It felt silly, but sometimes it was the little things Haurka
enjoyed most—the ordinary things, everyday life but a way she hadn’t been sure
she’d ever experience it. Right now, for example, she and Michiru were merely
walking through a department store, ostensibly there for a sauce pan but
looking at everything, since Michiru knew Haruka liked to. There was a certain
delight to be had in imagining uses for things, and even more in having Michiru
at her side.
“Would a bookshelf like that look good in my apartment?”
Michiru laughed and leaned in close. “I think you’d look
good carrying it up the stairs.”
Haruka blushed.
They wandered up to the top floor, where a little corner was
walled off with glass. Inside were racks of white dresses with a mannequin wearing
one in front. Lace sloped off its plastic shoulders, a ribbon cinched at its
tiny artificial waist.
“Do you think when we get married, you’ll wear something
like that?” Haruka looked down with a smile that fell as her own words hit her.
Her blood ran cold. “I mean. When you
get married, not necessarily to me, or maybe you won’t get married, I dunno, we
never– Can we just pretend I didn’t say that?” She willed herself the ability
to time travel, just once, to thirty seconds ago.
But Michiru took her hands. “I don’t like pretending much.”
She stood on tip toe to kiss Haruka’s cheek. “Maybe it’s time for us to talk
about it.”
“You think so?” Haruka fought down her smile, just in case.
“I do. It’s definitely getting silly for us not to at least
live together. And…” For the first time that Haruka had seen, Michiru blushed. “I
rather like the idea of a future with you.”
Haruka could not but laugh with joy and relief as she
wrapped Michiru in her arms. “I do, too.”
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