Drabble-and-a-half Challenge: 005 Totoro
Jun. 29th, 2014 03:20 am005. Totoro
Pair: Ohno/Sho
Prompt: 82 Author’s Choice and Himitsu-Man by
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Satoshi had seen the man more times than he would admit. He remembered him too, perhaps more distinctly than he would have wanted.
He wouldn’t deny, though, that accepting Sho Sakurai as a design intern in his company was a miscalculation on his part. But how was he to know that the Keio alumnus would stick it out for four years despite going nowhere fast, both in his internship and otherwise?
Not that otherwise was a completely hopeless case.
He stared at the old piece of artwork on his desk again. That of a weird hairy snowman with its face stuck in an incredulous grimace, like the poor creature itself could not believe it existed.
Neatly printed at the bottom corner of the atrociously adorable drawing was the man’s name, then only a boy of ten, and a barefaced confession that had haunted Satoshi’s life since: Senpai, daisuki!
Satoshi had always found it funny how little Sho had obviously taken more effort on the note than on the art itself.
Adult Sho’s artistic skill had not improved by much, though. Then again, Satoshi knew his life wouldn’t have been just as amusing if Sho was suddenly doing Da Vincis and Van Goghs.
None of Sho’s designs would ever make it to his table. At least, not officially.
But the first he got from the man, though often remembered in silent laughter, had already been enough to capture his heart.
Why else would he be keeping an unbelievably un-artistic intern around?
***I cheated and went all the way to 250 words. So this is like a drabble-and-a-half-and-a-half-and-a-half. orz
Pair: Ohno/Sho
Prompt: 82 Author’s Choice and Himitsu-Man by
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Satoshi had seen the man more times than he would admit. He remembered him too, perhaps more distinctly than he would have wanted.
He wouldn’t deny, though, that accepting Sho Sakurai as a design intern in his company was a miscalculation on his part. But how was he to know that the Keio alumnus would stick it out for four years despite going nowhere fast, both in his internship and otherwise?
Not that otherwise was a completely hopeless case.
He stared at the old piece of artwork on his desk again. That of a weird hairy snowman with its face stuck in an incredulous grimace, like the poor creature itself could not believe it existed.
Neatly printed at the bottom corner of the atrociously adorable drawing was the man’s name, then only a boy of ten, and a barefaced confession that had haunted Satoshi’s life since: Senpai, daisuki!
Satoshi had always found it funny how little Sho had obviously taken more effort on the note than on the art itself.
Adult Sho’s artistic skill had not improved by much, though. Then again, Satoshi knew his life wouldn’t have been just as amusing if Sho was suddenly doing Da Vincis and Van Goghs.
None of Sho’s designs would ever make it to his table. At least, not officially.
But the first he got from the man, though often remembered in silent laughter, had already been enough to capture his heart.
Why else would he be keeping an unbelievably un-artistic intern around?
***I cheated and went all the way to 250 words. So this is like a drabble-and-a-half-and-a-half-and-a-half. orz