DISCLAIMER: I don't own Gundam Wing, and this story comes solely from my imagination.


NOTES: This is my very first 1/5 story EVER... y'all know i'm much more of a 1/2 fan... But I couldn't resist, and I hope you guys like the... change of scenery?

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Wufei tried to keep his voice from raising any louder then it had to be. his hand froze in midair, his hair falling around his face as his fingertips brushed against the hair tie that had been his target. "What?"

Heero just stared, leaning against the doorway of Wufei's room, with his arm nonchalantly crossed over his chest. The words he spoke came out in his usual, slightly nasal monotone. "I asked, do you want to go out with me?"

Wufei dropped his hand, and his eyes followed, lowering from where they had fused with Heero's in the mirror of his dresser.

The words ran through his mind, chasing itself into dizzying circles.

-Do you want to go out with me?-

Did he?

Oh, he'd thought about it enough, but that's all they'd ever been, thoughts. He hadn't ever let them develop into wishes or hopes.

That would've made him... vulnerable. If there was one thing Wufei hated the most, it was being vulnerable. Open.

-Do you want to go out with me?-

He wanted to say yes. He wanted to say yes and let his thoughts turn into dreams.

But that would make him vulnerable

Wufei opened his mouth, not entirely sure what to say, but a soft sound stopped him, making him look up.

Heero had moved away from the door frame, and had slipped outside of Wufei's room. His face gave nothing away, and even the unusual small smile that twisted his lips up was as emotionless as his usual blank stare. "Just think it over."

And then he was gone.

Wufei's hand finished it's small, graceful movement, and the task of pulling his hair back into it's ponytail was finished.

And as he turned to leave his room, a small thought entered his mind.

Heero smells like strawberries.

Wufei smiled, a small upward slide of his mouth that echoed Heero's earlier expression, and let his mind finish, dream.

I wonder if it's his shampoo?