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Binan Koukou Chikyuu Boueibu HAPPY KISS!; Fic; Duck, Duck, Mother Goose
Title: Duck, Duck, Mother Goose
Fandom: Binan Koukou Chikyuu Boueibu HAPPY KISS!
Prompt: Fight
Medium: Fic
Wordcount: 1,314 Words
Warnings: Spoilers for the show.
Summary: After scolding Kyoutaro for his recklessness during their most recent battle, Ryouma is subsequently blown off and his concern is discounted as needless worry. He decides against going to the club room after school the following day and Kyoutaro immediately starts to worry himself, going completely against his own character and actively pursuing leads in order to track his friend down.
"You could have been killed!" Ryouma shouts at last, clenching his hands into fists. "Whether you like it or not, Kyoutaro, there are people who worry about you! You've got to stop being so reckless and carefree all the time!"
Kyoutaro hums, "I'm fine, though. Why are you yelling so loudly?"
Tears cloud Ryouma's vision, but he doesn't allow them to fall. He grits his teeth and manages to grunt, "For one, you're the unofficial leader of our group and some of us still look up to you. We're not much of a team without you, and besides, you're our friend; we'd never want to lose you or --"
"I'm okay, though," repeats Kyoutaro, genuinely confused. "You worry too much, Ryouma."
Ichiro is about to pipe up when Taishi claps a hand over his mouth and shakes his head. Even Nanao chooses to keep out of the spat, refraining from his playful jabs and quips.
"Is that really how you feel?" asks Ryouma with his voice cracking a little. "Fine. You've made your point."
An awkward silence is all that follows after Ryouma dispels his transformation and walks off in the opposite direction, leaving the aftermath to the rest of his friends.
The scene probably plays through Kyoutaro's head a thousand times as he mulls over his friend's absence in the club room this afternoon. He can't even enjoy his daily nap because of the gnawing feeling.
"Maybe he's just late," Ichiro interjects with a finger pointed in the air. "You know Ryouma-senpai is always lending a hand to whoever asks him for help. He can't say no to anyone."
"True," Taishi agrees with a curt nod, looking up from his book. "He'll be here any minute."
Thirty minutes drag by and Nanao decides to finally add his two cents worth with a clap on Kyoutaro's shoulder and a suggestion.
"Why don't you go look for him if you're so worried?"
All eyes are on Kyoutaro as he ponders the prospect of all that walking around the school and searching...if Ryouma is still even here, he thinks with a grimace. That look of hurt on Ryouma's face from yesterday is burned into his brain, though, and no matter how much he wants to close his eyes and forget anything happened, he can't.
His chair screeches as he lumbers to his feet and retrieves his school jacket, ambling out the club room door without another word. His wandering about seems aimless, but a method appears in his madness as he subconsciously makes his way to the Home Ec room where Ryouma often volunteered.
"R-you-ma?" he drawls and peers inside the room, spying a couple of club regulars seated at one of the tables. "Seen Ryouma?"
One of them glances back at him and nods. "He was here immediately after the bell rang, but he left about fifteen minutes ago."
"He helped us modify a recipe for a dessert we've been meaning to try! You're lucky to have him as a friend!" chimes in a second student.
The more studious of the three, the one writing in the recipe book, says without looking up from his work, "I think he was headed to the library next, but who's to say? He seemed uncharacteristically depressed."
Grumbling, Kyoutaro leaves the room and plods down the hallway towards the school library, his favorite place to take a nap during study hall period. Ryouma would often accompany him and sneak in a few snacks, sitting there beside him while he actually studied (and occasionally watched Kyoutaro doze off.) Those inaba rolls of his are the best, he thinks with a with smile, and he wishes that they were in the library together right then and there.
"Ryouma?" he calls out as soon as he pushes past the double doors that lead into the library.
The head librarian shushes him, frowning.
"Hey," he says upon noticing the teacher, sauntering over. "Ryouma Kirishima, seen him?"
Narrowing his eyes, the older man shrugs. "I think he may have been here earlier, but I was on break until just a few minutes ago. Please keep your voice down while you're here, too."
With his worry increasing by the minute, panic starts to set in and Kyoutaro turns to shout this time, "Ryouma, are you here?"
"Shh!" hisses the librarian. "Didn't I just ask you to --"
"Oh, hey, you!" Kyoutaro hollers across the way, waving to a freshmen seated at the computers. He recognizes him as a student that Ryouma often tutored. "Where's Ryouma?"
The boy pulls a headphone out of his ear and quirks an eyebrow upwards. "Huh?"
Kyoutaro hurries over and repeats, "Ryouma, where is he?"
"Who, Kirishima-senpai?" he asks and receives a clumsy nod in response. "Um, lemme think...Oh, yeah! He seemed a little down and when I asked him what was wrong, he just gave me a vague response. Said something about worrying too much, being the Mother Hen that he is, and wanted time to think. Something about his favorite spot beneath the camphor tree? Whatever that means?"
