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Summary: Holding someone's hand was such a simple gesture, and yet so hard to initiate. Or, maybe it was just that way for Botan. KuramaBotan, oneshot
Okay, this is just a random little oneshot. Lighthearted and fluffy and short. I just had this idea and couldn't get it out of my head. It's also my first KuramaBotan. I really love this pair and I hope that y'all enjoy this (tiny) fic about them. Thanks so much for reading!
To Hold
His hand is right there.
It is stupid, Botan knows, but she really couldn't get it out of her mind.
The whole thing should be so easy, and yet...she hesitates.
He was talking about strategies, all calm and levelheaded, his face the picture of serenity even as he hashes out battle plans. He leans forward a bit and a curtain of red falls over his shoulder. Botan's fingers itch to tangle in that mane of hair, and she fights a flush at what that could possibly mean.
She listens to his words as they flow smoothly from his lips. Never a stutter, never a pause. Always consistent and confident in his speech. One thing she's always admired about him, among others.
Among so many others...
Kurama gives a little sigh, presses his fingers to his hairline, and lets his slender, pianist's hands tangle with the strands. One by one, they leave the room to go train, leaving only the two of them.
He sighs.
Botan doesn't expect him to say anything, so when he voices his concern, she is visibly shocked.
"This demon is unlike anyone we've encountered before. He's intelligent, has been playing chess when we've only been dabbling in checkers..."
Her eyes land on his hand, resting still so precariously near her own.
And she captures it.
"Last time I checked," she says, cheery and bright and trying to downplay her thundering heart as her fingers squeeze reassuringly around his, "you're an expert at chess."
Kurama doesn't tell her how inappropriate she's being, doesn't dismiss her thoughts as her typical optimistic ramblings, doesn't even brush her hand from his.
He smiles and maneuvers his fingers to subtly twine with hers.
"Thank you, Botan."
To Botan, however, his touch says more than his words ever could.
End.