Day 12 of my Christmas advent/challenge thing! We're finally over half-way done! Every day until Christmas, I'll make a post featuring either the character from the Arcana assigned to the day (apologies in advance if I fuck up their personalities) or an event of my choosing if no relevant character exists for the Arcana. Arcanas are assigned numerically, as in Fool (0) was the fourth, and the World (21) is Christmas Day. Stories have no set theme and they have no minimum length. Next Arcana is Strength, which means its Sword's character Noboru Yamamoto's turn! So I know a warm and summery beach isn't exactly the epitome of winter and Christmas, but the sheer power of the bara compelled me.
I also kinda gave up half-way through and it ends sloppily w/e it was basically just fanservice.Basic updates and schedule can be found
here!
"Nice work, kid." The beach guard placed a hand on Noboru's shoulder as he rubbed his unshaven chin with the other. The older man's eyes peered out from underneath from his wide-brimmed hat at the rather large beach that expanded out before them, with a variety of different Warakuma High students in a myriad of different locations doing whatever they wished to. Noboru had just completed a rather lengthy running track that spanned the length of the shore. A few others had attempted to follow along with him but eventually either gave up or got distracted by something more interesting.
Despite his confidence before he began that he could easily complete the run with little issue, Noboru found his legs were burning almost too must to bear after finishing it and plopped down on the sand, hands propping him up and legs spread out before him. His swimming shorts were almost too small and barely covered his groin area, a light trail of hair running up from it and to his distinguished abs. He wasn't the only one that was obviously in top shape, for a few of the other students at the beach and even the only worker at the beach (though moreso in the arms and legs) were equally as muscular. Most didn't find it hard to notice how some of the girls ogled the boys' top halves as they did whatever they did, be it swim or hit on some of the other chicks there.
Noboru ran a hand through his hair and felt the sweat as he finally felt good enough to stand again, though before he did so, he went over his options. The man had left a while ago without a word, and Noboru found himself without anything else to do, having already gotten in more exercise that he normally ever got. All his friends seemed to be doing something already that he felt he shouldn't intrude on; Sato was with his Archery troupe, Chiaki was with some girls he didn't recognize, Rui was trying to hit it off with some college girl, and Noboru didn't even know where everyone else was. The only person that seemed to be equally as bored as him was Leiko, but he wasn't on particularly good terms with her and nor did she look like she wanted her light sunbathing to be intruded upon. Even upon careful consideration, Noboru couldn't think of anything interesting to do with anyone and he instead elected to get off his ass and walk over to the shack by the shore that served cold drinks and what not. The same guy from earlier attended the makeshift shop and even in the shade of the building wore his hat over his eyes, giving only the end of his nose and scruffy mouth to look at.
Noboru sat down on an old wooden stool and swivelled to face the man, who probably looked back at him in expectance; he couldn't really much from the plain expression on his lips, so Noboru merely assumed. "Something cold," Noboru said, making a unidentifiable hand gesture as the man turned to grab a random drink from a small refrigerator. He slammed it down before the boy and then scrawled a name and a price on a piece of paper stuck to the wall. Noboru figured it was a record of what they'd be forced to pay later some time when they went back to school and downed the soda in a single go, letting out a hearty belch after doing so. As he got up to leave, Noboru thanked the man for the drink, and he responded with a lift of the hat and an acknowledging look from the man's sharp eyes.
Kissu said
I honestly don't have an appropriate word to express my disappointment.
Hopefully today's was an sufficient apology?
Kissu said
To be honest, I'm more guilty of doing this to poor Rokoru than you are. So, you know, the slutwagons can't actually be stopped.
But little do you know, I sexualize him to get warmed up for writing. Nothing better for getting in a creative mood than hot baras!
Kissu said
I'll just give Sen and Trix the opportunity to pop a post up first.
Ugggh I suppose I should do that posting thing soon. I'll do it tommorow, I promise, Kissu
-senpai!
