[log] Momoshiro Takeshi & Terry Griffey
Who: Momoshiro Takeshi & Terry Griffey
What: Momo meets a pretty girl.
When: 1/4
Where: Somewhere outside.
Rating: PG-13 for some very mild violence.
Coments: Feel free.
Momo wasn't normally the type to go sticking his nose in other people's business. Sure, he did it to his friends all the time, but his friends' business, was his business, after all. Complete strangers though? Nope. Count him out.
That's why the foreign girl didn't even really catch his eyes. Sure, she was pretty, but there was a guy practically draped all over here, so Momo wasn't gonna bother even giving her a second look.
Except... he did anyway. Because she really was pretty, and there was no harm in looking, right? Faint recognition chirped in the back of his mind, but he figured he must have caught a glimpse of her while exploring around campus. Where else would he know a chick like that from?
It was the second look that brought other things to his attention. Like the distressed look on her pretty features. Or the way that guy's hold on her wrist looked painful as he pinned it to the wall behind her. This sure didn't look like a cozy scene between too lovers. Not with the way she kept shoving at his shoulders, obviously trying to push him away.
Damn. Momo had no desire to stick his nose in this girl's business, none at all. That didn't stop him from gripping the jacket of the guy obviously try to score himself an unwilling girlfriend and jerk him backwards off of her. "Something wrong here?"
It was times like these when Terry really considered cutting his hair. He wasn't a girl damn it and yet he always got himself into these situation. He'd tried telling the guy that multiple times, but his Japanese was failing him.
He winced as he tried to pull away only for the grip to tighten around his wrist. He struggled, trying to push the guy away with his free hand, only to be pushed further into the wall.
And all to suddenly the guy was being pulled away from him. He stared at the person who'd saved him before quickly getting himself free, his hand going going around the wrist that had been grabbed.
He racked his brain for quickly for something to say.
Momo should have seen that fist coming, but he hadn't expected the guy to react so damn fast. Crap. For the second time that week, his head snapped back in a painful recoil. Pain bloomed on his jaw, the hit enough to make him bite down on the edge of his tongue. Instinct took over and his own fist shot out, connecting with the guy's lower abdomen before Momo brought his knee swiftly upwards. The punch had brought the guy's face lower and Momo's knee connected solidly with the side of it, barely missing his nose.
Giving a filthy expletive the guy glared at Momo and growled that he could keep the 'frigid bitch' before running off with a hateful look.
"Geez, that hurt." Momo's voice was whiny as he rubbed against his jaw, knowing the skin would swell and turn purple soon. If he kept getting into fist fights like this, he'd soon develop a reputation... Then again, he hadn't been looking to fight anyone when he set out from his dorm. This kind of thing just sort of happened. But why did it have to happen to him? Kaidoh would likely say it was because Momo was a dumbass.
"Are you okay?" And now serious violet eyes were blinking down at the foreign girl. It hadn't registered just how pretty she was before being this up close. Momo knew staring wasn't exactly polite, but he seemed to have no will to look away. None at all.
He looked at the other boy and nodded. "Yes. Thank you." He answered. He squirmed slightly at the staring. He was used to people staring at him, but at the moment, it was rather uncomfortable. He swallowed.
"Are you okay?" He asked, a small frown on his face. He'd never been one for violence. And he didn't exactly like that someone else had gotten hurt because of him.
"Huh?" It took a moment for the comment to register. Momo blinked as if coming out of a daze then immediately felt a blush steal across his features; nose and cheeks flaming red in embarrassment. "I'm fine!"
As if to prove just how 'fine' he was, he patted a hand against his jaw and immediately winced as pain shot across the entire side of his face. Crap. "Er.... how's your wrist?"
Cute. Her accent was so cute. Momo blushed harder.
Terry looked at his wrist, twisting it and biting his lip at the slight sting. "It's fine." It was nothing compared to getting punched in the face.
"You shouldn't lie." He said, letting himself smile just a little at what had happened. "We should get ice for that." He pointed to the other's cheek.
Momo couldn't stop himself from returning that smile, even if it hurt his jaw as his lips stretched wide. "Okay." The blush still lingered about his features, but some of the violent red had faded away to a light pink. She was... well. It was nice having someone worry about him other than the idiot mamushi.
