I still canât get over the fact that because Nene screamed and cried for Hanakoâ
He literally couldnât resist revealing himselfâclutching her hand so tightly, and pressing his face so close to hers that his bangs brush against her foreheadâ
Repeating the first words he ever spoke to her! Like, we really see how much Hanako and Nene have grown from the day they metâfrom being absolute strangersâ
To Hanako giving Nene mixed signals because he enjoyed messing around with her and didnât expect Nene to take his flirtings seriouslyâ
To their first sort of fight and hug, in which Hanako let Nene cry against him, and apolgized for leading her on~
To Hanako telling Nene how happy she made him when she said told him she likes himâand look how he made her heart race~
To their first time theyâre both flustered and embarrassed around each otherâall because Nene kissed him. And we see them have an almost-kiss~
And to Hanako realizing he does care about human livesâthat what he truly wants more than anythingâmore than his own happinessâis for Nene to live! That he would have left her in this fake world if it meant she could be alive *somewhere* even if that meant Hanako having to go on with his afterlife without her.
To thisâwhere Hanako pulls Nene into the tightest hug ever whilst in the middle of a crowd of angry villagers trying to sacrifice her.
Because he couldnât resist not holding her in his armsâcouldnât stand the fact that she was so terrifiedâthat he wasnât able to protect her from getting kidnappedâand all he could do was pull her into his arms and hug her with all his mightâ
Because he loves her.
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Flower Shop AU
AU Made by starydraws on Tumblr.
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Star rubbed her head, her face heating up at nothing. She groaned as she put her blonde hair in a ponytail.
She knew she was sick, from her cough to sore throat. Her eyes were watery and walking seemed to be a problem.
Star then rubbed the freckles on her cheeks, feeling them heat at her touch.
âUGH! â Star sighed. â Iâm sick so I should stay home⌠But then again⌠I donât want Marco at the shop by himselfâŚâ
Marco, the teenager that she helped, ran his grandfatherâs shop while he was in retirement.
The shop wasnât much. Marco could run it by himself. But, Star loved seeing his face everyday
Yeah, she wouldnât admit it out loud, but she did carry a heavy crush on the boy ever since high school. And him walking up to her one day and asking for help in his grandfatherâs shop let her be closer to him too.
Now they were proud to call themselves best friends.
Star gave another sigh as she grabbed her bag and walked out her apartment, closing and locking the door behind her.
The flower shop, Davidâs Petals, wasnât far from where the sick girl lived. So she didnât have to use her bike to get there since she still didnât have a car.
Star felt sweat on her brow as she walked, her legs even more wobbly each step she took.
When she finally got to the shop, she slung open the door and plopped down at a waiting table.
âStar?â A deep, gentle voice spoke to her, feet pitter pattering on the ground as they moved towards her. âAre you okay?â
Star looked up to see Marco. Her heart skipped a beat.
He looked the same as he ever did. Handsome.
His hair was brushed to perfection and his black pants were pressed perfectly. Under his white apron, a green shirt rested. Marcoâs brown, chocolatey eyes stared at her in concern, a cute little mole cradled under his right eye.
âYou okay, Star?â he asked once again, his face brimming with worry.
âIâm fine⌠â Star said in a raspy voice.
Marco looked at her suspiciously, his eyes boring into her blue ones. She gave an unnoticeable gulp with a wobbly smile plastered on her face.
âOkay.â Marco said, still staring at her. âGo wash your face. Thereâs sweat on your eyebrows.â
Star nodded as Marco walked off, releasing a breath she didnât know she was holding.
Standing up from the table, the girl went to the bathroom upstairs and stared into the mirror. Her reflection stared back, doubt singing in her eyes.
C'mon, Star. She thought, taking a deep breath before turning on the water and splashing the liquid in her face. You are fine. You are fine. You can make it through this day.
Turning off the water, Star gave another look at her face. The bridge of her nose to right under her eyes was a noticeable pink, her blue eyes watery. Red tinged around her nose, making her sniffle.
She brought her hand to her forehead and frowned at the burning sensation under her fingers. Star inwardly groaned, hoping her fever would ease throughout the day.
She walked out the bathroom, her legs shaking.
As she walked down the stairs, she felt them shake violently, making her fall.
âAHHHHHH! â the girl screamed, grabbing hold of the railing before she could tumble further.
â Star! â
Star looked up to see Marco grabbing her bridal style and taking her down the stairs.
â Marco⌠â Star whispered.
â Are you okay Star? â Marco asked, looking down at her.
She gave a nod, the pink on her nose and cheeks getting redder.
â What happened? â Marco placed her in a seat, letting her relax. â Howâd you fall? â
Star really didnât want to leave the shop or be a bother. So she lied. â I tripped. â
Marco sat down at the counter, staring at her suspiciously. â If you say so, Star. But to be careful, I just need you to fill out the orders of flowers. We need to get them to those people. â
Star nodded, standing up only to be told to sit back down.
â Iâll bring the paperwork to you, Star, â Marco said, grabbing a stack of paperwork from behind the counter and putting it on the table. â There is no need for you to move. If you do need something, just call for me. Understand? â
Star frowned before nodding at him.
â Good. Stay put while I do the rest of the work around here. â
And Star did just that. Stay put. But she felt guilty about Marco doing all the work for the shop. Well, she was doing work but he was doing the most work.
Every now and then, someone would walk into the shop and say the ordered some flowers and ask if they could get them. Marco, who would be organized, frantically ran to her to receive the paper. Only for her to frantically search for it.
Finally, it was Marcoâs break and since it was rush hour, no one wanted to come to a flower shop. Only fast food places where they can grab a bite to eat and get back to work.
Star felt a tickle in her throat that she tried to stifle. But it didnât work.
Star quickly covered her mouth as she went into a fit of coughing. Each time she got a breath, she would just cough even more.
âStar?â Marco called to her from the counter.
Star looked up at the boy before coughing once more for good measure.
âAre you okay? â
That was probably the millionth time he asked that. And this might be the millionth time Star would lie.
â YesâŚâ
Her red eyes widened as she heard a deep sigh. Marco had pushed himself up to his feet, now walking towards her.
Once he got to her, he leaned down and stared at her.
Star gulped as he slowly brought his arm up to her face. She instinctively closed her eyes tight as his hand got it closer. Finally, she felt soft yet rough fingers on her forehead.
âYour temperature is way to high. â He whispered softly, dropping his hand onto her cheek.
She slowly opened her eyes to see Marcoâs chocolate brown ones staring right back at her. He had a concerned look on his face.
The doorbell rang, signaling that someone had entered.
â Oh! Am I interrupting something? â asked a feminine voice.
Marcoâs eyes darted behind him to see a girl with blonde hair, a teil strand blending in with her eyes.
â No. â Marco said, leaning up from Star who was red with both fever and their once close proximity. âStar, go home. You have a high fever. Iâll be over to take care of you after we close.â
âBut⌠But⌠The shop! â Star whispered, bringing her voice lower.
â I can take care of the shop. Go home. You are too sick. I want you to get better. â
Star stood up and stared at Marco who was staring at her. âOkayâŚâ
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AU Is not by me. It is by starydraws on Tumblr. It was this cute little comic.
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Copy and pasted from Random Starco One-Shots on FFN.
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