American Tradition @ blanketyuki
Natsuki was waiting outside of Yuki’s school again, just like he did every day. He sighed, shuffling the small pebbles as he always did. It had only been two weeks since they started dating and it still felt… new? Natsuki didn’t know the word, and he didn’t care to find one that was suitable. There wasn’t a word that could properly describe them and he was more than okay with that.
The bell rung, and Natsuki smiled a bit… his heart leaping a bit higher. He had a surprise for Yuki. It was only natural that he would do it here, in front of the school grounds.
A week before when Natsuki had been waiting something caught his eye. A sea of pink flyers over the buildings and doors. Enoshima Prom! Read across the pastel pink papers in an atrociously girly font. Natsuki scoffed, That’s really American… I can’t believe they’re actually going to do this here. I never remembered them having this last year. Then again…. what if I asked Yuki to go? He gulped, ripping the flyer and quickly stuffing it into his pocket. Is it really stupid… that I just want to do something nice for him… and maybe a little bit more selfishly… dance with him where people would see us together. As a couple.
Natsuki’s fingers traced the lining of his pocket in thought. The bell had rung five minutes ago…