PoT: Third Watch: Sunrise

[branchandroot]

Fic post from my archive.

Sunrise

The new year starts, unsettling Kirihara a bit until he talks with Jackal. Drama, I-3

The second years he could handle; he had earned what he saw in their faces when they called him Kirihara-buchou. Respect or fear or pride, he had earned it. But the glow in the first years' eyes, the awe in their voices when they whispered to each other about him, that made him twitchy.

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[insert squealing here]

Come to think of it, the tournaments probably would cure him of this irritating introspection, if only by providing him with opponents to take away any silly qualms about winning. And winning. And winning some more. He smiled, feeling better just thinking about it.


Eeeeeeeeeeee. Kirihara, I love you.

(Also, I love the connection between Kirihara looking forward to summer here, and to Yukimura looking forward to summer in his piece. Heh.)

[branchandroot]

*beams* I love me my parallelism. And I love me my Em, who always spots it. *pouncesnuggle*