docholligay:wouldntyoulichentoknow:it’s just us. it’s only ever been us.Haruka would never have call
docholligay:wouldntyoulichentoknow:it’s just us. it’s only ever been us.Haruka would never have called herself hesitant or shy, and in most places in this world, that would have been true. In the arcades and racetracks and battles, she was bold and she was brave, and she was the first to rush forward. People would call her blustery and fierce, when they saw her, when they heard the barking return of her voice. But Michiru was not a woman who accepted things as they were presented to her. One could paint anything one liked, but the quality of the canvas would still show underneath, and when Michiru looked at Haruka, with all the thick oil layers she had stacked upon herself, Michiru still saw the inexperienced and hesitant girl she was, if only one cared to look. And so Michiru was gentle. Michiru was gentle, and she touched Haruka softly, and she pretended not to notice as Haruka nearly cried with the sheer tenderness of it all. She made a promise to herself, as Haruka relaxed beneath her hand, that she would brush away everything the world had put on her, everything that made her feel she had cover what she was. She would use her hand to cover Haruka from cruel eyes, and she would whisper her love until Haruka knew that it was only them that mattered, and that here, she was safe. -- source link