disclaimer: I do not own yugioh arc-v.

author's note: i'm bored and i haven't written for ages and i need to write and what is this.

pairing: kurosaki ruri/yuto, set after the war.


She looks more fragile in the mornings than she really is, he thinks, a wisp of a girl all softened and smudged around the edges, like a diluted oil painting. Ruri at her liveliest is a rainbow of colors that can put Heartland's in shame, but in the hazy mist of the morning, she is only purples and greys.

He finds her out on her balcony most days, sitting on the railing - an action that Shun's given up telling her to quit - as if she's about to fall off. It scares him, how easily one push, on wrong move, one tilt to the wrong side could send her down, faster than he can ever imagine. Yet, she never falls, and he thinks he should no better — Kurosaki Ruri is not the kind of girl to fall.

"What are you looking at?" He asks, sitting sideways next to her, his arm pressed against hers, just to make sure that she's still here and real and solid and warm and Ruri.

She shrugs, hair falling down her back and lifts her cup of milk to her lips. He watches her take a sip, lips pink against the color of the liquid, the sweetness brightening her face bit by bit. Her shirt slips down her shoulder, warm skin beneath the yellow cotton.

"Look," She says, pointing to the horizon. "The lights are coming in."

And so they are – cars winding down road, lazy rays of sunshine dotting the glass building, headlights shining through the fogs. Ruri swings her legs, doesn't smile, but she stays put, so it's good enough.


reminder to self: i need to get a hold of myself.