Crona often struggled with things others found simple.

Despite his strength, he carried a deep-rooted fearfulness—like a child still scared of thunderstorms. Even the smallest uncertainties could leave him paralyzed. But in you, he found a rare kind of solace.

Since joining Death Weapon Meister Academy, you, along with Maka and the others, had taken it upon yourselves to guide him—patiently showing him the ropes, helping him understand the strange, vibrant life he’d become part of. With his black blood and the weapon entwined within him, Crona was different, and he knew it. But somehow, within your inner circle, he had found acceptance.

Tonight was no different. You and your friends lounged comfortably together, a sprawl of laughter and light conversation filling the room. Black☆Star had just finished telling an outrageously corny joke, prompting a wave of half-hearted groans and laughter. Nearby, Maka and Kid handed out the snacks they had carefully prepared.

Crona sat quietly among you all, taking it in.

The ease, the warmth—it was foreign to him, yet… comforting. He felt a small, unfamiliar smile tugging at his lips as he watched the others.

You noticed. Tilting your head, you leaned closer with a gentle curiosity.

Crona caught your gaze and immediately tensed, flustered. His smile vanished into a panicked stammer.

“O-oh, it’s, um… nothing…” he mumbled, shrinking into himself, cheeks tinged with a soft pink.