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Eden Academy had been Loid Forger’s home in Berlint for two and a half years at this point, but the familiar brick-and-mortar boarding school was a miserable reprieve whenever it was raining.
Rain took him back to his childhood in Westalis. To watching the raindrops fall on his window as he tried not to listen to his parents shouting at each other. To feeling alone.
Memories like that were why he was so thankful that his father shipped him off to boarding school, even if it was just to get him out of the old man’s hair. He ended up being a part of an exchange program between Ostania and Westalis, which is how he ended up so far from home as just a teen. It wasn’t far enough, but it would do. When it didn’t rain, at least.
It wasn’t like Loid was completely alone in the Ostanian capital, though. He’d made friends with plenty of the other kids during his first year at Eden. There was Franky, who basically took one look at him on the first day of school and claimed him as a best friend and ‘bodyguard’ from would-be bullies. There was Fiona, a quiet and monotone girl who could bruise anyone’s ego with one of her sharp-tongued verbal thrashings. There were Professor Sherwood and Professor Henderson, his language arts and history teachers respectively, who always had his back when a lot of the other faculty gave him hell for his Westalian accent and mannerisms (but calling two of his teachers his ‘friends’ was embarrassing as hell, so… yeah, nah, he never actually said it. They probably knew anyway).
And there was Yor. If there was anyone that made this school feel like home to him, it was Yor.
When Loid first came to Eden Academy, Yor Briar was a total outcast. She didn’t come from old money like most of the other kids, she came from a family that lived on the poverty line. She only made it into Eden in the first place on a volleyball scholarship. Sure, she was a natural athlete, and her volleyball and track and girls’ wrestling coaches all thought she was the best thing that ever happened to this school, but her grades weren’t the best, and most of her classmates picked on her for being ‘commoner trash.’ Years of enduring that abuse made Yor all but emotionally absent from the real world.
Even Franky had pulled Loid aside and told him to steer clear of Yor because it would be ‘social suicide’ to talk to her.
Loid was Yor’s friend by the end of his first week at school. At least half of his motivation for that was purely to spite Franky for being an asshole, but the other half was that he didn’t have many friends either, so maybe they just needed someone in their corner to help them get through the school year. Yor seemed to like the sound of that, so it was good enough for him.
Regardless of why he did it, Loid made it his mission to get to the bottom of why everyone thought Yor Briar was so strange. It didn’t take long: Yor’s brain worked on an entirely different wavelength than anyone Loid had ever met. She couldn’t pick up on social cues, she had no understanding of sarcasm or figurative speech, she was sometimes super blunt without meaning to be, she referred to everyone as “Mister” and “Miss” and “Missus” when she really didn’t need to (it took the entire first semester of Loid’s first year at Eden for him to make her stop calling him “Mister Loid”), she couldn’t articulate what she wanted or how she felt, she couldn’t hold eye contact if her life depended on it, and she hated breaking her routine. And that didn’t scratch the surface, what with her fascination with knives and swords and weapons from the Middle Ages, or her absolute obsession with the practical effects in horror movies!
Yor was, in all honesty, really goddamn strange, but Loid found her brand of strange… refreshing, honestly. He always knew what Yor was thinking, and he always knew just how to make her feel better when she was down. That ended up being a personal mission in of itself; over the course of his time at Eden Academy, Loid became more and more dead set on making Yor’s happiness his top priority (and bringing her grades up, but that was a lot more work than this mission). It wasn't clear to him why her happiness mattered so much to him, but if he saw Yor sad for so much as one millisecond, all of his energy went towards brightening her day. Heaven and Hell combined wouldn’t stop Loid from seeing that red-eyed girl smile again.
The first time he realized that was when one of the upperclassmen shoulder-checked her as they were walking to their next class, knocking her to the ground. Instead of, y’know, apologizing, the asshole barked at her to watch where she was going and got his gaggle of meat heads to start laughing at her when she hadn’t done anything wrong. Yor started crying, and before Loid knew what he was doing, his fist had connected with the upperclassman’s jawline.
And that’s how Loid got into his first fight, and how Loid got his first Tonitrus Bolt. A lot of firsts for one day. He’d do it again, too, but at least he got Yor’s worst bullies off her back for the rest of the school year. Yor still got upset with him every time someone (nine times out of ten, Franky) brought that incident up, though, so Loid chose not to brag about it.
