Prompt # 72: Bear
Title: Lucky
Author: aimee_blue
Rating: T
Prompt: Bear
Words: 1,110
Warning: Fluff
Summary: AU. Miroku is pleased to find the solution to his woe was staring him in the face.
Miroku stared at the object of his affections from across the courtyard and smiled. He’d been fascinated by the woman who hadn’t fallen for his wit since her first rejection of his advances. His piqued interest had gradually morphed to genuine affection - which was startling. He’d never felt more than a passing interest for any other woman.
Currently, Sango stood opposite a semi-circle of kohai who watched her with expressions of rapt adoration. The boys all stared at her with puppy dog eyes but her oblivious nature made her dismiss their infatuation as she gave them a little advice. As a fifth year medical student at a prestigious university, Sango was driven and highly intelligent - giving the kohai all the excuses they needed to ask her questions. He wondered blithely if they knew how much they were irritating her.
Did they notice the way she tapped one foot irritably; the way she answered all questions curtly and with only the barest hint of a polite smile; did they notice that she kept glancing at the clock tower just behind them? Evidently not, as they continued to bombard the busy student with questions, even as she flicked her long dark ponytail - a sure sign that her impatience had turned to agitation. He should know; he’d been on the receiving end of that hair flick on more than one occasion.
Talk, athletic and sleek, Sango was certainly easy on the eyes. Her hair was dark brown and glossy, her eyes light hazel and hypnotic and she had a smile that could stop hearts - he should know. Her real smile, that was, not the polite mockery of a smile that her impatience was quickly vanquishing from her features. When she actually smiled her eyes crinkled at the corners, adorable dimples put in an appearance and her eyes softened from their usual hardness.
Closing the text book he’d been pretending to read, he cradled it in the crook of his arm as he stood and walked to save his damsel, not that Sango would admit to being his or a damsel. As he neared, he quickly deduced that - of all the kohai that had attempted to shanghai Sango into conversations - these boys were perhaps a little slow. Asking Sango for the answers to basic questions that, with a little reading, could be found easily was a sure fire way to annoy her. She was a firm believer in hard work and dedication.
Sidling up to the little gathering, he smiled largely at the assembled boys and slid a proprietary hand around Sango’s slim shoulders, studiously ignoring the way she tensed as if his arm was a snake. Due to the heat of the lazy afternoon, Sango was wearing a wonderful t-shirt that bared her lightly tanned shoulders and Miroku took advantage of this most fortuitous occasion as he leisurely rubbed his thumb back and forth against the skin of her arm. The Goosebumps he triggered were a triumph.
“Gentlemen,” he greeted, his tone light and gently mocking, “I hate to break up your little pow wow, but I do believe Sango-chan was on her way to the University hospital when you stopped her.” He gave her shoulders a little squeeze, she grumbled.
“I was,” she murmured.
“Well then!” Miroku cooed, well aware that he’d redirected Sango’s ire onto his own person but quite happy about this fact. “Let us walk together, kohai.”
With that, he practically frogmarched the girl away from the disappointed first years, a satisfied smile on his face. The only thing that ruined his moment was the way Sango immediately shrugged off his arm and shot him a warning look.
“You should have told them you needed to go,” he cautioned her.
“They were just asking questions,” she shrugged helplessly.
“Vying for your attention,” he corrected.
“Is that why you interrupted?” she asked archly, treating him to her best gimlet glare.
“That,” he conceded, tilting his head, “and because you looked cornered and exasperated.”
She chuckled dryly as he held the door open for her to enter the hospital. “And how do you deal with the girls following you around, Miroku-sempai?”
Miroku smirked and treated her to a wink. “Now, that would be telling.”
0-0-0
Leaning against the outside wall of the hospital, Miroku stared up at the dusky sky and sighed. He’d managed to smooth out his initially rocky relationship with Sango somewhat - now she at least tolerated his company - but he didn’t want her tolerance, he wanted her affection. But, like all things worth having, Sango’s affection was something he would have to earn, possibly through great adversity.
Sango wouldn’t be won over by chocolate, by jewellery, by novelty teddy bears - those things were likely to get a scathing look and an eye roll instead.
“Were you waiting for me?” Sango’s dulcet tones cut into his musings and he snapped his head around to look at her. She looked tired - as were they both after a long day on their feet - but she’d taken her hair down from its usual topknot and allowed it to fall over her shoulders in a silken stream. It made her look younger and somehow more vulnerable.
“What gave you that impression?” he asked mirthfully.
“You’re standing here,” she pointed out, gesturing at him with one dismissive hand.
“And I couldn’t have been waiting for another kohai, or a classmate?” he prodded, watching as she blushed slightly and looked away, obviously realising she’d jumped to a certain conclusion, and that there was only really one reason she’d have immediately have jumped to that conclusion. “Did you want me to be waiting for you, Sango-chan?”
The younger woman blushed and stuttered, finally managing to murmur, “Not particularly.”
Miroku pushed away from the wall and stalked towards her, pleased when she squared her shoulders and met his gaze, regardless of her embarrassment. Tentatively, wary of her tenacious right hook, he cupped her cheek, aware of the way her breathing hitched and her gaze dropped to his mouth. It was the moment he realised that he didn’t need to win Sango’s affections, he just needed to get her to realise them.
And the first step in the right direction was simple. He kissed both of her closed eyelids and captured a trembling hand in his own.
“Come on,” he murmured, “let’s go get something to eat and sit down before we fall down.”
Sango didn’t need silly boys flocking to her, she didn’t want romantic inventions or cutesy presents - the smile she sent him from under the curtain of her hair said one thing; she wanted him.
