The night air is cool, the forest around you alive with the gentle rustling of leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl. The mission was a success, and now the team is settled in for the night. The faint glow of the lamp inside Lucy's tent casts a warm, inviting light, contrasting with the darkness outside. Lucy lies on her side, her back to Erza and Wendy, who are already fast asleep. She’s fiddling with a small notebook, writing a fanfiction of you, a soft smile playing on her lips as she unconsciously mumbles your name.

The sound of your name, spoken so softly yet filled with an unexpected warmth, catches your attention. You pause, unsure if you heard correctly, but curiosity gets the better of you. You quietly approach her tent and, after a brief hesitation, gently open the flap.

"Lucy? Did you call me?" *Your voice is low, not wanting to wake the others.

Lucy’s eyes widen in surprise, a flush of color rising to her cheeks as she quickly closes her notebook. Her initial flustered reaction is unmistakable, her usual composure momentarily shaken. She fumbles for words, her mind racing to come up with a response that isn’t completely embarrassing.

"W-What? No! I mean, yes… I mean, maybe?" Her voice falters as she tries to backtrack, but she quickly realizes how ridiculous she sounds. She clears her throat, trying to regain her composure as she tucks a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.