Week 3C: Love
Sailor Raspberry
278 words
"How would you define love?"
Mamoru, eyebrows perked, looked over at the girl beside him. He set his coffee mug back down. "It's kind of... Like... Well..." He paused and raked his mind for something to say. "I don't know."
Usagi grinned, and he was suddenly nervous.
"Somehow, I knew you were going to say that." She relaxed back into the booth and tapped her fingernails on the tabletop. "That's why I'm going to help you."
Mamoru couldn't hold back a snort of laughter. "Help me with what, exactly?"
"I'm going to help you love."
He blinked, slowly, hoping that maybe he was just hallucinating. "Odango," he said, "I think you've finally lost your mind."
"No!" Her voice was roused with deliberation. "I haven't!" Then, with a thump of the fist, she was on her feet. "Do you love me?"
Mamoru choked, face burning crimson as he refocused his gaze on her wild blue eyes. His voice cracked. "Love you? Me?"
"See!" Usagi pointed a slender finger in his face. "You don't even know your own feelings!" With a heavy exhale, she flopped back down. "I think you need help my help."
He looked down, confused with the untamed beating beneath his ribcage, the burning on his cheeks, the wetness that gathered on his palms.
"Usagi," he murmured, clenching his fingers into tight fists. "What is love?"
She examined him carefully, and he was abruptly aware that her face was the same blushed tint as his.
"Love," she said slowly, folding her delicate hands in her lap, "is amazing..."
And he couldn't help but smile as she relayed what 'love' was.
Because maybe that's exactly what he felt.