Jayden/Mia
"Male Pride"
They see him as their fearless, dedicated leader. They also see him as one of their best friends.
But Mia—Mia sees him for what he truly is: a boy who can't do laundry.
Now, it isn't that he is domestically challenged. He can clean like it's nobody's business, often scrubbing the place from top to bottom too thoroughly and sending Emily sliding along the polished hardwood floors right into Mike's arms. And she knows firsthand how surprisingly great a cook he is because he often makes them (and occasionally just her) dinner.
He just sucks at laundry.
Maybe the others think that Jayden is so confident with himself that he can sport the color, and perhaps he is. He never seems uncomfortable wearing his tainted clothes.
But she knows that he wears pink because separating his whites and reds is a skill he lacks in; not because he is trying to make a fashion statement.
When they are in his room—he polishing her sword and she folding his fresh load—she picks out his sweater at the top of the hamper. She chucks it right at him and it falls on his head, and when he pulls it down and looks at her, she has this smug sort of smile on and he rolls his eyes.
"I actually liked that sweater."
"I did too."
"You already let me fold it and pretty much do what I want with your room," she reminds. "Just let me do your laundry!"
"Mia, that's not necessary. It's fine. I really could care less about the color. Besides, if you did my laundry, there would be nothing for me to do."
"Is this a pride thing?" she questions. "Because it sounds like it is."
"No, but you do so much for me as it is. Mia, you're not obligated to take care of me."
She blinks. "I take care of you? Jay, you already do so much for me. Cooking for me, taking care of my weapons, training me to perfection, being patient with me… I barely lift a finger with you around. I don't have to worry with you around. And I repay you by making sure that our leader has all this small stuff off of his mind by cleaning and doing laundry."
He gives her this look. "You're never usually this demanding with me. I think you're getting far too comfortable."
She leans forward, their faces only inches apart. "You say that like it's a bad thing."
"Perhaps."
"Besides," she adds, "pink is kind of my color and I think I'd like it back."
He lets out a breathy laugh. "Fine, fine. You win."
She smiles triumphantly and plants a kiss on his cheek. "There. Now was that so hard, Red Ranger?"
Did anyone else notice Jayden wore pinkish shirts in a few episode? Maybe I'm just not seeing the colors right, but this fluff was written because of that little bit.
(This was taken from "You Saw Me Start to Believe" because I disassembled the drabbles there and turned them into their own posts.)