[Ficlets] Dictionary 2/5
This is going to be a series of ficlets where the prompts were taken from random words on the dictionary. This is part two.
Part one can be found here~
Title: Feminine - 100 words
Definition: adj. conventionally thought to be appropriate for a woman or girl.
Pairing: Yabu/Inoo for crescentharpe
Genre/Rating: Crack/PG lol
“Ne, Kei-chan, can you please get my towel?” Yabu asked, peeping from the shower door, his
hair still wet.
“I’m not your mother Kota.” He murmured, not even looking up.
“Okay, so you want me to walk out of the bathroom naked?”
“I dare you dude.” He chortled.
Yabu rolled his eyes. “C’mon. Girls shouldn’t tease guys to walk around the room naked, unless
they’re together you know.”
Inoo stood, grabbed the towel, and chucked it at Yabu’s face muttering, “Damn Yabu-mama. I’m
not a girl.”
“Right, you’re just feminine.”
The next thing that met Yabu’s face was Inoo’s magazine.
Title: Gaunt - 125 words
Definition: adj. extremely thin and bony in appearance
Pairing: Yamada/Shida
Genre/Rating: Crack/G
It was lunch time for the 2D students of Horikoshi but Yamada was silent in one corner, reading
his English textbook. Mirai sat next to him with a tray of food.
“Yamachan, why aren’t you eating?” Mirai asked, taking a spoon of mushroom chowder to her
mouth.
“I’m on a diet you know. Johnny-san is gonna kill me if I’d end up fat. It won’t look good on
camera.” He explained.
“Well Johnny-san can suck it! You should eat! Look at you! You’re thinner!”
“I’ll get fat easy if I’d eat a lot. Johnny will kill me!”
“I’ll kill Johnny first before that happens, now eat Yamada.” she said, her voice firm.
He let out a whimper before munching on Mirai’s slice of sans rival.
Title: Haiku - 149 words
Definition: n. a form of Japanese poetry with 17 syllables in three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five
syllables, often describing nature or a season.
Pairing: Morimoto/Wilson
Genre/Rating: Fluff/G
“Morimoto-kun, what’s that you’re doing?” Ayaka asked, her hair getting in her face as she
bowed to peer at Ryutaro who was writing. She quickly put it behind her ears and smiled when he met
her gaze.
“Uh. It’s an assignment.” He mumbled.
“Looks like you’re having a hard time.” She silently sat next to him as they were in the library.
“Yeah, it’s a bit hard.”
“What is it? Maybe I could help.” She said enthusiastically.
He smiled and pointed at that one word he was supposed to make.
“Ooh, that’s a bit hard to make, especially when you’re confined here.”
“What do you mean?” he said, their faces inches apart.
“You need to be in the wild, be with nature. You could find a really good inspiration out there.”
She beamed.
“W - Will Ayaka-chan, come with me?” he timidly asked.
“Sure, you’re my favorite in JUMP anyway.”
Title: Infuriate - 96 words
Definition: v. to make somebody extremely angry.
Pairing: Ikuta/Ishihara
Genre/Rating: Rage - Crack/G
“Why of all things did you choose this one?!” she yelled at his ears, making him cringe.
“I thought you might like it.” he answered.
“But you know I hate cats!”
“You didn’t tell me that.”
“Yes I did! I hate cats more than I hate wasabi!”
“I really didn’t know.”
“You’re always doing this Toma. I hate you!” Satomi crossed her arms.
“I never, ever wanted to make you feel angry towards me. Honest!”
“Yeah right.” A roll of her eyes.
“So, shall I get you a hamster instead?”
“I hate hamsters more!” she snapped.
Title: Jape - 155 words
Definition: n. a joke or an act of mischief
Pairing: Takaki/Hikaru
Genre/Rating: Crack/G
“Are you sure this will work, Hikaru?” Takaki whispered at him as they fit themselves in the
small closet.
“Yes, just shut up so no one will know we’re here.” he chuckled.
“Who will it be?” the other guy asked softly.
“I'm sure whoever it is, he’ll enjoy the oatmeal bath.” And their bodies shook as they tried to
contain their laughter.
The door to the dimly lit room slowly opened with a creak and a loud thud was heard. They
laughed even more as their prank was put to action. More of the lights flickered on and a mess stood at
the door’s frame. Wrinkled hands wiped the face filled with oatmeal, revealing a very livid man in an
elegant black suit. His nearly balding head was covered with oatmeal too.
“We are so in trouble Bakaki…” Hikaru muttered, shaking.
“Why? Who is that?”
“Johnny-san.” His voice faded as the closet door flung open.