Hello there! It's Gruvia week guys! I just barely missed Gruvia week last year so believe me, I marked my calendar with a big fat "GRUVIA" so I wouldn't forget. XD And here we are! All prompts are from the Gruvia Week blog of course! I'm excited, so heeeere we go! :D

~He always had a way of taking her by surprise.~

Day 1 – Hair

Juvia figured she'd already played out every situation possible in her head. Whether it was the day he confessed, the day he first would kiss her, their wedding day, whatever the occasion, she'd thought of every single way it could play out.

Did he confess to her on a job? In the guild? In her room? No matter where or what was happening, she'd thought of it. Mostly because she daydreamed about him so often, but also because she wanted to be prepared. She wanted to have already thought through the situation before it happened, so that she could not only hopefully keep her cool throughout the ordeal, but also so she could remember it even more vividly.

Whether he brought her roses or a necklace. Whether the necklace was silver or gold, had a short or long chain. Every little detail of every possible situation, she'd considered. She was positive.

It was nice daydreaming about those times. He was cold and distant and so picturing the day when he wouldn't be, brought her a sense of warmth and comfort. She knew he cared about her. She just knew it deep down, and so she'd wait however long it took.

Yes, Juvia was prepared for whatever kind of romantic situation he threw at her. Whether it was tomorrow or years from now that it'd happen, she was prepared and eager. And she was nearly one hundred percent sure that there was nothing he'd throw at her that she hadn't already thought of herself.

All that was left to do was wait to see which he chose. Where would he confess? It didn't matter; she'd already thought it through. It would be interesting to see which one he chose though. At least to her. And hopefully she'd stay calm and collected instead of bursting out into fits of hysterically excited giggles like she was sure she would do had she not thought of every situation possible.

She plopped down on the grass with a sigh, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. She enjoyed training with Gray more than most things in the world but he wore her out. He trained harder than she'd ever seen anyone –besides Natsu, maybe- train before.

With a thud he sat next to her, crossing his legs and offering her a water bottle.

She took it graciously, unscrewing the cap and downing the cool contents with a satisfied, "Ah." She took a deep steadying breath and watched as he drank out of his own bottle. Gray drinking, eyes closed and beads of sweat trickling down his neck was definitely a sight to behold. She somehow managed to tear her eyes from him before he caught her staring.

She'd been training with Gray for the past week. They'd found a semi-secluded forest grotto and had gone at it. Ooh, that sounded much dirtier than it was. She bit her lip to keep from smiling at the thought.

It was a beautiful lush space with trees galore. Had she not been worn to the bone she might've contemplated how beautifully romantic it was. The sunlight peering through the leaves and branches, creating a light glow in the afternoon as the sun began to slowly make its descent.

She leaned back against the log behind her. The trees were sturdy too. Made not only for good sitting places but also targets of magical practice. She could still spot remnants of Gray's ice on some of the bark, slowly melting and dripping to the ground as they took a break.

Surely they'd be done soon. If so, perhaps she could convince him to go to dinner with her, or something of the like. They seemed more like a team now than they ever had, after all. And teams ate together, right? Well, technically they weren't a team, but she'd like to think they were in some respects, especially since they'd found their magic worked well together. Water and ice melded like old friends, after all.

She wasn't exactly sure how she'd gotten into training with him. She hadn't asked and he hadn't offered; it just sort of… happened. Not that she was complaining. But with her logic, if she could get him to train with her, she could probably get him out to dinner. Maybe. Or maybe just a snack. She'd pay.

She put on a determined face and nodded to herself, tightening her ponytail to prepare herself before turning abruptly to Gray. "Juvia wanted to know if…" Her determination faded and her voice trailed off. He'd finished his water, now leaning back against the tree as well, eyes closed and hands clasped on his stomach. He looked so beautiful, sitting there in such peace. It'd instantly taken her breath and words away.

He opened one eye, looking over at her tentatively. "You wanted to know what?"

"J-Juvia, just, it's just that, Juvia-" Somehow she couldn't get the words out. This was why she always pictured situations before they happened. If she'd already played it out, she wouldn't stutter and fall over her words like a bumbling idiot. It was embarrassing.

He stared carefully as she continued to fumble around, looking anywhere she could except at him in hopes it would calm her nerves and she could just simply blurt out the question of whether or not he wanted to go to dinner.

She'd asked him out for dinner before. Granted, he'd declined, but still. If she got her words out fast enough she could ask him nearly anything. Hell, she told him she loved him nearly every day. Dinner wasn't anywhere near as big as that.

He sat up, stretching, and she stopped her feeble attempts. What was wrong with her? When they were in the guild she had no troubles talking to him –in fact things just happened to spill out of her mouth even when she didn't want them to- but when they were alone she became… nervous.

He tilted his head toward her, apparently disregarding all of her mumbles and her half-started question. "You ready to start back up again? We only got a few hours before dinner; better squeeze in as much as we can."

