I was asked to tell you about Micra's and Gabriel's acquaintance.
Thanks @___car.ter___ for the interest. I have actually never written about this topic.
But before I start the little story, I would like to mention quickly that in Micra's story-line I'm his mother who adopted him when my grandparents found him...when he was little and all alone.
When I started studying, I lived alone in my little apartment. My mother was first against it and wanted me to stay with her forever. (She loves me so much that she sometimes exaggerates...) In any case, she came to visit me very often and one day she brought a friend with her, together with a young man. I felt very uncomfortable at first...my mother actually knew very well that I was afraid of strangers and was not sociable anyway. But this young man...he was different. He was friendly...but he didn't smiled once.
"G-Gabriel... -san? Would you like another cup of t-tea?"
In response I just got a "Please don't worry much, Micra." Gabriel was like me. Quiet and withdrawn in himself. I wasn't afraid, on the contrary...I was quite interested?
But I said to myself that such a handsome young man as Gabriel surely had no interest in a man like me.... I was sure that he had a sweet girlfriend and that the two were very happy together.
Probably this was the first and last time I would see Gabriel. If my mama would go home together with her friend, I wouldn't see him ever again...
But I wanted to see him again.
I've never felt anything like this before.
This desire to get to know a stranger that much...
But I was wrong.
The next day Gabriel stood at my doorstep.
"Kia said I should bring you the cake over...as thanks for the tea yesterday..." said the taller, young man without even smiling.
After that every other day Gabriel came over with different foods or sweets that were from his guardian Kiaishi.
But at some point I wanted to stop that.
I could see clearly that Gabriel would rather be somewhere else than bring me some random food. "G-Gabriel-san? Please tell Kia I don't need anything. I don't want to waste your time...thanks for everything... "
(continued in the comments...)