Every Time
Every time Yuki lights up with that lighter with their small picture on it, Shuichi giggles.
Every time Shuichi giggles, Yuki smacks him on the back of the head to shut him up.
Every time Yuki smacks him on the back of the head to shut him up, Shuichi pouts and starts to cry.
Every time Shuichi starts to cry, Yuki just yells at him to stop wasting oxygen.
Every time Yuki yells at him to stop wasting oxygen, Shuichi cries even harder.
Every time Shuichi cries harder, Yuki, by that time, reaches for another cigarette and lights up.
Shuichi giggles.
It's a vicious cycle, that thing called love.
Just a simple, five minute drabble. Please tell me what you think.
Spare a few seconds, save a life. (Well, maybe not a life. I'm not really one for dramatics...)
And no, I don't own Gravitation. Hopefully, though, I do own this small, intangible idea; if not, please forgive me and tell me, okay?
Incessant Insanity