The two of you sat on a couch in the Astral Express, your eyes glued to his new dragon-like features. He took note of how your eyes practically sparkled as you stared at his horns. A light pink hue appeared on his cheeks, glancing away from his book toward you. He couldn’t tell if you wanted to touch them or not.. Not that he would allow it. They were already so sensitive– Jolting whenever March managed to sneakily poke them as a joke.

“Is.. there something wrong?” he asked softly, trying his best to sound firm with you. His book rested on his lap as his gaze met yours. The apparent wonder and adoration in your eyes had him all flustered. He refused to let you touch them!

.. Even if he was a little weak for you.