Cornflower
It was the first time in these few days when Gajeel could rest in the shadow of a tree after a long individual mission. He had just come out of the infirmary with the bandaged hand: the injury wasn't serious but still needed medical attention. The missions at The Magic Council were sometimes hard, just like this time. The weather was lovely, sunny but not very hot, birds were quietly singing.
He closed his eyes: breathing in the warm, fresh air. Times like this frequently make you think of various things.
So Gajeel was thinking… He hasn't seen Lily and Levy for almost a week. Levy most likely will be worried about his injury and lecture him about his uncarefulness. Oh, Levy… Who was she for him? A great friend and loyal comrade - that's true. But there was something else…His dear Shrimp. Yeah, Shrimp. That's the nickname he had given her. Levy just got used to it and barely paid attention.
These feelings appeared not so long ago but he couldn't tell when they became so strong. He has never felt this way before about anyone. He loved her scent, could recognize it anywhere. Old books and orange tree, at least this was Levy's favourite perfume. This smell intoxicated him, filled him with something warm inside. What an irony! To fall in love with a girl whom you had hurt, for whom you had been an enemy.
At the field next to the tree small flowers were growing. Among them were the small blue ones. Gajeel didn't know their names but their colour reminded him of her. Blue hair and lashes, amber eyes, her bright happy smile, her ringing laughter, the tender touch of her hands, her scent…All of this made his heart skip a beat.
He was afraid of telling her, the time spent together at The Council had changed them. Deep inside he knew she cared for him. But still, he had doubts…
….
Levy came back to her office to finish the reports on the missions they'd done along with Lily. Yet she discovered something strange on her desk. Among papers, at the pages of an open book lay a bouquet of cornflowers. She turned around in hopes of finding out who left this small gift yet found nothing.
"Who could it be?… Maybe…No, no way! He could never do it… could he?"- Levy thought.
There were not many girls in The Magic Council, so Levy was very popular. She took the bouquet and breathed in the sweet smell of cornflowers. The bouquet was sealed with an iron string. Having discovered that, she was silently rejoicing over this small present.
She took the glass, filled it with water, and let the flowers rest at her desk. The blush hasn't left her cheeks. She began to work, thinking of dragonslayer, who has become so dear to her heart.