“Caroline, can you look this way please?”

Yukari turned her head toward the voice. She looked down at Miwako, who had somehow managed to slip into the seat next to her without her notice.

She flinched slightly in surprise as Miwako’s hand moved in right next to her face. She could tell that she was holding something, but couldn’t tell what. As she started to turn her face to look, Miwako stopped her with a pout, the heels of her hands gently holding her still while trying not to drop what she was holding.

“No moving! Give me a moment.”

She lifted her other hand next to her first, humming in consideration, moving around whatever she was holding from one to the other.

“...What are you doing?”

Another few moments, and Miwako finally seemed to come to a decision. “This one!” she cheered, voice bright.

She pulled back her hands to show what was in them.

“...Thread?”

Miwako nodded. “I wanted to match the flowers on my new dress with your eyes.”

A blush rose to Yukari’s cheeks. “Why?”

Miwako blinked, batting her long eyelashes. “Because they’re pretty.”

She spoke as if it had been the most obvious thing in the world.

Yukari’s face grew bright red. It made Miwako giggle.

The sound of her laugh felt like gentle bells in her ears. It made Yukari feel warm and fuzzy on the inside.

She hid her cheeks in her hands, turning her attention toward whatever Miwako had left on top of the table to try and calm herself down as Miwako bounced over to get something off a shelf.

The fabric pieces on the table were a soft pastel blue, the leaves and stems of the flowers already sewn into it, stitch by delicate stitch. Surely there were thousands of stitches making up just the parts that she had already finished sewing.

There were countless shades of green, some pale and soft, some darker, bringing out the contrast. The leaves were detailed with light brown against the pastel green shades that made up the bulk of them.

 

Miwako sat back down next to her again, a few more shades of embroidery thread in her hands. “I’ll use this shade as the base of the flowers,” she started, unrolling the thread off the cardboard bobbin to cut off some of the colour she had picked out. “It’s the exact same shade as your eyes.”

“These shades will make the base really pop ,” She continued, picking up several other shades of brown to show her. Then she picked up the piece of fabric with the embroidery hoop attached to it, looking up at Yukari. “It’s going to be sooo cute!”

When Yukari looked at her, there was a soft smile on her face, her eyes alight with happiness. 

 

Miwako leaned forward, rising from her seat. She pressed her lips to Yukari’s.

Her lips were soft, leaving behind the sweet taste of strawberry lip gloss.

 

No matter how many times they kissed, it always made her heart race.

It made her feel light inside.

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