A/N

Thank you so much to everyone who participated in Jaya Week. Hopefully the same people (and new ones as well) can stick around for next year.

Thank you once more <3

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She didn't know why she was crying. One of those days, she guessed.

She had been through a lot more. She had lost loved ones, sorta-but-not-really-died twice, and even hurt herself and others various times.

And yet, one bad day was stopping her. It was funny, how sometimes her thoughts would cloud together, turning into a violent thunderstorm.

For as much as the colour blue brought her peace, it was always one that also represented sadness and gloom. It was one of her least favourite colours for that reason.

But one day, something changed.

She met him, and suddenly, blue didn't seem so sad. He was practically buzzing with joy wherever he went, and yet, he was dressed in blue.

He even asked her whether she liked it when they first met, and her, unable not to get lost in his deep, blue orbs said yes. And not just yes, but that it was her favourite colour, something far from true at the time.

His jacket was also blue. She was wearing it at that moment, in fact. It wasn't blue like her sadness, though. It was his blue, the one that brought her hope and joy.

In theory, blue was a cold colour, and yet, his blue brought her warmth. Even in the coldest days, he would always be there to help her relax under a blue, fuzzy blanket.

He wasn't there that time. They had gone on separate missions, much to their dismay. He had yet to return, but she had.

She took a bath, changed into warm clothes, but nothing could make her feel any better. She made herself some chamomile, but even then, nothing worked.

So, she waited. She sat in their room and waited for his return. And then she was left with her thoughts. And as a result, tears started streaming down her face.

He was supposed to be the emotional one, not her. But, just like all her other assumptions, the tables were turned after a while. Even if he couldn't conceal his panic, his sadness managed to be tamed. Expressing it to her after a long day was a relief.

She would do the same. But when alone, she kept it to herself. She wasn't supposed to break, but alas, she did.

Maybe she was overthinking things.

She held his jacket closer and smiled. Even after all those years, she still felt tingly inside.

Butterflies filled her stomach at the thought of him being close, cuddling her to sleep.

She laughed at herself. You'd think she would have got used to it by then, got out of her honeymoon phase.

In all fairness, they both had. Long gone were the days of their awkwardness, crushes, and pining. They were ready to move on with their relationship, take the next step.

Of course, they would need to have a proper discussion before that ever happened.

She imagined them living alone, away from all the action for once. Perhaps in the lighthouse, maybe in his father's estate. Nevertheless, they would be visited from their friends.

She always loved the thrill of fighting; she still did, of course, giving justice to those who deserved it. But, after everything, making sure her and her loved ones lived happy, peaceful lives mattered more.

She was broken out of her fantasy when the door opened.

She smiled at him, cup still in hand. However, she failed to hide the tear stains on her face.

His smile never left, however; only softened. He dropped his bag on the floor, then knelt down beside her, cupping her cheek in his hand.

She resisted letting out a giggle. He knew it was her weakness. Nevertheless, she didn't deny his gesture, leaning into his palm, looking into his gaze.

The blue in his eyes was one that couldn't be replaced. As long as she had him close, as long as she had even one of his eyes to get lost in, she'd feel safe.

Eventually, he pulled away, going to change into his own warm pyjamas.

As much as she wanted to ogle over him, make those 'heart eyes' her brother always said she made, she looked away. Even if they were more than comfortable with each other after all these years, even if he said he didn't mind, she still wanted to give him the privacy he deserved.

The mattress sunk beside her as he sat down, sliding under the covers. She put her cup aside and scooted closer.

His pyjamas were blue as well; they were the only thing she could see while her head was buried in his chest, after all.

She didn't get to say a word before his arms wrapped around her. One rested on her shoulder while the other made its way around her waist, underneath her shirt, and up her back. It wasn't suggestive; he knew she felt closer with skin-to-skin. And, quite frankly, he felt the same way.

She found the courage to look up at him. His hand moved from her shoulder to her jaw again, tilting it up to give a small kiss on her forehead. Then, he guided her head back down, and his hand began stroking her hair.

"Are you okay?" he asked in a soft voice.

She sighed, then smiled. He felt it, and smiled himself.

"Now I am," she said. She leaned in closer (if that were even possible at that point) and wrapped her arms around his torso, cradling him a little while in the hug.

His muscles didn't react; she knew he was tired as well. So, her hands trailed up his body until they reached his shoulders, where they proceeded to give him a much-needed massage.

Both he and his powers hummed in happiness. He finally relaxed against her, closing his eyes as he took in her touch.

But, in the end, he was the one who stopped it, instead gazing into her eyes.

His hands came to cup her warm cheeks once more as her own had already positioned themselves around his neck.

He planted a gentle kiss on her lips, and they both calmed down at last. It didn't last long, but it was enough to make them rest, for even their own lips were like cushions for each other.

They pulled away and fell back onto the bed, staying in each other's arms until they fell asleep, never once letting go.

"I love you. So much," he told her, almost in a whisper. It sounded a lot like 'I love blue', the way he said it.

Ironically, she loved both. His blue, that was.

"I love you too," she whispered back. "So much-er."

They laughed.

No matter the time, place, or universe, in the end, they were always planned to get their happy ending.

And finally, after all these years, they knew.