano would get up and lock it before preparing breakfast for himself.
And, at approximately 8:00am, the world fell into a gentle hush around Sano Yasuyoshi.
It was tradition. It was schedule. All he could do was learn to adjust to it. (Though he would give Akito credit for his outstanding performance in waking Ikki for school by any means necessary in sixty seconds or less.)
And with a convention set, there was familiarity.
An hour later, he too would have to leave for classes at the university, but for now he could wait. The paper was in front of him. He had just made some tea that he wanted to take the time to sip.
Fandom: Air Gear
Synopsis: A drabble, dedicated to Sano, about his morning routine in the Noyamano household.
Genre: General, with a fuzzy feeling
Pairing: N/A
Author's Note: None, save Sano is one/half my favorite couple in all of Air Gear.
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the Air Gear canon. The manga, anime, and any marketing belongs to Oh!Great. All rights reserved. I do, however, claim the rights to my fanfiction ideas and plot. Those cannot be used without my permission. Thank you.
Timetable
The sound of Minami Itsuki’s scream was starting to become poor Sano Yasuyoshi’s morning alarm and there was little to nothing he could do about that.
He would wake up to Ikki yelling between 6:50 and 6:51 am, combined with the sound of sheets and pillows being thrown. By the time he could find his glasses, Ikki’s yell had been curbed to an insult or accusation. If he were particularly irked, it would be both.
Such as this morning. “Fuck Akito! Who the hell do you think you are?”
“Ik~ki.” A whimper and Sano knew Ikki was done.
At 7:20, Sano passed Ikki in the hallway, crossing each other before going to the bathroom. What Ikki didn’t know was Sano would wait in his room for an extra ten minutes, knowing that the young Wind Road successor-in-training at least twenty minutes to fall face first into the shower to prepare himself for the day.
Fifteen minutes later, after stepping out of the shower and into clean clothes, Ikki would realize he was late for school. Again.
“A ride, Ikki?”
“No need!” He pointed to the door where his friends were waiting. At this point, his A-Ts would already be on his feet.
“Hurry up!” Poor Ringo would stay as long as she could before tripping up on herself in order to get Ikki out the door. Meanwhile, Agito had “Fuck it” and left before Kazu and Onigiri even had half a second to say hello.
The door would slam at least three or four times. Ikki often forgot necessary items. Embarrassed, he would traipse through the living room to the stairs, passing Sano, while mumbling what he forgot.
School bag. Lunch money. “…Sneakers.”
Finally, the door would slam for the last time. Sano would get up and lock it before preparing breakfast for himself.
And, at approximately 8:00am, the world fell into a gentle hush around Sano Yasuyoshi.
It was tradition. It was schedule. All he could do was learn to adjust to it. (Though he would give Akito credit for his outstanding performance in waking Ikki for school by any means necessary in sixty seconds or less.)
And with a convention set, there was familiarity.
An hour later, he too would have to leave for classes at the university, but for now he could wait. The paper was in front of him. He had just made some tea that he wanted to take the time to sip.