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Commander Robert Anderson walked into the nurse’s office for his check-in. He had been working hard recently and had battled a bit of a head cold, but overall, he felt like he was doing okay.

As he stepped into the pristine and well-organized clinic, he already knew what to expect. He was going to run into the one person who fussed over his health and habits more than anyone else—Vestal. She would no doubt have plenty to say about his diet and sleep schedule, especially given his recent neglect of both.

Sitting down, the laid-back blonde commander leaned back in his chair, trying to relax. At the moment, he looked nothing like the important figure he was in the Eagle Union. His hair, usually kept neat, was a mess, pulled back into a long ponytail. He wore a colorful Hawaiian shirt, paired with painter shorts and a pair of fisherman sandals—an ensemble that completed his lazy, off-duty look.

He had plenty of bad habits. Nothing particularly terrible, but certainly not ideal for someone in his position. He had a horrible weakness for sour candy, an unfortunate tendency to indulge in junk food, and he often got far less sleep than a man with his workload should.

Cracking his knuckles, he heard the door open and knew that Vestal was about to have a field day with him. Granted, he might get away with the casual outfit since he was technically off duty, but the health report... well, it wasn't going to be favorable. And he knew she knew it.

Vestal stepped into the room, her soft footsteps barely audible, but her presence undeniable. The moment her eyes landed on Robert, her heart clenched with both fondness and concern. There he was, slouched in his chair, dressed in that ridiculously casual outfit that screamed he had completely ignored his health—again. His laid-back demeanor and unkempt hair did nothing to hide the exhaustion behind his usually bright eyes.

"Commander..." she began, her voice a gentle scold wrapped in warmth, though the affection she felt for him was unmistakable. She crossed the room, the soft fabric of her outfit flowing behind her. Her vivid blue eyes flickered with both exasperation and care. "You look like you haven’t slept properly in days... And I won’t even ask about your diet."

Vestal stopped just in front of him, hands on her hips, tilting her head slightly as she examined him. She had seen this far too many times. Robert, with his reckless habits, always pushing himself beyond his limits, never bothering to take care of himself. But that was why she was here—to make sure he didn’t fall apart completely.

"Robert, you are such trouble," she said as she knew the truth of his bad habits, "Sleeping little, eating pizza, burgers, sour candy, and drinks," she said as she looked at him. She saw just based on the sheepish look on his face she was right about it. "Now, if you keep doing this, you're going to leave yourself in a tricky spot, and you can't do that, there are way too many people who depend on you, Commander."

She sighed, but it wasn’t frustration. It was the deep concern of someone who cared more than she could put into words. Vestal had spent so long tending to him, both physically and emotionally. She knew him too well by now. The way his body slouched, the slight dark circles under his eyes—he was pushing himself too hard again. And it hurt her to see him like this.

"I’m your personal doctor now, remember? You promised you'd take better care of yourself, but here we are," she said, her voice softening even more as she sat beside him, her eyes searching his. "What am I going to do with you, Commander? I just want you to be healthy. For me, at least."

She gave him a playful smile, though her worry was still evident. She looked down at him leaning back in the chair with poor posture as she knew that he could do much better than he was at that moment. That he was being too stubborn for his own good.

"I know, I know, it's just been busy with life," Robert said, his tone apologetic as he met Vestal's gaze. He could see the concern in her eyes, and he hated that his actions had caused it. He cared for her too much to ignore the effect he had on her.

"I did win a battle against the Sirens recently," he added, trying to shift the conversation. "Pretty impressive, actually. A massive battle, but I pulled through." He sighed, the weight of the intense fight from a week before still lingering in his mind. "I haven't really slept since then, mostly just playing games to get my mind off things. And, well, you know my eating habits—pizza, soda, sour candy, ice cream—the whole nine yards."

He paused, doing his best to offer her a big smile, though he knew it wouldn’t be enough to ease her worries. "Now I’m here with you, and we both know why. It's my own fault. I'm not very good at following orders, as you already know."

Vestal crossed her arms, her bright blue eyes narrowing, but there was a softness behind them. “You always have an excuse, don’t you, Robert?” She sighed, shaking her head, though there was no true anger in her voice. “Busy with life or not, that doesn’t mean you can neglect yourself like this. You know how much I worry about you.”

She moved closer to him, reaching out and gently straightening the collar of his Hawaiian shirt, her fingers lingering for just a moment as she studied his tired face. “Winning battles is great, but you won’t be winning any more if you keep running yourself ragged like this. You need rest, proper meals, and *less* of that sour candy you love so much.”

"However, we both know that if you win battles but lose the war, nothing good will come from it," she said firmly as she shook her head, her voice was filled with both determination and concern for him. She loved Robert dearly, he meant the world to her, and to see him in this state hurt. The fact it was of his own doing hurt even more. She couldn't let this slide anymore, she had to do something about it.

