drabble, Mai-HIME [Takumi/Akira, G]
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fruit cutter
Disclaimer: Can't remember who owns Mai-HIME. But I definitely don't.
Wordcount: 100, according to MS Word.
Notes: Inspired by the last episode of the anime, and written with no knowledge of Mai-OTOME whatsoever. Written in a hurry for the fandom you've never done before challenge.
It takes Akira five seconds to slice a Gala apple into six. Four seconds to remove the peel; Takumi laughs, watching flecks of red glossy skin with moist underside drop into the wastepaper basket. One second to halve and halve and halve again, the black pips cracking and tumbling out.
The fruit falls apart. Neat almost-crescents, wobbling on the saucer. You need to core them, says Takumi, and Akira snorts. Washes the pieces in a chlorhexidine-scented sink and gives one to him. Tap water rolls down their fingers, splatters the sterile bed.
You’re such a girl, she says; he smiles.
Disclaimer: Can't remember who owns Mai-HIME. But I definitely don't.
Wordcount: 100, according to MS Word.
Notes: Inspired by the last episode of the anime, and written with no knowledge of Mai-OTOME whatsoever. Written in a hurry for the fandom you've never done before challenge.
It takes Akira five seconds to slice a Gala apple into six. Four seconds to remove the peel; Takumi laughs, watching flecks of red glossy skin with moist underside drop into the wastepaper basket. One second to halve and halve and halve again, the black pips cracking and tumbling out.
The fruit falls apart. Neat almost-crescents, wobbling on the saucer. You need to core them, says Takumi, and Akira snorts. Washes the pieces in a chlorhexidine-scented sink and gives one to him. Tap water rolls down their fingers, splatters the sterile bed.
You’re such a girl, she says; he smiles.