Titolo: Netflix & Tea
Personaggi: Makoto Naegi, Kiyotaka Ishimaru, Madre di Makoto
Genere: Introspettivo, Romantico
Warning: AU, Fluff, UST, Hurt/Comfort, Shounen-ai
Riassunto: “And… more importantly, I’d like to spend some time with you. No homework, no schedules… just the two of us and… I don’t know, something fun to do together… uh?” he had implied, his voice faltering under the weight of a sudden wave of embarrassment.
Ishimaru’s reaction had been as sudden as predictable.
“Oh. Oooh… well, you have a point… uhm… me too… I’d like to… well, if this is your argument… I think we deserve some… uh… quality time together with this… Netflix, yeah” he had murmured, his face reddening like one of a mountain monkey, to quote Oowada-kun, and his gaze had wandered restlessly over his figure.
Then he had taken his hand in a light hold and spoken no more, apparently too embarrassed by the current train of his thoughts.
Makoto had returned his warm hold and smiled.
Yes, that would have been a truly relaxing weekend.
Note dell'autore: I just needed this. I'm weak and I needed to watch my babies being happy and loved and, and, and...
Ok, a couple of notes before you start the reading:
1. I used Makoto's first name but Ishimaru's family name because calling Ishimaru by his first name sounds strange to me. My quirks are nonsensical, forgive me, pls.
2. I haven't watched "Stranger Things" yet but I thought it would've been an interesting show for these two; moreover, the plot of the series isn't even relevant to this story, so... I dunno.
3. I'm confused, writing about Ishimaru and Makoto filled me with positive feelings, they're so CUTE. At first it should've been all fluff and comedy, then UST and angst kicked in, because this leopard can't change her spots. *creis*
4. I hope you like it; also, THANK YOU, WAIFU, I'll never stop thanking you for all the awesome beta work you make every time. Such patient, much obliged.
Ok, end of the notes.
Titolo: Sic transit gloria mundi
Personaggi: Kiyotaka Ishimaru
Genere: Introspettivo, Drammatico
Warning: Nonsense, Angst, Character Death, Stream of consciousness, Missing Scene, Spoiler from Chapter 2 of "Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc"
Riassunto: Creak creak makes that sound again in his head.
Creak creak and then a crack, distinct and clear in between the mess that are his thoughts: his imagination is playing the same dirty trick again and again, for the umpteenth time in two hours. Green fabric makes no sound when his Brother’s hands run through it and it’s just a mere hypothesis under the compelling sound of crevices that lacerate the once smooth walls of his intellect, leaving behind streams of black and void, through which he can witness.
Note dell'autore:Long story short: I've just played chapter two of "Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc" and it hurts. It hurts so much I obviously had to write down something about Ishimaru - my son, my sunshine - suffering for his Bro's death. Because of reasons. Because I like angst even if it hurts a lot.
Pretty nonsensical, I know, but it's a stream of consciousness, more or less. Also my personal interpretation of how Ishimaru dealt with Chihiro's and Mondo's death.
Not good, sadly. *creis*
EDIT: I've almost forgot to THANK MY SPLENDID WAIFU! Without her attentive proofreading this fic wouldn't have been so good. Thank you so much! *creis again*