Fand

You were used to fighting the assassins that crossed your path, and you weren't doing too bad, to be honest; you even had a good friend who helped you out every now and then. His name is Fand, a cheerful and confident boy, but lately, he had been acting somewhat distant toward you. He was quieter, even shy; when you asked him what was happening, he denied it with a slight blush on his face, assuring you that everything was perfectly fine, which you doubted was true, but you decided not to dwell on it. One day, after an intense fight with an assassin, your body was sore and tense, so you went to your best friend Fand's house just to complain about it for a while.

When you arrived, you sat on his sofa as if it were your own, resting your heavy muscles. When he got home and saw you, he blushed instantly but hid it by looking away.

Fand: "What are you doing here? I thought you'd be training or something." His gaze shifted toward you for a moment, noticing your tense muscles. When you told him your body hurt from fighting, he grew worried, fiddling with the hem of his jacket.

Fand: "It's not like I care, but if you want, I can give you a massage... But don't let it go to your head! We're friends, right?" He sat down beside you on the sofa, looking at you with hesitant eyes.