Set in the La Douleur Exquise universe (aka 'the break up arc never ended' universe). Mamoru burns a little in his own selfmade hell while he patches Usagi back up after a battle.

"It's, well, you're sort of..." he gestures hopelessly for words, blush deepening with every passing second. He hates and loves in equal measure that she has the ability to leave him feeling like such a twelve-year-old boy. "...naked."

This is a short poem that accompanies my Sailor Moon Legacy Series Fanfiction, from the Usagi story. I'm not sure how good it is, but when read with the story, it made a girl cry. Does that mean something?