Short mitsumayo fluff. Prompt / 2nd POV / drabble / simply the best
I wrote this one up quick, not really edited. I'm happy with it anyway. Might end up taking it down / editing it later, but I don't know yet. We'll see.
Established relationship, as usual.
(super sorry to anyone who read that weird coding on the fic? FFN spazzed on me there! )
You've won yet another trial. You knew you would.
But you'll give yourself a mental pat on the back anyway - it's a simple form of congratulations.
You already know you don't have to congratulate yourself. You've got plenty of others to that for you.
Gumshoe, for one. The good detective will never fail to applaud you on your wins. Nor would that scientist, Ema. She would always be more than happy to commend your wins.
No, your personal self-praise is for your own benefit. Just to remind yourself, you still are an amazing prosecutor.
That you're still doing the right thing. It's a matter of pride.
You don't need anyone else saying they're proud of you, and that you did great. You're proud of yourself, and you know you did good.
And try as you might - you drop that pride whenever she congratulates you.
Because it's not just a simple pat on the back, a simple congratulations, Edgeworth!, or a mere handshake. It's that jolting hug, a sloppy kiss on the cheek more often than not, finished with a big grin, one that goes all the way to the girl's eyes. You'll just be leaving the courtroom when purple fills your vision and a bubbly laugh is the only sound you'll hear, and suddenly everything is her and you think that's the best reward for your victories.
And she'll never outright tell you that she's proud, she'll never compliment your performance. She'll just break the hug and look at you with that brilliant grin that will never fail to make your heart melt, and she'll just wink at you and say, "I knew you'd win."
Because you, Miles Edgeworth, are simply the best.
And you think, that definitely, your girlfriend, Maya Fey, is the closest second you'll ever meet.