Fandom: Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce Go!
Warnings: Nothing is really a spoiler in this fandom anymore, but if you haven't seen Fire of Hate this may not make a whole lot of sense.
Title: Just Because
Rating: K
Pairings: There is a pairing, but it's kinda intended to be a surprise, but it's probably not that hard to figure out if you know me. XD;;; lol spova
Notes: I was listening to The Tip of the Iceberg by Owl City and just burst with inspiration into writing this. What. I can't even remember the last time I wrote on an impulse. o_o ...Maybe I should more often. I might actually get stuff, you know, DONE, and this came out rather good IMO.
The wrapping around the box was riddled with errors; patches of the stark white on the other side of the gold foil paper were visible with the awkward folding. The bow was (albeit carefully) taped onto the wrapping, despite that removing a paper cover from the bottom of the bow would have revealed adhesive so it could stick on its own neatly. Several attempts to fix this could be seen in random pieces of tape and corresponding strips on the paper where removing the tape had eroded the gold coloring.
Nova hadn't noticed any of these signs of an rookie gift-wrapper, and it wasn't out of surprise and excitement. Yes, she was happy to see a gift lying next to the door in her room at random, but the randomness was exactly it; she was busy wracking her mind as she tried to figure out what occasion could merit this.
After a good ten minutes of pacing around her room and worrying that she'd forgotten something important, she finally gave up and prayed that there really was nothing to forget. It was that, or the cold weather Nova had finally come in from after a long battle was gnawing at her thought process.
Carefully, she picked up the box and calmly tore the paper away. The box itself was simple, brown cardboard, and she didn't waste time in removing the lid to reveal... she wasn't sure. It was made of a heavy, pink fabric, but the nature was still indistinguishable sitting in the box. She sat the box down and lifted the item out.
A scarf.
A generously long scarf unfolded smoothly as she lifted it partly out of the package; the end she wasn't looking down at as she held it remained folded in the box. Unable to feel texture as strongly with her metallic fingers, Nova touched the fabric to her chest. The sensation almost instantly calmed her , soft enough to remind her of the best plush toys she kept hidden in a trunk by her spare punching bags. She moved to lift the scarf the rest of the way out of the box and hold it close to her with a quick tug.
When she did, however, a piece of paper flew out of the folds and fluttered to the ground beside her. Nova quickly bundled the scarf into one arm and picked the card up with her free hand.
The handwriting on it was shaky, nervous, and the note was incredibly short.
Only one line.
Surprised? I said I'd keep you warm, didn't I?
Like it was trying to be both a pun and a love letter at the same time.
No name was attached. She didn't need one.
Nova smiled, feeling warmer already.