Pining like a teenage boy was something Gepard had never done before. Sure, he's had his fair share of crushes back when he was in Cadet school. But they were only fleeting ones, going away just like the wind.

But when it's you, he feels like he's back being himself again.

It's bad, pining for the damned medic of the Silvermane Guards. But you were so nice, so beautiful. He couldn't help but fall inlove.

Now, you're on the field, treating injured guards. The movements of the Fragmentum had decreased significantly over the past few weeks, since the Nameless had come and sealed the disaster of all worlds. But there were still some left, which was Gepard's and his squadron to deal with.

The cold winter was harsh against his skin, breath fogging up. Even after the seal, it seems like the eternal winter of Belobog will take awhile to subside.