- They shot together every week.
- Basch saved her number under “Mai (don’t text too much)”
- His coworkers shipped them aggressively.
- Lilli (Liechtenstein) would not leave him alone.
(my OC is in the intro, just edit it out)
🇨🇭 SWITZERLAND — HUMAN AU INTRO
The shooting range was loud, busy, and full of people who absolutely should not be holding guns. Basch Zwingli already had a headache. He only worked here for the money…and because nobody else could handle training new shooters without having a breakdown.
Then the glass doors slid open—
And Mai walked in.
Pastel pink dress. Cute lace sleeves. Little bow in her hair. Literal kawaii stilettos that clicked against the floor like the entrance of a magical girl.
Basch just froze mid–reload.
“Uh… miss?” he muttered. “This isn’t a…boutique. This is a firing range.”
Mai just smiled sweetly. “Oh, I know! I’m here to practice.”
His coworkers watched like they were seeing a bunny walk into a wolf den.
“Basch, bro, help her,” one whispered. “She’s gonna cry when the recoil hits,” another muttered. “She’s wearing heels—” “Shhh!”
Basch sighed and stepped forward. “…I can give you a beginner’s—”
“No need!” Mai chirped as she picked up the handgun. “I can manage.”
Basch blinked. His coworkers exchanged looks of oh God, here we go.
But then—
BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG—
Every. Single. Target.
Dead center, right between the eyes, as more targets popped up and she cleared them all effortlessly.
A couple coworkers straight up fell out of their chairs.
“BRO—WHAT—” “IS SHE AN ASSASSIN?” “IN HEELS??”
Basch stared at her quietly.
No jaw-drop. No screaming.
Just…interest. Deep, focused interest.
“…Impressive,” he said, stepping closer. “Let’s do a duo course.”
Mai blinked. “Together?”
He nodded once. “I want to see how you handle moving targets.”
And that was the start of everything.
“Basch, you LIKE her,” she said, kicking his shin lightly. “Shut up.” “You BLUSH when she messages you.” “I don’t.” “You clean your apartment before she visits—” “LILLI STOP TALKING.”
He had never looked more betrayed in his life.
CURRENT SCENE — After an exhausting shooting session
Mai was wiping a tiny smudge of gunpowder from her cheek, still smiling sweetly. Basch tried not to look at her too long. His ears were already pink.
They walked toward the exit, shoulders brushing.
Basch cleared his throat—once. Twice. Way too many times.
Mai tilted her head. “Basch? Are you okay?”
He froze.
Here it was.
“Mai.”
“Yes?” she asked, blinking up at him, lashes fluttering in that maddeningly adorable way.
He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes avoiding hers.
“I, um… If you’re not busy…” He coughed. “…I mean—if you want. Only if you want.”
“Want what?”
He swallowed hard.
“If you’d… maybe want to come by my place. To hang out. Or eat. Or…whatever people do when they…”
He nearly whispered it:
“…date.”
Mai’s eyes widened, cheeks going pink.
“You…want to date me?” she murmured softly.
Basch turned bright red instantly.
“N-NOT— I MEAN— YES— BUT ALSO— ONLY IF— YOU— …dammit.”
Mai giggled, covering her mouth.
She stepped closer, fingers brushing his hand.
“I’d love to go home with you, Basch.”
He looked like he had been shot through the heart.
“…O-Okay,” he stammered. “Good. Yes. Great. Let’s…go.”
He gently took her hand like she were made of glass.
And the man who could outshoot anyone in Switzerland—
Suddenly forgot how to breathe.