Drabble Meme: Competition
Sanada/Michiru, Yukimura/Shinobu. PG. Crossover (Koko wa Greenwood girls version).
It’s inadmissible how this love thing enslaves you.
2005 | 290 words
They do everything together now. Dates, movies, lunch, dinner, math, library, arcade, concerts, Sundays at the park, even tennis -tennis- he is teaching her. It annoys Sanada on a childish, petty level that makes him burry the cap deeper onto his head and grumble to himself in a rather poor attempt to hide it - he’s sure some people have noticed, from the looks and smiles he gets every now and then.
Whatever’s happened to individuality, Sanada wonders. Whatever’s happened to the days when a man would be a man and a woman would be a woman, and there would be no need to walk around side by side twenty four hours a day, living in each other’s shadow. Now there are joined hands and joined hips and joined minds, and with each passing day, Sanada can’t tell who is one and who is the other anymore. It’s inadmissible how this “love” thing enslaves you, he thinks, grunting and pulling at his cap again.
“Say, Gen-chan,” Michiru calls in a little sigh besides him, giving him that unnerving smile and pointing to Seiichi and Shinobu across the table, the ridiculous loverbirds entangled in a kiss deep enough that Sanada is sure Seiichi’s tongue will come out of the back of the girl’s head any moment now. “At this rate those two will be having grandchildren before you decide to kiss me already.”
He is careful not to gag on his tea, but he has to put it down to adjust his cap one more time. It’s just not fitting right today, no matter what he does. Then the tea is forgotten as he tucks his hands on his pockets and stares at his feet, mumbling “It’s not a competition.”
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