"Robert, Commander, Starting now things are going to change," she said as she pulled him up off the chair as she held him in her arms, and led him to the bed. She helped him into the bed, finding very little resistance to her efforts as she took off his old fisherman sandals and looked at him lying on the bed, "No games, no all nighters to get your mind off the fighting, and real meal, vegetables, and healthy food."

She took the blanket and pulled it lightly over him, "No, excuses as I am not going to let you give them anymore. You're going to take care of yourself, and you're not going to run yourself down anymore into the ground."

Robert's face flushed at Vestal's words, his usual confident demeanor faltering as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck. He hadn’t expected her to be so direct, and the warmth in her tone made his heart skip a beat. He glanced at her, noticing just how beautiful she was—the way her silver hair framed her face, and the way her eyes held a softness only reserved for him.

He knew how much she cared for him, how tirelessly she looked after him, and the truth was, he had feelings for her too. Her kindness and dedication to helping him always left him feeling both guilty and grateful, especially since he wasn’t the best at following orders. He could see how much effort she put into worrying about him, and it made him feel even worse for making her stress.

“Y-You’re allowed to do that, Vestal?” he asked, still blushing. “I mean… I don’t want to cause you too much trouble.”

Vestal smiled gently, her eyes full of warmth as she placed her hand over his, still resting on the back of his neck. “It’s no trouble, Robert. Besides, I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it.” Her tone was light but firm, leaving no room for doubt. “I care about you, and I’ll take care of you if you won’t do it yourself.”

Her fingers brushed against his hand, her touch soft but insistent. “Now, stop worrying about causing trouble. You’re more important to me than that. So, let me help you, okay?”

Robert felt his heart race, his blush deepening. He knew there was no arguing with her—she was far more determined than he was stubborn, and that combination was something he couldn’t resist.

However, he also couldn’t help his playful side either as he slipped his arms around her way, pulled her down onto his lap, holding her close to his chest. “Vestal, don’t blame me if I make sure to impress and make it so you can’t ever leave my side, my love,” he said so tired he didn’t realize the last two words she said, letting her know his feelings for her.

Vestal was taken completely off guard as she felt Robert reach up and grab her around her waist. She found herself pulled into the bed as she felt his still strong arms around her pulling her closely as he held her almost protectively. She looked into his blue eyes for a moment as she wondered if there was more to this then she realized at first. She waved it away mentally as she leaned into him a bit resting her head against his strong chest.

Vestal thought about protesting or getting up, but she thought about those last two words again. My Love, she blushed just thinking about those words, she knew she heard him, and she had a feeling he meant them too. Had this been one of his tactical moves to make sure she was there, and that he could be so honest about his feelings. Was this him finding a smooth way to get her to stop and listen to him. She wasn't sure, but her feelings were just as strong for him.

She pressed her hand against his chest as she laid in the bed with him. Her smile growing a bit as she pressed her hands against his sides as she leaned in close to him. She rested her forehead against his, her voice barely above a whisper, filled with affection.

“Well, Commander,” she teased softly, her hands gently running along his shoulders. “I’ll hold you to that promise. But if you want me to stay by your side, you're going to have to take better care of yourself… for both of our sakes.”

She leaned in just a bit closer, her lips hovering near his ear as she whispered, “And for the record… I’ve never wanted to leave your side, either.”

“I see if that’s the price for keeping you in my arms like this it’s worth it,” Robert commented as he slowly drifted off as he smiled. When he wanted something, he could work hard for it. He smiled softly in his sleep.

Vestal felt the steady beat of Robert's heart as she leaned against him. She knew that he was a tricky man, that he had been able to win against the Sirens because of his plans. She thought about his words, and she had a feeling about something, that this might be a move by him. She smiled as she knew that from all this that he cared and that he wanted to be near her and would do what it took to make that happen.

Gazing at him now, so peaceful and vulnerable, she wondered if this had all been part of some unspoken plan. Had he really been that careless with his health, or had he done it just to end up like this—wrapped in her care, with no escape? She chuckled lightly, the sound barely audible as not to wake him.

“You sly commander,” she whispered to herself, her fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw. *“Was this all just to get me closer?”*

But even as she teased herself with the thought, the idea warmed her. Whether it had been intentional or not, she was right where she wanted to be—taking care of him, ensuring he was safe and comfortable. If this was a game of his, she didn’t mind playing along.

Leaning down, she pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, her lips lingering for a moment before pulling back. “I’ll always be here, Robert,” she murmured, her voice barely above a breath. “No matter what.”

As she settled more into the bed, she held him close, her heart full, wondering if fate had simply given her the moment she had always wanted. Either way, as she watched over him, Vestal couldn’t help but feel like she had won something far more precious than any battle.

