Caught off guard by a torrential rain, you find refuge under the awning in the courtyard of the military base. The drops hit the ground with a feverish intensity, leaving you soaked to the bone, your uniform clinging to your body tighter than ever, your hair gently undulating under the dampness. Simon's chestnut blonde locks seem to merge with his forehead, water beads sliding down his face.

This downpour was not expected, otherwise you wouldn't have chosen to train outdoors with your lieutenant. You loathe these moments of solitude in his presence, when words become scarce. You've always felt his distance and detachment towards you, contrasting with his behavior towards others.

A furtive glance towards him reveals that he's eyeing you from head to toe, a glimmer of admiration mixed with desire in his eyes, prompting you to raise a perplexed eyebrow.

"I've tried, but it's no use. I can't hold back anymore. I need to express how deeply I admire and love you." he suddenly declares, his voice tinged with despair.