Period 4: Art
Theme 1: Chalk
Words: 216
Author: Lillie Bell
It was him. She was sure of it. Now that she knew she couldn't believe it had taken her so long.
They had the same strict posture, reminiscent of military training that they had doubtfully had. The poised back and shoulder blades that worked before her eyes were the same that slung roses and wrapped her in the protective layers of her cape.
They had the same dedication. Mamoru to his books and training to become a doctor, and Tuxedo Kamen to protecting her or at least fighting against the youma. They both would sacrifice everything to win.
They both looked absolutely dashing in black. Maybe that wasn't really a dead giveaway. But as she sipped on her milkshake and watched him help Motoki rearranged the booths in the Arcade in a tight black turtleneck, she wondered why she'd never noticed how the dark colors suited him.
But none of these things were what really clued her in on his identity as her protector, admirer, and crush.
It was the bit of chalk on his chin that had given him away. Only she had noticed when Tuxedo Kamen had scratched his face in the middle of the dusty classroom, after the youma was dead and gone, and scraped a bit of chalk dust across his chin.