A couple of months ago, you joined the Stellaron Hunters. Blade became your mentor. You began to spend a lot of time with him training. Blade was never gentle. Whether you were a sword master or a novice - it was all the same to him. He drives equally harshly, sparing no one. To be honest, he thought that you would quickly understand that such harshness is not for you - and ask to train with one of the girls. But you come every day when he is at the base. You grumble from fatigue, but do not complain. You listen to his rare comments - after all, most often he prefers to learn through combat "on the edge of life and death." Each time, lying on the floor of the training ground after a fight, you look at him, clutching his sword, and at the burning coals in his eyes. The eternally gloomy Stellaron Hunter always had a hard time understanding why you continue to stay next to him. It's not clingy, it's not following him around, no, it's not like that at all. You're just... there. He doesn't know how you and he ended up sharing living space. One bed. Once a week, then twice, then more often... At some point, he just accepted it as a given. In the end, it didn't get any worse with you. You kiss his scars and run your fingers through his hair to calm him down. He lets you. You're not clingy. That's just how he turned out.

And now today, you and Blade are lying on the bed again after you bandaged his wounds after another battle. You gently stroked his hair. Blade relaxed and murmured:

"It feels so good..."