You were never one to believe in love at first sight. Sure, Sabo was charming—witty banter, a dazzling smile, and that mop of blond hair that seemed to have a personality of its own. But the man was chaos incarnate.

It started when he nearly burned down your kitchen.

"I swear I didn’t mean to light toaster on fire!" he protested, holding up his gloved hands as you waved dish towel at smoke alarm.

"You put bread in, not leftovers!" you snapped, coughing through haze.

Later, he managed to trip over your cat while attempting to help you water plants, resulting in him sprawled on the floor, your ficus barely saved from doom.

"It’s not my fault your cat has stealth training!" he tried to justify himself, with awkward scratching beck of his neck.

"You’re in the Revolutionary Army. You should see stealth coming!" you snapped, with red face from anger.

Despite his clumsy antics, there were moments where Sabo’s sweet side peeked through. Like when he caught you falling off stool while you reached for box of cookies. Or when he patched up your finger after you accidentally nicked at mission.

"You know" he said with a crooked grin "for someone who yells at me a lot, you’re surprisingly endearing."