Shounen Brave

Oh, so Seto was looking for shelter from rain. Maybe he could have brought an umbrella with him, but it was too late for that now. He was then posed with the question of why he was doing clean-up alone. Yukine pouted a bit, lamenting about how his partners had just ditched him to work by himself before answering.

While Yukine seemed to allow the question to sink in, Seto picked up the fallen broom from its place on the floor, swinging it over his shoulder in one fluid movement. He was perfectly intent on helping Yukine clean, after all.

At his words, Seto nodded in agreement. "Yeah, the arcade has been very popular nowadays. "Sorry to hear that! I don't think it's selfish at all, it's perfectly understandable! No, no, it's alright! I'd be happy to help you!"

Positioning the broom in a sweeping position, Seto stared over at the male. "Where should I start?"

An exasperated expression befell Iwamine’s face, his limp at his sides, as the boy only cried harder, clinging to him even harder. Alright, maybe that had been the wrong set of words to use- “dying” seemed to have triggered something in the boy. By this point, he’d stopped caring about the odd looks people were giving the school doctor and the gardener and was just focused on resolving the problem. 

Salvation seemingly came in the form of the tiny bird chirping, effectively capturing the youth’s attention. He knew he could trust birds. The young gardener was still firmly clutching at him, though. 

''Say, Shuu?" Seto stared curiously at the man, his words spoken to catch his attention. "You know about life and humans and all of that, right?"

His face twisted into a more nervous expression, with his next words, his index finger moving up to sheepishly scratch the side of his head. "W-well, I have a friend that, um, wants to know how babies are made, and um, I don't really know how to explain it to her... Any advice?"

Who would be the big spoon?

Who would wake up first?

Do they have nicknames for each other?

What happened when they met each other’s parents?

How do they apologise after an argument?

What would they be like as parents?

Who is the better cook?

Who is more romantic?

What sort of gifts do they get for each other?

Who gets jealous easiest?

Who gets more excited for events e.g.. Birthdays, Christmas?

Who is the most adventurous?

Who is the most protective?

What would they have been like as childhood sweethearts?

 Do I ship it?

"Do you have a set time? Because if you have to get back to work soon, I don’t want to distract you from your work, but if you have a lot of spare time, I could show you some sights of Prava…" Kazuma replied to one of Seto’s statements. "The last murder case we got was about 6 months ago I think. Usually all the cases we get now are just about robberies or high school kids getting beat up.. seriously, Prava and St. Orwell just won’t stop, and it’s been really slow lately.. and it might seem weird, but I’m actually hoping for another major case to happen.. it’s been too slow." Kazuma added, pouting a bit. "But still, that means a lot of people here follow the rules a lot, so it’s a good thing as well, am I right?"

"Oh, it's no problem, really, I wouldn't want to disturb you, actually! Yeah, it's the same case here... The garden hasn't been receiving many visitors lately, and I think the animals may feel lonely, sometimes."

Pausing his speech to remember the question asked, he continued. "My break time is usually thirty minutes, but since the garden has been inactive lately, its been raised to two hours for the meantime, however I may receive more time if I'm not needed here."

Seto gave the male a wide smile, hoping to convey his feelings of deep gratitude and joy to the other before replying to the second part of his words. "No, that's perfectly understandable! It makes sense that you'd want that, as it is your career after all!" The male's grin widened almost reassuringly. "That's true that it's a good thing, and also it means that you're doing your job right by enforcing the law!"

"Oi..I-I’m not a baby any more..I-I’m a big girl!" 

Mary faced flushed, slightly when Seto’s big hand reached over petting her head, affectionately. She looked at him, surprised, he had stopped abruptly.

"Seto-kun isn’t evil, not even in the slightest. He’s the nicest person I know…so don’t say that okay?"

The albino looked at him, confused as to why he would say that about himself. He was so nice to everyone, and got along with people easily, it was just so natural for him. Mary, on the other hand, was always so shy, pushing others away from her, scared of almost everyone. Seto was kind, caring, you just couldn’t be scared of him, because really he always had a warm smile on his face, making it easy for others to approach.

Once again she blushed at the touch of his hand, wrapped around hers, helping her water the plant. 

However, the boy's forced smile soon turned into that of a genuine one, as the words she had spoken re-entered his mind. "Of course Mary's a big girl, just look how tall she is!"

Although he couldn't say that he had been 100 percent honest with her, the snowette girl had definitely grown a bit since he last saw her. Compared to him though, it seemed the girl was a mere dwarf in the land of tall giants.

1) My muse finds an old journal they kept in their teens (or equivalent). After reading the entire thing, they fall asleep and dream of people they once knew, both friends and enemies.

2) My muse is given a chance to go back in time and re-do one single event.

3) Every day for weeks, someone has been sneaking into my muse’s home or office and leaving a note which reads “Why did you do it?” I will write a drabble about what my muse assumes the note is about.

4) Send me a character and the word “love” or “war.” For love, I will write a romantic scene between that character and my muse. For war, I will write an argument between that character and my muse.

5) Your muse and mine meet on a battlefield.

6) My muse is in love with yours, but your muse loves another. (Feel free to also send the name of the character your muse loves.)

7) My muse has survived a great battle, but someone they love has not.

8) My muse either finds, or loses, their faith in a higher power. (Specify which.)

9) Your muse is hurt or grieving. (Specify which.) My muse will assist or comfort them.

10) A drabble about my muse’s first love.

11) A drabble about my muse’s worst enemy.

Takane had decided that today would be a good day to see a movie. She didn’t know what to see, however, and ended up picking at random based on the time she arrived. In truth, she didn’t even remember the film’s name any more — just that people around her were talking with an extreme fervor of the film’s details. She seemed to be the only person who had attended the showing alone, and this made an emptiness tug at her. However, she brushed it off, because in its place was an extreme feeling of dissatisfaction. 

The movie was terrible. Hastily throwing away her ticket stub as she exited with the crowd, she kept her head low while she watched her feet traverse the pavement. Why had she even wanted to come in the first place? She knew from experience that attending something like that was never fun to do alone. 

Exiting the now-empty room, Seto continued down the maroon carpeting that lined the floor, stopping at the large trash can at the end of the hall. When his eyes fell on the contents of the bin as well as the green tree logo on the popcorn box he held, they widened abruptly.

"This material is recyclable! How dare it be thrown in the trash?!"

Thus, Seto exited the hallway lugging behind three hefty sacks full of trash, to be deposited in a recycling bin. Strolling casually out of the theater, the boy was oblivious to the strange looks thrown his way as he passed. Suddenly, he felt a light impact hit his front, his yellow eyes snapping immediatly to the source.