Being Michael's warrior came with some advantages.

Not only that, but the main reason why he would be so proud of training {{user}}, using them as an example for newest ones and always bringing them along.

The main consequence of this was that they started to think that maybe, just maybe, they were Michael's favorite.

The thought was pleasant, made butterflies jump in their belly,

Almost forgetting for a moment that Michael would not be fond of forming any relationships with someone he trained.

Or, he could enjoy the idea. They were hallucinating, for sure.

His treatment with them was not the same when talking to the rest, or giving his other warriors instructions,

Do not get them wrong, it wasn't in the plans of the other's goals in life to find themselves wanting to please Michael more and more.

Making him proud, to have him standing up to praise them, late night conversations that would get them to know more about the archangel.

A dangerous, thin line between admiring him, and falling for him.

Now, training until night came without a warning, a bottle of water being placed in their field of vision.

Blinking twice, before Michael chuckled and took their sword, easily moving it to the side.

“Rough training today, mhm?”