Standing about wasn't going to get them any ice, so Momo started heading towards where they might find some. "I'm Momoshiro Takeshi, a senior."
Terry pushed his hair out of his face and nodded. "I'm Terry Griffey. I'm also a senior."
He thought for a moment as the other started walking. "We might be able to get some ice from the cafeteria or the infirmary." He nodded to himself. Yeah, the infirmary sounded good. He grabbed Momoshiro's arm, pulling him in the direction.
Was Terry her last or first name? Momo's brow furrowed in though, trying to figure it out without being rude enough to ask. He knew foreigners introduced themselves differently, but she spoke Japanese so she might have done it the Japanese way... and neither of those names sounded clearly feminine so he had no real way of figuring it out without asking.
Those thoughts were all forgotten as she wrapped soft fingers around his arm and Momo blushed again, this time thankfully out of her sight. "Okay, but we have to put some on your wrist too!" Momo quickened his pace, wanting to get the ice before his face swelled up.
Terry shrugged at the mention of his wrist. "Ah, right." It wasn't any worse than the treatment he'd gotten from his aunt when he and his brother lived with her as children. Though, he knew tennis would be difficult if he didn't take care of it.
At this time, there wasn't anyone at the infirmary, which momo was glad for. The nursing staff was gone for the day and the main rooms locked off. Only a room with basic first aid remained opened for student use. There Momo moved to search for a bandage to wrap Terry's arms while letting the other worry about getting the ice packs.
Terry let go of Momoshiro's arm when they entered the infirmary and looked around the room for where the ice packs could be stored. "Aha." He let out when he found the freezer. He opened it and grabbed two ice packs, wrapping them in towels.
He turned towards the other boy. "Here you go." He held one of the towel wrapped ice packs out towards Momoshiro.
Momo took the ice pack from her smaller hands and set it aside for now. Instead, his fingers wrapped around her slim ones and he lead her over to a seat. Sure, his face hurt, but nothing was broken. Girls were more easily injured, right? Motioning for her to sit, Momo took her wrist and began carefully wrapping it in the bandage. He had been in enough fights to at least know the basics of first aid. "Does it still hurt?" He tied it off with a small butterfly clip and motioned for her to press the ice pack to it while grabbing his own to press it against the area that received the punch. "Did you know that creep?"
Terry blinked when Momoshiro led him to sit and started wrapping his wrist. "No, it doesn't. Not, really anyway. I'm actually used to things like this." Though, it was usually his brother getting him out of these situations.
Terry shook his head at the second question. "No I didn't. At least I don't think I did." He hadn't really gotten the chance to really meet anyone here yet aside from his roommate. "I was just trying to take a small walk when I ran into him."
"Things like that happen a lot?!" Momo looked downright scandalized. He had assumed that Terry meant guys from school often backed her up against a wall and tried to have their way with her forcefully. There sure were a lot of creeps walking around their campus. Sure, the girl was pretty, but that was no reason to treat her in any manner other than with kindness.
Momo frowned, just thinking about it and looking somewhat sullen with the ice pack still pressed to his chin. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad since they'd taken care of it right away.
"Well, I wouldn't say a lot, but it's not the first time that someone's been rough with me..." He scratched the back of his head and bit his lip as he thought about how he wanted to explain. "I'm used to getting picked on and bullied and stuff."
"And thanks again for helping me. Sorry you got yourself hurt." He eyed the other boy's chin.
The casual way with which Terry described the bullying she was often submitted to made Momo's eyes narrow, worry and anger clearly reflected on the violet gaze. He had never been any good at hiding his feelings, every fleeting emotion etching itself on his expression. Perhaps it was because despite everything, his life had been a rather sheltered one. Nothing horrible had ever really happened to Momo.
He had been rather popular in school thanks to his optimistic and friendly attitude. His best friend was an asshole, but one that was always there for him and had his back no matter what. Losing contact with people he cared about had hurt, but overall his life had been rather carefree and well... happy. He had also developed a protective streak a mile wide somewhere along the way.
"Oi. Anyone tries anything like that again and you tell me."
