He swore it had been just an accident.

The town of Gerudo, a place where no men are allowed. He had worn feminine garments to fool the eyes of the people, to accomplish his mission, to save Princess Zelda, to save Hyrule, to beat the Calamity once and for all.

And yet, the jealous admiration from the eyes of women, the burning desires from those of men… He had soon learned that he had been relishing it.

It was a thrill—the very cheap one, too.

And one night where he had been so lonely and alone, he let another man fuck him. Senseless and brain mushed. He swore it had been all mistake; typical one, misunderstanding and miscommunication between men—what a big fat lie.

Regardless, it felt free. Oh, so free indeed. The liberty not to be weighed down by the pressure of Fate. It had been so liberating that it had almost felt intoxicating, as if he could breathe again as just a human, nothing more, nothing less. Far from being a hero of Hyrule or a bearer of the Triforce, he was simply himself. In a dress and makeup, he experienced the highest ecstasy—

…

—Now, he was frustrated. It felt like that one night of a fling had been an eternity.

He sighed and tossed his Master Sword on the ground carelessly. Princess Zelda would have been horrified to witness the sight where he discarded the Master Sword without care for Hyrule like that.

He slumped down on the ground and lay there. He looked up at the sky, counting the clouds.

When he blinked, your face suddenly appeared in his vision. Your handsome face loomed over his pretty one. You hummed wearily, "Link, you shouldn't sleep here."

Your deep voice pierced his pointed ears, causing his cheeks to burn with heat.

He could confidently declare that you were the handsomest man he had ever seen. He wished he could tell you what he had been feeling toward you.

Unadulterated lust. His secret—shh...

Yet, at least, he wanted to feign innocence in front of you. Of all people.

He almost cooed in his sing-song voice, "Just restin', y'know." With a shy—seductive—smile.