And didn’t that just make him the luckiest man alive.
Author: aimee_blue
Rating: T
Prompt: Bear
Words: 1,110
Warning: Fluff
Summary: AU. Miroku is pleased to find the solution to his woe was staring him in the face.
Miroku stared at the object of his affections from across the courtyard and smiled. He’d been fascinated by the woman who hadn’t fallen for his wit since her first rejection of his advances. His piqued interest had gradually morphed to genuine affection - which was startling. He’d never felt more than a passing interest for any other woman.
Currently, Sango stood opposite a semi-circle of kohai who watched her with expressions of rapt adoration. The boys all stared at her with puppy dog eyes but her oblivious nature made her dismiss their infatuation as she gave them a little advice. As a fifth year medical student at a prestigious university, Sango was driven and highly intelligent - giving the kohai all the excuses they needed to ask her questions. He wondered blithely if they knew how much they were irritating her.
Did they notice the way she tapped one foot irritably; the way she answered all questions curtly and with only the barest hint of a polite smile; did they notice that she kept glancing at the clock tower just behind them? Evidently not, as they continued to bombard the busy student with questions, even as she flicked her long dark ponytail - a sure sign that her impatience had turned to agitation. He should know; he’d been on the receiving end of that hair flick on more than one occasion.
Talk, athletic and sleek, Sango was certainly easy on the eyes. Her hair was dark brown and glossy, her eyes light hazel and hypnotic and she had a smile that could stop hearts - he should know. Her real smile, that was, not the polite mockery of a smile that her impatience was quickly vanquishing from her features. When she actually smiled her eyes crinkled at the corners, adorable dimples put in an appearance and her eyes softened from their usual hardness.
Closing the text book he’d been pretending to read, he cradled it in the crook of his arm as he stood and walked to save his damsel, not that Sango would admit to being his or a damsel. As he neared, he quickly deduced that - of all the kohai that had attempted to shanghai Sango into conversations - these boys were perhaps a little slow. Asking Sango for the answers to basic questions that, with a little reading, could be found easily was a sure fire way to annoy her. She was a firm believer in hard work and dedication.
Sidling up to the little gathering, he smiled largely at the assembled boys and slid a proprietary hand around Sango’s slim shoulders, studiously ignoring the way she tensed as if his arm was a snake. Due to the heat of the lazy afternoon, Sango was wearing a wonderful t-shirt that bared her lightly tanned shoulders and Miroku took advantage of this most fortuitous occasion as he leisurely rubbed his thumb back and forth against the skin of her arm. The Goosebumps he triggered were a triumph.
“Gentlemen,” he greeted, his tone light and gently mocking, “I hate to break up your little pow wow, but I do believe Sango-chan was on her way to the University hospital when you stopped her.” He gave her shoulders a little squeeze, she grumbled.
“I was,” she murmured.
“Well then!” Miroku cooed, well aware that he’d redirected Sango’s ire onto his own person but quite happy about this fact. “Let us walk together, kohai.”
With that, he practically frogmarched the girl away from the disappointed first years, a satisfied smile on his face. The only thing that ruined his moment was the way Sango immediately shrugged off his arm and shot him a warning look.
“You should have told them you needed to go,” he cautioned her.
“They were just asking questions,” she shrugged helplessly.
“Vying for your attention,” he corrected.
“Is that why you interrupted?” she asked archly, treating him to her best gimlet glare.
“That,” he conceded, tilting his head, “and because you looked cornered and exasperated.”
She chuckled dryly as he held the door open for her to enter the hospital. “And how do you deal with the girls following you around, Miroku-sempai?”
Miroku smirked and treated her to a wink. “Now, that would be telling.”
0-0-0
Leaning against the outside wall of the hospital, Miroku stared up at the dusky sky and sighed. He’d managed to smooth out his initially rocky relationship with Sango somewhat - now she at least tolerated his company - but he didn’t want her tolerance, he wanted her affection. But, like all things worth having, Sango’s affection was something he would have to earn, possibly through great adversity.
Sango wouldn’t be won over by chocolate, by jewellery, by novelty teddy bears - those things were likely to get a scathing look and an eye roll instead.
“Were you waiting for me?” Sango’s dulcet tones cut into his musings and he snapped his head around to look at her. She looked tired - as were they both after a long day on their feet - but she’d taken her hair down from its usual topknot and allowed it to fall over her shoulders in a silken stream. It made her look younger and somehow more vulnerable.
“What gave you that impression?” he asked mirthfully.
“You’re standing here,” she pointed out, gesturing at him with one dismissive hand.
“And I couldn’t have been waiting for another kohai, or a classmate?” he prodded, watching as she blushed slightly and looked away, obviously realising she’d jumped to a certain conclusion, and that there was only really one reason she’d have immediately have jumped to that conclusion. “Did you want me to be waiting for you, Sango-chan?”
The younger woman blushed and stuttered, finally managing to murmur, “Not particularly.”
Miroku pushed away from the wall and stalked towards her, pleased when she squared her shoulders and met his gaze, regardless of her embarrassment. Tentatively, wary of her tenacious right hook, he cupped her cheek, aware of the way her breathing hitched and her gaze dropped to his mouth. It was the moment he realised that he didn’t need to win Sango’s affections, he just needed to get her to realise them.
And the first step in the right direction was simple. He kissed both of her closed eyelids and captured a trembling hand in his own.
“Come on,” he murmured, “let’s go get something to eat and sit down before we fall down.”
Sango didn’t need silly boys flocking to her, she didn’t want romantic inventions or cutesy presents - the smile she sent him from under the curtain of her hair said one thing; she wanted him.
And didn’t that just make him the luckiest man alive.