Perking up instantly, Ryouma thanks him and takes off down the hallway with renewed purpose. He prays to whatever deity may be listening that this is his lucky break, that he still has a chance to set things right, and as he bursts through the doors leading outside of the school, his heart skips a beat at the sight awaiting him.
Sitting on a bench beneath the boughs of a flowering camphor tree, Ryouma wallows in self-doubt and disappointment. It's the selfsame bench that he and Kyoutaro so often visited after club was over, and they'd sit there sometimes until the sun went down. Kyoutaro would lay his head in Ryouma's lap and fall asleep with Ryouma playing with his hair.
Memories like that are worth the effort, Kyoutaro decides, and he runs full sprint down the stairs.
"What?!" Ryouma shouts and flinches as Kyoutaro crashes into the bench, failing to slam on his biological brakes in time to avoid it. "K-Kyoutaro, what are you doing here? How did you...?"
Breathing heavily, Kyoutaro takes a moment to catch up to himself before lifting his head to meet his friend's eyes. There's a spark within his eyes that Ryouma's never seen before, not to mention the fact that he's actually gasping for air right now.
"You are a worrywart and a Mother Hen," he rasps, steadying himself on the arm of the bench by gripping it tightly. "I'm careless, too, sometimes. You're right to worry about me."
Ryouma bites his lower lip. "Kyoutaro..."
"When you didn't show up for club like you usually do, I..." Kyoutaro's voice trails off. "I'm sorry."
It's the first time that Ryouma's ever heard his friend apologize to someone. His expression softens a little and he laughs.
"I had to go through the Home Ec room and the library to find you," Kyoutaro adds breathlessly. "Man, I really need a nap now."
Laughing louder, Ryouma shakes his head and stands up at last. Their foreheads bump together and he smiles wider, looking into Kyoutaro's half-lidded eyes as he whispers, "Just try to be more careful from now on, okay?"
With a sleepy nod, Kyoutaro nods. "I'll try."
"Let's head back, then," Ryouma says and straightens himself a bit. "Kyoutaro?"
Staggering towards the bench, Kyoutaro mutters, "Can't we just sit here a while?"
"No, we have to let everyone know that we're all right," Ryouma scolds him gently and tugs on his arm, earning himself a pained groan in turn. "Come on. You can sleep once we get back to the club room, okay?"
Kyoutaro reluctantly follows him up the steps again, and after a few minutes of walking, asks, "Will you let me lay my head in your lap and play with my hair still?"
Letting his friend lean on him a little, Ryouma chuckles. "Of course."
Fandom: Binan Koukou Chikyuu Boueibu HAPPY KISS!
Prompt: Fight
Medium: Fic
Wordcount: 1,314 Words
Warnings: Spoilers for the show.
Summary: After scolding Kyoutaro for his recklessness during their most recent battle, Ryouma is subsequently blown off and his concern is discounted as needless worry. He decides against going to the club room after school the following day and Kyoutaro immediately starts to worry himself, going completely against his own character and actively pursuing leads in order to track his friend down.
"You could have been killed!" Ryouma shouts at last, clenching his hands into fists. "Whether you like it or not, Kyoutaro, there are people who worry about you! You've got to stop being so reckless and carefree all the time!"
Kyoutaro hums, "I'm fine, though. Why are you yelling so loudly?"
Tears cloud Ryouma's vision, but he doesn't allow them to fall. He grits his teeth and manages to grunt, "For one, you're the unofficial leader of our group and some of us still look up to you. We're not much of a team without you, and besides, you're our friend; we'd never want to lose you or --"
"I'm okay, though," repeats Kyoutaro, genuinely confused. "You worry too much, Ryouma."
Ichiro is about to pipe up when Taishi claps a hand over his mouth and shakes his head. Even Nanao chooses to keep out of the spat, refraining from his playful jabs and quips.
"Is that really how you feel?" asks Ryouma with his voice cracking a little. "Fine. You've made your point."
An awkward silence is all that follows after Ryouma dispels his transformation and walks off in the opposite direction, leaving the aftermath to the rest of his friends.
The scene probably plays through Kyoutaro's head a thousand times as he mulls over his friend's absence in the club room this afternoon. He can't even enjoy his daily nap because of the gnawing feeling.
"Maybe he's just late," Ichiro interjects with a finger pointed in the air. "You know Ryouma-senpai is always lending a hand to whoever asks him for help. He can't say no to anyone."
"True," Taishi agrees with a curt nod, looking up from his book. "He'll be here any minute."
Thirty minutes drag by and Nanao decides to finally add his two cents worth with a clap on Kyoutaro's shoulder and a suggestion.
"Why don't you go look for him if you're so worried?"
All eyes are on Kyoutaro as he ponders the prospect of all that walking around the school and searching...if Ryouma is still even here, he thinks with a grimace. That look of hurt on Ryouma's face from yesterday is burned into his brain, though, and no matter how much he wants to close his eyes and forget anything happened, he can't.
