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lee & gaara have been spending quite some time together now , to the point where seeing lee would send the former jinchuriki’s heart aflutter . their time spent together would sometimes end in soft intimacy — a hug here , a handshake there , even a daring cheek - kiss once .

today , gaara is giving lee an extensive tour of his lush garden , a nice splash of green against the brown hues of the desert .

his hand accidentally brushes against lee’s & he blushes . as he comes to a stop in front of a row of succulents , he turns to look over at his dear friend . he bites his lip briefly , the air around them stiffening with his welling romantic emotions , then he leans over & gives a chaste , but sweet kiss to lee’s lips .

his own are surprisingly soft & delicate , having been constantly protected by his sand armor — along with the rest of his body .

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For all the international holidays that were being integrated to some extent into Suna, this was her favorite. Hands down. Gifts for everyone-- wrapped in an endless array of colorful paper and fun designs. Decorations of snow and snowflakes. Cookies in all shapes and sizes-- even a three dimensional cookie house! So there was really only one answer to that question.

“Of course!” Karura vigorously nodded her head, “I feel he would love anything that comes from you--- and not just for the thought of it.” She finished the little snowflake she was cutting up, finally getting the hang of which shapes look nice. 

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    Ino nearly drops the flower pot in her hands at the loud ninja’s entrance. “Geez, Lee, can you try to give more of a warning before you---” The Yamanaka’s sentence abruptly dies off as she takes in his attire, eyes blinking a couple times in an attempt to make some of the sparkles on this incredibly obnoxious bowtie disappear, but to no avail. 

Every sparkle was very much intact. 

    Ino’s attention was quickly taken off of the bowtie as she found her nose accosted by his cologne that somehow overpowered every flower within her shop and her eyes drifted off to his slicked hair. All of these were signs that he was getting ready for something out of his usual routine but--- Ino hadn’t the foggiest idea what it could be.

protective sensei noises

     the bird makes its comfort known rather quickly, not simply allowing clover to touch its feathers but hopping forward a step or two to get a bit closer. this is silly, he thinks. probably the stupidest idea he’s had in ages. but he finds himself stumbling over every other word when he and clover are doing anything that doesn’t involve cards or combat. he’s left with no other choice.

     qrow imagines the look that might appear on clover’s face if he were to start talking, if he told him what exactly he can do thanks to ozpin. ‘of course i remind you’a someone,’ he’d say, flashing a crooked grin. instead, he shakes his head and flaps his wings, electing to land atop clover’s shoulder and nestle a bit closer.

     part of him says he should be embarrassed, but another part of him is more than aware that he’s not quite himself like this, at least to some minor extent. if he were himself, this would be a soft touch, hands brushing against each other, shoulders together. he hums and does his best to turn it into another little chirp in his throat to right his mistake. crows can talk, but not the way he can, after all.