traditions
by: darkestbeforedawn
summary: like every year spring would surely come, she would set out two extra bowls of rice for them. /drabble/
Fuu had this one habit she could never get out of, even when it's been four years, and it's almost certain that neither one of them would show up on her little hut's doorstep.
It would be easy to give up like that.
But, she thought, I was never the one to give up easily.
She figured, if her stubborness made them stay together the first time, when they spit up, then surely, surely...
... her stubborness would allow her, everyday, to set out three bowls of steaming hot rice and wait, patiently.