Free! Oneshots

Bumping Into You-Momotarou

Prepare for cliché!

You were sitting under a tree at your local park, just enjoying the feeling of the sunlight against your skin. It was warm like the colour of honey and seemed to climb up your limbs and spread across your sitting form. The air was laden with the scent of pollen, as well as something else, something you couldn't quite place but nevertheless, was causing the corners of your mouth to twinge into a smile. Not far from you you could hear children laughing while being scolded by their parents.. It reminded you of how reckless you were as a child, always ready to play and get into trouble. You had a little more sense than that now.

Brushing a piece of hair behind your ear tipper your head forward to glance down at the sketchbook resting in your lap. The page was empty but you didn't care; the world as you could see it now was way too perfect, so why ruin it by trying to capture it on paper right? That and the fact that you couldn't be bothered to pick up your pencil and start drawing. Today was one of those days where you had to sit back and sit the world wash over you in dreamy, uneventful haze. Sighing you closed the sketchbook and laid it on the grass beside you with the pencil on top, before lying down.

There was something tickling your cheek; little points prodding against your skin. At first you thought nothing of it, perhaps you had rolled over in your sleep and grass was brushing against your face. It wasn't until this prodding feeling began to move across your face, that you became suspicious. Next was the breathing, though it was more like gasping really. The sort of exited gasping that comes from one when trying to be as quiet as possible while happy. You wondered if one of the little children who you heard earlier had wondered over and taken some sort of interest in your face. Considering how weird children are, it was not uncanny. You continued to lay down, no longer unconscious but not willing to move either.

The poking and gasping continued for quite a long period of time, with a few 'ooh's and squeals as well. It was an unbearable symphony yet you somehow continued to endure it until one final thing came; the breathing. Short quick flights of air rushed across your face, accompanied by the sound of air moving inside the hollow space of one's nose.

Whoever this child was, they clearly needed to be taught some manners.

You opened your eyes, intent on returning this infant to their parent, only to be met with a face that looked like it belonged to someone much nearer to your own age. Surprised by the turn of events, you attempt to lean up and question this someone (this boy to be specific) on why they are leaning over you.

SMACK!

Your forehead and the forehead of the one above you collide, the painful sound of your skin slapping together resounding as proof of your mistake. The both of you winced in agony though you blushed at your own fault as well.

"Aw, you made it go away," said the boy above you, "Thanks a bunch."

"Made what go away?"

"The stag beetle." You looked up at him confused, "There was a stag beetle that landed on your face."

"Ok, and?" Could this person get any weirder?

"I collect stag beetles." he explained with a poker face, "There was one on your face and I wanted it."

"Ok..."

You both sat up properly and for a while, just stared into each others eyes ; your (eye colour) orbs reflecting off of his yellow ones. A blush rose on your cheeks once again.

"Oh, I'm Momotarou Mikoshiba by the way," said the boy, suddenly breaking out in a radiant smile,"But you can call me Momo!"

"I-I'm (y/n) (l/n)"you replied.

Suddenly a taller boy, who looker pretty much the same as Momo came running towards the two of you. He bends down panting, needing to catch his breath after breaking out into a sprint like that.

"Hey Momo, we need to head back now; finish up with your girlfriend would you?" The boy laughed before running back in the direction he cane from.

"Nii-chan," Momotarou sighed before turning to face you again, "Sorry about him."

"I-It's fine." You had done a lot of blushing today.

"I really should go, bye (y/n)," Momo called out as he got up and began to leave.

"Bye, see you soon." You waved as he ran off.

Momotarou Mikoshiba, maybe you would see him soon.

Author's Note
So I finally updated even though it's hella cheesy. I'm considering making this a two shot so let me know in the comments if you think I should.

Bye.