Drabble dee, drabble do, drabble dear, i love you. (Fruits Basket, Shigure)
A wide eyed reporter sat in front of Shigure with a quaking writing pad between her lap and her writing hand. Another hand held a recorder which seems to be trembling and in danger of slipping out of the hand too.
Shigure took in the sight and widened his smile in amusement. He would be having an interview with this particular reporter but before the interview even started, she is already trembling to the point of almost convulsing. A fan of his works, he supposed or maybe she is nervous to be interviewing such a famous writer like him?
‘Poor thing…ah well, it would be fun’