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