He totally counts as a minor character! And I’m sorry this
took so long and is so short but I just couldn’t get my brain to come up with
enough humor for a whole day date. I hope you still like it!
Yamazaki just had a feeling today was not going to go well. He
should have listened to his gut and just stayed home but, and he’ll never admit
this out loud, the pull to see you is just too strong. He’s been extra busy
with practice, Hanamiya really being a slave driver and, another admission that
rarely leaves his lips, he misses you.
But now, stuck near the top of the ferris wheel in the
middle of a sweltering summer day, he really wishes he’d not given into your
insistence to ride the damn thing.
“Shit, when the hell are they going to get us down?” he
grumbles looking over the side to the workers on the ground.
“Just be patient, Hiroshi, I’m sure we’ll be moving soon,”
you reply. “What, are you afraid of heights or something?
“No! It’s fucking hot is all and I wouldn’t be surprised if-
What the fuck?!” His last words are roared out as frigid, sticky slush descends
from above covering his head, neck and chest dying them a temporary hue of
bright green.
You’re stunned to momentary silence before erupting into
fits of laughter. “Well,” you snort, trying to catch your breath, “at least now
you’re not hot anymore.”
“Shut up,” he hisses, glaring daggers at the cart above you.
They better get you moving fast, because Yamazaki is about to climb the rigging
to beat the snot out of the punk who doused him.
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