His chair screeches as he lumbers to his feet and retrieves his school jacket, ambling out the club room door without another word. His wandering about seems aimless, but a method appears in his madness as he subconsciously makes his way to the Home Ec room where Ryouma often volunteered.
"R-you-ma?" he drawls and peers inside the room, spying a couple of club regulars seated at one of the tables. "Seen Ryouma?"
One of them glances back at him and nods. "He was here immediately after the bell rang, but he left about fifteen minutes ago."
"He helped us modify a recipe for a dessert we've been meaning to try! You're lucky to have him as a friend!" chimes in a second student.
The more studious of the three, the one writing in the recipe book, says without looking up from his work, "I think he was headed to the library next, but who's to say? He seemed uncharacteristically depressed."
Grumbling, Kyoutaro leaves the room and plods down the hallway towards the school library, his favorite place to take a nap during study hall period. Ryouma would often accompany him and sneak in a few snacks, sitting there beside him while he actually studied (and occasionally watched Kyoutaro doze off.) Those inaba rolls of his are the best, he thinks with a with smile, and he wishes that they were in the library together right then and there.
"Ryouma?" he calls out as soon as he pushes past the double doors that lead into the library.
The head librarian shushes him, frowning.
"Hey," he says upon noticing the teacher, sauntering over. "Ryouma Kirishima, seen him?"
Narrowing his eyes, the older man shrugs. "I think he may have been here earlier, but I was on break until just a few minutes ago. Please keep your voice down while you're here, too."
With his worry increasing by the minute, panic starts to set in and Kyoutaro turns to shout this time, "Ryouma, are you here?"
"Shh!" hisses the librarian. "Didn't I just ask you to --"
"Oh, hey, you!" Kyoutaro hollers across the way, waving to a freshmen seated at the computers. He recognizes him as a student that Ryouma often tutored. "Where's Ryouma?"
The boy pulls a headphone out of his ear and quirks an eyebrow upwards. "Huh?"
Kyoutaro hurries over and repeats, "Ryouma, where is he?"
"Who, Kirishima-senpai?" he asks and receives a clumsy nod in response. "Um, lemme think...Oh, yeah! He seemed a little down and when I asked him what was wrong, he just gave me a vague response. Said something about worrying too much, being the Mother Hen that he is, and wanted time to think. Something about his favorite spot beneath the camphor tree? Whatever that means?"
Perking up instantly, Ryouma thanks him and takes off down the hallway with renewed purpose. He prays to whatever deity may be listening that this is his lucky break, that he still has a chance to set things right, and as he bursts through the doors leading outside of the school, his heart skips a beat at the sight awaiting him.
Sitting on a bench beneath the boughs of a flowering camphor tree, Ryouma wallows in self-doubt and disappointment. It's the selfsame bench that he and Kyoutaro so often visited after club was over, and they'd sit there sometimes until the sun went down. Kyoutaro would lay his head in Ryouma's lap and fall asleep with Ryouma playing with his hair.
Memories like that are worth the effort, Kyoutaro decides, and he runs full sprint down the stairs.
"What?!" Ryouma shouts and flinches as Kyoutaro crashes into the bench, failing to slam on his biological brakes in time to avoid it. "K-Kyoutaro, what are you doing here? How did you...?"
Breathing heavily, Kyoutaro takes a moment to catch up to himself before lifting his head to meet his friend's eyes. There's a spark within his eyes that Ryouma's never seen before, not to mention the fact that he's actually gasping for air right now.
"You are a worrywart and a Mother Hen," he rasps, steadying himself on the arm of the bench by gripping it tightly. "I'm careless, too, sometimes. You're right to worry about me."
Ryouma bites his lower lip. "Kyoutaro..."
"When you didn't show up for club like you usually do, I..." Kyoutaro's voice trails off. "I'm sorry."
It's the first time that Ryouma's ever heard his friend apologize to someone. His expression softens a little and he laughs.
"I had to go through the Home Ec room and the library to find you," Kyoutaro adds breathlessly. "Man, I really need a nap now."
Laughing louder, Ryouma shakes his head and stands up at last. Their foreheads bump together and he smiles wider, looking into Kyoutaro's half-lidded eyes as he whispers, "Just try to be more careful from now on, okay?"
With a sleepy nod, Kyoutaro nods. "I'll try."
"Let's head back, then," Ryouma says and straightens himself a bit. "Kyoutaro?"
Staggering towards the bench, Kyoutaro mutters, "Can't we just sit here a while?"
"No, we have to let everyone know that we're all right," Ryouma scolds him gently and tugs on his arm, earning himself a pained groan in turn. "Come on. You can sleep once we get back to the club room, okay?"
Kyoutaro reluctantly follows him up the steps again, and after a few minutes of walking, asks, "Will you let me lay my head in your lap and play with my hair still?"
Letting his friend lean on him a little, Ryouma chuckles. "Of course."