After that day, everyone knew that making Yor upset was a quick way to end up on Loid’s shit list. Franky joked once that Loid was a better bodyguard for Yor than he ever was for the guy that ‘hired’ him as one. Loid opted to ignore his four-eyed friend, but it seems like everyone was in on a joke Loid didn’t get. Fiona started calling him ‘Yor’s lapdog’ whenever she saw him trying to brighten Yor’s mood. Professor Sherwood asked him during one of her office hour meetings, “do you prefer studying Miss Briar over actually studying, Loid?” Even Professor Henderson pulled him aside once to ask him, “are you planning on keeping Miss Briar waiting forever? It’s so inelegant to keep a young lady waiting this long, Mister Forger.”
Loid could never get a read on what they were trying to tell him. He was half-convinced Ostanians just spoke in code at this point… well, Ostanians that weren’t Yor, anyhow. He knew Yor always spoke from the heart, so she never threw him for a loop like everyone else did… well, most of the time, at least.
There were times when he caught Yor staring at him, and if he ever mentioned it, she’d turn beat red and fumble an excuse about him not wearing his uniform right or something. And sometimes she’d get really worked up if other girls flirted with him. He wasn’t interested in returning their advances in the first place, so why did she get all huffy about it whenever it happened? He’d tried to ask her, but she would just give him the cold shoulder for a day or two until he apologized… for some reason??
He’d asked Professor Sherwood if she had any insight about it, but all she told him was, “you’re utterly hopeless, Forger.”
Well, that hadn’t been helpful. Loid just made a point of reminding Yor that he wasn’t interested in any of the girls that had flirted with him, and that seemed to be satisfying enough for her. Usually. Sort of.
Loid let out a huff. If he was going to spend all of this time thinking about Yor, he might as well go hang out with her instead of watching the rain in his dorm room. He threw on his buttoned shirt, uniform pants, and green cardigan before he made his way out into the corridors of Cecil Hall just in time to bump into Professor Henderson, of all people.
“I can’t imagine you intend to go out with weather like this, Mister Forger.”
“No, sir, I was just going to go look for Yor. Is she out—?”
“By the window in the main common area? Yes, she is. Miss Briar is a creature of habit,” Professor Henderson commented.
Loid let out a soft chuckle. “Yeah, she definitely is. Thanks, Professor. I’ll go track her down and see what she’s up to.”
“Indeed. I hope you won’t be keeping her waiting much longer, then,” the elderly man replied with a sly grin behind his elegant mustache.
Loid chose to brush off yet another weird comment from his white-haired teacher and made his way to Yor’s favorite spot in the common area. He found Yor huddled next to the window, her usual hair braids and ‘bunny ears’ discarded for simply wearing her hair down as she studied the rain clouds intently.
“Hey, Red Eyes,” Loid greeted with a soft smile. “Where’s that weapons history book you’ve been reading?”
“Oh! Hey, Loid! I—uh, I just left it in my room, I guess,” Yor admitted shyly. “I just came out here to get a better view.”
Loid raised an eyebrow at that and shrugged his shoulders. “It’s just rain, not much to see.”
“It’s been so long since it rained, though!” Yor responded. “I used to go out and play in the rain all the time with my little brother. Yuri and I always loved to run around and have fun right in the middle of it.”
As much as Yor loved having a super consistent routine, she loved throwing Loid a curveball once in a while. Rain reminded him of misery, but it was nostalgic for Yor?
“Let’s go out in it!”
“What?! Yor, I’m not getting soaked just so you can splash in some puddles or—!”
“Pleeeeeease, Loid? Only for a little while?” On cue, Yor started pouting. Loid’s eye twitched as he tried to convince himself of what he already knew for a fact. Yor was only jutting out her lower lip and putting on her strongest pair of puppy dog eyes because she was trying to get her way with him. Again. For like the billionth time. He knew it was just an act…
And like every other time she used it, it worked like a charm. “Fine, FINE, you win! Will you stop pouting already?”
Yor’s pout turned into a coy smile, and Loid knew that, once again, for the billionth time, he’d just been played like a fiddle. “Thank you, Loid! You always know just how to brighten my day.”
“Yeah, yeah, let’s just get this over with already. I don’t want to be out there all day, Red Eyes.”
Yor giggled in response before slipping off her uniform jacket, leaving her with only a white blouse for a top. “Whoa, hold up a second! I agreed to walk out there with you. I did not agree to let you get soaked without at least wearing your jacket!”
“Oh, c’mon! It’s been weeks since it last rained, and I want to really feel it!”