She slouched in defeat and nodded down toward the ground. More training. Maybe she could get the courage to ask him for a meal together after they were done.

And that was when it happened.

She felt cold skin touch her face.

Juvia jumped in surprise, her gaze shooting upwards to meet steely black eyes, staring at her. Her eyelids fluttered in confusion as he heart shot to life, pounding mercilessly against her ribcage. He was touching her.

He didn't touch her. Gray wasn't the one to initiate contact. Ever. Her eyes searched him frantically, trying to tell if this was some sort of joke, but she couldn't tell. It was something so out of the blue, so extraordinary. She had to be dreaming.

He'd only reached far enough to tough her skin with his fingertips, but it was enough to nearly send her into a panic attack. He looked so serious. She couldn't tell what on earthland he was doing, or why, or even what sort of emotion he was feeling. Was he curious? Angry? She had no idea. His eyes didn't give up any clues at all.

And so naturally, she froze. If she didn't freeze, trying not to move a muscle or an inch, undoubtedly she'd loose all control and turn to water. Nothing would ruin a moment such as this one more than if she melted, quite literally, under his touch.

He stared at her with piercing intensity as his fingertips brushed across her cheek, light enough to make her question if they were really touching at all. They trailed up her cheekbone, across her temple, and finally he hooked one finger around a piece of hair that'd come loose during training. Gently, he tucked the hair behind her ear, his eyes watching his own hand as he did so.

Her breath caught again as he continued, his index finger tracing a line down her neck before taking ahold of her ponytail, sitting atop her shoulder. He held her hair in his grasp for one long second more before dropping it, and pulling his hand back to the ground next to him.

Juvia struggled to keep her vision from blurring and her thoughts clear. She had no idea what'd possessed him to do that, or even what he'd exactly done, but she thanked Mavis it had. It'd been exhilarating. Easily the closest he'd ever gotten to her of his own free will.

His gaze snapped away from hers, his eyes widening in what looked to be mortification before he shook his head to clear it, looking as if even he himself had had no idea what'd happened. "Um, sorry, just… your hair looks nice today." He cleared his throat and immediately got to his feet. "Alright, c'mon; let's get going," he barked.

Maybe she was imagining it but it seemed as if he was perhaps embarrassed of his own actions. Or confused. That would make sense since her own thoughts were spiraling out of control, trying to picture what he was thinking.

"R-right," she stuttered, using all of the energy she had left to wobble to her feet without collapsing in a heap of satisfied happiness.

And that was when she realized something. She had never, ever, pictured a situation such as that one.

She'd thought of all the momentous occasions, or noteworthy milestones such as marriage or confessions, but nothing in between. She'd pictured him going from the stoic Gray who told her he didn't care, to a loving man who couldn't get enough of her in the blink of an eye. She hadn't thought of any of the moments that'd happen in the middle somewhere, to get them there.

Of course there'd be some sort time where they eased into it. Time when he still seemed not to have any feelings for her at all, but little gestures began to convince her otherwise.

What had he done? He'd tucked hair behind her ear, touched her face, and given her a compliment. It seemed far different than both the Gray she knew now, and the Gray of her dreams which would want to be touching her all the time. It was somewhere in the middle. Somewhere in the very broad array of situations that would most likely have to happen before Gray Fullbuster reciprocated the feelings she'd had for him since the day they'd met.

It was such a little gesture, especially compared to her fantasies, and yet it'd made her heart beat faster and her head spin more wildly than anything she'd thought of before.

No, she hadn't ever pictured something like that, even though she'd been absolutely positive she'd played out anything that could happen in her head. And while no, she hadn't taken it well, instead having to focus nearly all of her energy on staying solid, she hadn't taken it horribly either.

She'd kept quiet, not calm but quiet, and still. She'd let him go through whatever he was going through in that gesture without interruption, and she hadn't lost it. She hadn't squealed uncontrollably or passed out. She'd made it.

Perhaps not only was it the smaller things that she hadn't imagined, but also the things she'd enjoy the most. Maybe it wasn't all about the day he'd kiss her, but the little snippets of everyday life that'd lead up to that moment that she'd remember forever.

And maybe, just maybe, she enjoyed the spontaneous more than she could've imagined. Maybe all of those situations she'd gone over time and time again would be boring as compared to what he would do in person. He was Gray, after all; her light, her hero, and the one person that she supposed could take her off-guard, surprising her in all the right ways.

I think Juvia is just the personification of every inner fangirl, haha. XD I think it's sweet how she freaks out over every little thing but maybe that's just me. XD

Hopefully I'll be updating this every day for the next week. If I can sit my butt down long enough to write each day. XD I'm also a little new to writing with Gray and Juvia so I hope they were in character. :D

Anyway, I'd love to know what you thought of it! Is anyone else doing fics for Gruvia Week? I'd love to know!

~Foxtail-chan