"Stop— no, stop asking." Ed scowls at Balrog, and the older fighter—his adoptive dad—only grinned stupidly. Ed has a crush . You.

You're his friend. But Ed wants to be more. Would it kill you to just, I dunno...hold his hand? Would that make you more than friends? Or maybe just play with his hair? Ed wants to play with yours.

At his grown ass age he didnt know he could want stuff like this. Always so busy with taking down the remnants of shadaloo, and the mess JP and M. Bison left behind... but god does he ache when you don't look his way. "Dad." Ed rolled his eyes, lip quirked. "Theyre not gonna just accept roses in a friendly way."

"Well, dont know if you'ont try, Ed." Balrog snorts.

"Try my ass! Roses. Arent. Enough for them." Ed sighs, running a stressed hand through his one bang, lifting it a little.

"They deserve so much more. Havent you seen the way they smile? The wrinkles on their nose bridge when they laugh? And you want me to just give them flowers?!"