Zodiac Signs: a TyHil one-shot

Zodiac Signs

It's early summer evening and the breezes are blowing up hastily in rush. Hilary walks in chirpily into the dojo, holding a basket of cookies and biscuits.

"Hey hello there, Hils!" Max greets her, casually pics up a cookie from the basket and devours it,

"So where's everyone?" She looks around and longs to spot the blue-haired blader.

"Tyson's not home, but rest all are in the living room." Max grins and ushers her inside.

She spots Daichi snoring on the coach, his shirt rolled up with round belly protruding out after heavy meals. Grandpa is watching a serious news show, Kai is not around as usual, while Ray is seated on the futon, with a serious look.

"Ray," she blinks at him. He's wearing thick spectacles and reading a book.

"Oh Hilary?" Ray smiles at him, "Cookies again? For Tyson, right? I know, but he isn't home."

She sighs. It's been a month since they were officially dating. It was just the third day after final championships round and Hilary hugged him in the ground after he defeated Kai, reigning his title 4th time in the row. He simply lifted her up jauntily, spun her in air round and round, whispering 'I love you silly,' in her ears. Before she could even process his words or properly blush, he left her and went to greet his other friends, fans and especially Kai who were waiting to meet him. The next day, she straightly went to his room and confronted him about yesterday's confession, both of them ending up teasing, laughing and yet confessing up with a shy first kiss, and unfortunately got caught up by Daichi and Max who spread the word to the entire team and Grandpa.

Since then, the dojo was quiet calmer and peaceful. They bickered little less often.

"Argh, where is he? He isn't picking my call either," she rolled her eyes,

"He said he'd be back in an hour," Max said, staring at the pages of the book Ray was reading.

"What is that book about?" She scooted near the boys and peaked,

"It's about zodiac signs. We were just looking for ours," Max grinned,

Hilary blinked, "Oh, now that I really remember..." she thought for a moment, "Can we check out for 21st March?"

"It's Tyson's birthday, isn't it?" Max nudged her. Ray smirked but nonetheless took out the page,

"Read for us, cheerleader, " Ray handed her the book. She softly blushed but serenely smiled and cheerily took the book.

She knew Tyson was an Aries, but not more than that. He once told her on their first date on coffee shop in the midst of their conversation.

"As an Aries born on March 21st, you are bold and fearless but also emotional and caring. You fight for what you want but knows when to back up, especially if someone close asks you to." She reads and lights up brightly with a glow of happiness.

"Hey that's so true!" Max claps his hands,

"I knew it already," she says proudly, "No doubt he's the world champ," she grins and they sweatdrop. They've noticed that she often admires him on his back, especially after they confessed.

"What's more?" Max pushes,

"Opposite sign: Libra, modality: Cardinal. This quality of those born on March 21 suggests revelation and acceptance and also offers a sense of their positive nature, uhum, yeah right. Hey it says all the correct things." She grins even more,

"Tyson is positive most of the times, yeah," Ray muses,

"Lucky day:Tuesday, lucky numbers 1, 5, 10, lucky color red... whatever," she rolls her eyes and turn the page. 'No doubt why he wears his red jacket often, daww.'