“Yor, you’re going to make yourself sick!!”
“When have I ever been sick?” That… was actually a good point. In the time Loid had been in Berlint, Yor had never gotten sick once. He tried to form a real counterargument, but it all got caught on the tip of his tongue. Yor smiled back at him. “Exactly. I’ve been doing this since I was five, Loid! I’ll be fine! You can wear your cardigan out there if you want to be a big baby about it.”
Oh, she did not go there! The only other way to light a fire under Loid’s ass half as quickly as making Yor sad was giving him a challenge. Loid’s pride was important to him, and he found himself throwing his green cardigan to the side as he made his way out the door, practically dragging Yor along with him as he pulled her by the hand into the rainy world outside.
Loid whipped around to meet Yor’s gaze and grumbled, “happy?”
“Yeah!” Yor piped up with a genuine smile across her face. All the huffing and puffing Loid was putting on fell to the wayside when he saw just how elated Yor was to be out in the middle of the rainstorm. All of her worries just melted away, and his did too when he saw her smile shining through the storm like a lighthouse guiding ships to port.
Loid pointedly decided not to investigate why he felt that way, and instead he followed Yor as she practically danced through the raindrops. There was no way someone could have this much fun in the rain, right? But Yor’s laughter was louder than the distant echoes of thunder, and her smile was brighter than the flashes of lightning.
The Westalian exchange student remembered that personal mission he’d set himself on. If Yor was having fun out in the rain, who was he to… y’know, rain on her parade? Yor was happy, so Loid was happy. And Yor looked so happy. It was doing things to him that he couldn’t put a name to, but he liked it.
Yor turned to him with a giddy expression, and Loid immediately knew it was more trouble. “What’s up, Red Eyes?”
The black-haired girl blushed before she took a deep breath and voiced her request. “Can you… lift me?”
Loid raised an eyebrow. “Sure, but… why?”
“Just to get a better feel of the breeze in the air. I’ve never done it before, but I kinda want to try it!” Yor exclaimed.
Yep, Yor was definitely a weirdo. But she was Loid’s weirdo, so he obliged her. “Alright, c’mere and I’ll give you a lift.”
Yor gave him a smile so sweet that it nearly gave Loid heart palpitations, then she placed her hands on his shoulders before lifting herself straight into the air without warning. Loid barely had time to get his head in the game and grab hold of her underside to hold her steady.
All at once, Loid became alarmingly aware of the fact that:
- He was at eye level with Yor’s chest.
- Yor’s white blouse was soaking wet.
- He had a full-frontal view of Yor’s cleavage.
- Yor was wearing a very intriguing bra.
- Yor’s chest was a lot fuller than he remembered.
- He was (without meaning to) holding Yor by her rear end.
- Yor’s workout routine had done marvelous things to her ass and her thighs.
- The fabric in Yor’s skirt was so thin that it might as well have not been there.
- Loid was copping a feel and face-to-face with his best friend’s tits.
Loid felt like a criminal getting this up close and personal with Yor and getting so excited about it. Yor was his best friend, and all she’d asked for was to feel the wind more, not to get felt up by some blond-haired asshole. Loid was being such a creep, and he seriously considered setting her down right then and there—!
Until he looked up and saw her. The first time he saw her as she truly was.
All the thoughts about Yor’s body were forgotten when he saw her glowing above him. Yor looked like she was in perfect bliss. Her skin was soaked in rain, her hair was drifting in the wind, and her eyes had drifted shut as she felt the forces of nature reverberating through her. The flashes of lightning in the distance cast her face in light that danced just like she had a moment before, and Yor’s smile made it look like she felt at home there, held in Loid’s arms as the storm raged on.
Yor lifted one hand up to feel more of the rain, while she let her other arm drape itself over Loid’s shoulder. He didn’t know what to say, but it felt… right. Far too right to make sense. All his brain could come up with was, “how does it feel?”
“Incredible! I always dreamed of trying this!” Yor cried out above him. “I just didn’t trust anyone to do it with except you!”
And that, that confession that he was the only one she trusted with this raw moment, that was what finally got Loid to realize the answer for every single ‘why’ in his life. Why he cares so much about Yor being happy. Why he would make such an idiot out of himself just to see her smile again. Why he would get into fights if someone hurt her. Why everyone he was close to teased him about her. What they meant about him ‘keeping her waiting’ until now. Why Yor dancing in the rain put him on Cloud 9. Why he got so interested when he was up close and personal with Yor just now. Why seeing Yor looking so perfect up in the sky entranced him like this.
