10. (against all logic, against all odds) they made sense.
[Art, oil.]
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Sometimes Motoki didn't understand it. Usagi and Mamoru were probably the two most contrary people he had ever met, completely like oil and water, and yet, they seemed to click better than any other couple he had ever seen. He wasn't a huge believer in fate, but the way they looked at each other, as if they each physically held the other's heart in hand, made him think of nothing else.
'Strangely,' he mused, 'like soul-mates.'
And it was strange because before it had happened, he hadn't even considered the thought of the two of them together. Or even Mamoru in love, for that matter. Not that anyone could blame him. Usagi was... loud, energetic, social, as bright as the sun in the sky. His friend, on the other hand, rarely cracked a smile (though, Motoki noted, he didn't seem to have that problem anymore, as long as his girlfriend was around), far too focused, reserved, and rather reclusive. So of course, when they finally did meet, they clashed, doing nothing but arguing and insulting and shouting, and who knows what else (Motoki nearly gagged at that thought—seeing them now, he didn't really want to know what "else" they had done). So naturally, they shouldn't have mingled, they shouldn't have worked, they shouldn't have... made sense.
Yet, somehow, they did, and watching Mamoru lean into Usagi's embrace, lips stretching into the most genuine smile he had ever seen on the guy's face, Motoki couldn't really imagine the two any other way.
Note: A random sweet outside-observation drabble. (I always like to wonder Motoki's thoughts about them, since we have little indication he has any real idea they're dating. But you'd have to be blind to miss all of Usagi and Mamoru's epic-yet-total-fail so-freaking-flirtatious encounters, right?) Anyway, thank you for reading and pleaseeee review! (: