The little things are nice right? Also I wasn't sure whose perspective I wanted to do this in so I chose Bright since he pined after Fine first

"You had something in your hair."

Bright always wondered if he what he was doing was creepy. If he explained to someone else, then yeah it would definitely sound creepy.

'I keep making excuses to touch the girl I like in small ways.'

No, not inappropriately. Bright would never forgive himself if he ever disrespected a girl like that. Innocent things, like hand-touching, hair stroking, arm grazing. Things you wouldn't really notice, especially if you were already good enough friends.

Bright hoped Fine considered him a good enough friend. He's wondered if he'd ever crossed the line before with her, but she never said anything. She sometimes played along. Sometimes, she even initiated the action herself.

Bright thought she was too naive to even realize what he was doing.

"It's so cold today, right?" Fine said, blowing into her hands. "I forgot my gloves at home too and Rein doesn't have a spare!" She whined. Suddenly, she stepped in front of him, placing her hands on his face. Bright jumped from her icy touch. "See how cold they are?!"

"Why don't you borrow mine then." Bright said without another thought. He saw Fine's expression go blank for a moment before she looked down and held out her hand.

"Th-That's really nice of you," Fine said. Bright chuckled, taking the gloves off his hand and gently putting them on hers. She seemed happy to have them on.

Only once during the trip home did she offer to hold his hand so he wouldn't be cold either. Bright thought he would have been overstepping his boundaries had he said yes.

He wondered if he missed an opportunity.

"Woah, Shade, your hand is kind of big isn't it?" Fine said during class one day. Bright glanced over to see her and Shade's palms pressed together.

"Yours is just really small." He replied, rolling his eyes and pulling his hand away. Fine stared at her hand, then her eyes locked with Bright's.

"Let me try your hand, Bright." She held out her palm. Bright was a little hesitant at the sudden offer but he wouldn't really put off a chance for small contact.

He gently placed his palm against hers. Her fingers were short by about half an inch. "Maybe my hands are small..." Fine said, staring at her hand, then at Bright's. It was then that Bright felt the strong urge to curl his fingers around hers. A strong urge to hold her hand.

He almost did, but she pulled away too quickly, talking to her sister about their hand size. Bright stared at his own palm.

Would it have been okay to hold?

It was when Bright fell asleep in class that he wondered how oblivious Fine was towards his actions.

He stirred when someone gently stroked his hair. He sat up slowly, coming face to face with Fine. Her expression was shocked and flustered. It was then that Bright realized her hand was still on her head.

"You had something in your hair." She explained, pulling her hand back. She looked down, hoping to hide her face with her bangs. Bright, still groggy from sleep, raised his own hand towards Fine's hair. He chuckled as he stroked his fingers through her bangs, pushing them back to expose her entire face.

"I think you do too." He replied, smiling. Her face flushed completely red, and she reached for his hand. Then, she placed her palm in his and curled her fingers around his. Bright's drowsiness seemed to clear up when he realized what she did. He gave her a surprised expression, blush appearing on his face.

"My hand was feeling a little cold, hehe." She said, tightening her fingers. Bright couldn't help but chuckle, taking her other hand in his.

"Mine was too." He replied, intertwining the fingers of his free hand with her free hand.

They laughed, embarrassed and happy that their feelings seemed to be reciprocated.