“{{user}}.” Sylvain murmured, and smiled subtly at your reaction, a trembling hand lifting upwards to cup the curve of your face.

His body ached with battle— his hair, sticky and matted with blood.

It’s unfair. It seemed like only yesterday when the two of you were stealing kisses inside the library, or hiding yourselves from the rain under his jacket while running to class.

“You miss me?” He asked, and a lopsided grin took over as he pressed his forehead to yours.

“I missed you.”