ficlet - sailor moon
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damalurbackupA wee Usagi/Mamoru drabble, set sometime in the first season.
MASCULINITY
Real men didn’t eat sweets. It just wasn’t done; sweets were for women and children and the occasional fool like Motoki, who didn’t understand the meaning of words like “society” or “masculinity.”
That’s why Mamoru made a rule to only consume manly things – things like the black coffee from the very bottom of the pot. Things like pickles and hot peppers and others foods rich in testosterone. Bananas, maybe.
He was being a gentleman, to loan the odango his coat. She’d walked into the arcade with her clothes soaked sheer from the rain (and don’t think that hadn’t raised a whole tempest in his chest). He’d draped his coat around her without a word, and ignored with equal indifference the gratitude in her expressive eyes and her piercing remarks about the green of his jacket.
Finally she settled on the barstool next to him. The silence was punctuated by the rumble of thunder from outside and an intermittent beeping from the Sailor V machine. And then Usagi sneezed.
Mamoru couldn’t help but snort. It was exactly the way he’d imagined she would sneeze – not that he had thought about it – because he hadn’t. But if he had, he’d have bet that her sneezes teetered on the line between delicate and rude.
He stopped and turned his last thought over again. He wasn’t sure it made sense, but then Usagi shoved the chocolate bar under his nose.
“What’s this?” she demanded.
Mamoru’s pupils dilated ever...so...slightly. “It’s chocolate,” he managed. “Dark chocolate. Very bitter.”
She studied the label for a moment, then tapped it with one finger. “No, it’s not. It’s Swiss milk chocolate. It says so right here. And there’s another one in your other pocket.”
“Oh,” Mamoru said.
Her lips quirked. “Don’t worry, Mamoru-san, you’re secret’s safe with me.” And then she had the audacity to wink.
He opened his mouth, choked on the words he meant to say, and ended up muttering, “You can have one.”
Her smile was so bright that he didn’t mind when she ate both of the chocolates; she wore his jacket home and he never saw it again, but somehow that was more of a gain than a loss.
MASCULINITY
Real men didn’t eat sweets. It just wasn’t done; sweets were for women and children and the occasional fool like Motoki, who didn’t understand the meaning of words like “society” or “masculinity.”
That’s why Mamoru made a rule to only consume manly things – things like the black coffee from the very bottom of the pot. Things like pickles and hot peppers and others foods rich in testosterone. Bananas, maybe.
He was being a gentleman, to loan the odango his coat. She’d walked into the arcade with her clothes soaked sheer from the rain (and don’t think that hadn’t raised a whole tempest in his chest). He’d draped his coat around her without a word, and ignored with equal indifference the gratitude in her expressive eyes and her piercing remarks about the green of his jacket.
Finally she settled on the barstool next to him. The silence was punctuated by the rumble of thunder from outside and an intermittent beeping from the Sailor V machine. And then Usagi sneezed.
Mamoru couldn’t help but snort. It was exactly the way he’d imagined she would sneeze – not that he had thought about it – because he hadn’t. But if he had, he’d have bet that her sneezes teetered on the line between delicate and rude.
He stopped and turned his last thought over again. He wasn’t sure it made sense, but then Usagi shoved the chocolate bar under his nose.
“What’s this?” she demanded.
Mamoru’s pupils dilated ever...so...slightly. “It’s chocolate,” he managed. “Dark chocolate. Very bitter.”
She studied the label for a moment, then tapped it with one finger. “No, it’s not. It’s Swiss milk chocolate. It says so right here. And there’s another one in your other pocket.”
“Oh,” Mamoru said.
Her lips quirked. “Don’t worry, Mamoru-san, you’re secret’s safe with me.” And then she had the audacity to wink.
He opened his mouth, choked on the words he meant to say, and ended up muttering, “You can have one.”
Her smile was so bright that he didn’t mind when she ate both of the chocolates; she wore his jacket home and he never saw it again, but somehow that was more of a gain than a loss.
