Lolita
Minor Kazuma x Kanami implications.
Long brown hair and too-big dreamy eyes, she crawled into his lap. All tiny, secret smile and her little body pressed on his, so completely naïve, and so wanting.
She was small, tan. Each hand and finger was calloused from hard work, in the fields and scrubbing dishes, and whatever else she could do for as little as they would offer in minimum wage and scraps. She was a waif, with not enough food at home.
Her hands were rough, her shoulders sunburned and flaking skin like tiny, papery insect wings. Her resolve was there. And, so close to her like that, she was incredibly soft and incredibly fragile, so easy to protect and so much easier to break.
Her boy's boxer shorts and bathing suit top, purple and white polka dots, a reminder of how small she still was, still a prepubescent little girl that he couldn't let himself get too close to. Her eyes were like satellites. And. . .her smile. . .was love that could melt the Antarctic, her body, the smell of her and her wispy little girl's voice, all of her, home to him where he'd never had one. Close to him, he pulled her into his leather jacket, his heavy arm. She kisses his cheek with shivery pink lips.
"Kazu-kun?"
"Yeah, Kanami?"
"I love you," she smiles with a little sigh, and leans against his shoulder, putting all her fragile weight on him.
"I know," He murmurs. "I know."
/end.