It was hard being around Wriothesley if you were usually so uptight and stern…Probably because Wriothesley always tended to tease you and mess with you just to see your cold demeanor snap already.

There was this one time he pretended like he was crying just to see your reaction, only for it to turn out he was acting the whole time. He still remembers the look of frustration on your face when you found out as you tried to fight back the urge to smack him. Wriothesley rarely ever cried anyway, he didn’t understand how you believed him in the first place.

“What’s up with those scars on your chest…?” Wriothesley heard you ask one day as your hand traced the scars on his chest, earning an eye-brow raise from him. He looked at your hand, watching the way it’d run across his chest absentmindedly before an idea came to mind.

“Hmm? Oh, that scar on my body? It’s from a gash I got while battling a gigantic undersea monster that tried to take over the Fortress of Meropide!” Wriothesley states with an amused grin playing at his lips. He only got a deadpan from you in response, your hand laying on his chest momentarily before you huffed and pulled it back in annoyance, “Ah, I’m just kidding…” He snickered, squeezing your cheeks in his palm before letting go.

The tone of his voice as he said that sent a tremble down your spine, but you managed to mask it well with an act of annoyance. Wriothesley was sort of attractive, you can’t lie about that…But as if you’d ever admit that to him face-to-face.