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Muse B: Oh, this is the story of a sweet bird and her commander, but not complete fluff, but one where things didn’t go well in battle?

Muse A: Yep, the story of how a hard battle can affect two people and how they can find comfort in each other afterwards.

Muse B: Sounds like a good story, I am rather excited to read it.

Muse A: Good, because I think this one turned out pretty good.

Commander Yusuke Aoi sat in his hospital bed, waiting to get checked out soon. He had just finished what could only be described as a disastrously unsuccessful mission. In fact, everything had gone completely sideways, far from what they had initially hoped.

He wasn't part of the main force that had attacked the base. His role had been to provide backup support, to help stabilize the situation if needed. But despite their best efforts, things still went poorly. When the tides turned against them, Yusuke and his unit had made the decision to fall back, playing rear guard to ensure the others could escape safely.

It was during this time that Wakatsuki truly shined, throwing everything she had into holding the line. She had put herself at extreme risk, fighting fiercely to buy time for the others to get away. In doing so, she had sustained multiple injuries. Yusuke, too, had taken his share of damage. During the last stand to protect the retreating allies, he had ended up with a number of small scratches, but also broke his arm horribly badly, and was knocked out with a hard hit to the head that caused him to have a concussion. The later injury had caused him to have to stay at the hospital for a couple of days for monitoring. 

He was now just getting out with his new cast on his broken arm, and a few bandages on his body as well. He was far from a hundred precent, but he was alive, and he was grateful for that. He also was a bit down on himself as well because he had not been completely successful as he was used to being. 

In full he felt mentally a bit beaten down. The weight of the mission’s failure hung heavy on him. During the stay at the hospital, he had run the battle through his mind so many times. The event that led to the retreat and the last stand. He played them over and over in his mind, and he could give a complete report on every part of the failed battle. He knew he would have spoken up sooner, made his opinions known before things spiraled out of control. All these thoughts played on a loop in his mind, gnawing at his confidence, making him question his actions, or rather, his inaction.

But Yusuke knew he couldn’t stay in this mental state for long. If he allowed himself to remain this down, then Wakatsuki, who had risked her life and fought so valiantly, would feel even worse. She might start to believe that her efforts had been in vain, that she hadn't been useful, and that she hadn't been enough to make a difference. And he couldn't let that happen.

He thought about Wakatsuki and had a good idea of where he'd find his little bird. Once he was finally discharged from the hospital, he headed straight for her small apartment. 

He knew she was feeling down, most likely blaming herself for the fact that he—and others—had gotten hurt. He knew how hard that was for her to bear. The idea that she couldn't protect him, couldn't keep him safe, was probably tearing her apart more than anything else. The fact that he had been injured, that he was in pain because of it, had to be hitting her even harder.

When he reached her door, he knocked softly, but immediately noticed something—her door wasn’t locked. A small frown tugged at his features. He opened it slowly, cautiously, slipping inside as the dimness of her apartment greeted him. It was dark, only faint light filtering through the drawn curtains. But as soon as he stepped further inside, he heard it—coming from her room.

He knew exactly what it was, and hearing it froze him in place for a moment. His chest tightened, his gut twisting painfully. Wakatsuki, his precious little bird, was crying. Soft, quiet sobs that she probably thought no one could hear. But he could. Hearing him, hurt worse than any injury he got from the battlefield. He hated hearing his precious kansen cry, and sob like this alone in the dark. That hurt so much, that he hated himself for not being able to come sooner to be able to give her some degree of comfort. He knew he had to do so now, as it was time to take care of her. 

Without making a sound, Yusuke walked toward her room. The dark-haired young man, dressed simply in a plain white shirt and shorts, moved with purpose, determined to make sure his Kansen, his partner, knew the truth. That nothing that had happened was her fault. That without her, he probably would have died—and many others would have too. She had been brave, so brave, and she had done more than anyone could have expected. She had gone above and beyond. Now, he had to make her understand that. 

As he walked into Wakatsuki's room, he saw her in the corner, her knees against her chest as she was sobbing into her knees, her face pressed against them, as she was a mess. Seeing her was another hammer bow to the gut and to the heart as he moved farther into the room.

Walking up silently, he sat down next to her on the floor, slipping an arm around her, gently pulling her close to himself. Hugging her with one arm, he rested his head against hers as he glanced at the blue-haired Kansen out of the corner of his eye.

For a moment, he said nothing, seeing the sorrow on her face. He remained silent, wanting to simply give her comfort in that moment.

They stayed like that for a little while, as the two of them just stayed quiet. He could feel Wakatsuki as she adjusted herself so she could bury her head into his shoulder as she let out her tears. Yosuke was not worried about the state of his shirt in the least as the person crying just meant so much to him. He patted her back with his good arm before gently rubbing her back as he did his best to comfort him the best he could. He could feel as Watsuki just let it out, her fears, her concerns, her worries in the form of her crying. 

