Happy Birthday, Kriss! I hope that you're having a wonderful one so far, and I hope this story makes you smile! (I feel like it's the most romantic ZenYuki oneshot I've ever written, feels very much to me like a full dive into the romance genre.) But I hope you really love it, and that it ends up being a great birthday gift for you. I know you love ZenYuki too, and I've been paying attention to try to figure out what kind of ZenYuki oneshot you might like to read, and I came up with this, after some prayer. So, have a very wonderful week and a very wonderful day! I hope both are amazing for you, and I'm so happy that we got to talking in the ANS Server and became friends! Happy Birthday again!
It's easy for a day to become normal, for the bright colors to be overshadowed by gray and by dullness. And yet, when they come back as if in a pinch, as if in a hurry, breath is lost in a moment, and a smile blossoms as if it's been waiting to all day, just for the right moment.
And Zen's standing before her, and Shirayuki feels that little almost nervous flutter in her stomach, and she looks up into his blue gaze and wants to spend forever staring up into the sky of it. Being in love is like taking every moment slow, to savor the little cadences, the turns of phrases, the smiles, the gazes, and all of it. Because you are not ready for a moment to pass until you've memorized every inch of it.
And when Zen leans down, Shirayuki leans up. Only closing her eyes when she and Zen are so close to each other that everything becomes a blur of confusing images, of too close zoom ins, and too bright angles. And when she feels his hands wrap around her waist in an embrace, she feels at home in the gesture.
And when, their lips do finally meet, she is transfixed not by the sight that she can't see with her eyes closed, but by the feeling and the softness within every gesture. Her hands are looped around Zen's neck, as if to hold her steady in his embrace and within his kiss. Though she knows if she let go, he'd hold her up. Like a trust fall, she knows she can trust him to catch her, even if her legs melt down like wax melts.
And the pressure is constant and yet gentle; it feels like the sparks that light up a fire, that multiply until a full flame has come out of ashes. And she's warm here within his embrace, warm here, holding close to him. She loves him and feels at home here, and when they pull apart, her eyes open to blue.
It feels like the ocean stretched out before her, that she can't wait to run into, and it's warm and gentle, like a kiddy pool's quick comfort. Zen's gaze feels impossible to look away from, because Shirayuki wants to memorize this feeling, memorize this moment, until she can recall it with ease later.
And yet right now, her heart seems to be playing hopscotch, and she feels that little flutter like butterfly wings within her. She is giddy and breathless and warm and in love. And she hopes that this moment stretches on so much longer too.