It was the little things.
How she looked at him. How she smiled. How she laughed without a second thought. How she teased him. How the hours they spent talking felt like minutes. How she shared her emotions with him. How she trusted him.
How she called out his name.
"Doma!"
She was beautiful—more beautiful than he thought possible. All of those years had truly been worth the wait, for her beauty made the cherry blossoms she was named after pale in comparison.
It was the sweetness of her voice, the softness of her skin.
It was the tantalizing scent of her blood, how it sang for him whenever he was nearby.
It was the sincerity in her eyes, her genuine adoration.
"Doma? What are you standing around for?" she grinned, gesturing to the empty space beside her. "Come on, join me! It's my last sakura viewing, after all, so come and enjoy it with me!"
Nodding mutely, the demon swiftly came to sit beside her, the tree under which they were seated showering them with soft, pink petals. As wonderful as the sight was, though, he couldn't tear his eyes away from her.
It was how she felt for him.
It was how she made him feel.
It was the little things.
"Sakura…" She looked up at him, surprise evident in her eyes upon hearing her name, and the warmth that had started growing in his chest suddenly bubbled, rising up in his throat like liquid fire. "What- what is this feeling?"
"Hmm?" She grabbed his hand, and smiled. "I think you already know. Just let it out, you'll love it!"
So he did. Unable to stop himself any longer, he let go of any restraint… and started laughing. It started off as a soft chuckles, which quickly turned into a full-blown laughter fit, and Sakura was quick to join him. It was the first time he laughed so openly, so genuinely.
He didn't know what came over him, but he did know it was thanks to Sakura.
It was the little things.