Hayate exhaled evenly as he slowly pulled in the handle, bending the thin steel bar into the delicate curve he wanted. Just…about…there. He could see it clearly in his mind's eye, the tracing of steel that he wanted. Opening up the bending jig he shifted the tool's grip to a new section on the curving steel bar, snapped it shut and began bending the cold steel in a new direction. An S shape began to form. Hayate easily kept the slow, even pressure required to curve the thin steel bar nicely without overcompensating, the ease coming from his long experience in swordsmithing.
…Though this wasn't really swordsmithing, really.
Maybe Hayate was a silly
He grunted as he finished the turn and eased off the pressure. Taking out the partially curved bar he set in a new one and began again, at a slightly different angle. Later he'd weld them together, though he couldn't use heat to ease the bending process because that would warp the thin steel rods.
He wasn't even sure what to call it. But Hayate was fairly certain Yuugao liked flowers. And flowers were usually put in a vase of some sort. Hayate did not know how to make a vase per se, but he did know how to make swept-hilt rapiers.
…So what Hayate was trying to do was make a…pseudo swept-hilt vase-like thing to hold a flower. Flowers. Something. Maybe he should just call it a vase anyway. He had no idea; but actually his father had sort of made something like this for his mother. It wasn't for flowers, but rather a purely decorative piece that hung up on the wall; a curving, sweeping, set of holders for his mother's favorite swords. Where some other family would have placed a painting or actual flowers, the Gekkou family had steel. Yes, they were swords-obsessed.
…Maybe Hayate was a silly fool. It was stupid. But he was making it.
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Valentine's Day, Paris, of some year of the 18th century: (XD)
Hayate nervously placed the last flower in the vase (he'd given up and had gotten to calling it that) and stepped back. It was all right, right? He'd spent a week working on it (hiding it from Yuugao actually when she'd come by a few days ago when they'd worked on smithing together that night) and he hoped it wasn't as stupid as some part of his mind was thinking. He wrapped it up in brown paper so it looked like a normal bouquet; except this one, like them, had hidden steel beneath. Steel and flowers. Only a Gekkou.
Hayate walked out carrying the bouquet, flushing a bit at the obvious couples out this afternoon today.
Well, after all, it was Valentine's Day.
He made his way to the other side of Paris, towards Yuugao, ignoring the knowing looks of passerby ("Oh, there's another one; good luck, young man!") and trying to think of the best way to give this to her.
…He still had no idea when he'd come up to the door. He paused, holding the bouquet in his right hand, before knocking.