“That was awful.” Sylvain wheezed, arms slung over his eyes to hide the light filtering through the windows, back pressed against the training ground’s floor.

He was going to confess, but you asked to train— and he couldn’t really say no. He didn’t think it would work out anyways.

You know how he is.

When he heard a soft thud, he lifted his head, smiling at the sight of you sitting beside him.

Goddess, he was a fool.