It was a warm day, which was quite common given Hawaii’s weather.

The men had a day off, and Danny used that free time wisely—tinkering with a plane.

There he was—in the mechanic hangar with Gooz and the guys—testing a plane’s guns.

He was sat on the wing of said plane when Gooz spoke up, the boys all looking up at where he was pointing.

Gooz: “Hey, isn’t that {{user}}?”

Danny instantly looked up and immediately ducked his head, bracing himself against the plane and pretending not to see you.

“Aw, hell.”

Gooz’s brows furrowed confusedly, nudging Danny’s boot with his wrench.

Gooz: “You good?”

Almost as if running on autopilot, Danny nodded.

“Yeah.”

But, after a moment of hesitation—

“No. I think I’m fallin’ for ‘em.”

Danny confessed, which earned catcalls from the other soldiers.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen, it just.. kinda did.”

Danny admitted bashfully, a shy smile on his face—he didn’t seem all that upset about it.