Izuki Shun drabbles, inspired by prompts from "642 things to write about"

one; "We're sitting on your kitchen floor, on a Tuesday afternoon."

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Fingers; palms; arms; all the way up to the shoulders, little drops of perspiration had been collected, waiting for it's chance to escape from the skin into the atmosphere. The uneven breathing continues, muffled puffs and huffs of exhalation and inhalation obvious enough for anything looking, or even anyone within a mile radius to hear even without the sight of the air that condensed up after it's release from her partly opened lips. The shirt worn had lost it's entire plot of being loose for it stuck onto her body tightly; the sweat clinging her clothes tight onto her body. Hazy vision coming from the black pupils of hers, that had been focused on the bright beige ceiling wanders off; her body slightly shifting to the right to glance at the male lying on the kitchen floor beside her.

Small beads of moisture had formed on his forehead, his physical state was similar to that of hers; only, his means of catching his breath is more masculine. Chest heaving up and down, and with every breath that escapes from his mouth, there is an aggressive grunt that follows. One hand is slightly fanning himself unsuccessfully, the little cool that comes along from each fanning dissolving; disappearing as if it were waves that formed on the ocean. Slick, long fingers wrapped in bandages reach it's way to the small bottle of water within his reach, eyes closing right before the aquamarine liquid spills over his face.

"Ahhh."

His eyes fly open, thankful for the cool before his eyes land on the girl that was sitting up, her no-makeup face scrunched while she glared at the boy in anger. Sitting would only consume more of his energy, he was drained, not to mention the heat that boiled his entire body enough to edible, no way was he sitting up at that.

But he enjoyed the look on her round face, left cheek showing signs of acne while the freckles dusted on her face looked even more visible today than before. He took note of her pale lips that were pursed into a pout, one he was all too familiar with, one that made him smile despite everything.

"Izuki?" There is a menacing harshness associated with the way her voice rasped out the male's name, and this makes a small shudder pass through his body. "You used up the entire water?" The feminine voice echoes, and one of his eyes close as his eardrums tried to fathom the high pitch that came along with her words. He had finally managed to catch his breath, a feeling of relief spreading in his veins as he did so.

Locks of her black hair fell over her slightly chubby face as her eyes squinted at the athlete. The dampness of the water splashed over the muscles that slightly bulged out of his deltoids, and the blow that attacked the aforementioned boy's arm makes him grunt at the sudden action.

"Ugh. I hate you! You know I can't handle this heat! Hand me that soda." Her fingers point to the can that had it's position beside the small water bottle earlier, and the bracelet that hung from her wrist jumbled and made a melodious sound that makes her retrieve her hand immediately. Even under the severe heat that made the two worry about their lives, they were still themselves, and that made the boy smile.

He was himself alright.

"You can't handle the heat?" He questions, preparing himself for the proud post-moment of a perfect pun. He sits up, flinching a little when one of his hands press on the floor, the roasted floor that makes him retrieve his hand immediately. 

"You can't handle the heat." He utters again, and she can sense the intention behind his repeat; He wanted her full attention, and he needed it. He grabs the soda can, and when the puffy hands of the girl reaches out to grab the can, he lifts it a little higher, pointing a bandaged finger to the can.

"Well, I can."

"How fricking dare you, I swear to God."

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01 ⏩  'Write about a scene that takes place in extreme heat'.

a/n: izuki is my favorite from knb, he needs more fanfics for himself ♥

as stated above, this book is my attempt to improve my descriptive English writing. almost all of my books focus more on dialogue, and i figured that it was important that i work on background descriptions as well. and so, here's the result! my aim is to write something beautiful- //slapped//

can i also say that i love izuki a lot? he is just dfgjbb 💕