[The truth of the matter is that Shiro isn't very experienced with this kind of thing. He's good looking and he's admired and he knows he attracts attention but he was always too driven at the Garrison for any real relationships, too intent on pushing himself and there was never anyone that kept up with him. He had girlfriends. Two, maybe three, and he had a few one night stands but nothing ever stuck, nothing ever lasted, nothing ever pulled any commitment out of him and long before he graduated he'd stopped. His eyes had always been full of stars, his heart set on them. Nothing else had ever come close.
Until now. Until a tiny little bubble of energy and steel with bunny ears and determination had bounced off his back at a festival and accused him of being abnormally tall and, somewhere along the way between that and Polaroid snapshot pictures, she'd run off his with heart in her small hands without even realizing it.
Takashi Shirogane had no idea what he was doing. It was freeing. It was also terrifying. And if it had been anyone else in the world, perhaps that would have balked him but - it was Hana. Bright, beautiful, brave, lion-hearted, bunny soft, fierce, gentle Hana.
The laugh rumbled in his chest and he dutifully leaned forward and opened his mouth, taking the bite, humming as he chewed because it really was good and that meant his family had bought it at the local bakery because no one in the family was more than a vaguely passable cook. Her cheek got another kiss and then he turned his head and got distracted by the bunny clip in her hair.]
Next time Grandmother does your hair for you, I'd like to be there to watch.
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Until now. Until a tiny little bubble of energy and steel with bunny ears and determination had bounced off his back at a festival and accused him of being abnormally tall and, somewhere along the way between that and Polaroid snapshot pictures, she'd run off his with heart in her small hands without even realizing it.
Takashi Shirogane had no idea what he was doing. It was freeing. It was also terrifying. And if it had been anyone else in the world, perhaps that would have balked him but - it was Hana. Bright, beautiful, brave, lion-hearted, bunny soft, fierce, gentle Hana.
The laugh rumbled in his chest and he dutifully leaned forward and opened his mouth, taking the bite, humming as he chewed because it really was good and that meant his family had bought it at the local bakery because no one in the family was more than a vaguely passable cook. Her cheek got another kiss and then he turned his head and got distracted by the bunny clip in her hair.]
Next time Grandmother does your hair for you, I'd like to be there to watch.