Okay guys, these are my Sailor moon drabbles. Hope you like 'em!
Fragile
Delicate wasn't the word for it, reflected Tsukino Usagi one balmy afternoon at the Crown Arcade. No one as powerful, as large, as obviously masculine as Chiba Mamoru could ever be called delicate. It made him sound like a china tea set, she though, smiling.
Fragile. Now that was the word for it!
He was fragile, so afraid to let anyone close to him for fear of being broken. He had been hurt too many times, she mused, and now refused to be hurt again.
It would certainly explain why he always made fun of her.
Yes, that was it. Chiba Mamoru was fragile, afraid that one good push was going to break him. Nevertheless, she was going to keep pushing until he let her in.