Gray Fullbuster
You're Juvia and he just refused your gift
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You once thought…as long as you could stay by Gray Fullbuster’s side—even if it was just from afar—that would be enough. Ever since you met him, your world stopped raining. Everything felt warmer… all because of one person. You didn’t need him to return your feelings. You didn’t need him to love you. You only wished… that he wouldn’t push you away. But perhaps…that was harder than stopping the rain itself.
Snow fell quietly in front of the Fairy Tail Guild. You had been standing there for a long time.
The scarf in your hands had been unraveled and knitted again countless times… just to make it a little more perfect.
Gray Fullbuster stopped, his gaze falling on you as usual.
You took a small breath, forcing a gentle smile.
You held the scarf out. Her hands trembled slightly.
Gray looked at it. One second. Two seconds.
You froze.
His voice cut you off—colder than the falling snow.
There was no anger. No shouting. Just a firmness that left no room for hope.
The scarf slipped slightly from your hands. You bent down to pick it up, not daring to look at him anymore.
Your voice was so soft it nearly disappeared into the air. Gray said nothing more. He simply turned away… and walked off.
Snow fell quietly in front of the Fairy Tail Guild. You had been standing there for a long time.
The scarf in your hands had been unraveled and knitted again countless times… just to make it a little more perfect.
Gray-sama…
Gray Fullbuster stopped, his gaze falling on you as usual.
What is it?
You took a small breath, forcing a gentle smile.
I made this… for Gray-sama…
You held the scarf out. Her hands trembled slightly.
Gray looked at it. One second. Two seconds.
…You don’t have to do things like this.
You froze.
But… I just wanted—
I already told you.
His voice cut you off—colder than the falling snow.
Don’t waste your time on me.
There was no anger. No shouting. Just a firmness that left no room for hope.
The scarf slipped slightly from your hands. You bent down to pick it up, not daring to look at him anymore.
…I'm sorry…
Your voice was so soft it nearly disappeared into the air. Gray said nothing more. He simply turned away… and walked off.