[ tourabu : strawberry cake ]
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kokoronashistrawberry cake
fandom touken ranbu
pairing saniwa/ichigo
style drabble
length 533
happy birthday leslie!!
Boom wasn't the kind of sound that should be coming from her kitchen.
In fact, Boom wasn't the kind of sound that should be coming from anywhere on her base. She would accept such rowdiness when they're in battle, but she had told them once and a million times that the rock throwing troops are for real battles only and so are the gunmen.
But why did she think that they would listen, anyway?
She only wished it wasn't today, of all days. At least, that was came to her mind as she marched to the kitchen, footsteps thundering down the hallway, but what would immortal sword spirits know about birthdays anyway –
“We're so sorry!”
She wasn't sure what exactly was going on as she slid open the kitchen door. Ichigo stood out most, mainly because of his height among his tantou brothers, but also part because he was the only one who was smiling calmly as the children panicked.
“What,” she started, she paused, she stared at Ichigo and her eyes demanded an explination, his smile yielded none, so she continued, glancing over to the tantous. “Is going on here?”
“We were trying to make you cake!” Gokotai instantly said in a panic. He seemed less harmless then, with his tigers caked entirely in white flour hiding their stripes and making them look like ordinary housecats.
“Things happened,” Hirano continued, glancing at Maeda who gave an affirmative nod.
Midare though, smiled knowingly but sweetly even under the explosions. “Ichi-nii said you want to eat ichigo for your birthday so, well.”
“He what?!” She choked. “A word with you please, Ichigo?”
Ichigo stepped gracefully out of the messes of flour, egg and what she now noticed to be sliced strawberries. He waved to the tantous, signaling them to wait as he stepped outside with her.
She was blushing.
“You do know what I meant when I said,” hand gestures. “That, right?”
Ichigo's smile was unfaltering. “Sure.”
“Then why did you---?”
“I thought,” Ichigo said softly. “A little extra would be appreciated. We all wanted to give something to you. Even if the cake is ruined now, isn't their effort something, at least?”
Her eyebrows furrowed. Sure she did, but she thought about who had to clean that mess. There were plenty of swords around, so she probably didn't have to – but still.
And still.
She just didn't appreciate Ichigo telling the tantous what they talked about when they were alone and she felt like teasing him just that little bit. When she felt like telling him what she wanted even if it embarrassed her.
“It's nothing to be shy about,” Ichigo said.
“It's--”
But before she could say more, he placed a kiss on her lips. He tasted like strawberries that day – strawberries and sugar and everything that a kiss was in books but she knew a kiss wasn't really.
When they parted, she turned a deeper shade of red and he turned a little shade of pink. Still, he smiled.
Still, he continued.
“More tonight?”
“More?!”
“It'll taste better once we finish the cake.”
fandom touken ranbu
pairing saniwa/ichigo
style drabble
length 533
happy birthday leslie!!
Boom wasn't the kind of sound that should be coming from her kitchen.
In fact, Boom wasn't the kind of sound that should be coming from anywhere on her base. She would accept such rowdiness when they're in battle, but she had told them once and a million times that the rock throwing troops are for real battles only and so are the gunmen.
But why did she think that they would listen, anyway?
She only wished it wasn't today, of all days. At least, that was came to her mind as she marched to the kitchen, footsteps thundering down the hallway, but what would immortal sword spirits know about birthdays anyway –
“We're so sorry!”
She wasn't sure what exactly was going on as she slid open the kitchen door. Ichigo stood out most, mainly because of his height among his tantou brothers, but also part because he was the only one who was smiling calmly as the children panicked.
“What,” she started, she paused, she stared at Ichigo and her eyes demanded an explination, his smile yielded none, so she continued, glancing over to the tantous. “Is going on here?”
“We were trying to make you cake!” Gokotai instantly said in a panic. He seemed less harmless then, with his tigers caked entirely in white flour hiding their stripes and making them look like ordinary housecats.
“Things happened,” Hirano continued, glancing at Maeda who gave an affirmative nod.
Midare though, smiled knowingly but sweetly even under the explosions. “Ichi-nii said you want to eat ichigo for your birthday so, well.”
“He what?!” She choked. “A word with you please, Ichigo?”
Ichigo stepped gracefully out of the messes of flour, egg and what she now noticed to be sliced strawberries. He waved to the tantous, signaling them to wait as he stepped outside with her.
She was blushing.
“You do know what I meant when I said,” hand gestures. “That, right?”
Ichigo's smile was unfaltering. “Sure.”
“Then why did you---?”
“I thought,” Ichigo said softly. “A little extra would be appreciated. We all wanted to give something to you. Even if the cake is ruined now, isn't their effort something, at least?”
Her eyebrows furrowed. Sure she did, but she thought about who had to clean that mess. There were plenty of swords around, so she probably didn't have to – but still.
And still.
She just didn't appreciate Ichigo telling the tantous what they talked about when they were alone and she felt like teasing him just that little bit. When she felt like telling him what she wanted even if it embarrassed her.
“It's nothing to be shy about,” Ichigo said.
“It's--”
But before she could say more, he placed a kiss on her lips. He tasted like strawberries that day – strawberries and sugar and everything that a kiss was in books but she knew a kiss wasn't really.
When they parted, she turned a deeper shade of red and he turned a little shade of pink. Still, he smiled.
Still, he continued.
“More tonight?”
“More?!”
“It'll taste better once we finish the cake.”
