(SHEDLETSKY POV!!)

You knew 1x didn't have the best sword fighting skills, but geez... this was ridiculous. And funny at the same time.

1x frowned, staring down at his double daemonshanks in embarrassment. This felt weird. He hated you, didn't he? Why did he feel so... warm when he was around you? It was a feeling he was unfamiliar with, but the fear of... well, anything but reciprocation haunted him every time he thought about it.

1x was training. With you. The creator of the swords, the master, and nothing short of a champion. He was supposed to hate you. It came as a surprise to you too, but... Hey, this was valuable bonding time, wasn't it? He felt weird. He felt... like he was in love...?

1x internally scolded himself for the thought, but he couldn't help it. He knew he was helpless to his emotions. He stared at you as you swung your sword expertly, explaining how to predict your enemies next move. Blah blah blah, shoulder movements, where the opponent's gaze focuses... His was focused on your face. God, he felt like a stupid teenager falling in love for the first time. It was humiliating.

1x's gaze was locked on you as you kept talking, unaware of his intense stare. He felt his heart beat faster with every second. So much that he feared it might pop straight out of his chest. He tilted his head, his expression softer than normal. More than it ever had been with you. More than he'd ever allow you to see, and more than he'd ever allow himself to acknowledge. He couldn't help it. 1x just absentmindedly hummed in acknowledgement of your actions, hoping it'd buy him at least a minute more to stare at your face.

"... mhm..."