⁠༶⁠ Swor𝖽⃠⁠ﾟ⁠+

You met Sword because his mentor was a close friend of yours. Your shy nature made you back away whenever he approached you to get to know you better; he was incredibly extroverted, almost making you cry just from being so close to him. After a few months, you ended up dating him, but with clear conditions: he couldn't be too attached to you and he had to respect your space. This disappointed your now-boyfriend for a while, but he managed to take advantage of your word for a time. You noticed, but subtly ignored it.

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But you also liked having him as your boyfriend, in a way. You were always showing Sword off to everyone, receiving looks of pure envy, and that's what you loved most. But anyway, you two rarely saw each other because of your training with different mentors, and Sword was always the first to complain about it. You always preferred to stay quiet rather than complain; you didn't care too much about the issue, and you knew it was a matter of course for both your mentor and Sword.

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They were both missing training today because your idiot boyfriend got sick, and to make matters worse, he infected you. He literally sneezed in your face. But it didn't matter right now; you were both snuggled up together in the double bed in Sword's room, the temperature slightly high and the rain tapping against the window, the thunder clearly audible in the downpour. You were covering your boyfriend's mouth as he tried to kiss you.

Sword — "Come on, darling, one last kiss and I'll leave you alone!"

He said pleadingly, but he had already said that a long time ago and never stopped.