november yumary otp prompt challenge!

handmade

The glint of Yumeko's thumb caught Mary's eye from the side of the library table. Her left hand held the other side of the thick textbook down, joints and bones outlined in divets under her smooth skin. Her bloody red nails extended to the page underneath it.

Mary always had a thing about pretty hands, especially Yumeko's. It was the way she moved them, how she articulated them like a black widow. Rapping onto a desk or with a set of cards fanned between them. Cupping her chin was she's bored and covering her mouth when she's laughing.

There's an elegance she holds in each of her knuckles, and Mary couldn't help but watch.

Oh my gosh, she's staring. How embarrassing, she thinks she must look like a creep.

"Hey Mary?" Yumeko's hushed voice snapped Mary into zone again, her eyes blinking as they found red eyes.

"Mmhmm?" Mary's voice cracked at the she rushed the hum and severely wanted to disintegrate.

"Can you hold down my book while I take notes?" Yumeko's hand lay on top of Mary's like it was saying "please" along with the request.

She ignored the ripples of electricity and nodded, "Yeah, of course."

The handmade braided bracelet on her wrist jangled as it held the pages down.

"I'm glad you still wear that," Yumeko smiled as her pen scribbled across the page of her notebook.

Mary admired the red and yellow weaved yarn: "I couldn't just leave it to collect dust." She downplayed how much she admired the gift. It was made in an empty art room after school when all the teachers finally left, and Mary remembers watching Yumeko's fingers work the yarn around the pegs of the loom.

"It seems you are just as interested in my hands now, as you were then," Yumeko teased.

Mary's flushed, and she frowned, "Shut up."