Basil X Sunny One Shots

Like Caring for a Garden

He got his answer when a hand reached for his, lips pressing against his own. He was... surprised, to say the least, but he eventually kissed back, not expecting his feelings to be returned...

Only they weren't. The only thing he had felt through that kiss was obligation. Obligation to pull the weeds out of the garden of someone who failed to care for it, to take care of something that was already dying.

But maybe he'd fall in love with the garden he finds when the weeds are finally gone. Maybe.

Basil recalls all the little moments he's spent with Sunny ever since they've gotten together.

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Basil hummed as he tended to his garden, watering each plant with equal care and love like he always had. His tone was cheerful, as usual.

Sunny was visiting this weekend, and Basil couldn't deny the excitement he felt. He always looked forward to Sunny's visits, especially now that they were seeing each other. He smiled at the thought, despite the complications that came along with it. Those complications didn't matter, though. The two of them would make it through it and find a way to make it work for both of them.

Sunny's words were always kind and loving to him, no matter how few of them there were. His touch would always make the blond's heart flutter, even if it were just a touch of their hands or the warmth of his embrace. He loved when Sunny was honest with him and spoke his thoughts, no matter how short, whenever Basil spoke to him about anything that came across his mind...

But Sunny wasn't always honest with him, and Basil didn't always tell him the things that went through his mind, no matter what everyone else said about their relationship.

Basil frowned, and moved onto pulling out the weeds among his flowers. They'd make it work.

Basil reached for his hand and held onto it, Sunny squeezing back, though his grip wasn't as firm as it used to be when they were kids. Maybe that's just the way things were now, or maybe Basil was remembering incorrectly. After all, it's been years.

Basil looked over at Sunny as they walked along the crosswalk from Faraway Plaza back to Basil's home, waiting for Sunny to return his gaze, at least even glance. He didn't though. That was fine, Basil settled on.

Sunny didn't look happy, but it wasn't like he looked upset or anything either. He didn't usually express himself anyway, but he was happy, right? No matter how he had looked.

Even so, it worried Basil. Worried him like how new gardeners worried for their plants, often wondering if they're doing the right things for them. Were they watering them enough? Keeping them in the correct spot that would help them flourish? Was it the correct time or season to be planting these?

He always told Sunny how he was feeling, and he wanted Sunny to do the same. Everything would work out better that way, wouldn't it? They're relationship would be better if they opened up to each other and avoided hiding things from one another.

He could tell when flowers needed something, like when they started wilting or growing towards a certain area. It took a while to recognize these kinds of things and identify what each behavior meant, but eventually, after some time, he grew used to them and knew how and when to act. He had to rely on his own knowledge instead of waiting for the plant to give him signs. He paid attention to the amount he watered his plants and made sure that he wasn't giving too much while also making sure he didn't give too little.

He was no longer familiar with some of Sunny's behaviors, though. He knew that. They'd both changed over time, and it didn't matter how much they knew each other before, but even so, Basil was still Basil, and Sunny was still Sunny.