"haruka-papa," warmth floods her tone and hands cradle the box with care, set upon her palms, fingers curling loosely about the edges. she smiles, serene, a tilt to her head as she lifts her hands, presenting the box to the woman plainly, showing beneath the sheen of plastic and the neat bow of a ribbon heart shaped chocolate. a wordless confession, a wordless vow, love without expectation for the woman who raised her. "happy white day."
“What’s this...?” Warmth flooded her chest, unfurling like strands of ink to water as she kneeled down to the younger girl’s height, accepting the gift with both hands. The scent of chocolate was rich and sweet, causing thin lips to lift in a smile radiant with gratitude. “How kind. This you make this yourself?” There was a brief press of a kiss to her forehead, followed by fingers running through dark hair. Funny, how settled she had become in this new role--caretaker of someone she had once been determined to annihilate at any cost. It was ironic as well, how someone with the ability deep within to bring an end to everything was still so filled with a special type of light.
“Either way, it looks delicious. Thank you.”
