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Title: n/a
Format: Short fic, first person limited
Prompt: Roof; marble
Ship: Yuuri/Serena
It's so irritating. I want to shout at him, tell him to throw it away, already, but there's nowhere to throw it, up here. I don't know why we're up here, though. He just… called to me in the hallway and told me to meet him up here.
But he smiles, and it's… weird. That's the only way to put it: a weird smile. There's nothing wrong with it, really, but it's weird, somehow.
And the noise continues.
So I scowl at him, cross my arms, and ask him what he wants. Not that it does any good, and I'm starting to think it won't no matter what I do. Because he's still rattling that stupid soda bottle around and the marble's still bouncing off the glass making that same irritating noise it has been since I walked out here.
He answers, at least.
It's hard to pay attention with that stupid soda bottle, though. The words are like a dull hum instead of distinct syllables.
“Cut it out!”
He just looks at me, innocent and confused, and annoyed as I am, I feel guilty. And angry that I do. Don't look at me like that when you're the one with the soda bottle! is on the tip of my tongue, but I bite it.
He smiles again. It's still weird. This whole thing is weird, but at least he sets the bottle down—and he apologises, and his voice is weird. Or not weird. It's nice, nicer than that bottle, anyway. I can actually hear him, now, and he goes on to answer my question a second time.
To talk, he says. He called me up here just to… Just to talk?! He could've picked anywhere and he picked the roof! How stupid! And I tell him that, tell him it's a waste of both our time to pick somewhere like a rooftop for a simple conversation, but he just keeps on smiling that weird smile of his and I can't really argue against a smile.
Idiot.
So I snap. The hall would've been fine, I tell him. I can stop for a few seconds if he just wants to ask a question or something. But a conversation on the roof is stupid! It's out of the way and that means I can't do what I need to do, and he clearly doesn't have anything he wants to talk about or he'd have started talking, already!
So I leave.
I can feel him watching me as I do, as I yank the door open—right up until the door shuts behind me.
It's only as I'm going down the stairs that I realise how cold it must be. The stairs are almost stifling compared to out on the roof. But… it hadn't been that cold, had it? I don't remember being cold.
Later, out the window, I can hear glass shatter—not like a window breaking. Something smaller.
The bottle.
I can see the marble rolling even from where I am by the window; it picks up the light and sparkles.
I'm cold, again. Weird.
Format: Short fic, first person limited
Prompt: Roof; marble
Ship: Yuuri/Serena
It's so irritating. I want to shout at him, tell him to throw it away, already, but there's nowhere to throw it, up here. I don't know why we're up here, though. He just… called to me in the hallway and told me to meet him up here.
But he smiles, and it's… weird. That's the only way to put it: a weird smile. There's nothing wrong with it, really, but it's weird, somehow.
And the noise continues.
So I scowl at him, cross my arms, and ask him what he wants. Not that it does any good, and I'm starting to think it won't no matter what I do. Because he's still rattling that stupid soda bottle around and the marble's still bouncing off the glass making that same irritating noise it has been since I walked out here.
He answers, at least.
It's hard to pay attention with that stupid soda bottle, though. The words are like a dull hum instead of distinct syllables.
“Cut it out!”
He just looks at me, innocent and confused, and annoyed as I am, I feel guilty. And angry that I do. Don't look at me like that when you're the one with the soda bottle! is on the tip of my tongue, but I bite it.
He smiles again. It's still weird. This whole thing is weird, but at least he sets the bottle down—and he apologises, and his voice is weird. Or not weird. It's nice, nicer than that bottle, anyway. I can actually hear him, now, and he goes on to answer my question a second time.
To talk, he says. He called me up here just to… Just to talk?! He could've picked anywhere and he picked the roof! How stupid! And I tell him that, tell him it's a waste of both our time to pick somewhere like a rooftop for a simple conversation, but he just keeps on smiling that weird smile of his and I can't really argue against a smile.
Idiot.
So I snap. The hall would've been fine, I tell him. I can stop for a few seconds if he just wants to ask a question or something. But a conversation on the roof is stupid! It's out of the way and that means I can't do what I need to do, and he clearly doesn't have anything he wants to talk about or he'd have started talking, already!
So I leave.
I can feel him watching me as I do, as I yank the door open—right up until the door shuts behind me.
It's only as I'm going down the stairs that I realise how cold it must be. The stairs are almost stifling compared to out on the roof. But… it hadn't been that cold, had it? I don't remember being cold.
Later, out the window, I can hear glass shatter—not like a window breaking. Something smaller.
The bottle.
I can see the marble rolling even from where I am by the window; it picks up the light and sparkles.
I'm cold, again. Weird.
