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The Naekawa Project: Ficlets

Summary:

A sister series to my much larger Naekawa Project - this one containing any ficlets that I may or may not produce in the future, organised in handy Chapter-by-Chapter format!

As with the other one: Updates whenever. I'm a slow writer with an ever-shrinking well of inspiration.

Notes:

While working on something much larger and more substantial, I was struck with an idea for a tiny little one shot. I decided to put it to paper while on break, so here it is.

(Link to Tumblr post here)

Chapter Text

Sometime during his week-long family vacation to the Bahamas, a change had overtaken Makoto Naegi. Fukawa supposed the pristine white sands and balmy tropical sun must have done him some good, because when he came back, it was with a tan and about three inches on her.

“Growth spurt,” he said, by way of explanation when she gawked at him, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. If not for the big puppy dog eyes and the doofy grin on his face, Fukawa would have been certain that this wasn’t her boyfriend at all, but an imposter playing a strange and elaborate joke (Which, if what she had been hearing about a certain underclassman was true, would not strictly speaking be impossible).

His newfound height wasn’t the only difference, either. Somehow, his features seemed a bit more mature. He had become… well, hotter, if that was the right word. Though maybe that was just a matter of perspective. You’d be a bit harder pressed to call him cute now, the way she used to, but…

God help her, she sure as hell wasn’t complaining.

“So, um… h-how was your trip?” Fukawa asked, the moment she found her voice.

Naegi’s face lit up almost immediately. “Oh, it was great! Hang on a sec, I got you a souvenir…”

Whatever lingering doubts she might have had about his identity were swiftly laid to rest as he started talking with her. Same old Naegi. There was no mistaking it. Their date went as they always did.

Though there was a little hitch the moment it came time to leave. He was about to kiss her goodbye when, entirely out of habit, he tiptoed and ended up knocking her glasses out of place with his chin.

“Ah! Sorry…”

“Geez…” she readjusted them, half annoyed and half amused. “Can’t you b-be more careful?”

“Sorry,” he said again, and kissed her properly this time. “This is going to take some getting used to.”

“Yeah,” she smirked. “You’re telling me.”

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End notes: I know, I know. This is like the 10 Bajillionth ‘Height-difference-reversal’ fic in the history of Fanfiction. I just really wanted one for this ship, okay?