Pairings: Usagi x Mamoru, Usagi x Seiya
Synopsis: A man turns up at Tokyo General Hospital with no name or contacts. Alone in the world, a volunteer at the hospital, Usagi, takes him under her care. In close quarters feelings bloom. But not all feelings are requited.
The Ephemeral Rose
"But he that dares not grasp the thorn should never crave the rose." Anne Bronte
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"You're coming to dinner, aren't you?"
Two young women in their early twenties, coffee in hand, passed through the threshold of the Tokyo General and out towards the parking spaces around the corner, dressed in pretty pink and practical brown against the plying fingers of the morning fog.
"Of course!" Usagi flashed a bright grin over the lip of her paper cup. In high spirits Usagi spun on her heel but faltered as she tripped on the pavement, espresso saved at the last minute. "…Oops," she said, turning pink.
Her companion shook her head at the blonde's antics. There was never a dull moment with Usagi.
"I'm thinking about buying that dress I saw in the shops last week." Usagi pulled at the tassel of her scarf, sipping the delightfully warm liquid.
"Don't you have enough clothes, Usagi?"
"Oh! You can never have enough, Ames!" Usagi spun again. She grinned as she completed the turn without fault. "Ha ha!"
Ami watched with apprehension. Perhaps switching Usagi to decaf would be a wise choice.
Word count. 173