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Sunday, January 25, 2015

Monomania // hunter x hunter ff, au

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title: monomania
fandom: hxh
character: pokkle, hanzo; pokkle/ponzu
notes: au sampah

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“So,” begins Hanzo, leaning back casually against the metal shoe lockers, “made any progress with that girl yet?”

Pokkle frowns, glancing at the ground before returning his eyes back to the other boy. “Not much,” he sighs out, “but it’s something.”

“Oh,” Hanzo mouths, framing his jaw with his hand thoughtfully, “so basically — you chickened out before you could ask her out, ran away and decided to call it progress to make yourself feel better.” He chuckles, and then offers him a smile that ends up looking more condescending than sympathetic (then again, that was probably his intention). “Come on, man, did you listen to any of my advice? Be more confident for once!”

“Did you think I didn’t try,” Pokkle says, hating how frustrated his voice sounds because he knows Hanzo is right. His grip tighten around the strap of his bag.

The other boy purses his mouth, running his fingers through his (lack of) hair. “Too bad,” he says, not sounding apologetic in the least, “but yesterday was the last chance you had to ask her out.”

“What do you mean?” he asks, genuinely confused and the slightest bit worried. “She’s still single.”

Hanzo ignores his question. “Also, I won’t be giving you any help after this.”

“What do you mean by that?” he repeats, his voice sounding pathetically desperate. “I can’t do without your advice.”

“Tough break. You had your chance.” Hanzo exhales heavily, glancing at the empty courtyard up ahead. “Also, that girl? You’re right, she is kind of hot. I’m calling dibs on her.”

“What,” Pokkle says, tone flat before he fully registers the deadly sentence in his brain. When he does, any sort of calmness he has left on his face collapses, kind of like his willingness to live right now, and his jaw drops, expression twisting into an abomination of pain and desperation and love-struck depression. “You can’t do that! I called dibs on her first!”

“I’m kidding.” Hanzo’s voice is level, stoic, but his face looks like he’s about to break into cruel laughter any moment now (which is basically true about 65% of the time, but at this very moment his shit-eating grin is at its most potent). “Only a weirdo like you could ever consider that freaky, insect-loving chick as attractive, anyway.”

Pokkle, still recovering from the earlier emotional outburst, is suddenly overwhelmed by the strong urge to sock him in the jaw. Not that he would. Hanzo would just kick his ass all the way back home before his fist could land. He still totally wants to, though. He’ll probably do the literary equivalent once he gets home, in the form of venting about it on his personal blog. But right now, he just balls his hands into fists and shoves them into his pockets, remaining silent in fear of saying something Hanzo wouldn’t let him take back.

“Nice reaction, though,” he snorts, bending down to pick up his bag on the floor. “Just confess to her already, Pokkle. Before you know it, some other weirdo might come around and steal her away. Or something.” He settles the bag behind his shoulder, grabbing onto the strap. “Either way,” he continues, “you’ll probably never gonna get over it, and I don’t want to deal with you calling me at ungodly hours to force me to listen to your pitiful whining.” The boy turns at his heel and walks away, gesturing for him to follow.

Pokkle grumbles, indignant, but ends up trailing behind him all the way to the gate anyway.

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a/n: this is what i wrote instead of the continuation to that pokémon au lol. also my characterization of pokkle/ponzu is ridiculously inconsistent i don’t even know anymore 

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