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scriveynerTitle: Clouded Vision
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 330
Summary: It was raining by the time Masayoshi ducked into the koban.
It was raining by the time Masayoshi ducked into the koban - not heavily, but a drizzle that complimented the early grey twilight. The sun had been absent since the morning, and the entire city seemed muted without it.
Totsuka - Gotou’s superior officer - looked up when he heard the shuffle, and smiled at Masayoshi. He never seemed to mind the intrusion, not like Gotou did - and Masayoshi smiled in return. “Gotou-kun is on bicycle patrol,” he said. “He should be back shortly, did you want to wait for him?”
“Yes, if that’s all right,” Masayoshi said, closing the umbrella he’d brought and shaking it outside the door.
The koban itself was quiet - just Totsuka at the moment. Masayoshi sat himself at Gotou’s desk, elbows on the table and chin in his hands, watching out the window like an eager puppy.
Not too long after, he saw Gotou walking his bicycle across the street, talking with someone walking beside him and holding an umbrella over them both. Masayoshi’s brow furrowed - he didn’t recognize this other person. He seemed - a lot more familiar with them than he would just a random pedestrian who required the assistance of a police officer - and the Gotou tilted back his head. Laughing, Masayoshi realized. He swatted this other person in the arm, they shoved him and then stepped away, opting not to cross the street with Gotou and waving.
He didn’t quite understand the emotion that sat raw and roiling in his stomach. Masayoshi stood as Gotou walked the bicycle to the rack, only to find that his hands were shaking.
“I’m back,” Gotou called as he ducked in, shaking the water off of his cap. “Oh, hey, Masayoshi. Sorry, am I late? I lost track of time.”
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 330
Summary: It was raining by the time Masayoshi ducked into the koban.
It was raining by the time Masayoshi ducked into the koban - not heavily, but a drizzle that complimented the early grey twilight. The sun had been absent since the morning, and the entire city seemed muted without it.
Totsuka - Gotou’s superior officer - looked up when he heard the shuffle, and smiled at Masayoshi. He never seemed to mind the intrusion, not like Gotou did - and Masayoshi smiled in return. “Gotou-kun is on bicycle patrol,” he said. “He should be back shortly, did you want to wait for him?”
“Yes, if that’s all right,” Masayoshi said, closing the umbrella he’d brought and shaking it outside the door.
The koban itself was quiet - just Totsuka at the moment. Masayoshi sat himself at Gotou’s desk, elbows on the table and chin in his hands, watching out the window like an eager puppy.
Not too long after, he saw Gotou walking his bicycle across the street, talking with someone walking beside him and holding an umbrella over them both. Masayoshi’s brow furrowed - he didn’t recognize this other person. He seemed - a lot more familiar with them than he would just a random pedestrian who required the assistance of a police officer - and the Gotou tilted back his head. Laughing, Masayoshi realized. He swatted this other person in the arm, they shoved him and then stepped away, opting not to cross the street with Gotou and waving.
He didn’t quite understand the emotion that sat raw and roiling in his stomach. Masayoshi stood as Gotou walked the bicycle to the rack, only to find that his hands were shaking.
“I’m back,” Gotou called as he ducked in, shaking the water off of his cap. “Oh, hey, Masayoshi. Sorry, am I late? I lost track of time.”
