🍉 watermelon sugar high 🍉
Summary: Tyson thinks it's the summer heat playing tricks on him and making him see Hilary in a new light.
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Cicadas chirped loudly, leaves rustled lazily as the clear blue sky bore down from above and the sound of summer carried itself into his home through the light breeze that blew across the courtyard. The air was hot and moist, the sunlight was almost glaring so it was no wonder that the streets outside were silent and empty, perhaps rejoicing in their own mundane way that everyone had decided to stay home on this typically hot summer afternoon. And though Tyson preferred not to go against nature, today he wasn’t so happy about letting it win.
He sat on a tatami mat facing the electric fan that was running at full speed, the cold air blasting all across his face and aggressively pushing his unkempt navy hair back. The sliding doors to the courtyard were open but Tyson had his back to it, he was worried that even getting a glimpse of the heat outside would take away the peace he felt by sitting inside and hogging the little fan. While he did not mind sitting so listlessly without a thought in his mind, what he did mind was that the option of going out was taken from him unwillingly by the hot weather. He wanted to be the one to decide whether he would spend the day lazing around or playing on the beach, but with the temperature rising to a new high and the weather lady on the news advising everyone to stay indoors, Tyson had had no choice but to grumpily spend the day at home doing nothing in particular.
The main door to the room slid open and Tyson pulled his face away from the fan for a minute as the scent of the watermelon reached him before Hilary entered the room balancing a plate with sliced watermelon in one hand and a book in the other.
“Took you long enough,” Tyson muttered as he shifted slightly so the brunette too could reap the benefits of the fan.
“Sorry,” Hilary said, smiling sheepishly. “The story reached its climax and I totally lost track of time.” She put down the plate in front of Tyson and was about to take a seat when her eyes turned towards the courtyard, “I would’ve liked to eat outside.”
“It’s too hot, Hils.”
“I know, and I’m sure I don’t have it in me to pull you away from that fan.” She laughed, meeting his eyes with a pleading look.
Tyson held her gaze for a minute before he let out a defeated sigh, moving slowly to unravel the cord of the electric fan to its full length. Hilary’s face held a triumphant smile as she picked up the plate again and carried it onto the wooden porch connecting the courtyard with the room. The house’s roof covered the porch so they wouldn't have to face the harsh sun but could still enjoy the occasional breeze passing through the trees that lined the courtyard’s boundary. Tyson tried his best to extend the fan’s reach as far as possible, positioning it so that both he and Hilary could enjoy the cool air it provided. The two settled down once again with the plate full of watermelon between them and Tyson was eager to start munching on the sweet fruit but as he reached his hand forward, his eyes unintentionally glanced at Hilary and the sight of her made his world come to a halt.
She had decided to tie up her loose hair before she dug into the watermelon, so her hands were raised high as she twisted her hair behind her head effortlessly. Since she was wearing a simple white sundress today, when her hair was lifted off her shoulders Tyson got a view of her bare neck and chest which made him forget just what he was supposed to be doing in the moment. He felt his mouth go dry as he noticed a single drop of sweat slowly rolling down from her chin across the length of her neck, his brown eyes followed its descent like a hawk zeroing in on its prey. The drop of sweat crossed her collarbone and Tyson inhaled sharply as it suddenly sped up, sliding down right in the middle of her chest until it disappeared behind the hem of her dress. Tyson licked his lips as his head leaned forward on its own, he was sure that if he just bent a little further he’d still be able to see just where that drop of sweat had vanished to-
boomerang boy 🪃
MAYBLADE 2023: DAY 24 - MEMORIES
final day of Mayblade: free day! another commission of Hiromi, this time in (my best attempt at) a furisode kimono!
i now retreat into my bunker and refrain from posting Beyblade until perhaps the next Mayblade or mayhaps a KaiHil event 👀 (which'll never happen but oh well)
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For anyone worried because they write the same trope more than once: I love that shit. I will love that first one and I will still be excited for the thirtieth one. Let these idiots do the same thing over and over again. We deserve that.