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sunshine_city2013-04-28 09:41 pm
dreamship) wrote in sunshine_city2013-04-28 09:41 pm
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drabble set
Drabble Set #1: 8 underneath
Fandom: Uta no Prince-Sama
What Sunny does at work, apparently. One long, the rest are very short.
They weren't friends.
Roommates who (mostly) understood the need for personal pace, civil enough to not leave messes and to nudge the other at mealtimes and (reluctantly) make sure the other was alright. But they fought a lot, arguments over little things, flying fists over not-so-little things, petty bickering and taunting and glares over almost everything. They had gotten far used to each other's presence that their rivalry had become a constructive hatred.
It was easy enough to ignore Ren's comings and goings into the room, as he was quiet and didn't make a big show of it, so Masato felt at ease and could focus on his current project as he sat by the small table on the floor near the bed. He didn't need to care that Ren was back, of course - they weren't friends. So he just focused on a score book, flipping through the empty pages. Ren had been hovering over him for the past two minutes, but he was too engrossed in those light lines on the paper to notice the odd expression his roommate had been giving him until Ren's hand encircled around his wrist and a strong yank urged him to his feet.
"What are you--"
"You've been staring at nothing for at least two hours. If you don't know it now, you're not gonna know it in the next five minutes."
"What--"
Was it about the paper? What was he doing watching him anyway? He was more than ready to protest, but words left his mouth as that hand tugged him towards the door.
"Come on."
Ren hadn't skipped a beat. He just left the room, pulling Masato along. They had only managed to make it to the end of the hall before the younger boy yanked his arm away, gently rubbing at his wrist. He stopped walking, opting for glaring at his roommate.
"I'll go voluntarily, as this seems of utmost urgency," sarcastically, "but do you mind telling me where we're even going?"
With that, Ren smirked that mischievous smirk, and answered the question dead on: "Convenience store."
...okay, he was joking, right?
Five minutes later standing in front of the Saotomate, Masato's eyes were immediately drawn to a small sign inside, easily spotted from the front door.
A melon bread sale, and they had baked a fresh batch.
...Ren wasn't his friend, but he knew him too damn well.
"Jinguji," he said slowly, "you're awful."
Ren's smirk was back. "Consider it an apology for giving out the last two in the snack bin."
Masato quickly turned. "What?"
"Oh, you didn't notice?" Leisurely, Ren began walking into the little store. "I should take back my offer, then." But even with saying that, he grabbed a small basket and began to follow, and Masato took that as his lead to do the same.
---
Masato hadn't expected to fall asleep while working on calligraphy, but he awoke to a few surprises: a blanket draped over his shoulders, the ink lid covered securely, a paintbrush sitting in water instead of dried out next to him... ad the word 'princess' painted onto his forehead.
---
"You're so stiff," Ren muttered as he slid an arm around Masato's waist. Embarrassed and uncertain, Masato looked away, but his ears burned quite noticeably as Ren pulled him even closer. "How are you ever going to learn to dance if you're all flustered over this?"
That had Masato glaring. "I don't want to dance!"
---
Secretly, Masato drinks milk with something other than melon bread. When a romantic box of chocolate ends up on his table, gifts from Ren's numerous admirers showering him with sweet affection, he'll buy a small bottle of milk and slowly work his way through both. Ren doesn't mind it--this way, the chocolates get eaten.
---
Natsuki's in the kitchen again, and Otoya, Syo, and Tokiya are in Ren and Masato's dorm room. It's a little annoying, but Masato is okay with assisting the welfare of friends. Ren, on the other hand, wants to challenge them to eat whatever's being whipped up, so when Natsuki sends Cecil to find them, they're all busted.
---
Syo is a doll because he's Natsuki's precious friend. With long golden locks, a frilly pink and yellow summer dress, cute white maryjane shoes on his feet, he was absolutely gorgeous, even without the make-up. He's picture perfect, perched on the chair, and Natsuki just wishes he could keep him on a shelf. Now, if only he'd stay as cute once Natsuki removed the rope.
---
One can only look so manly in a dress. But since he lost a bet, he would wear the dumb thing for the next few hours and avoid everyone he knew. This lasted all of ten minutes before Ren made a large, public show of handing him a rose, caressing his cheek, and walking away laughing.
