this is my first furuba fic and for a kyo stan i sure love yuki a lot huh? i just want my little rat boy to be happy :')
anyway, yes this is just a series of short ficlets in which yuki is happy, laughing with the people he loves!
enjoy!
It's a nice day, Yuki absentmindedly notes. It's warm and bright, a gentle breeze pushing fluffy white clouds across the blue sky and causing the leaves to trees to rustle softly. Yuki looks upward, squinting slightly at the brightness from the sun and inhales deeply. The earthy smell of soil and slightly damp grass settles within him, bringing a calm, refreshing feeling with it.
Yuki returns his attention back to the field in front of him. He flexes his gloved fingers a few times before picking up the next tomato seedling and gently placing it into the hole he had dug out for it. Using his fingers and his hand shovel he covers the roots up with soil, making sure the plant settles in upright. With the pads of his fingers and the back of his shovel, Yuki presses down on the dark soil until it's packed with the right amount of firmness. Lastly, Yuki grabs the small paper tag that is aptly labelled Roma tomatoes and sticks it into the soft dirt in front of the row of tomato plants, admiring his neat work for a moment.
Yuki dusts some dirt off of his gloves and is about to move to tend to the other plants when a gentle weight is put upon his head and his view becomes slightly obscured. Yuki tilts his head upwards to find Machi diligently adjusting the straw sunhat she had placed on his head.
She pauses, her eyes locking onto his.
Machi says nothing, as her fingers move to fix the hat, tilting it backwards so Yuki could see properly. Yuki looks down at his shadow, noting the large flowers and a flowing ribbon decorating the side of the hat. He's fairly certain Tohru has a sunhat of this design.
"You'll get sunburnt otherwise," Machi explains when Yuki looks up to her again.
"Thank you," Yuki smiles.
Machi crouches down so they're at eye level, "And you never remember to put on sunscreen," she adds with seriousness.
"It's good that I have my wonderful Machi to remind me then," Yuki gives her another smile, biting the inside of his cheek when Machi tries to hide her own smile. Instead, she looks at the newly planted tomatoes, blowing some of her bangs out of her face.
"Be more careful," Machi insists, "You at how pale you are, you'll get red and burnt so quickly," Machi reaches a hand out to pinch Yuki's pale cheek. It doesn't hurt but Yuki pouts at her anyway.
"Then from now on will Machi apply sunscreen on me?"
Machi reaches with her other hand, pinching Yuki's other cheek with a bit more force this time, "Don't be so shameless," and Yuki refrains from pointing out which one of them has turned red so quickly when Machi releases him and hides behind her hair.
"Tomatoes?" Machi asks, her index finger brushing against the seedling's small leaves.
"Mm," Yuki nods. And despite Machi not being particularly interested in gardening, she watches him work anyway, asking Yuki questions every now and then, attentively listening to his answers even though they're probably long-winded and overly wordy. It's nice, Yuki thinks, and he glances in Machi's direction, watching how she crouches at the edge of the field, poking at the loose dirt distractedly.
Cute, Yuki smiles, looking away.
"Machi?" He calls out when he's nearly done with the field for the day. Machi looks up at Yuki, head tilted to the side slightly as she waits for him to ask his question.
"Is there anything you want me to plant for you?" Yuki asks, "Tohru requests for strawberries each year and Momiji asks for carrots and Shigure likes zucchini. What does Machi like?"
Machi pauses to think for a moment while Yuki gathers up all his tools, watching her out of the corner of his eye.
"I'm...not sure," Machi says finally. It's not distressed or upset though, and Yuki is glad she isn't forcing herself to come up with an answer.
"That's alright," Yuki says, packing his tools up neatly, "I'll just have to plant everything so you can pick your favourite."
"Everything?" Machi asks with a small smile as she kneels in front of him. Machi carefully removes the gardening gloves from his hands, setting them aside. Her thumb runs over the pale skin of his wrists, tracing over the blue-ish veins that are more prominent now in the spring heat.
"Of course," Yuki nods sagely, "Every vegetable and fruit in the whole world, I'll grow for you."
"Hmm," Machi nods her head, cool hands moving downwards to clasp Yuki's warmer ones, "I prefer meat though," she smiles at him warmly but Yuki sees the look in her eyes, the twitch in the corner of her mouth.
"Well, that's not very healthy, Machi."
She laughs, shoulders shaking gently so that Yuki can feel it all the way down to their intertwined fingers. Yuki can't help but to join in, their light laughter mingling harmoniously with the cheery chirps of the birds and the gentle rustling of the trees.
"Whatever you grow, I will happily eat," Machi says with a nod of her head.
"How kind of you."
"Oh, it's the least I can do," Machi drawls, her hands releasing his and reaching up to cup his cheeks, "Yuki?" and Yuki's heart always skips a beat when she says his name like that, when she looks right at him like that.
"Mm?"
"You look really pretty in that hat," Machi squishes his cheeks a bit, smiling brightly at him.
"You look really pretty with dirt on your face," Yuki smiles back. Machi pauses, making a sound of confusion which turns into a squeak of surprise when Yuki's thumb swipes a bit of dirt across her cheek, leaving a brownish streak on her soft skin.
"Let's go inside," Yuki stands up swiftly, smiling despite Machi's narrowed eyes following him. It vaguely reminded Yuki of how an alligator would sit there motionless, tracking its prey with its eyes, before suddenly pouncing.
"Fine," Machi says, releasing the fistful of dirt she had already grabbed. She uses his arm to stand up, "But, Yuki. I didn't know you were such a coward."
Yuki laughs as he tugs Machi back inside, away from the midday sun, "Please go easy on this coward, oh powerful and merciful Machi."
"I guess I have no choice then," Machi says, and she's laughing right along with him as they go back into the house, hand-in-hand, for lunch.
at first I thought Machi would be super hard to write but she surprisingly came easy and i found myself wanting to stick her into every other chapter lol
also, don't ask me about timelines, this all occurs in some post-canon limbo okay?
leave a comment to let me know what you think!
i have the rest of the chapters planned out and will be updating soon!