I know this is short, but it's all I feel like writing. This is the first ever H&M Fic I've done, but believe me, I've read plenty. Anyways, review?
They had a silent bond, and unspoken relationship that the scouts could never understand. It was the way they looked at each other, and the way they stood close to each other. It was the way how, with one look, they knew exactly what the other was thinking. It was all that and more. Shy, beautiful, elegant Michiru and strong, independent Haruka. Who could think that they would collide, meet, love? Of course, not even Setsuna knew the extent of their relationship, though they died of curiosity. No one knew how Michiru kissed, or how Haruka whispered. No one knew the life in Michiru's eyes when she played on her violin a piece specially for Haruka, or how Hakura smiled when she fell asleep, her hand in Michiru's.