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

two; "I wish you could see your face right now, 'cuz you're grinning like a fool."

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Raked leaves that lay spattered onto the concrete fly in a disassembled order while the steps of the male build up the wind blowing against it. With every step he took, the urgency in his journey increased, the pace of his steps becoming wider, more separated. The slightly bulky build of his radiates a tremendous amount of tension as he ran, his arms swinging sideways with the motion. His breath had hiked up, condensing into the mid-February air and with each inhale, his chest rose up, uneven breathing that he wasn't able to take control of. And yet, there is no deceleration in his speed, in fact, the drained energy of his only makes the boy more determined to run faster. And when he hears the cries of her, he feels anger boiling up inside of him

The very sight of the female makes his grayish black pupils dilate, an action that was becoming quite often as of late; an action he had no idea really was happening. If only someone told him, that whenever his eyes scan and locate her from even the most major of crowds, the reflex action that followed had always been the same. How his gaze is fervent enough to bore into her eyes, unable to read, yet it was so easy to know there was something, or probably a lot of things that were buried deep into his eyes.

And when he sees her in the grasp of a middle-aged man, not only does his blood boil at the thought that he was too late, but also at the thought that a random stranger, a molester, to be exact, got his filthy hands on hers before his own ever had the chance to. With a swift motion, probably even more swift than his run from earlier, he kicks the man's leg as hard as he could.

"Come here!"

The hand that had stretched out towards her grabs hold tight, and for once in his life he feels calm, in charge, and another emotion that he simply could not place a finger on. In the long run, as their fingers intertwined, the feeling of responsibility that wafts onto the mind of his brings him to his stable senses.

The stomping of their feet drains out the sirens that follow after the two students' leaves, gasping and catching for their breaths but the need to go as far away as possible was filled within both of their aims. As they break away from where the police had now gathered to arrest the molester on loose, they leaned against the brick wall nearby, not knowing what to do or say to each other; in fact, they didn't know how to even look at each other, at that second.

"Thank you. For saving me."

Izuki Shun could not hide the smile that followed on his restless face; the way his ruined mood perked up with just a few words was simply a mystery to him, and his eyes wander to meet with hers. A low pant escapes from his lips when he sees the cracked smile on her face; yet it looked so sincere that he wanted to look away and digest the simple fact that it had happened.

"No, I'm glad that you called me."

"I called you because I know that you would come for me."

And as he watched the way she walked off, he feels himself gasp; there was such a feeling of pride, elation, and ecstasy that follows when someone who you deeply care for entrusts themselves onto you. And at that moment, he was feeling this, and he could swear that the bliss on his face would be visible to anyone who saw him, even if he tried to hide it.

"I guess Izuki Shun kicked him hard, in the shin, huh?" He cracks a pun, trying to lighten the mood. It makes her smile a little, her hand is the one that extendes out towards him this time.

And once again, the slick, sturdy fingers of the basketball player enlaces with the rugged fingers of the computer author... They became one, together, the feeling of eternal delight bonded them together. Forever, they would have liked to add.

What a charming grin she had on her face; if only she could see it for herself, he wished.

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02 ⏩ Write about how someone saved your life.  
a/n; I am trying. ;-;