Ship: Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi Fandom: Daiya no Ace Major tags: None Other tags: None Word count: 533
I can never escape from Kuramochi always chasing, and Ryousuke (eventually) giving in.
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It bothered Youichi far more than he would like to admit when Ryousuke was ignoring him at the bar, the pink-haired bartender setting down his usual with a wink before moving around the rest of the bar with ease.
A wink aimed at a pretty brunette in the corner before she smiled back flirtatiously, her gin and tonic appearing in the blink of an eye before she handed him far too much money and told him to keep the rest as a tip.
His attention next grabbed by a gorgeous blond man, obviously flirting to try and get himself an extra shot in his drink. Ryousuke doing his best to hide a grimace before filling the drink with far too much ice and soda in vengeance before handing it over with a smack on the bar top – fingers lingering on top of Ryousuke’s unwillingly.
It made Youichi’s heart twist more than a little in his chest. Memories of endless rainy nights spent staring out his front window, watching as neighbours dashed from their doors to cars and back again trying desperately to avoid the rain – all except for one pink-haired fool who would only walk slowly, face upturned into the spray with a keen smile on his face.
Made him think of the endless attempts to make conversation in passing on the street, once he actually found out the man worked only down the street from their apartments. Youichi spending far too much time at his own job distracted before facing numerous consequences.
“Kuramochi! If you burn a side dish one more time tonight, you're going to spend the rest of it cleaning instead of cooking – understood?” His head chef threatening before turning back towards the stove top in a huff.
I can't continue on like this… need to put up or shut up before I end up doing something far worse, like burning up the kitchen perhaps…
This was the main reason why he was here, one pink-haired, overly appearing to be flirty, yet seemingly one of the hardest individuals Youichi had ever tried to talk to in his life. He had no issues talking to everyone from his friends, to co-workers, to cute girls who sometimes hit on him at the bar… but nothing hit him so brutally hard as Ryousuke’s steely gaze.
A gaze he missed following him outside as he escaped the crowd of people, Youichi pulling out a smoke from the pack in his pocket before lighting up in the chilly air.
“Better watch out – that will be the death you.” That whispered voice chilling Youichi straight to the bone, causing him to momentarily pause his inhale – lungs burning with the effort of holding still instead of exhaling the poison coiling in his lungs.
“Maybe that's exactly what I'm looking for-“
Shocked to silence by his own admission, by the way Ryousuke only leaned closer to breathe the same air. Slim fingers grabbing away the cigarette in Youichi’s fingers, a set of pouted lips taking a slow breath on the rapidly dying cigarette – the way the burn only spread deeper as Youichi felt just how plush those lips were against his own.
Fill: team kuramochi youichi/miyuki kazuya, G
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major tags: None
Other tags: None
Word count: 533
I can never escape from Kuramochi always chasing, and Ryousuke (eventually) giving in.
***
It bothered Youichi far more than he would like to admit when Ryousuke was ignoring him at the bar, the pink-haired bartender setting down his usual with a wink before moving around the rest of the bar with ease.
A wink aimed at a pretty brunette in the corner before she smiled back flirtatiously, her gin and tonic appearing in the blink of an eye before she handed him far too much money and told him to keep the rest as a tip.
His attention next grabbed by a gorgeous blond man, obviously flirting to try and get himself an extra shot in his drink. Ryousuke doing his best to hide a grimace before filling the drink with far too much ice and soda in vengeance before handing it over with a smack on the bar top – fingers lingering on top of Ryousuke’s unwillingly.
It made Youichi’s heart twist more than a little in his chest. Memories of endless rainy nights spent staring out his front window, watching as neighbours dashed from their doors to cars and back again trying desperately to avoid the rain – all except for one pink-haired fool who would only walk slowly, face upturned into the spray with a keen smile on his face.
Made him think of the endless attempts to make conversation in passing on the street, once he actually found out the man worked only down the street from their apartments. Youichi spending far too much time at his own job distracted before facing numerous consequences.
“Kuramochi! If you burn a side dish one more time tonight, you're going to spend the rest of it cleaning instead of cooking – understood?” His head chef threatening before turning back towards the stove top in a huff.
I can't continue on like this… need to put up or shut up before I end up doing something far worse, like burning up the kitchen perhaps…
This was the main reason why he was here, one pink-haired, overly appearing to be flirty, yet seemingly one of the hardest individuals Youichi had ever tried to talk to in his life. He had no issues talking to everyone from his friends, to co-workers, to cute girls who sometimes hit on him at the bar… but nothing hit him so brutally hard as Ryousuke’s steely gaze.
A gaze he missed following him outside as he escaped the crowd of people, Youichi pulling out a smoke from the pack in his pocket before lighting up in the chilly air.
“Better watch out – that will be the death you.” That whispered voice chilling Youichi straight to the bone, causing him to momentarily pause his inhale – lungs burning with the effort of holding still instead of exhaling the poison coiling in his lungs.
“Maybe that's exactly what I'm looking for-“
Shocked to silence by his own admission, by the way Ryousuke only leaned closer to breathe the same air. Slim fingers grabbing away the cigarette in Youichi’s fingers, a set of pouted lips taking a slow breath on the rapidly dying cigarette – the way the burn only spread deeper as Youichi felt just how plush those lips were against his own.