Of Playgrounds And Turtles - Katakura Kojuro [Modern AU]
He waited to see any reaction from him, any sign that he liked that new gift, that new toy. Was he spoiling him too much? Perhaps. Was he going to stop? Probably not.
A/N: Why do I love embarrassing him so much? I have no idea. But, anyway, I hope you enjoy this little joke. Masterpost can be found here, and some other Modern AUs are this and this, if you are interested.
Tagging:@a-night-on-polaris because you always laugh with Kojuro being a dork. And @kenn-mikorin, hope this makes you laugh a little bit. Enjoy Kojuro being the usual dumbass.
Of Playgrounds And Turtles
It was hard.
So many options, so many tanks, yet he could not choose one. It was a hard decision, indeed, and Kojuro had to choose wisely. The shop assistant looked at him with a somewhat fake smile, probably tired of seeing how long it had taken him to choose one.
“I’ll take this one.”
Kojuro took the box and put it on the counter. The cashier shot a look to the other man, then reached for it. It was the first time they saw someone taking so much time choosing a playground for a turtle. It was actually the first time someone bought those things.
They had gotten to the store a few months ago yet no one seemed interested… And now they had just seen the complete opposite.
“You want a bag for…?”
“Yes, please.” He smiled.
Was he excited? Definitely. He could not wait to get home to try his recent purchase. And he could not wait to see his son having fun with it.
His voice echoed through the empty halls. Reaching for the interruptor he turned on the lights, and complained again about how dark his kitchen was. It was the only part of the apartment where sunlight didn’t reach; maybe he never minded it much because the kitchen was not a place he’d be using ever.
A sigh escaping his lips, he took out the box from the bag and opened it. If he had to be honest, the whole thing looked like one of those pool sets for Barbies he had seen announcements on TV. Did he care? Not really. It was a way to enjoy summer the best he could, instead of just locking Bontenmaru away in his tank.
Before getting ready to put all the pieces together, he went for his son. No fair would it be if he had fun on his own when the gift was for Bontenmaru and not him. If Kita saw him she would tell him again that he needed a girlfriend, get married and have kids on his own. Yes, that was the usual talk they had whenever she visited.
But there was no one, and so, all he could do was dote on his turtle, right?
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And I hope to find you,
sitting in a coffee shop,
to where I’ll go,
I hope to see you
while my paces
I hope to hear you laugh,
from the corner
of a restaurant
where I’ll have
my favorite dinner,
I hope to look at you
directly in the eyes,
while I say
these words of mine,
I hope you would know,
how much I crave
for your presence,
that even if
I still look for you
in a midst
of a crowd.