AN: Random inspiration is random, and I always wanted to try writing in second person POV, so this provided good practice. I hope you all enjoy it!

Belts

You love everything about Lightning; from her death glares reserved only for you, to the punches she throws your way, to the way her hair looks in the morning, to her very committed routine of cleaning up your shit, which you deliberately do so you can check her out without her noticing.

But if there's one thing you hate about her, it's her creepy obsession with belts. Well, you think it's creepy, but honestly who decorates themselves in belts? You've very well damn tried to rip the stupid things during one of your more heated sessions, but she would always stop you so that she could delicately remove them. At first you would hate that because you always felt she was being deliberate, teasing you to the point where you would've very well taken care of your own pleasures, but at that critical moment when you're about to damn well do it, she would get all the belts off, and you would launch yourself at her. Every. Single. Time.

You thought her uniform was weird when you first met her. You thought it was sexy and you definitely envisioned yourself taking it off of her, but you also thought it was weird. For example, who wears a cape? But the belts were stranger than that. You remember thinking to yourself that that can't be healthy.

You just thought that it was a one-time thing. How wrong you were.

You didn't notice it in the beginning - Lightning herself and the sex was far more entertaining than deeply analyzing her collection of clothing (you'd rather be spending your time thinking how to take it off). But you noticed not because the sex was getting dull or because you were getting bored of Lightning, but because your hunter instincts picked up on it the night of Serah and Snow's wedding. Lightning was very attractive in that white dress, no doubt about it, but that wasn't enough to hide the small belt across her midriff (and of course you remember the frustration it caused for you later that night).

You decide to talk to Serah about it. After all, besides you, who knows Lightning the best? You ran it over in your head, and it sounds stupid, but you are just so curious to know what the deal is.

"To be honest I never really noticed," Serah says earnestly.

So you conduct one of your thorough searches through the bedroom that you now share with her. You remember some photos that had been placed around the room before you permanently moved in, but now you don't know where they could be. You search meticulously through every drawer (but you might linger at Lightning's panty drawer just because) until something catches your eye in her sock drawer. You see that it's a small portrait, so you pick it up. Light is there, or Claire as she once called herself, small, pudgy, but adorable nonetheless, and she is standing in between two adults you could only assume were her parents. Your heart breaks a little, not because of the photo itself, but because Lightning is there, in a cute little, flowered sundress, face happy, warm, and innocent. Nothing like how she looked now.

Carefully you reset the photo back where it needs to be, and an idea dawns on you. It takes a few hours, and you're not good at it, but you have a present for her.

And when you enter the bedroom, and Light is already there, starting to put away her work uniform for the day, you give her a loving smile, and show her the sundress you picked out for her, an almost faithful replica to the one she wore as a child. You see the mixture of emotions on her face, and you know she's trying to hold herself back, so you cross over to her, and engulf her in a back-breaking hug.

You might not be able to fully understand it.

She might not even want you to know.

But you want her to know that you're there for her.

To peel back those tight belts one at a time.