Terry blinked and watched Momoshiro for a moment. He couldn't understand why the other cared so much. He didn't even know him. But then again, he supposed that you didn't really have to know someone to want to help them.
"I'll... be sure to do that." He nodded with a small smile. Hopefully, he wouldn't have to do it often.
"Here. I'll give you my number." Momo was already closing the distance between them and holding his hand out for her phone before realizing what that sounded like. A blush stole across his face, brow furrowing into a frown. "For... you know. When you need me." He felt the need to clarify and cleared his throat. She probably had creeps hitting on her all the time, looking like she did. "Or... or if you just want to talk. You can call me then, too."
Terry held back a laugh, leaning back slightly at how close the other was getting and almost wanted to ask if the Momoshiro knew he was a boy. But when the other boy clarified his reason for giving him his number, he simply nodded. "You need to know my number too, right?" He said as he handed Momoshiro his phone. "And, uh, maybe we could hang out some time and talk too. I mean since we are on the same campus it makes more since to meet up sometimes instead of just talking on the phone."
Was... she asking him on a date? Momoshiro wasn't too sure. Maybe she was really friendly. Either way, he simply nodded and smiled in agreement. He wouldn't mind seeing her again. Wouldn't mind at all. "I'ld like that." Handing his phone over to her, he quickly saved his contact information in her phone and offered it back.
Terry saved his contact information into the other boy's phone and nodded before taking his own back, and handed Momoshiro's back to him. He looked at the time and put his phone away. "I should probably be heading back to the dorms now."
With a jerk of his eyes to his watch, Momo noticed just how late it had gotten. Shit. He'd been on the way to meet a professor about make up work. Would the man still be in his office? And what would he say when Momo showed up with an icepack to his face and a forming bruise? "Do you need me to walk you back?"
He shook his head. "No, I think I can manage on my own." Terry answered as he stood. "I'm sorry if I kept you from anything that you needed to do."
"Nah, you didn't." Momo scratched sheepishly at the back of his neck with one hand and held the ice pack to his cheek with the other. It wouldn't be very nice to mention she actually had. "...alright. Just be careful." He hated to agree, but he really needed to make that meeting. With a wave goodbye, he turned and hurried out of the room. He was so screwed.
What: Momo meets a pretty girl.
When: 1/4
Where: Somewhere outside.
Rating: PG-13 for some very mild violence.
Coments: Feel free.
Momo wasn't normally the type to go sticking his nose in other people's business. Sure, he did it to his friends all the time, but his friends' business, was his business, after all. Complete strangers though? Nope. Count him out.
That's why the foreign girl didn't even really catch his eyes. Sure, she was pretty, but there was a guy practically draped all over here, so Momo wasn't gonna bother even giving her a second look.
Except... he did anyway. Because she really was pretty, and there was no harm in looking, right? Faint recognition chirped in the back of his mind, but he figured he must have caught a glimpse of her while exploring around campus. Where else would he know a chick like that from?
It was the second look that brought other things to his attention. Like the distressed look on her pretty features. Or the way that guy's hold on her wrist looked painful as he pinned it to the wall behind her. This sure didn't look like a cozy scene between too lovers. Not with the way she kept shoving at his shoulders, obviously trying to push him away.
Damn. Momo had no desire to stick his nose in this girl's business, none at all. That didn't stop him from gripping the jacket of the guy obviously try to score himself an unwilling girlfriend and jerk him backwards off of her. "Something wrong here?"
It was times like these when Terry really considered cutting his hair. He wasn't a girl damn it and yet he always got himself into these situation. He'd tried telling the guy that multiple times, but his Japanese was failing him.
He winced as he tried to pull away only for the grip to tighten around his wrist. He struggled, trying to push the guy away with his free hand, only to be pushed further into the wall.
And all to suddenly the guy was being pulled away from him. He stared at the person who'd saved him before quickly getting himself free, his hand going going around the wrist that had been grabbed.
He racked his brain for quickly for something to say.
Momo should have seen that fist coming, but he hadn't expected the guy to react so damn fast. Crap. For the second time that week, his head snapped back in a painful recoil. Pain bloomed on his jaw, the hit enough to make him bite down on the edge of his tongue. Instinct took over and his own fist shot out, connecting with the guy's lower abdomen before Momo brought his knee swiftly upwards. The punch had brought the guy's face lower and Momo's knee connected solidly with the side of it, barely missing his nose.