He loved her. He was head over heels in love with Yor Briar. And, apparently, he was the last one to get the memo.
Yor didn’t seem to notice that Loid was looking at her like a piece of fine art until one of his hands ghosted along her lower back. She looked down and saw Loid staring up at her. He didn’t realize exactly how hard he was staring until Yor turned deep crimson up above him. “L-L-Loid?”
“Hm? Sorry, I just… think I’ve made up my mind.”
“W-What?”
Loid swallowed down his worries and took a risk. “Do you mind if we try something, Yor?”
Yor was still as red as her beautiful eyes, but she managed to nod an affirmative (more of a head wag with how hard she was nodding). Loid lowered her back down to the ground, but kept his arms wrapped around her. He got the chance to take in her every feature. How the flashes of lightning looked on her face up close, how deep and perfect those red eyes were, how full her lips were, how—
“L-Loid, you’re r-really close,” Yor stuttered out. It almost sounded like a whine, and Loid realized he needed to ask her first before he went through with it.
“Do you trust me?” It was a loaded question, but Loid didn’t have to ask to know the answer.
“More than anyone else.” Okay, maybe not the exact answer. Yor might be a blushing, stuttering mess, but she always found a way to put him on the back foot. The conviction in her answer was real, and it shook Loid to his core.
He steeled his resolve and leaned in closer. Closer. Even closer than that. “Can you close your eyes for me?”
Yor’s eyes went as wide as saucers, and she somehow turned redder still. “L-Loid, are you asking to ki-ki—?!”
“Yes,” Loid admitted with exasperation, but his conviction stayed strong. “J-Just shut those pretty red eyes of yours for a second, okay?”
“Pretty?!” Yor all but outright screamed right in his face. “Y-You—I—You think—?!?”
“Yes, Red Eyes! Look, if you don’t feel the same, I won’t push—!”
“NO!! I MEAN YES!!! I MEAN—!!!” Yor did scream that. “P-Please kiss me!! I just—I want you to be my first kiss, I just didn’t expect you to ask me just now,” she admitted awkwardly. She did a mini version of what Loid had dubbed her signature Yor Wiggle™ in his arms before meeting his gaze again and sharing his look of resolve. “Okay! I’m ready now!!”
Loid let out a chuckle as he pulled Yor closer, inch by inch. “Good. Just relax, and I'll take it slow, Red Eyes.”
Yor nodded with an adorably determined look before letting her eyes flutter shut and leaning just a little closer. Loid noticed how, after all that, her face managed to reach a deeper shade of red (bordering on carmine). Despite how embarrassed she was, Yor managed to pucker her lips with anticipation. She’d been waiting a long time for this.
Loid wasn’t going to make her wait another second. He closed the distance and took Yor’s lips with more force than a first kiss called for, but if Yor was startled by how enthusiastic Loid was to kiss her, she didn’t show it. Her soft lips danced along with his like the flashes of lightning, and despite how cold the rain and the wind were, Loid felt his entire body heating up as he and Yor pulled each other into a deeper and deeper kiss.
Their first kiss. Both of their first kisses. In the middle of a thunderstorm. Only Yor Briar would convince Loid’s dumb ass to follow her into the middle of the pouring rain, and only Loid Forger would realize he was in love with Yor’s brand of weird in the middle of said pouring rain. It certainly made for a wet first kiss, but if either of them minded, they didn’t show it.
Their lips finally parted, leaving the boy from Westalis and the girl from Ostania panting.
“How… uh… how was that?” Loid asked awkwardly.
Yor lifted her gaze, and red eyes bore into him with want. “Do it again!”
“That good, huh? Well—!” Loid’s attempt at flirting was cut short by Yor all but pouncing on him and locking lips with him again. Loid nearly tipped over, but he remained steady as he held Yor in his arms, kissing again and again and ag—
“FORGER!! BRIAR!! GET INSIDE NOW !!!”
Professor Sherwood roaring louder than a T. Rex was what ended their romantic bliss. The look of scalding fury she was giving them from Cecil Hall’s main entrance was what got them inside as fast as humanely possible.
Loid and Yor sprinted inside, and once they made it into the dormitory’s threshold, they were hit by the cool air of the air conditioning. Luckily, Yor had a towel thrown over her shoulders to help her warm up. Loid got his thrown right in his face, which tipped him off that it was probably Fiona who had the towels on standby.
