Flower - KyoxTohru
It was always on a Sunday that they would sit on the roof and talk. Tohru never knew why, but soon enough it became a habit. Every Sunday, same time, same place. But never the same words, never the same thoughts and designs. That was always different. Always precious and delightful. But never, ever the same.
It was a single touch one day that brought it out. He turned to her, and grinned, placing a flower in her hand. It was a rose, as black as the night but covered in fine drops of water, making it shimmer with a undisguised tenderness. It was a lot like the giver, that rose. Seemingly cold and dark, but when you look close enough, shimmering with kindness and love more tender than anything else in the world.
"You are like that flower," He told her, his scruffy orange hair hanging over his face, his eyes shimmering. "You're fragile, your could break easily. You are tender, something everyone wants in their home. You are innocent, something everyone wants to raise and keep protected. And you are beautiful, something not many could see unless they looked close enough to touch," And, leaning forward, he did touch her, his hand brushing her cheek softly, his fingers smooth and delicate.
His eyes sparkling like the sun above her.
And as though no one else existed, nothing else mattered, he kissed her, took her hand, and together they watched the sun set over the hidden land, sparkling over love and trust more than it had any other Sunday.