It's not the weekend any more. I don't care.

It's not Valentine's Day. I don't care.

It's another shortish, pointless thing. I don't care.

Disclaimer: I do not own D. Gray-Man


Love

It is the end of a very long day at the Order. There has been an excess of flowers, chocolates, candies, hearts, and red, white, and pink. It is the end of Valentine's Day.

Kanda personally thinks that Valentine's Day is bullshit. He can't stand it.

Lavi, of course, loves Valentine's Day. He loves the food, the energy, everything. And of course he knows that Kanda hates it, so he spends the day following the samurai around, talking all lovey-dovey and trying to feed him little heart-shaped chocolates. And nearly getting his head cut off. But yeah.

Normal Valentine's Day stuff.

Lavi has to admit, he loves watching everyone on Valentine's Day. He's an avid people-watcher anyway – it kinda comes with the whole "being a Bookman" thing, but whatever – but it's even better on Valentine's Day. The relationships, the awkwardness, it's sweet and hilarious and really weird all at once. It's great.

Watching Allen try to fend off his girlfriend's jealous girlfriend's older brother is entertaining. Observing said brother getting dragged away by his own (Australian) boyfriend is even better. Getting to see a stuttering Crowley hand a giant bouquet of flowers to a red-faced Miranda is absolutely adorable.

And then there's Yuu. It's fun to bug him all day, doing dumb stuff just to drive him nuts, but the best part comes in the evening. They've done the same thing for two years already, but it never loses its perfection.

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Late that night, when people are going to bed, a tall blue-haired man finds a dark navy rose at the door to his room. The thorns are wicked, long and sharp, but the petals are dark and soft, and the bloom is perfectly shaped. He rolls his eyes, but his hands are gentle as he picks it up and carries it inside with him, laying it down gently beside his sword.

At the same time, a redhead pushes his green headband back with a grin when he sees the tiger lily lying in front of his door. The flower is brilliant orange, with dark speckles sprinkled across the insides of the petals. He reaches down and picks it up by its long, dark green stem, the smile growing wider as he examines the bloom. "Love you too," he whispers as he unlocks his room and goes inside.


Happy not-Valentine's Day.

So I basically just did whatever pairings I see a lot and just came to my head first. Don't flip out.

Sigh. I hope you liked it. There might be another one up soon.

- Ruyax