Fic: Tomorrow will be Sunny
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Title: Tomorrow will be Sunny
Pairing: Silver~
Rating/Warnings: G/None.
Word Count: 860
Summary: Shishido doesn't check weather forecasts. Sometimes that's a mistake.
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Tomorrow will be sunny
As a rule, Shishido didn’t bother with weather reports. It all seemed pretty straightforward to him - scorching hot in the summer, freezing cold in the summer, sorta in-between in spring and fall, and miserable and wet all rainy season. Any particulars were pretty much just vague numbers tossed out by second-rate reporters in unenviable timeslots.
The only downside to this was that when the weather decided to switch it up and snow in May, he was caught completely off-guard.
Atobe smirked at him from beneath the hood of a coat made entirely out of some impossibly fluffy animal. “I see someone forgot to check the forecast today.”
Shishido pretended he wasn’t shivering in his t-shirt and shorts and snapped back, “Maybe I just don’t feel the need to drive a species to extinction every time it gets below 10.”
Atobe raised an eyebrow. “I take it the strain of keeping your body at a decent temperature has reduced the blood flow to your brain. At any rate, practice is canceled, so you might as well go home before you catch a cold. If you’re even capable of that.”
Shishido stomped away and made a point of sticking around and waiting for Choutarou before leaving the courts. “Stupid Atobe and his stupid coat. It’s not even that cold, he probably just wants to get out of practice so he can go lounge around by his stupid heated indoor pool and lord it over the rest of us.”
Choutarou really was the best, he decided, for just listening to him and not mentioning that the courts were soaked and completely unusable, and that Atobe would have made them practice if they hadn’t just won a major tournament two days ago. It was to his credit as well that he waited until they were a safe distance away from school before offering him his jacket.
“I’ve got two more layers on underneath this since my mom’s paranoid about everything,” he explained as he unzipped it, “and you might as well use it.”
“Okay,” Shishido said casually. “It’ll save you from having to carry it at least.” He pulled it on and decided he would treat Choutarou to burgers next time as thanks for making that as not awkward as possible.
They were a few blocks away from Shishido’s house when the clouds decided they had had enough of winter and wanted something a little more seasonal. They were forced to duck under the awning of a nearby combini in order to dig their umbrellas out.
“That’s more like it,” Shishido said, watching the raindrops land on the clear plastic and slide down. “Rain, I can handle. Who ever heard of snow at this time of the year anyway?”
“People that live in the Southern Hemisphere, I guess. But it shouldn’t happen here, that’s for sure.” Choutarou spun his umbrella, shaking a few drops onto Shishido. In retribution, Shishido deliberately bumped into him, sending a stream of water sliding down his umbrella and onto Choutarou’s shoulder.
The next street they turned down, though, was too narrow for two umbrellas side by side, and they soon found themselves accidentally continuing to get each other wet. About halfway down the street, they both stopped suddenly and declared, “This isn’t working,” in unison.
Shishido ran his free hand through his hair. “Okay,” he said, “how about we just share yours until we get more space? It’ll save us from crashing into each other, at least.”
“Sure,” Choutarou said. “Better than getting soaked.”
“Sorry,” Shishido said, and closed his umbrella, ducking under Choutarou’s. They set off again, going at a slightly slower pace to ensure the umbrella was covering them both. They didn’t say anything until they were back on a main road and Shishido could open his own umbrella back up.
The rain began to let up just as Shishido’s house came into view. “Do you want to come in, or are you going to head back before it gets bad again?” Shishido asked.
Choutarou hesitated for just a moment. “I’ll come in. I’d like you to help me with a history assignment, if you could.”
“Yeah, no problem, just show it to me and I’ll do what I can. I guess even if it decides to blizzard or flood or whatever it’d be cool if you stayed overnight. It is the weekend and all.” Shishido opened the door and slipped off his shoes, setting his umbrella on a hook.
Choutarou followed him in and did the same. “I saw the forecast for tomorrow. It says it’ll be sunny, no chance of rain.”
Shishido scratched his head. “I don’t trust weather reports much. Every time I see one, it does the opposite of what they say it will.”
Choutarou did that funny head-tilt-and-smile thing he did that made Shishido feel like he’d been smacked by one of his serves emotionally. “I’ll just have to trust it double for you, then.”
Shishido woke up with the sun in his eyes and Choutarou snoring obnoxiously in his ear and decided maybe even if he didn’t take much stock in weather forecasts, every now and then they were bound to get lucky.
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Comments and concrit are loved~ ♥
Also, I love talking about the weather way too much for my own good |D
Hope everybody has a nice Christmas/weekend/everything :D!
