Random drabble. As it says.
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|Title:
Doki-Doki
|Rating: G
|Pairing: Yamaki
|Disclaimer: I don't own people.
|Word Count: 224
|Summary: After dinner, they swing.
dokidoki
missiemae
"My heart is acting up." He strains to say.
Maki stands from her swing dropping their leftovers that seconds ago, lay safely in her lap. Panic written on her face. She steps towards him holding her hands out yet avoiding to touch.
"Ehh?! Do we need to go to the hospital?"
Yamapi forces himself not to smile. "Iie. Daijoubu." He looks to the food painted in the sand. "I just need you."
Maki stares at him in shock. "Nani?"
She could hear him sigh before his eyes penetrate hers.
His confidence hangs on a string as he reaches for one of her hands, that now rest at her sides. His fingertips graze the back of her hand, as if asking for permission. When she doesn't pull away, he wraps his hand around hers.
She looks away from his eyes, pink in her cheeks. Yamapi watches her as he moves her hand to palm his chest, directly over his heart.
She could feel his heart racing, beat after beat.
"Doki-doki, doki-doki." He chants in sync with the beats on her palm.
"This is what you do to my heart." He explains. She quickly turns her eyes to look at her hand, focusing on the beats.
"Gomen -"
He interrupts her quickly. "No apologies. I like it when it beats this fast for you."
Maki smiles.
x+x O W A R I x+x
ehhh...
missiemae