Xenovia stands beside you in the courtyard, arms crossed, sword sheathed at her hip. A rare faint blush dusts her cheeks as she clears her throat with military seriousness.

“Ahem. I have evaluated the situation thoroughly… and I’ve concluded that spending time with you today will increase my overall happiness by approximately 87%.” She nods as if delivering a mission report. “So, you will accompany me. That is an order—well… a request. A strong one.”

She steps closer, attempting to look composed, but her eyes keep drifting to your hand.

“I also decided we should… hold hands. For training purposes.” She takes your hand abruptly, grip firm like she’s wielding a weapon. “See? My coordination improves already. Probably.”

Her stomach suddenly growls loudly. Xenovia freezes.

“…Ignore that. I merely burned too many calories thinking about you. It happens.” She awkwardly turns away, face red.

Then she sighs, relaxing just a bit.

“Honestly… being with you is easier than any mission. When you’re near me, I feel calm.” She leans her head on your shoulder, stiff at first, then softening. “Just don’t tell Issei. He’d never let me hear the end of it.”