:) Thank you very much! <3 And thanks for reading and commenting to the end, I really appreciate it!
And your prompt had me writing before I was even totally awake this morning XD I'd meant to gather the prompts up and then begin, but I couldn't help writing this one already. So here you go:
There was a reason Uryuu didn't sing karaoke. There were, in fact, many reasons why he didn't, but the biggest one was this; he was tone-deaf. Couldn't hit even three correct notes in a row to save his life.
Yet here he was, with a death grip on the microphone, ignoring the room's other occupants for all he was worth. He squared his shoulders and peered into the monitor with intense determination, willing the damn machine to get on with it and play the song already.
To keep his other hand from shaking, he grasped the scarf around his neck. A deep aqua color it was, and knitted with all the skill of a five-year-old, and given to him this morning by an unusually shy Chad.
"I made this for you," Chad had said as Uryuu opened the box and drew it out. "I'm sorry it's not--"
"I love it," Uryuu had interrupted, his voice harsh. He did love it, crazy loops and holes and all, because he could only imagine the hours of painstaking work it had taken, Chad's huge hands fumbling with the unfamiliar knitting needles... and in secret, too. Uryuu hadn't caught even a hint that Chad had been working on this.
"It's perfect, he'd said, wrapping it around his neck. "I'll wear it today."
And he still wore it, though the day was mild for February, even in this building, where he stood stiff as a pole, face hot, waiting for the song to start.
His blood pressure spiked when the first sound played over the PA, a simple, strummed guitar chord.
He didn't look at Keigo and Keigo's date and Mizuiro and Ichigo and Orihime and Chad when he sang the first lines, botching even the words. He closed his eyes instead and thought of their first real night together, when this CD had played on repeat while they'd slept happily in each other's arms. By the second verse, he was actually able to put some feeling into it; he'd heard this song so many times he knew it by heart, even if he'd never actually sung it before.
By the last chorus he was belting it out, singing with an off-key passion that he was nearly proud of. It was their song, even if they'd never said as much out loud, and he meant every single word of it.
When it was over, Uryuu opened his eyes and stared unapologetically at the group. Who were, for the most part, obviously trying not to laugh. Other than Orihime, who clapped enthusiastically.
And Chad. Chad was looking at him with big, warm eyes, his lips curved in a gentle smile.
"Who's next?" Mizuiro asked politely, and Uryuu hurriedly stuffed the microphone back into its stand, and he strode, straight-backed, to where Chad sat.
Chad gripped his hand forcefully and pulled him down, gave him a firm kiss on the lips while the others were engaged in working out who got to follow Uryuu's performance up. Uryuu sat, his face even hotter now.
"I loved it," Chad said in his ear, squeezing his hand again. "It was perfect. Thank you."
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And your prompt had me writing before I was even totally awake this morning XD I'd meant to gather the prompts up and then begin, but I couldn't help writing this one already. So here you go:
There was a reason Uryuu didn't sing karaoke. There were, in fact, many reasons why he didn't, but the biggest one was this; he was tone-deaf. Couldn't hit even three correct notes in a row to save his life.
Yet here he was, with a death grip on the microphone, ignoring the room's other occupants for all he was worth. He squared his shoulders and peered into the monitor with intense determination, willing the damn machine to get on with it and play the song already.
To keep his other hand from shaking, he grasped the scarf around his neck. A deep aqua color it was, and knitted with all the skill of a five-year-old, and given to him this morning by an unusually shy Chad.
"I made this for you," Chad had said as Uryuu opened the box and drew it out. "I'm sorry it's not--"
"I love it," Uryuu had interrupted, his voice harsh. He did love it, crazy loops and holes and all, because he could only imagine the hours of painstaking work it had taken, Chad's huge hands fumbling with the unfamiliar knitting needles... and in secret, too. Uryuu hadn't caught even a hint that Chad had been working on this.
"It's perfect, he'd said, wrapping it around his neck. "I'll wear it today."
And he still wore it, though the day was mild for February, even in this building, where he stood stiff as a pole, face hot, waiting for the song to start.
His blood pressure spiked when the first sound played over the PA, a simple, strummed guitar chord.
He didn't look at Keigo and Keigo's date and Mizuiro and Ichigo and Orihime and Chad when he sang the first lines, botching even the words. He closed his eyes instead and thought of their first real night together, when this CD had played on repeat while they'd slept happily in each other's arms. By the second verse, he was actually able to put some feeling into it; he'd heard this song so many times he knew it by heart, even if he'd never actually sung it before.
By the last chorus he was belting it out, singing with an off-key passion that he was nearly proud of. It was their song, even if they'd never said as much out loud, and he meant every single word of it.
When it was over, Uryuu opened his eyes and stared unapologetically at the group. Who were, for the most part, obviously trying not to laugh. Other than Orihime, who clapped enthusiastically.
And Chad. Chad was looking at him with big, warm eyes, his lips curved in a gentle smile.
"Who's next?" Mizuiro asked politely, and Uryuu hurriedly stuffed the microphone back into its stand, and he strode, straight-backed, to where Chad sat.
Chad gripped his hand forcefully and pulled him down, gave him a firm kiss on the lips while the others were engaged in working out who got to follow Uryuu's performance up. Uryuu sat, his face even hotter now.
"I loved it," Chad said in his ear, squeezing his hand again. "It was perfect. Thank you."