Author: YES I HAVE RECOVERED FROM MY WRITER'S BLOCK
Pairing: Chinen Yuuri/Irie Saaya
Rating: PG for melons
Disclaimer: HORIKOSHI OWNS THE CHILDREN
Notes: For madhardcandy, mostly. :D Late Chinen/Saaya birthday fic, early Christmas fic, etc.
Saaya Irie walks to school accompanied by nothing but the cold winter air and her handy-dandy iPod, playing random Western Christmas songs to further set the mood. She looked up the sky. She could tell by its darkness that today, she was a little earlier than her usual trips. She smiled. The stars amused her so; they were scattered all over the heavens like the little beads on her bed that she used to string together. They shined like diamonds on a crystal clear space. Saaya took her phone out and took pictures: the perfect blogging material.
Thinking that she’d already saved the pictures, she holds her phone across her to view them but the screen registers a familiar figure standing in front of the school gate. Oh, she has arrived. And oh, someone had come even earlier than her. The figure waves at her, she doesn’t see who exactly it is, but there isn’t much short people in Horikoshi pants who’d act friendly around her. And when she says friendly, she doesn’t mean anyone who thinks that the windows to her soul are somewhere behind her shirt.
Her paces are faster now, almost in sync with the beats of her heart. Her smile is also wider as she bites on her lower lip, trying her best to hide whatever happiness it is that she doesn’t want Chinen to take notice.
“Oha-yo!” Chinen greets her, “extra early today, huh?”
She fidgets on the earphone that, with the help of some conspiring force from the universe, managed to tangle itself on her supposedly smooth, silky, straight hair. Chinen, of course, being the gentleman that he isn’t known for, gives her a hand and effortlessly slides the wire off her hair. Suddenly, it doesn’t feel very cold anymore, and she’s positive that her face’s color had changed to something else; perhaps a shade of one of those funny Christmas balls on one of the trees she’d passed by this morning.
“Ohayo.” She controls herself, she knows that she will stutter any second now and she is at her best, avoiding it.
They travel a long journey side by side toward their classroom, admiring the Christmas decorations that the school had recently decked out on hallways and staircases. Today, their class will be bringing a few ornaments to put inside their own room. Saaya has a few on her bag, and she gathers them out on her table as soon as they reach their destination.
Despite her love for Christmas and the pretty paraphernalia that come with it, there are a few things that Saaya didn’t really understand. “What’s this?” she asks more to herself than to anyone else while holding a green plant of some sort that her mother had probably misplaced along with the garlands and hollies that glittered of gold and red.
Chinen walks across her and they are separated by Saaya’s table. “You should lift it up a little higher.”
She tiptoes a little and playfully raises the plant above her head, “Like this?”
“Hmm,” He nods. “I wonder if you ever listened to that certain Literature topic, Irie~chan.” Saaya notices a dangerous twist in Chinen’s lips but just by looking at those lips she is already more than distracted.
“What about literature?” She blinks a nervous stare to a sincere naive expression.
Chinen paces around the table toward her and takes the plant in question between their palms. He intertwines their fingers and positions himself below, not doing a good job in feigning innocence. “We’re supposed to celebrate Baldur-san’s resurrection.”
A pause. A staring contest. A very, very awkward silence. Then, he kisses her.
She recognizes the taste of melons. Wait, what?
Even before Saaya can form a proper question in her mind, Chinen is already pulling away as she slowly opens her eyes. His face is still only a few centimeters away from her, their noses touching. “Melonpan’s my favorite breakfast,” He whispers as if catching one of her thoughts (which was everywhere), and she can feel him breathing on her.
“S-so this is how a mistletoe looks like.” The plant isn’t even on top of them anymore, as she had placed her hands on Chinen’s shoulder by instinct once he dived onto her. Chinen smiles and lets go of her waist. He goes back to his seat to fix his things and Saaya’s eyes follow him while she tries to compose herself.
“I didn’t know Chinen-kun believed in Myths,”
He sits down and lazily rests his cheek on one hand. “I’m ditching Keito this year.” he decides pensively.
Chinen gives her a surprised look. “You don’t expect me to just run away with Saaya-chan’s first kiss, ne?”
She is Saaya-chan now, and how the hell does Chinen Yuuri get to leave her speechless many times in one morning? And what does that English dude have to do with anything?
“My treat, Christmas Eve, 4PM. We will have three hours because I need to sleep early.” Saaya thinks that he will not take ‘no’ for an answer. She nears him and thanks to all that talking she has mustered enough courage not only to reply to a question, but to lean in and make him respond to another set of mistletoe kisses.