Sure enough, once he’d pulled the towel off his face, he saw the last people he wanted to have as an audience. Professor Sherwood had hellfire in her eyes, Professor Henderson was tapping his foot in disapproval, Fiona looked like she was one hundred percent done with the situation at hand, and Franky was convulsing with laughter on the floor. Other students hovered behind in a semicircle around them, pointing and gossiping and exchanging wads of cash. There must have been some kind of betting pool on all of this.
“To your rooms, the lot of you!!” Henderson dismissed the crowd of on-lookers, who trickled away slowly until Sherwood turned her murder eyes towards them and scared the rest of them away. All that remained now were two soaking wet idiots, two professors who were mad as hell, an annoyed friend, and a friend who saw this as the comedy of the century.
“I seem to recall you saying you weren’t planning on going out in this weather, Mister Forger. Did you have other plans?” Professor Henderson grilled him.
Yor squirmed in place, and Loid made up his mind in a matter of milliseconds to take the heat. “I did. Yor was admiring the weather and I suggested going out in it. It was my fault that—!”
“Yeah, that’s bullshit,” Fiona cut him off. “Yor wanted to go out, and she used ‘the look’ to get Loid to go out with her and leave their jackets.”
“Language!” Sherwood admonished the lavender-haired traitor, but she turned back to the pair in question with a deadpan expression. “I’m hardly surprised, though.”
“W-What’s that supposed to mean?!” Loid hollered back!
“I have a look?” Yor asked.
“Oh yeah,” Franky answered, only now getting up from his laughing fit on the floor. “You make a pouty face, and it gets Loid to do whatever you want. It’s like mind control!”
Yor thought about it for a second, and then nodded. “Yeah, I do that a lot, don’t I? Loid hates seeing me look sad.”
“W-Whatever,” Loid deflected the truth as best he could. “How did you know about that, anyway?”
“Well duh, Franky and I were right there,” Fiona replied coolly.
“No, you weren’t! There were like—I don’t know, three people in the common area when we left.”
Fiona rolled her eyes and tore him a new one. “There were thirteen other people in the common area, you just didn’t notice that Franky and I were there because you have Yor-centric tunnel vision, dipshit.”
“Language, Miss Frost!” Henderson scolded his foul-mouthed student.
“Enough of this!!” Sherwood hollered. “None of the details matter! What matters is that you two went out into the middle of a thunderstorm with no rain jackets, no umbrella, no proper uniform tops, and you got drenched!! Who knows if either of you get sick from frolicking out there—!”
“We weren’t frolicking!!” Loid countered.
“Interrupt your professor again, Forger, SEE WHAT HAPPENS!!!” Professor Sherwood put the fear of god in Loid, and he kept his mouth shut for the rest of her reprimanding. “And that’s not even getting into the public display of affection you two had in front of half the students in Cecil Hall!! Want to try pretending like that didn’t happen?!”
“Heh, I’m going to make so much money from that,” Franky chuckled to himself. His amusement died as Professor Sherwood rounded on her heel with pupils as small as breadcrumbs. “Th-That was just a joke!”
“It better be, or you’re getting suspended for illegal gambling, Mr. Franklin,” Sherwood hissed. She turned her attention back to Loid, only to find him invested in his co-conspirator. Yor was shaking like a leaf with worry, and Loid held her hand as he whispered small words of comfort in her ear. Sherwood pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a sigh. She was being too hard on them. “You’re not in trouble, but if you two pull off a stunt like this again, it will be a Tonitrus Bolt for both of you. Understand?”
Loid and Yor nodded, which seemed to be enough for Professor Sherwood. “Good. Now dry off and stay out of trouble for the rest of the weekend.” And with that, the bespectacled instructor brushed her red hair behind her ear and marched off.
“I would reprimand you both for how inelegant this behavior was, but I think Professor Sherwood has taken care of that,” Professor Henderson commented.
“We’re sorry! I promise not to take Loid out into any more rainstorms,” Yor vowed to the old teacher.
“I know, Miss Briar, don’t fret too much over this. To be candid, I’m just glad that Mister Forger decided to bring your waiting to an end,” Henderson chuckled. “Well, that will be all for me. Do try to behave yourselves from now on.” The supremely elegant educator waltzed off as well, leaving the four friends to their own devices.
After the quartet migrated to Yor and Fiona’s shared dorm room (Loid and Yor grabbed their cardigan and jacket before they left the common area), Fiona turned to the couple of the hour and said, “you two are the biggest fucking idiots in the world.”
