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Characters: Bel X Cheren, as requested.

Summary: Little Cheren and Bel. Aren't they kawaii?

All Better

"You okay?" A five-year-old Cheren looked up to see round, blinking blue eyes and a mop of curly blonde hair.

"Go away," he mumbled, drawing his knees up higher to his chest and wiping at his tears.

"Here." In her grubby, pudgy white fingers were a pair of broken glasses, and she offered them to him. "They're yours, aren't they?"

He snatched them away. "Yeah. Now go away."

Instead she plopped down beside him, her summery pink dress brushing the gravel of the playground. "Why are you crying?"

"I'm not!" he retorted, hiccupping and furiously scrubbing at his eyes.

"It's okay." She gave him a wide, crooked smile. "It's good to cry. It makes all the sadness wash away."

He sniffed, trying to clean his glasses but ending up cutting his thumb on the glass instead. "Actually, tears are formed in your tear ducts due to emotional distress. There's nothing good about it." At her awed expression, he shifted and glanced sharply at her. "What?"

"You're so smart," she said, her lashes fluttering in amazement.

He blinked, surprised. "You think so?"

She nodded vigorously. "Yeah."

"The bigger kids just called me a nerd," he said, downcast again. He frowned down at his thumb, where blood was welling up in the cut. "Ouch," he muttered, crinkling his nose.

"You okay?" she wondered aloud, and then saw the cut. "Do you want me to kiss it better?"

He stared at her, trying to figure out if she was mocking him. She stared back in a simple and straightforward way.

"That wouldn't be sanitary," he finally remarked.

She shrugged and leaned forward to kiss his cheek instead. "Don't cry, okay? Smiles are always better than tears." Then she got up and skipped away to join her friend Touko, who was giggling with her brother Black by the blacktop.

Cheren felt his face radiate heat for a moment. Then it cooled off and he wandered off to ponder the existence of cooties.