A/N: Not the epic I originally had planned, but I will post that eventually, because I really like the plotbunny I used for it. Instead, you get this not-really-a-drabble (drabbles, fanfictionically (did I just make up a word?) speaking are 100 words or less) that I find I'm happy with, in any case.

I kind of fail at romance, don't I? D:

Mahaado liked to watch the sun rise.

Every morning, he would leave his apartment just before dawn, and head to the park so that he could get the best bench and look on in awe as the sun chased away the bleak gray of daybreak with brilliant reds and golds. Today was no different; he put on his winter coat, walked on his usual path, and arrived right on time. But there was something different, something that surprised Mahaado. Someone else was already there.

It wasn't someone he'd seen before, that much was certain; Mahaado was positive he would have remembered seeing someone like the man he was looking at now. Wild hair of three different colors stuck out in every direction, by far the most unusual hair he'd ever seen, but that was really all he could make out from the man's silhouette. He dithered behind the bench for a moment; the stranger had gotten here first, after all, and he by no means wanted to intrude..

"I know you're there." The sudden voice startled Mahaado out of his thoughts, but he did his best to remain outwardly calm. "You can come sit over here, if you want. Standing can't be comfortable."

Mahaado had to admit to himself that that threw him a little off-balance. He didn't understand why someone who didn't know him at all would blindly trust him to sit right by him. It was confusing, but he maintained his stoicism and accepted the invitation, tensely sitting on the furthest edge of the bench.

"You don't need to be so stiff," the man said quietly. Mahaado had a better view of his face now, and could easily make out his features. He was staring at the horizon, almost sullenly. Mahaado had to wonder why. "We're both strangers, here."

Slowly, Mahaado relaxed. "So it would seem," he said.

A not-uncomfortable silence fell, and they both focused their attention to the sunrise once more. It slowly made its way higher into the sky, illuminating everything with a soft, pale light.

Mahaado had always thought it was a little ethereal, the way something everyone took for granted could make everything a touch more beautiful. The light refracted off the snow in gorgeous rays, casting the normally cold backdrop of winter with a little bit of warmth. It was over far too soon.

"I should get going," the man said quietly, pulling his jacket tighter around himself and rising off the bench they had been sharing. Mahaado was surprised to find that he almost didn't want this odd man to leave. "There's probably going to be a lot of work for me to do when I get there."

Although he wasn't sure what the man was talking about, Mahaado nodded, and turned his attention back to the sun. It wasn't as excellently beautiful now that it had fully risen, but it still had a certain allure to it. "I, myself, should be leaving soon as well," he said.

The stranger nodded, and another little silence cast down upon them as he stood and Mahaado sat. After a few moments, he mumbled quietly. "The sunrise isn't as meaningful when you watch it alone."

Mahaado opened his mouth to question the statement, but the man whose name he'd never asked was already walking away, at far too fast a pace for Mahaado to bother with catching up. He had a feeling he knew what the stranger had meant, though.

Standing up, Mahaado set off on his way, leaving the bench alone in the snow.

And as Mahaado suspected, the next morning when he went to that bench, the stranger was waiting.