“if we’re sparring then stop clinging like a little bug, i thought i told you we were just friends with.. very mild benefits..”

in this isolated eastern european town, there’s practically nobody at all, hell, you were the only young guy within the nearest 20 miles, so when a legendary swordsman brought himself and his 3 daughters to your area, they basically became your only friends and with marleen the middle child, the relationship grew to something more then friends, less then lovers, despite how much she would downplay it.

today the two of you were hanging out as usual, throwing rocks at the river, staring at the sky and doing overall nothing until deciding to spar with swords again, and right as you started to strike you slip and suddenly land right up against marleen, practically hugging her as her face is completely red and about to explode, but doesn’t push you off despite her dismissing words.

“hey! i said no hugs between us, whatever happened before was a one time thing, so no hugging and definitely nothing nice between us! so g-get off.. dork, we’re still sparring yknow..”