Ship: Hikaru/Kanako Fandom: Princess Nine Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED Square: valentines day syrup Word Count: 404
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Hikaru drenches her waffles in the expensive maple syrup Kanako buys her. Kanako’s parents, on the few occasions they have to eat breakfast with the two of them, are quick to point out how unhealthy and wasteful it is, dropping their favorite passive-aggressive hints that since Kanako’s in medical school now she ought to use her expert opinion to tell Hikaru to dial it down. Kanako smiles and nods and buys Hikaru another bottle when she goes through the current one, because her parents are completely missing the point.
It’s not that it’s healthy, but Hikaru works out and brushes her teeth; she’s back to playing softball on her college team (baseball was fun, but different; the smaller diamond and the larger ball, pitches curving like a cosine through the air have always called to Hikaru more than the glory and recognition she’s gotten from baseball, and Kanako gets it). And Kanako wants to indulge her, simple as that. Maybe that’s what this kind of relationship is, balancing the desire to spoil the other person rotten and doing what’s best for them, and in the scheme of things Kanako’s got nothing else to spend her outrageously-large inheritance from her grandmother on. Why not fancy, imported syrup? Even if it’s not a health benefit, they don’t have to live a rigid lifestyle if they can afford not to (Kanako had spent too much time in the beginning of that first year of high school on the outside looking in at what she’d wanted and had enough room to do not to know that).
She buys Hikaru a new bottle on Valentine’s Day, even though there’s one half-finished and sticky with Hikaru’s syrup-stained fingerprints already in the fridge. The new one’s from a different manufacturer, some kind of Canadian reserve brand.
“Tell me how it is,” Kanako says, pushing up her glasses. “And don’t get me anything until white day.”
Hikaru rolls her eyes. “Please. Here.”
She holds out her fork full of buttery, syrupy waffle. It’s bad; Kanako doesn't need the extra sugar. She bites it off the end, and God this syrup is good (if Hikaru prefers the other stuff, Kanako’s going to buy this one for herself every once in a while).
“Good, right?” says Hikaru, grinning.
She doesn’t wait for Kanako’s answer, lips meeting hers in a sticky, overly-sweet kiss that Kanako doesn’t mind in the slightest.
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, B1, G
Fandom: Princess Nine
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Square: valentines day syrup
Word Count: 404
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Hikaru drenches her waffles in the expensive maple syrup Kanako buys her. Kanako’s parents, on the few occasions they have to eat breakfast with the two of them, are quick to point out how unhealthy and wasteful it is, dropping their favorite passive-aggressive hints that since Kanako’s in medical school now she ought to use her expert opinion to tell Hikaru to dial it down. Kanako smiles and nods and buys Hikaru another bottle when she goes through the current one, because her parents are completely missing the point.
It’s not that it’s healthy, but Hikaru works out and brushes her teeth; she’s back to playing softball on her college team (baseball was fun, but different; the smaller diamond and the larger ball, pitches curving like a cosine through the air have always called to Hikaru more than the glory and recognition she’s gotten from baseball, and Kanako gets it). And Kanako wants to indulge her, simple as that. Maybe that’s what this kind of relationship is, balancing the desire to spoil the other person rotten and doing what’s best for them, and in the scheme of things Kanako’s got nothing else to spend her outrageously-large inheritance from her grandmother on. Why not fancy, imported syrup? Even if it’s not a health benefit, they don’t have to live a rigid lifestyle if they can afford not to (Kanako had spent too much time in the beginning of that first year of high school on the outside looking in at what she’d wanted and had enough room to do not to know that).
She buys Hikaru a new bottle on Valentine’s Day, even though there’s one half-finished and sticky with Hikaru’s syrup-stained fingerprints already in the fridge. The new one’s from a different manufacturer, some kind of Canadian reserve brand.
“Tell me how it is,” Kanako says, pushing up her glasses. “And don’t get me anything until white day.”
Hikaru rolls her eyes. “Please. Here.”
She holds out her fork full of buttery, syrupy waffle. It’s bad; Kanako doesn't need the extra sugar. She bites it off the end, and God this syrup is good (if Hikaru prefers the other stuff, Kanako’s going to buy this one for herself every once in a while).
“Good, right?” says Hikaru, grinning.
She doesn’t wait for Kanako’s answer, lips meeting hers in a sticky, overly-sweet kiss that Kanako doesn’t mind in the slightest.