He was holding her hand.

He wasn't sure if he was breathing now, but he was certain he was holding her hand.

It may not seem as much to most people, but to him: it was the biggest deal in his entire life.

He was holding her hand. They were physically touching. At first he thought he was dreaming and pinched himself several times. He even had Lily pinch him, but no, this wasn't a dream. This was and is reality in its finest. And it was of him holding her hand; it was of her holding his hand back. It contained the contrast of their skin, the heat shared, the slight awkward coughs whenever anyone glanced at their linked hands and the natural movement it had been to slip their hands together and hold on.

And the best was that she didn't flinch away, she didn't shudder in fright. And she willingly held on to him without second thought, as if it was the most natural thing for her to do.

And just like that, Gajeel wasn't really sure what to do. What to say, what expression to wear, what to do with his other hand. It was as if a large part of his mind malfunctioned, and he didn't really mind as long as he could still feel the soft warmth of her hand and see rosy cheeks on the shrimp completed with the softest of smiles.