3.
SWEETEST
The
feeling. It's there inside. Please believe me.
Kanami curls up into her nightgown and flexes her fingers. Her smile is blithe and warm. Contented for now. Kazuma is careful as he breathes beneath the slight pressure of all 98 pounds. The little girl sleeping on his chest and murmuring often through her dreaming the name that she created for him. Kazu-kun. Her lasting term of endearment.
She tells him that he's virtuous and good inside, that he just doesn't realize now. She thinks he will soon. He thinks she's wrong.
But it's the sweetest kind of wrong.
A/N: My first drabble to be a perfect 100 words! Much celebration.