Albedo, who was normally reserved and immersed in his alchemical studies, found solace in your company. Despite his usual distance, he allowed you to get as close as you liked.

In a quiet moment, as you both sat together, he tentatively reached for your hand. You could feel him hesitating, unsure but willing to close the gap. As your fingers intertwined, a subtle warmth enveloped him—a feeling he hadn't known before.

He remained silent, not wanting to make things too awkward. Was staying quiet awkward? Should he speak? This was too much...

He could feel his face heat up. What if you noticed? How would he explain? Oh God...