Propeller Sprout
Title: Propeller Sprout
Ship: Zinniashipping | Aoi/Miyu
Fandom: yu-Gi-Oh! Vrains
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,254
Tags: Fluff, Flirting, Established Relationship
“So cute…” Miyu mumbled to herself as she scribbled in her notebook.
Aoi’s ears pricked up whilst she read a novel from the other end of the lounge. She felt Miyu squirm, her toes scrunched up and brushed up against Aoi. It wasn’t a very big lounge. Not when Miyu was sitting in one of end of it and basically laid out over it.
“What’s cute?” Aoi asked.
“You are.” Miyu flirted and poked out her tongue.
Ever easy to fluster, Aoi felt her cheeks turn a rose pink.
“You are!” Miyu insisted. How could she not as her girlfriend looked even more adorable than she did before?
“Am not.” Aoi denied, though it was pointless to.
“Are too.” Miyu continued to banter. “And,” she added, she began to get up, her chest all puffed out as she happily debuted her trump card, “I have proof.”
“Alright, then, let’s see it.” Aoi replied.
Exactly what Miyu wanted to hear.
She really wanted to show Aoi what she was working on.
Back at her school, Miyu was quite well known through a few of the different faculties over there. In the sports faculty, she was known for being a shark in the water. She was a swift and strong swimmer, the star of the swim club with many accolades conjoined to her name.
Then in the arts department, she was also known for her talent and craft with a pen and paper. She was quite diverse when it came to what she was able to draw. Everyone in her classes knew that she could draw the cutest little anime characters or the creepiest portraits. Sometimes even both at once. She wasn’t good at non-character related mediums but she would give anything a crack once. Watercolours, acrylics, clay, it didn’t matter. Miyu loved to get creative.
Though, conversely, she was known through the other departments of the school - like science, language, history, and mathematics, for example - for being an awful student. Flaky and undisciplined, rubbish at logic and recollection but shhh. This isn’t about the grades that Miyu was failing but rather the ones she was good at.
Like art.
“Tada.” Miyu said as she sat up, legs tucked under her like an eccentric genius detective from a certain supernatural-mystery anime, and flipped her notebook around so she could show Aoi her latest drawing.
It was just a sketch. Nothing too serious, pfft. It wasn’t half bad.
But Aoi’s jaw dropped as she felt as though she were looking into a black and white photograph of… herself. The portrait was gorgeous, thin lead lines which overlapped here and there but that just added charm to the shading, all to make a somewhat realistic portrait of her: Zaizen Aoi.
“Wow, Miyu, this is… oh my gosh.” Aoi stammered.
“Aww, I’m gonna get a big head if you keep that up, ma’am.” Miyu smugly replied, like she wasn’t rolling around in glee on the inside.
“No, really, thank you, I think its lovely, I hope you’re happy with it.” Aoi replied.
“Oh, I am.” Miyu said.
Aoi laughed. There was the lack of humbleness that she had been expecting.
“Do you know what my favourite part of it is?” Miyu asked.
“Er, um…” Aoi erred as she was put on the spot.
“C’mon, guess. It’s easy, I swear. Anyone could tell, I think.” Miyu egged her on.
“Alright then.” Aoi replied.
Miyu made sure she held her notebook steady so Aoi could get an extra good look at the drawing. Her eyes scanned left to right then up and down. She held her breath as she began her assessment.
Was it her fringe? It looked so fluffy with just the suggestion of linework and some fuzzy shading. Or maybe her cheekbones? Miyu had rubbed out the lines there multiple times to get the curvature right, Aoi could tell from the eraser work but maybe she wasn’t that happy with it if it took multiple tries. It could even be her lips. That would make sense. Miyu had drawn them extra stylistically kissable, Aoi would think anyway but then of course.
The delight of every artist, surely.
“My eyes.” Aoi finally guessed.
Miyu made a buzzer noise then chirped, “Nope. Close though.”
“I see…” Aoi murmured as her brows furrowed together. She continued to study the portrait.
Though that made Miyu impatient. She had been totally certain Aoi would guess correctly on the first try.
“Aww, come on, it's totally your charm point.” Miyu gave a hint.
Aoi stared for another three seconds and then her shoulders slumped, “I give up.” she said with a defeatist sigh.
“Your propeller sprout, duh!” Miyu said.
“My what?” Aoi snorted quizzically.
