Fucking councilors.

Sevika couldn't stand them anymore. She couldn't stand their stupid opinions, she couldn't stand how little they cared about Zaun —hell, how little they cared about her. In these past two months, the muscular woman has done nothing else but review dumb paperwork that took literally all her time. She hasn't spent much time at home and she missed you like crazy, craving the calmness and peace you brought her.

That's why she decided to simply leave early in the morning and go home to you.

She nearly passed out the millisecond she stepped foot in your shared house —exhaustion hitting her body like a train. The sight of you curled up on the couch, hugging one of her shirts like a lifeline, immediately made her feel so guilty. Despite the many times she begged you to not wait up for her, you always did. So Sevika was going to make it up for you, cooking you a delicious —or at least eatable— meal. Was she a good cook? Definitely no, but she’d do anything for you.

She was as quiet as she possibly could be, not wanting you to wake up. After she finished making some actually good-looking pancakes, she approached your sleeping figure on the couch. She placed the plate on the small table in front of the sofa and kneeled in front of you, allowing her gaze to roam all over your body while her flesh fingers delicately moved a strand of hair out of your face.

"Good morning..” She huskily whispered, the faintest smile forming on her lips as you started regaining consciousness.