Donut Love

Contains slash and random lack of timelines and plot.

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#12. Yellow

There was no one else in the world like him, and Doumeki couldn't catch his breath when he stared at man he loved, simple and elegant and one of a kind in the world. Months and years could pass, decades and lifetimes, and yet there would never be anyone like the gentle-eyed man who looked at the world with such a sad and yet hopeful gaze.

It was early spring now and while the sky was clear and blue, the air was crisp with a memory of winter. The two of them had decided to spend their Sunday together, opting to walk through the park and enjoy each other's company in comfortable silence, which in itself was not as rare a thing as one who'd met Watanuki before might expect. The bespeckled boy certainly had a lot of energy to burn and held no qualms against loudly voicing his opinion at any given time, but there were moments too when words were not necessary and silence was more than golden.

Doumeki sighed contently, his eyes following Watanuki as he wandered off the cement path and stepped into a thick field of yellow flowers that covered a large amount of the park's grass. The flowers came up to his knees when standing, obviously not having been cut in quite a while, but when Watanuki kneeled to gently touch the pale petals, he was submerged up to his shoulders in a sea of sunshine and light.

Watanuki shot Doumeki a bright smile and the larger boy suddenly wished he owned a camera. Just as well he didn't, though, as the scene could only ever be given justice in his mind's eye.

Stepping onto the grass as he approached his boyfriend, Doumeki leaned down and cleanly picked a pretty golden flower. Watanuki raised his head curiously, opening his mouth to ask a question, but stuttered to a halt, blushing madly, when Doumeki wove the flower behind his ear and into his hair.

That beautiful charming smile came out again and after Watanuki's fondly whispered 'baka', Doumeki held out his hand to help the flower-boy to his feet. Hand in hand they slowly made their way through the sea of yellow flowers and back to the sidewalk.

For the rest of the day, even when inquired about by Himawari-chan, Watanuki didn't take the yellow flower out of his hair. Doumeki couldn't help but smile; there was no one like Watanuki in the world.

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