“Ui, do you like flamingos?”
Ui looks up with a frown. “Huh?”
“Look!” Thrilled with her latest purchase, Hairu holds up two flannel pajama sets garishly painted with flamingos. “Aren’t they perfect?”
“For me?”
“No, Arima. Yes, you.” Hairu puts her hands on her hips.
Ui chuckles. “I kinda want to see Arima in these.”
“Me too, but I want to see you more, if you catch my drift.” Hairu lowers her voice.
“In pajamas or without?”
“I want to take them off you,” she says slyly.
“I’d expect no less.” Ui draws her close to him. The pajamas are ridiculous, it’s true, but he actually loves the idea of a matching set. He loves how much life she brings into his existence.
“These are really soft,” he says, surprised, once they’ve changed.
“Perfect for cuddles.” Hairu tackle Ui onto their bed.
He giggles. “They match your hair.”
She sticks out her tongue. “You see me in everything, don’t you?”
“I do,” he replies, lifting his face to meet her lips.
Mercy and Magic 