“Oh, shove it up your ass, Fiona! And don’t think I’m forgetting how you tried to throw Yor under the bus,” Loid hissed as he and Yor sat together on her bed.
“I didn’t throw Yor under the bus, I kept you from spinning some bullshit and trying to play the knight in shining armor,” the ice queen retorted from her own bed. “It was more about taking away your satisfaction than playing the blame game.”
Loid growled at the stone-cold turncoat, but Yor giggled and wrapped herself around his arm. “It was so sweet that you tried taking the blame for it, Loid.” Yor planted a quick peck on his cheek to show her gratitude.
“Don’t mention it, Red Eyes,” Loid replied with heat simmering on his cheeks and ears.
Fiona visibly gagged, and Franky snickered in response. The four-eyed snitch plopped down next to the ice queen and joked, “hey, think on the bright side, Frost. Loid finally got his head out of his ass and figured out Yor had a crush on him. Now the rest of us can stop hearing about it.”
“You had a crush on me, Yor?” The question fell out of Loid’s mouth unceremoniously, and Yor turned dark carmine again. He turned back to his friends and further questioned, “and you two knew about it??”
Franky and Fiona stared back at him with deadpan expressions. “… Dude, quit acting clueless, we know you figured it out by now.”
“I didn’t figure anything out!! Well—I mean, I did, but only that I had a crush on Yor! And I guess I just… acted on it, y’know?”
Fiona’s eye twitched, and Franky’s mouth gaped as they took in what they heard. Yor squirmed with embarrassment beside Loid as all four friends lingered in silence, two of them judging Loid with their entire beings.
Yor was the one to break the silence. “You didn’t know you had a crush on me until just now?”
Loid rubbed the back of his head as he turned his attention back to his… girlfriend? Maybe? “Y-Yeah. Took me a long time to finally realize, but I guess everyone else knew that though, right?”
“Obviously!! You flirt with her as much as you breathe, dude!” Franky piped up.
“What?! I don’t—I never flirted with Yor before today!”
“‘Red Eyes?’ You’re telling me you weren’t flirting with her when you’re always calling her ‘Red Eyes’ and making sure she’s always smiling for you?” Fiona grilled him without mercy.
“Loid, even I noticed that,” Yor conceded. “You didn’t notice at all?”
“I just—I just cared about making sure you were okay,” Loid stammered out. “And what’s wrong with ‘Red Eyes?’ Friends can have nicknames for each other.”
“That isn’t a nickname, that’s a pet name, dude. Your nicknames for me and Fiona are ‘Scruffy’ and ‘Ice Queen.’”
“Will you shut up, Franky?!” Loid barked back at his friend! “It’s not like you were trying to help me notice!”
“We gave you so many hints, you dumbass!!” Fiona hollered! “Oh my god, you are the densest boy I have ever met in my life!! All three of us were dropping so many hints that Yor liked you!! Even the professors were in on it!”
“That’s what that was?? I thought Ostanians were just—I don’t know, just weird?!” Loid tried to defend himself, but he was quickly losing ground.
“We’re weird?! Dude, do not go there!” Franky bit at his heels. “You flirt with Yor for like two years and don’t even realize you’re doing it, and you think we are the weird people?!”
Loid opened his mouth to argue back, but he’d finally run out of ammunition. They made… a lot of good points. He let out a sigh and conceded defeat. “Sorry for not noticing. I guess I just… I don’t know, I hadn’t figured out how I felt until now, so I guess I never noticed everything going on right in front of me.”
“Well, you better make it up to her, Loid. She’s been waiting way too long for you to get a clue,” Fiona declared.
“F-Fiona! It wasn’t that bad—!”
“It was that bad, Yor!”
Loid took in everything he’d realized—about himself and about his entire inner circle in Berlint—and realized just how much it had become his home. Sure, Franky and Fiona could be catty, and Professor Sherwood and Henderson could be uptight, but they were home.
Yor, more than anyone else, was home.
Loid took the cardigan in his hands and wrapped it around Yor's shoulders. “L-Loid, what are you—?”
“It'll keep you warm. Besides, you look better in it than I do,” he said casually.
Sure enough, the dark red blush on Yor's face went wonderfully with his light green cardigan. And the high-pitched whine she made as she tried to hide her face in her hands made it that much cuter. He planted a small kiss on Yor's cheek and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. If it were a preview of what they would be like together, he had a lot to look forward to.