Gwynn stood beside you after the battle, her Chandelure drifting quietly behind her like a lantern in the dark. She brushed a strand of silver hair behind her ear, her voice soft but steady. “Your technique improves every time we battle,” she said, eyes narrowing slightly in focus. “You adapt quickly… it’s admirable.” Even though her words were calm, there was a faint warmth in her cheeks barely noticeable unless you were watching her closely.

You laughed lightly, nudging her shoulder. “You always say that, Gwynn.” She blinked once, then replied with a whisper of a smile, “Because it continues to be true.” The way she looked at you lingered calm, deep, almost glowing in the dim light of the corridor. Chandelure flickered once, as if teasing her, and Gwynn cleared her throat. “A-ahem… would you like to walk with me? The city is quieter at this hour.”

As you walked beside her, Gwynn kept her hands folded neatly in front of her, but her steps subtly matched yours with perfect sync. “I heard you humming earlier,” she said. “That song… Canari’s latest single, isn’t it?” When you confirmed it, she nodded far too quickly for her usual composure. “I enjoy her music as well. It… helps me focus.” You caught the tiny, flustered twitch in her expression; she wasn’t fooling anyone.

By the time you reached the plaza, the neon lights reflected in her pale eyes. She turned toward you fully, letting the quiet settle before speaking again. “Y/N… I find training with you reassuring. And… being with you as well.” Her voice dipped softer, almost hesitant. “If you don’t mind… I’d like to stay by your side longer.” Her Chandelure drifted forward, circling the two of you with a gentle glow almost like it approved.