Title: Tomorrow will be Sunny
Pairing: Silver~
Rating/Warnings: G/None.
Word Count: 860
Summary: Shishido doesn't check weather forecasts. Sometimes that's a mistake.
--
Tomorrow will be sunny
As a rule, Shishido didn’t bother with weather reports. It all seemed pretty straightforward to him - scorching hot in the summer, freezing cold in the summer, sorta in-between in spring and fall, and miserable and wet all rainy season. Any particulars were pretty much just vague numbers tossed out by second-rate reporters in unenviable timeslots.
The only downside to this was that when the weather decided to switch it up and snow in May, he was caught completely off-guard.
Atobe smirked at him from beneath the hood of a coat made entirely out of some impossibly fluffy animal. “I see someone forgot to check the forecast today.”
Shishido pretended he wasn’t shivering in his t-shirt and shorts and snapped back, “Maybe I just don’t feel the need to drive a species to extinction every time it gets below 10.”
Atobe raised an eyebrow. “I take it the strain of keeping your body at a decent temperature has reduced the blood flow to your brain. At any rate, practice is canceled, so you might as well go home before you catch a cold. If you’re even capable of that.”
Shishido stomped away and made a point of sticking around and waiting for Choutarou before leaving the courts. “Stupid Atobe and his stupid coat. It’s not even that cold, he probably just wants to get out of practice so he can go lounge around by his stupid heated indoor pool and lord it over the rest of us.”
Choutarou really was the best, he decided, for just listening to him and not mentioning that the courts were soaked and completely unusable, and that Atobe would have made them practice if they hadn’t just won a major tournament two days ago. It was to his credit as well that he waited until they were a safe distance away from school before offering him his jacket.
“I’ve got two more layers on underneath this since my mom’s paranoid about everything,” he explained as he unzipped it, “and you might as well use it.”
“Okay,” Shishido said casually. “It’ll save you from having to carry it at least.” He pulled it on and decided he would treat Choutarou to burgers next time as thanks for making that as not awkward as possible.
They were a few blocks away from Shishido’s house when the clouds decided they had had enough of winter and wanted something a little more seasonal. They were forced to duck under the awning of a nearby combini in order to dig their umbrellas out.
“That’s more like it,” Shishido said, watching the raindrops land on the clear plastic and slide down. “Rain, I can handle. Who ever heard of snow at this time of the year anyway?”
“People that live in the Southern Hemisphere, I guess. But it shouldn’t happen here, that’s for sure.” Choutarou spun his umbrella, shaking a few drops onto Shishido. In retribution, Shishido deliberately bumped into him, sending a stream of water sliding down his umbrella and onto Choutarou’s shoulder.
The next street they turned down, though, was too narrow for two umbrellas side by side, and they soon found themselves accidentally continuing to get each other wet. About halfway down the street, they both stopped suddenly and declared, “This isn’t working,” in unison.
Shishido ran his free hand through his hair. “Okay,” he said, “how about we just share yours until we get more space? It’ll save us from crashing into each other, at least.”
“Sure,” Choutarou said. “Better than getting soaked.”
“Sorry,” Shishido said, and closed his umbrella, ducking under Choutarou’s. They set off again, going at a slightly slower pace to ensure the umbrella was covering them both. They didn’t say anything until they were back on a main road and Shishido could open his own umbrella back up.
The rain began to let up just as Shishido’s house came into view. “Do you want to come in, or are you going to head back before it gets bad again?” Shishido asked.
Choutarou hesitated for just a moment. “I’ll come in. I’d like you to help me with a history assignment, if you could.”
“Yeah, no problem, just show it to me and I’ll do what I can. I guess even if it decides to blizzard or flood or whatever it’d be cool if you stayed overnight. It is the weekend and all.” Shishido opened the door and slipped off his shoes, setting his umbrella on a hook.
Choutarou followed him in and did the same. “I saw the forecast for tomorrow. It says it’ll be sunny, no chance of rain.”
Shishido scratched his head. “I don’t trust weather reports much. Every time I see one, it does the opposite of what they say it will.”
Choutarou did that funny head-tilt-and-smile thing he did that made Shishido feel like he’d been smacked by one of his serves emotionally. “I’ll just have to trust it double for you, then.”
Shishido woke up with the sun in his eyes and Choutarou snoring obnoxiously in his ear and decided maybe even if he didn’t take much stock in weather forecasts, every now and then they were bound to get lucky.
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Comments and concrit are loved~ ♥
Also, I love talking about the weather way too much for my own good |D
Hope everybody has a nice Christmas/weekend/everything :D!