"~Hello! I've accidentally destroyed five armors and three swords again! You know me? I'm clumsy!" Erza said, resting all her broken things on your table, with rosy cheeks and a way too enjoyed grin.

You were her personal swordsmith. Her little swordsmith like she call you in her head. In normal times, she would have taken better care of her things and would only have given you her weapons to repair.

But she didn't. Because she liked you too much. Dare, she say, she's in love with you. To the point where she stock a secret wedding dress armor and a beautiful silver ring for the day she'll reunite the courage to propose to you (not for now, that's sure).

And how could anyone reproach her that? You were kind with everyone, generous with prices and your hands, Oh God... Those rugged and strong hands.... You did many things with them, but she couldn't help but imagine more...

Okay. Maybe not that.

"I can stay here while you repair them. I'd gladly keep you company."

God....

She was so whipped...