Giving a filthy expletive the guy glared at Momo and growled that he could keep the 'frigid bitch' before running off with a hateful look.
"Geez, that hurt." Momo's voice was whiny as he rubbed against his jaw, knowing the skin would swell and turn purple soon. If he kept getting into fist fights like this, he'd soon develop a reputation... Then again, he hadn't been looking to fight anyone when he set out from his dorm. This kind of thing just sort of happened. But why did it have to happen to him? Kaidoh would likely say it was because Momo was a dumbass.
"Are you okay?" And now serious violet eyes were blinking down at the foreign girl. It hadn't registered just how pretty she was before being this up close. Momo knew staring wasn't exactly polite, but he seemed to have no will to look away. None at all.
He looked at the other boy and nodded. "Yes. Thank you." He answered. He squirmed slightly at the staring. He was used to people staring at him, but at the moment, it was rather uncomfortable. He swallowed.
"Are you okay?" He asked, a small frown on his face. He'd never been one for violence. And he didn't exactly like that someone else had gotten hurt because of him.
"Huh?" It took a moment for the comment to register. Momo blinked as if coming out of a daze then immediately felt a blush steal across his features; nose and cheeks flaming red in embarrassment. "I'm fine!"
As if to prove just how 'fine' he was, he patted a hand against his jaw and immediately winced as pain shot across the entire side of his face. Crap. "Er.... how's your wrist?"
Cute. Her accent was so cute. Momo blushed harder.
Terry looked at his wrist, twisting it and biting his lip at the slight sting. "It's fine." It was nothing compared to getting punched in the face.
"You shouldn't lie." He said, letting himself smile just a little at what had happened. "We should get ice for that." He pointed to the other's cheek.
Momo couldn't stop himself from returning that smile, even if it hurt his jaw as his lips stretched wide. "Okay." The blush still lingered about his features, but some of the violent red had faded away to a light pink. She was... well. It was nice having someone worry about him other than the idiot mamushi.
Standing about wasn't going to get them any ice, so Momo started heading towards where they might find some. "I'm Momoshiro Takeshi, a senior."
Terry pushed his hair out of his face and nodded. "I'm Terry Griffey. I'm also a senior."
He thought for a moment as the other started walking. "We might be able to get some ice from the cafeteria or the infirmary." He nodded to himself. Yeah, the infirmary sounded good. He grabbed Momoshiro's arm, pulling him in the direction.
Was Terry her last or first name? Momo's brow furrowed in though, trying to figure it out without being rude enough to ask. He knew foreigners introduced themselves differently, but she spoke Japanese so she might have done it the Japanese way... and neither of those names sounded clearly feminine so he had no real way of figuring it out without asking.
Those thoughts were all forgotten as she wrapped soft fingers around his arm and Momo blushed again, this time thankfully out of her sight. "Okay, but we have to put some on your wrist too!" Momo quickened his pace, wanting to get the ice before his face swelled up.
Terry shrugged at the mention of his wrist. "Ah, right." It wasn't any worse than the treatment he'd gotten from his aunt when he and his brother lived with her as children. Though, he knew tennis would be difficult if he didn't take care of it.
At this time, there wasn't anyone at the infirmary, which momo was glad for. The nursing staff was gone for the day and the main rooms locked off. Only a room with basic first aid remained opened for student use. There Momo moved to search for a bandage to wrap Terry's arms while letting the other worry about getting the ice packs.
Terry let go of Momoshiro's arm when they entered the infirmary and looked around the room for where the ice packs could be stored. "Aha." He let out when he found the freezer. He opened it and grabbed two ice packs, wrapping them in towels.
He turned towards the other boy. "Here you go." He held one of the towel wrapped ice packs out towards Momoshiro.
Momo took the ice pack from her smaller hands and set it aside for now. Instead, his fingers wrapped around her slim ones and he lead her over to a seat. Sure, his face hurt, but nothing was broken. Girls were more easily injured, right? Motioning for her to sit, Momo took her wrist and began carefully wrapping it in the bandage. He had been in enough fights to at least know the basics of first aid. "Does it still hurt?" He tied it off with a small butterfly clip and motioned for her to press the ice pack to it while grabbing his own to press it against the area that received the punch. "Did you know that creep?"
