A/N: I was actually updating my profile and this drabble came into my head. I kept saying I was thinking of a RinXHaru drabble, right? Well here it is.

A/N: I don't own Fruits Basket or make any profit from this.


His lips. That was always the first thing Rin thought about Haru when she missed him, the way his lips felt on hers, the way they looked when he was annoyed and went Black Haru, the way they looked when he got that hint of a smile to him.

His eyes, somewhere between gray and brown, a mixture of two dull colors. But he wasn't dull, and neither were his eyes. How they could gaze at her with such intensity, or they could laze over her like a sunny day.

His hugs, like he never wanted to let her go, like he didn't care who saw. Like he wanted to hold her forever, no excuses, and no exceptions. Like the rest of the world just didn't matter, not Akito, not the rest of the family, not anyone.

The way he held her hand, fingers intertwined, half a deathgrip without squeezing so hard that her hand ached or fell asleep. The way his hand felt smooth, dry and warm against hers, never clammy or sweaty. How he managed that she never knew.

How he defended her relentlessly, no matter what the cost. He would give his life for her; he didn't care. If she was alright, then he was fine, even if he was broken and bleeding. He didn't care what it took; he took care of her.

The way he played big brother to Kisa, taking over when her Mother was too stressed, taking care of her when Tohru wasn't free. Rin knew that someday, he'd make a great Father.

Rin knew if everyone else was taken away from her, and she could only be around one person for the rest of her life, it would be him. In the event that she was stuck on a deserted island, she wanted him, only him.

Just him, and that was enough.


A/N: Really short, but it's a drabble. I was going to do it from Rin's point of view, but I tried and something wasn't working right. I think it works better this way. What did you think?