Heheh, rogueishLeia, you got it in one. I did 'naughty' to show the often glossed over part of Mamoru. I mean, he is a guy. +winks+

Well, Dudly. That he doesn't actually see his Princess' smile in his dreams was actually the point of why he hopes for it. 100 words sometimes are not enough, lol!

C.Shakespeare, raye85 and angeliclin, THANK YOU!

DISCLAIMER: I'm afraid NT is the one.

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081. NATURE

Motoki thinks of Usagi as the warmest spring day, smiles at the park, games and the liveliest blue eyes. Meanwhile Mamoru fits as a calm winter evening, snuggling deep in an armchair with a book and hot chocolate at your side.

Watching them is like watching the weather channel, really. Hot front meets cold front, and shoes start to fly.

At first Motoki tried to separate them, but no one can stop nature. He doesn't try anymore, though, not really. Because even after Usagi's screaming, the insults and Mamoru's sneering, as in all storms, there's something intrinsically beautiful about them.

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082. THE SMALL THINGS

She always wears white scrunchies for her pigtails. Except on Thursdays. On Thursdays, they are blue. He suspects it's because of her P.E. class, but he can't figure out why.

And he won't ask.

He pours three packets of sugar in his coffee the days before an important exam. Not one, never two. Exactly three. And he never even looks up from his book while he's doing it.

She paints her nails pink on Saturdays, and chews them through the week.

He bought a new helmet last week, and she worries that there was an accident.

But she won't ask.

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083. MAIL

Usagi's eyes bulged out as Mamoru opened the box… and bars of chocolate sprung out from their tight fit inside.

All…
…that…
……chocolate…

After a quick check that she wasn't drooling, Usagi wandered to the counter. She tried to sound innocent and completely non-chocolate-addicted. Keyword: tried. "What's that?"

"My mail."

Really. Did he have to sound that disgruntled? Had he seen the chocolate?

Then Usagi blinked. "Why are you getting your mail at the Crown?"

"Because I'd have to move if girls found out my real address," Mamoru groaned.

"Give them mine, then." She did it just for chocolate. Really.

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084. GLASSES

"If you weren't such a jerk, then maybe you'd understand," Usagi screamed angrily, getting to her tiptoes to face the taller man and emphasizing her point with sharp pokes at his chest.

Motoki held his breath, expecting Mamoru's equally sharp invective.

It didn't come.

Mamoru held still, never moving to peel the blonde away. He was still glaring Usagi down, sure, but…

Motoki blinked.

…was that a smile?

"Understand why Math is 'evil'?" Mamoru suddenly scoffed, laughing unkindly. "Only an Odango-ed brain like yours could make that up!"

Motoki shook his head. Mamoru softening towards Usa-chan? He definitely needed glasses.

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