“Your propeller sprout!” Miyu repeated herself to little recognition.
Aoi’s lack of response continued to be lacklustre. So Miyu sighed and with startling precision, for not being able to see her own drawing, she pointed on the picture of Aoi she had drawn what Aoi’s “propeller sprout” was: the little pokey-outie bit at the back of her hair. The bane of her morning hair care routine.
“Ohhh…” Aoi said. “I call it my cowlick.”
“Well it's very cute whatever it is.” Miyu replied snidely.
Aoi laughed.
“It is.” Miyu affirmed.
“It's so annoying though, it never sticks down when I want it to! So many school picture days ruined by it…” Aoi complained.
Miyu gasped dramatically, “How dare! It’s your charm point, or so says me.”
Miyu’s antics continued to make Aoi smile and laugh. A bit harder now to consider it an annoyance now, she supposed. But the point, already well and truly made by now, was still not made enough in Miyu’s eyes as she scooted in closer to her girlfriend, putting away her notebook.
“It’s so cute and fluffy, see?” Miyu said.
She reached out and Aoi’s heart skipped a beat. Miyu toyed with the so-called propeller sprout at the back of her head, proving just how fluffy - and bouncy - it was. With just a stroke of her pointer finger, Miyu had it swaying side to side.
“Okay… it's a little cute.” Aoi grumbled.
“Told you.” Miyu said.
But instead of fully retreating her hand, she ran it through the rest of Aoi’s hair. It was soft and, well, fluffy. Her bob-cut slowly growing out, she wanted it to be long again, sort of like when she was a tiny tot again. Miyu smiled as she caressed Aoi’s cheek, though with clumps of Aoi’s hair through her fingers.
“Are your fingers stuck…?” Aoi asked, embarrassed.
“Ah, no, just thinking about how, well, all of you is cute. I shouldn’t limit your cuteness to just one charm point.” Miyu replied.
Aoi’s face went strawberry red. Miyu’s words were so sweet and earnest, it was hard to consider them flirting. She just said whatever she was thinking. She was that kind of person, free and open as a book.
“You are so shameless.” Aoi squealed.
“I can’t help myself.” Miyu giggled.
Though she did let go of Aoi’s hair and picked up her notebook again. She had some more ideas on how to draw Aoi now. Though, she didn’t retreat into her end of the lounge, instead she changed how she sat and snuggled into Aoi’s side. Aoi let her and placed her arm over Miyu’s neck and shoulders. She could probably read with just one hand so long as she was clever.
Meanwhile, Miyu began to draw some cartoony takes on Aoi’s physical appearance and her cute propeller sprout.
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Screwed Around With An Incorrect Quote Generator For a While
Ryoken: Every zoo is a petting zoo unless you’re a coward.
Takeru: I’m worried about you.
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Ai: :)
Yusaku: >:(
Ai: Turn that frown upside down!
Yusaku: ):<
Ai: Not sure what I was expecting...
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Ryoken: You don't know anything about me!
Takeru: I know EVERYTHING about you! You are an open book written for very dumb children!
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Ai: Can you keep a secret?
Yusaku: Do you know anything about my life?
Ai: No, I don't. Good point.
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Ryoken, referring to Ai and Takeru: Those guys are dorks.
Yusaku: Yes, but they’re my dorks.
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Ryoken, singing to the tune of I Kissed a Girl: I killed a guy, and I liked it-
Yusaku, whispering: Should we call the exorcist?
Ai, also singing: The taste of his cherry chapstick.
Takeru, appalled: Call the exorcist.
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Yusaku: Do you want a drink?
Ai: I could go for some appy slices right now.
Yusaku: With a little peanut butter to dip them in?
Ai: FUCKING OF COURSE I WANT PEANUT BUTTER YUSAKU!
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Ai: Who wants to go out of the country on a road trip?
Ryoken: Yea, I could drink legally!
Yusaku: I could hang out with the boys!
Takeru: I could hide from the consequences of my actions.
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Ryoken: I haven't slept in seventy-three hours.
Takeru: Eighty. Democratically elected leader of insomnia.
Yusaku: Bitch, it's been ninety for me. I'm going for an even one hundred.
Miyu: You guys are fucking terrifying.
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Aoi: I truly believe that water can solve all your problems.
Takeru: Weight loss? Drink water.
Yusaku: Clear skin? Drink water.
Miyu: Want to get rid of someone? Drown them.
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