A/N: This is a totally unexpected (by me) follow up to the previous chapter. Was supposed to be posted tomorrow, but here, have some fluff for Christmas!
Her Boy
Other boys wanted her to be their girl, but she never agreed to that. She liked to think he was her boy. To daydream that he cared for her deeply, that she was the most important woman in his life. And sometimes when she looked into his eyes she felt she was.
Other boys were always speaking nicely. Both in the past in her time most of them tried to use pretty words and compliments. Her boy spoke with gruffness and usually sprinkled his speech with swear words. While other boys cared to speak nice he didn't care for fancy words. But he never lied, despite the fact he often worded his thoughts poorly or couldn't describe what he felt properly. Obviously, he wasn't used to long discussions, but when he spoke he was blunt and honest.
Other boys paid some attention to their clothing, especially in her time. A nicely pressed uniform or a fashionable shirt were a must. But her boy wore an ancient kimono made from fur of a legendary beast, practical and not revealing much of his body shape. And yet there were firm muscles and deft limbs hidden under the layer of red, a body fit to fight, to protect. It was bringing her comfort when she could lean against him in her time of weakness.
Other boys often flirted. He was the densest, most clueless guy ever. And, beside being annoying, it was quite sweet.
Other boys were generous, offering her gifts and proposing to take her places, showing tickets to a movie or an amusement park. Her boy provided for her, carried her on his own back, Sure, he often grumbled about that, but he never denied her and went out of his way to find safe spots for camping, ones with an easy access to hot springs or rivers.
Other boys let her go first through the door. He didn't care about that, but he always made sure that wherever she went she was safe. And if the path was dangerous he eagerly stepped forward to shield her from anything that could come her way. Even if it was a piece of laundry falling from a balcony overhead.
Other boys, especially in her time, were free to plan their future according to their dreams, were accepted to the society and knew nothing about the life of solitude. Her boy was a hanyou.
And she loved him, for who he was, not for what he was. She accepted him even if his flaws often were a cause of a major quarrel. He was her bad boy, following his own rules, her wild hanyou who never judged others despite being judged by them for what he was.
And when she was offered a chance she returned to him because she longed to be at his side as much as he longed her to be there.