[aiba/yoko] leaks
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songbirdspeaksTitle: Leaks
Group/pairing: Arashi, Kanjani8 / Aiba Masaki, Yokoyama You
Prompt: 019, Umbrella
Word Count: 148
Rating: G
Summary: Masaki, high school genius. Kimitaka, the devious voice of reason. And an umbrella.
Warnings: High school AU~
Disclaimer: Obviously these events never happened.
Notes: First in a quick series of high-school-age Yokoba. ♥
"Aiba," said Yoko, blinking, "what is it?"
"An umbrella!" reported Aiba with a bright smile. "Well, it used to be two umbrellas but they both broke so I combined them--isn't that genius?!"
"It would be more genius if it didn't leak," Yoko said, voice even but his lips quirking.
"It leaks?" Aiba sprang into action, spinning the Frankenstein-eqsue pink-flower-print and green-striped creation around in his fingers, mumbling something about points of combination (and in the process got water all over Yoko).
"…whoops," said Aiba sheepishly, looking alternately at Yoko's wet uniform and the leaking panel.
Yoko reached for the utilitarian clear umbrella his mother had attached to his bookbag after he'd lost five in a month, and opened it with a click.
"I'll let you try and fix it on our porch," he offered.
Aiba shut his latest creation and barreled into Yoko's side, arm linking with his.
"Let's go, Yokocho, our experiments await!" he declared.
Group/pairing: Arashi, Kanjani8 / Aiba Masaki, Yokoyama You
Prompt: 019, Umbrella
Word Count: 148
Rating: G
Summary: Masaki, high school genius. Kimitaka, the devious voice of reason. And an umbrella.
Warnings: High school AU~
Disclaimer: Obviously these events never happened.
Notes: First in a quick series of high-school-age Yokoba. ♥
"Aiba," said Yoko, blinking, "what is it?"
"An umbrella!" reported Aiba with a bright smile. "Well, it used to be two umbrellas but they both broke so I combined them--isn't that genius?!"
"It would be more genius if it didn't leak," Yoko said, voice even but his lips quirking.
"It leaks?" Aiba sprang into action, spinning the Frankenstein-eqsue pink-flower-print and green-striped creation around in his fingers, mumbling something about points of combination (and in the process got water all over Yoko).
"…whoops," said Aiba sheepishly, looking alternately at Yoko's wet uniform and the leaking panel.
Yoko reached for the utilitarian clear umbrella his mother had attached to his bookbag after he'd lost five in a month, and opened it with a click.
"I'll let you try and fix it on our porch," he offered.
Aiba shut his latest creation and barreled into Yoko's side, arm linking with his.
"Let's go, Yokocho, our experiments await!" he declared.
