presidentnerd replied to your post: Tell me something beautiful and soft and gay,...
I got one for you: the first time Haruka holds Michiru’s hand in public and Michiru realizes Haruka’s not going to pull back this time
At first, Michiru thinks it must be some mistake. Just an accidental brush of Haruka’s hand as they walk side by side, and it would be the height of Michiru’s foolishness to believe, one more time, that Haruka would reach back to her.
But then she feels the tremble and the tightness in Haruka’s body, and she nearly has to chuckle--this girl has faced her own death with less fear and trepidation than trying to hold Michiru’s hand.
And then Michiru feels another tremble, and realizes it is her, too.
Haruka nearly withdraws her hand, out there too long, too afraid that she has rejected Michiru too many times and her chances are all used up. But Michiru jumps. She cups Haruka’s hand in hers, awkwardly at first (It has been so long since Michiru knew what it felt to be awkward, to be uncertain, and there is a freedom in that) but they find a rhythm as they walk, and their hands begin to fit just a little tighter.
She looks over at Haruka, who gives her a little smile, so different from that girl on the battlefield, something soft in her eyes, and Michiru knows the seed that has been sleeping in her heart has a place to grow.