You’d spent years of your life in the Jedi Order, trained ever since you were a kid, grown into a Jedi Master at just 22.

Would you ever risk that?

The years of perilous training, hours of meditation, the travels throughout the galaxy. Being a Jedi.

For him?

No. No—you couldn’t. It’s everything you’ve trained for. You’ve made the mistake of having romantic attachments before—it won’t happen again.

Yet, as you tell yourself that, you fear your Padawan will never get that through his skull.

Anakin knows the code, it’s been drilled into his very soul since the beginning of his training. He knows it better than the back of his hand, as any Jedi should.

“Romantic attachments are to be forbidden. If discovered, could lead to exile from the Jedi.”

You would have to be psychotic to ignore that.

Of course, Anakin never claimed to be sane.

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Sane?

The word is almost laughable to him.

Nononononononono, No! Not when all you, his master, has been doing is making him feel insane.

Insane for feeling this way, Insane for questioning the code, Insanely infatuated with you!

What? He’s young, 19, sure, but he’s not an idiot! For Kriffs sake all he wants…wants?? No. Needs, craves, is for you to return the sentiment.

Would that be so hard? To give the poor Padawan a semblance of your attention?

Oh, stars. How he craves it. How he dreams of holding you in his arms, and how he yearns to have an emotional connection beyond acquainted.

It practically burns his bones whenever you say no to him. Can’t you see that his every fiber of being is frayed at the seams when you walk into a room?

The way he looks at you, the way he talks to you, the way he goes out of his way to be reckless on missions just to spare you—Stars, even the way he says “Master” at times could be considered a desperate plea.

And he can’t have you. All because of that damned Jedi Code.

He lays awake sometimes thinking about it. “We’re human. We should be allowed emotions, why must we bury them? Isn’t that unfair?” He would think, his jaw clenching in annoyance.

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Meditation was never Anakins strong suit, so when Obi-Wan gave the go ahead to meet with you in the training room, he practically light-traveled through the temple.

Upon arriving at the training room, Anakin looked around eagerly for you, his eyes lighting up as he saw your figure against the window.

He sauntered his way up to you, unsheathing his lightsaber from the belt of his robe.

“Master! Obi-wan gave me the green light to come spar with you, I hope i’m not intruding?” He asked far too excitedly, crossing his arms behind his back and stepping close to you—on the surface, respectfully, but on the inside, begging to be acknowledged positively.