hi hello may i interest you in some misc ships both rare and not <3
"i want her back" + higumitch
"none of us go on forever." + fukufuku
"what? sorry, i'm a bit tired." + mushiango
"we can beg for forgiveness later" + lemon futon
higumitch + “i want her back”
“Gin!!!” Higuchi called out, running towards them so fast she basically collided against her friend when finally getting there. In fact, if Gin wasn’t strong enough to counter such a speed with ease, the two would have ended up on the floor. “I need your help, please! It’s… an emergency.”
Gin let go of her and took a step back so there was enough space to motion, then signed a simple ‘Context? Please.’
“Okay… I’ve just met a very pretty girl, and I’ve also totally made a fool of myself and…” She let out a deep, embarrassed sigh. “I stumbled so badly. Then I panicked and fled, and almost tripped with my own feet too and… fuck. Bet she thinks I’m a complete idiot.”
‘No. Doubt it.’ Gin replied, stretching a hand to readjust one of the clips on Higuchi’s hair, and before she could ask how anyone could be that sure, the answer manifested in the most literal sense.
Margaret was approaching them.
“Hope I’m not interrupting anything.” She said when arriving, a polite smile on her face. Gin instantly shook his head, which wasn’t much of a save but didn’t count as throwing Higuchi under the bus either (as if her friend would actually do that, but well, she was nervous). When she mirrored the gesture, Margaret continued. “Then I want her back.”
Said and done: tapping her shoulder in encouragement, Gin quickly took her leave.
lemon futon + “we can beg for forgiveness later”
“And if something goes wrong and we get caught?” Katai asked, already dreading the answer he might get.
“Ah, don’t worry! We can beg for forgiveness later.” And… there it was; just as he was expecting, Kajii didn’t exactly reassure him. In fact, he was so nervous he might be about to puke at any moment. Still, he didn’t let go of Kajii’s hand and let him guide them both to the place. “Have you never ever risked getting into trouble just ‘cause the thing you were gonna do was fun?”
“Uh… no, not really.” Growing up, Doppo had been his only actual friend, and the only one of the two who ever got into trouble as well even if it was about defending certain causes and not looking for fun per se.
“Oh! In that case, will you let me show you, my dear Katai?” Instead of seeming upset in any capacity, there was a glimmer in his eyes hinting at how the possibility appealed to him greatly. He even stopped for a second, now taking both of Katai’s hands and smiling from ear to ear. It didn’t take a genius to notice the silent plea that accompanied the gesture, nor could he resist it.
“I--” A smile tugged at Katai’s lips. “Alright, I will.”
fukufuku + “none of us go on forever”
“None of us go on forever, I know.” Fukuzawa said, after only a brief moment in silence; it felt like, if he left anything unsaid, it would be like that permanently. And given how they had to return from the book’s space eventually, the feeling was rooted in something very real. “But I wish things had been different.”
“Me too, Yuki. Me too.” Gen’ichirô replied, and something stirred inside his chest at the sound of those words.
‘Yuki’ was a remnant of way simpler times, where they could be just kids and their first separation was still so far ahead none of them could have predicted. And getting called like that, now they were heading for their last…
Without even thinking about it, he held out his hand to the side, and shortly after their fingers were entwined. They way it had happened many years ago, as Gen’ichirô led him towards his latest discovery (a new bakery, a stray cat, the train they shouldn’t miss). The way it had also been when they became a couple.
“I wish we’d had more time, too.” Was the last thing Fukuzawa heard before the moment was broken.
mushiango + “what? sorry, i’m a bit tired”
“What?” Ango said, finally moving his eyes away from the documents he had been… glancing at, saying he was paying attention at that point would have been quite the overstatement, and Mushitarô knew it. “Sorry, I’m a bit tired.”
“I figured when you didn’t answer the first three times.” He answered, scrunching his nose a little before letting out a simple sigh.
“Sorry, really. I thought I could get this done before heading out and now it’s been… how much time has it been?” As he finished speaking, Ango moved to reach for his phone and check the hour. But instead of letting him proceed, Mushitarô basically shoved the screen of his own towards Ango’s face. And, upon reading the clock’s numbers, his eyes went wide. “Holy shit…”
“Yeah. Anyway, you’re going home.” Mushitarô turned the phone screen back so he could face it again, and started looking some things up. “And I’m going to cancel the reservation for tonight’s restaurant.”
“What? Wait!” Ango grabbed his wrist, pleading, but he didn’t yield.
“No. If you’re as exhausted as you look, there’s no way having dinner out is going to be as enjoyable as it could be. So you’re going home, I’m going with you, and we’re ordering takeout instead.”
At what was very clearly the realization of how Mushitarô wasn’t calling their date off but rearranging the specifics, Ango visibly relaxed.