Fandom: Uta no Prince-Sama
What Sunny does at work, apparently. One long, the rest are very short.
They weren't friends.
Roommates who (mostly) understood the need for personal pace, civil enough to not leave messes and to nudge the other at mealtimes and (reluctantly) make sure the other was alright. But they fought a lot, arguments over little things, flying fists over not-so-little things, petty bickering and taunting and glares over almost everything. They had gotten far used to each other's presence that their rivalry had become a constructive hatred.
It was easy enough to ignore Ren's comings and goings into the room, as he was quiet and didn't make a big show of it, so Masato felt at ease and could focus on his current project as he sat by the small table on the floor near the bed. He didn't need to care that Ren was back, of course - they weren't friends. So he just focused on a score book, flipping through the empty pages. Ren had been hovering over him for the past two minutes, but he was too engrossed in those light lines on the paper to notice the odd expression his roommate had been giving him until Ren's hand encircled around his wrist and a strong yank urged him to his feet.
"What are you--"
"You've been staring at nothing for at least two hours. If you don't know it now, you're not gonna know it in the next five minutes."
"What--"
Was it about the paper? What was he doing watching him anyway? He was more than ready to protest, but words left his mouth as that hand tugged him towards the door.
"Come on."
Ren hadn't skipped a beat. He just left the room, pulling Masato along. They had only managed to make it to the end of the hall before the younger boy yanked his arm away, gently rubbing at his wrist. He stopped walking, opting for glaring at his roommate.
"I'll go voluntarily, as this seems of utmost urgency," sarcastically, "but do you mind telling me where we're even going?"
With that, Ren smirked that mischievous smirk, and answered the question dead on: "Convenience store."
...okay, he was joking, right?
Five minutes later standing in front of the Saotomate, Masato's eyes were immediately drawn to a small sign inside, easily spotted from the front door.
A melon bread sale, and they had baked a fresh batch.
...Ren wasn't his friend, but he knew him too damn well.
"Jinguji," he said slowly, "you're awful."
Ren's smirk was back. "Consider it an apology for giving out the last two in the snack bin."
Masato quickly turned. "What?"
"Oh, you didn't notice?" Leisurely, Ren began walking into the little store. "I should take back my offer, then." But even with saying that, he grabbed a small basket and began to follow, and Masato took that as his lead to do the same.
---
Masato hadn't expected to fall asleep while working on calligraphy, but he awoke to a few surprises: a blanket draped over his shoulders, the ink lid covered securely, a paintbrush sitting in water instead of dried out next to him... ad the word 'princess' painted onto his forehead.
---
"You're so stiff," Ren muttered as he slid an arm around Masato's waist. Embarrassed and uncertain, Masato looked away, but his ears burned quite noticeably as Ren pulled him even closer. "How are you ever going to learn to dance if you're all flustered over this?"
That had Masato glaring. "I don't want to dance!"
---
Secretly, Masato drinks milk with something other than melon bread. When a romantic box of chocolate ends up on his table, gifts from Ren's numerous admirers showering him with sweet affection, he'll buy a small bottle of milk and slowly work his way through both. Ren doesn't mind it--this way, the chocolates get eaten.
---
Natsuki's in the kitchen again, and Otoya, Syo, and Tokiya are in Ren and Masato's dorm room. It's a little annoying, but Masato is okay with assisting the welfare of friends. Ren, on the other hand, wants to challenge them to eat whatever's being whipped up, so when Natsuki sends Cecil to find them, they're all busted.
---
Syo is a doll because he's Natsuki's precious friend. With long golden locks, a frilly pink and yellow summer dress, cute white maryjane shoes on his feet, he was absolutely gorgeous, even without the make-up. He's picture perfect, perched on the chair, and Natsuki just wishes he could keep him on a shelf. Now, if only he'd stay as cute once Natsuki removed the rope.
---
One can only look so manly in a dress. But since he lost a bet, he would wear the dumb thing for the next few hours and avoid everyone he knew. This lasted all of ten minutes before Ren made a large, public show of handing him a rose, caressing his cheek, and walking away laughing.