I'm usually a staunch KuwabaraxYukina supporter. I don't know where this came from, or why I'm attempting something so WAFFY. I apologize in advance.
I didn't think much of him when he first took my hands in his. He was a young, enthusiastic boy with starry-eyed romantic ideals. He was goofy, and loud, and likeable enough. Just enough.
I watched him walk into battles that no one asked him to fight. I watched him stand despite broken bones and torn flesh. I watched him devote every breath, every muscle, and every drop of sweat to mere principle. I watched him and worried, I watched him and cheered.
I watched for so long, but did not see.
I didn't think much of him when he first took my hands in his.
A blunder I plan never to repeat.