Slight Roy/Riza. (Might as well be friendship) I dive into Hawkeye's private life by writing these themes. So I guess my attempts as writing her might seem a little OOC, but it is really just how I believe how she would be. Or, I meant to make her like she would be.

#1: Earrings
By Maaya

The box was black, simple, didn't at all stand out amongst the neatly arranged piles of papers and books on the furbished table-top. Only the owner of the desk would ever have noticed it first thing in the morning, like she did. She raised her eyebrow at the object, that was breaking the order she had created for herself and she didn't, just for the moment, touch it.

Hawkeye didn't have to look up to know who had placed the box there, the Lieutenant Colonel's smug smirk radiated. She could feel it tickle her forehead.

Rain smattered against the windows - the weather didn't acknowledge her birthday, it seemed. Once upon a time, she might have cared, might have remembered before the Lieutenant Colonel what day it was today. Years of living alone had made her forget. Now when she had been reminded, Hawkeye thought she could as well buy herself a cake on the way home, or a piece of pastry. The latter was cheaper, and less gluttonous, perhaps the better option for her. After a moment of pondering, she had decided; pastry, it would be.

She ignored the Lieutenant Colonel's smirk (a sharp look his way had made him hurriedly direct it towards his paperwork, rather than her) and reached for the box as she sat down. It wasn't wrapped; she lifted the lid swiftly to look inside.

Her other eyebrow rose to accompany the first.

The pair of earrings was small, plain and blue, sometimes shimmering with grey hues. They would cling close to her ears. The chance of them getting caught in anything in a critical situation would be minimal or none.

Hawkeye felt the Lieutenant Colonel's gaze on her again; she raised her head and smiled back, tightly, if just to acknowledge the joke.

He didn't expect her to actually wear them at work, but he had still chosen the sort she could possibly use. It was almost touching, how well he knew her.

She ended up buying cake on the way home, after all. Cake is easier to share between two people.

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