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Published 8/2/2025

Word Count: 2,751

Oneshot, Reader-Insert, Gender-Neutral Reader-Insert, No Use of Y/N for Reader-Insert, POV Second Person, Fluff, Soft Miles Edgeworth, Self-Indulgent, Can be interpreted as both platonic or romantic

SUMMARY:

Miles Edgeworth always found solace in the comfort of his office on the 12th floor of the High Prosecutor's Office. He kept it neat and arranged gracefully, just how he liked it. Nobody even dared step foot into his office without explicit permission from Edgeworth himself to do so at least three to five business days prior to their appearance. So when you, a newly appointed prosecutor, were mentioned to be working in the building, the last thing Edgeworth expected was that you'd both become close enough to where you’d be allowed to barge into his office whenever you wanted without so much as a knock.

Here's a small preview!:

You had just been hired as a prosecutor for one of the most well-known firms in the area, and you couldn’t be happier. It wasn’t just the idea of prosecution itself that made you so ecstatic, however.

Miles Edgeworth had been your biggest inspiration ever since you began studying law. During a few of his trials, you’d watch him intently, taking notes and gathering as much information on him as possible just to determine exactly how he managed to land so many people behind bars.

Even after his defeat at the hands of a specific defense attorney, you still stayed loyal to Edgeworth. You didn’t think of yourself as a fan, per se, just someone who found pure inspiration in his ruthless fights to win over a guilty verdict.

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"Hey, Tifa!" Aerith’s hand glided over a patch of flowers before picking a bright yellow one. She held it out to show Tifa with a quiet giggle. "Doesn’t this remind you of someone?"

Tifa’s lips quirked up into a smile as she realized how similar the flower looked in comparison to a certain SOLDIER. "Oh, absolutely."

Aerith happily put the flower into her basket and went skipping off to another patch. "Y'think we'll find flowers that represent each of us?"

"Hmm..." Tifa looked around the colorful field thoughtfully before shaking her head. "I'm not sure… I haven't seen any red or black flowers around here."

"Nonsense!" The florist immediately shut down that admission. "If you were in my line of work, you'd realize there could be all kinds of flowers hidden in a single field! Even ones with really exotic colors." Her friend was a bit taken aback by her declaration, but she felt more enamored with Aerith's dedication to her beautiful hobby.

Tifa had always been drawn to the sweet florist. Aerith had a certain pull to her, and Tifa felt like her smile lit up a flame within her heart with each curl of her lips. Even before knowing Aerith well enough, Tifa couldn't tell whether or not she was jealous of either Cloud's new companion or Cloud himself.

Recently, however, she realized it had most likely been the latter.

And Tifa wouldn't have it any other way.

She watched Aerith frolic in the fields, dress flowing in tandem with the flowers that seemed to complement her movements, almost as if she were one with them.

SUMMARY:

Another altercation between Anthy and Nanami leads Utena to spend extra special quality time with Anthy as a means of cheering her up.

Preview:

“Your hair is so beautiful when it’s down, Anthy…” Utena couldn’t hold back threading her fingers through Anthy’s gorgeous, purple curls. Anthy always took it down to sleep, but Utena had never taken a moment to actually admire how pretty she was with it down, as well. “Why do you never wear it out?”

“I’m not sure, Miss Utena. My brother helps me put it up.”

“Oh… Is it Akio’s idea?”

“Yes…”