Klancetober Day I - Walk in the Park (Leakira AU)
The last neon green light got swallowed up by the red and orange leaves as Akira looked behind them. Leandro didn’t seem to grasp what a novel view it was. Then again, Leandro hadn’t grown up beneath towering skyscrapers and breathing stale, dirty air. Fact was, that while Akira knew trees, he had never been to a park. Ever. And the densely planted trees were high enough to completely block out anything but the natural light of the dawning sun
He felt a tug on his hand, fingers still firmly intertwined with Leandro’s, and looked away from the fascinating display of nature towards his boyfriend (boyfriend!). Who looked somewhat impatiently at Akira’s feet, rooted as they were to the soft ground.
“Come on, Slowpoke,” Leandro nervously looked around, “this place should be empty for a while yet, but we really can’t afford to get caught. And with our luck…”
“I’ve never seen so many trees in one place before.”
Leandro almost choked on the rest of his sentence as he caught the embarrassed smile Akira threw him.
Really, the black haired boy hadn’t actually meant to blurt it out, but the embarrassment changed to amusement when Leandro froze for more than a few moments, staring noncomprehending at him.
“You- wait,” the Cuban boy sputtered, “you’ve never seen-”
“Nope.” The smile on Akira’s face had taken on a mind of its own while Leandro was still struggling to comprehend how someone had never seen a blasted copse of trees.
“OK. Fine. You’re a city boy through and through. Oh-kay.”
His right hand, the one not holding onto Akira’s hand in a mutual death grip, got dragged over his face once in a gesture of complete defeat.
“We can’t leave it like that.” He threw Akira an accusing glance.
“You’ve never been to a blasted park. How did you even survive?”
Instead of giving him time to answer, Leandro dragged his boyfriend further into the cover of the trees, hummed low in his throat, and detangled their hands.
He was hard pressed to smother the undignified noise that threatened to spill out when Akira frowned at their separated hands.
Instead, he slid his arm around Akira’s waist, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Akira flushed and retaliated in kind.
They started walking through the trees, following a random path as Leandro whispered names of different trees into Akira’s ear, who had given up on stopping the smile that felt still so foreign, even as it was trying to take permanent residence on his face.
For once they weren’t spotted within the next hour.
Ive decided I could very well also publish the Ficlets I do for Klancetober (I’m more of a writer than an artist, but I’m working on it) here on tumblr.
The prompt list was made by Ikimaru and I adore it, it’s really fun.
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