Her - shinomitsu fic

Her hands

She was confident. The way she held her head high, no matter what.

I've never looked at her hands before, but I could clearly imagine them. The rough calluses on her palms were too out of place for the delicately sculpted fingers. Years of harsh training causing the soft skin of a child to harden into that of a warrior's way too fast.

My own fingers had hardened calluses. I laced my hands together, imagining what it would be like to hold someone elses hand. Particularly, what it would be like to hold her hand.

Her hands were too small to be the fists that protected her loved ones.