Terry blinked when Momoshiro led him to sit and started wrapping his wrist. "No, it doesn't. Not, really anyway. I'm actually used to things like this." Though, it was usually his brother getting him out of these situations.
Terry shook his head at the second question. "No I didn't. At least I don't think I did." He hadn't really gotten the chance to really meet anyone here yet aside from his roommate. "I was just trying to take a small walk when I ran into him."
"Things like that happen a lot?!" Momo looked downright scandalized. He had assumed that Terry meant guys from school often backed her up against a wall and tried to have their way with her forcefully. There sure were a lot of creeps walking around their campus. Sure, the girl was pretty, but that was no reason to treat her in any manner other than with kindness.
Momo frowned, just thinking about it and looking somewhat sullen with the ice pack still pressed to his chin. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad since they'd taken care of it right away.
"Well, I wouldn't say a lot, but it's not the first time that someone's been rough with me..." He scratched the back of his head and bit his lip as he thought about how he wanted to explain. "I'm used to getting picked on and bullied and stuff."
"And thanks again for helping me. Sorry you got yourself hurt." He eyed the other boy's chin.
The casual way with which Terry described the bullying she was often submitted to made Momo's eyes narrow, worry and anger clearly reflected on the violet gaze. He had never been any good at hiding his feelings, every fleeting emotion etching itself on his expression. Perhaps it was because despite everything, his life had been a rather sheltered one. Nothing horrible had ever really happened to Momo.
He had been rather popular in school thanks to his optimistic and friendly attitude. His best friend was an asshole, but one that was always there for him and had his back no matter what. Losing contact with people he cared about had hurt, but overall his life had been rather carefree and well... happy. He had also developed a protective streak a mile wide somewhere along the way.
"Oi. Anyone tries anything like that again and you tell me."
Terry blinked and watched Momoshiro for a moment. He couldn't understand why the other cared so much. He didn't even know him. But then again, he supposed that you didn't really have to know someone to want to help them.
"I'll... be sure to do that." He nodded with a small smile. Hopefully, he wouldn't have to do it often.
"Here. I'll give you my number." Momo was already closing the distance between them and holding his hand out for her phone before realizing what that sounded like. A blush stole across his face, brow furrowing into a frown. "For... you know. When you need me." He felt the need to clarify and cleared his throat. She probably had creeps hitting on her all the time, looking like she did. "Or... or if you just want to talk. You can call me then, too."
Terry held back a laugh, leaning back slightly at how close the other was getting and almost wanted to ask if the Momoshiro knew he was a boy. But when the other boy clarified his reason for giving him his number, he simply nodded. "You need to know my number too, right?" He said as he handed Momoshiro his phone. "And, uh, maybe we could hang out some time and talk too. I mean since we are on the same campus it makes more since to meet up sometimes instead of just talking on the phone."
Was... she asking him on a date? Momoshiro wasn't too sure. Maybe she was really friendly. Either way, he simply nodded and smiled in agreement. He wouldn't mind seeing her again. Wouldn't mind at all. "I'ld like that." Handing his phone over to her, he quickly saved his contact information in her phone and offered it back.
Terry saved his contact information into the other boy's phone and nodded before taking his own back, and handed Momoshiro's back to him. He looked at the time and put his phone away. "I should probably be heading back to the dorms now."
With a jerk of his eyes to his watch, Momo noticed just how late it had gotten. Shit. He'd been on the way to meet a professor about make up work. Would the man still be in his office? And what would he say when Momo showed up with an icepack to his face and a forming bruise? "Do you need me to walk you back?"
He shook his head. "No, I think I can manage on my own." Terry answered as he stood. "I'm sorry if I kept you from anything that you needed to do."
"Nah, you didn't." Momo scratched sheepishly at the back of his neck with one hand and held the ice pack to his cheek with the other. It wouldn't be very nice to mention she actually had. "...alright. Just be careful." He hated to agree, but he really needed to make that meeting. With a wave goodbye, he turned and hurried out of the room. He was so screwed.