Category: Fanfic

Brooding was not an activity that Hikari believed should be allowed to make a person look sexy. In Ken’s case, brooding happened too often already – and not with good results. But she had to privately admit that he did look good leaning against the wall outside of the dance hall with his hair being…

“This is totally not my fault,” Daisuke asserted, face set stubbornly. His brown eyes met Miyako’s squarely and without the sort of eager-to-please-fall-all-over-himself nervousness they’d always held when he’d been in love with Hikari. No wonder she’d missed this. Miyako sighed. “Like it matters now,” she reminded him, and gave his clothing a tug. “Come…

Iori had to admit, allowing himself to get caught up in Daisuke’s plotting had been a bad idea right from the start. He’d known it then, and he knew it now – oh, how he knew it now. How could he not, sitting on the lid of an out-of-order toilet with his legs neatly crossed…

“That outfit,” Miyako said flatly, directing a peevish look through the crowd at her rival, “is a totally unfair advantage. It’s like… it’s like cheating. It’s a festival dance – you should have to wear a yukata to a festival dance. It’s like a rule.” “Not exactly,” Hikari pointed out, slow and cautious. She had…

“The summer festival dance?” Hikari looked surprised, and honestly, Iori didn’t blame her. He didn’t normally go to dances – they really weren’t the sort of thing he enjoyed. To be perfectly honest, he was about half convinced that he was losing his mind. Or rather, what was left of it. “I told Daisuke I…

Takeru should’ve learned. He really should’ve. Miyako’s arrival at his house that morning and the bomb she’d dropped should taught him something. It was just a really, really bad day for answering the door. And knowing that, he should have slunk low on the couch and pretended he wasn’t home until whoever was pounding on…

“Do you realize,” Ken began, typically quiet but with a certain conviction behind the words, “how things will turn out if I agree to be Hikari’s date for the dance? It really can’t end well, no matter how you look at it.” Takeru sighed, and leaned against the doorframe leading into his friend’s apartment. “You…

“This,” Miyako stated flatly, one eyebrow twitching as if it were an indication of an imminent explosion, “is all Daisuke’s fault. As usual.” Hikari smiled, although with some trepidation. “Oh, really?” She carefully stowed away the book she’d been reading before Miyako’s unexpected visit to her room had interrupted. “How so?” Actually, she didn’t even…

“At least you two managed to hold off until after exams.” Hikari glanced around at the boxes scattered in Ken’s less than spacious living room. “From the way he was talking, I was half thinking he’d be pulling all his things up here the night you asked him.” “Yeah…” Ken looked distracted. “He would have,…

“Done!” Daisuke set his hands on his hips, grinning in triumph at the black and white photos he’d laid out in front of him. “I am so the master – just look at that.” Hikari moved to glance at his finished work. “Those look great, Daisuke,” she congratulated him. “So does this mean you’re getting…