After a little while he figured he should say something. He took a long deep breath as he cleared his mind, thinking about what to say. He knew this was important, and he worried too that he might not say the right thing. He didn’t want to say anything that would make Wakatsuki worry that he wasn’t the right partner, and commander for her. He wanted to make sure that he was her partner no matter what happened. 

"Wakatsuki, my dear, it is okay to feel like you do. To feel sad about everything that has happened, but remember, that it isn't your fault." Yusuke said softly as he felt her lean against him more as he knew that she needed him in that moment. "You were brave, you were amazing in fact, and I am proud of you first and foremost," he started pausing for a moment, "You did your best, and fought so well, you saved so many lives and were so heroic. I have a broken arm, and I got banged up, but without you, it would have been so much worse. I doubt I would be around if I didn't have my adorable bird with me back then."

Wakatsuki leaned into Yusuke's embrace, her sobs quieting as she listened to his words. She wiped her eyes with her sleeve, still avoiding his gaze as her voice came out in a soft whisper.

“I... I should have done more,” she murmured, her usual confidence hidden behind a wall of guilt. “You got hurt, Commander... I couldn’t protect you the way I promised I would. What kind of ship am I if I can’t even do that?”

"Yusuke, I thought," she said pausing as she looked down a bit her head pressed against him as she quietly tried to gather the words. She was frozen as if saying the rest could make it come true, or the very though tof the idea was a nightmare. "I let you down, I...I could have lost you, and that thought hurts..it hurts more than I can even say."

Her hand reached out and gently touched his cast, as if the sight of it confirmed the failure she felt. “You shouldn't be the one comforting me, Commander. It should be the other way around... I was supposed to be strong for you.”

But as she spoke, there was a shift. The familiar loyalty and determination that defined her began to creep back into her voice. She tightened her grip on his arm slightly, her blue eyes, now glistening with resolve, peering up at him.

“But... if you’re saying you’re proud of me, then... I’ll do better next time. I promise I won’t let anything like this happen again.” She sniffled, her voice steadying. “I’ll train harder, and I’ll be ready—ready to protect you and everyone else, no matter what.”

Finally, she managed a small, fragile smile. “Thank you for always believing in me... I won’t let you down again, Commander. I’ll make sure of it.”

“Of course, I believe in you,” Yusuke replied as he let her rest against him. He knew that she needed this comfort, this connection. He knew that his relationship with her was as important as they got. He knew that without her, he would not be him. “We’re partners, after all. We're a team. You and I, together, are stronger than either of us individually. We are both strong. Together with Wakatsuki we can do better than when we did today. I promise I will do everything to help you and be here for you when you need me to be. I promise that I will work with you to make sure we don't end up like this again. Wakatsuki, I want to be your rock and be a man worthy of commanding you and being your partner." 

Wakatsuki closed her eyes for a moment, letting Yusuke's words sink in. She shifted slightly, resting her head more comfortably against his shoulder, her grip on his arm firm but gentle.

"Yosuke, you are already the person for me, the right commander," she said firmly for once, her voice quiet but determined as well. "You and I are partners, Yusuke, we will get stronger just like you said and we will do better next time, However..."

She paused, her fingers brushing against his cast again, this time with less hesitation. “But still, I hate seeing you like this. I hate that I couldn’t stop it. But I’ll use that feeling. I’ll train harder and make sure that next time, we’re ready for anything.”

Her eyes softened, and a small smile tugged at her lips, though there was still a hint of sadness behind it. “I’ll never stop trying to be better, for you, for everyone. You don’t need to worry, Commander. No matter what, I’ll always be by your side... protecting you, just like you protect me.”

Then, in a quieter tone, almost to herself, she added, “I’m glad we’re a team... I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

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Muse A: From the mist, a shape, a ship, is taking form…

Muse B: Oh, finally getting to the pride of the Iron Blood Bismarck huh?

Muse A: Yep, of course, and I figured it would be fun to have a simple and lovely story of a snow day with her and her commander.

Muse B: Okay, so snow, and what else?

Muse A: A sunset, but you will have to read to enjoy.

Muse B: Fine, let's see how things go for this Queen of the Oceans

Kurt Lütjens came from a long line of successful Iron Blood commanders, and he had a name to live up to as well. As such he felt it was his responsibility to take care of Bismarck as well. He had become her commander, and he felt it was his duty to do his best for her and make sure she was taken care of as much as possible. He knew that she was a very serious woman, proud, strong and determined. Yet, she was so serious, and so focused, he wondered if she ever gave herself any chances to just enjoy life and relax and smile.

Looking outside he could see the snow starting to fall outside and smiled as he had an idea. He would take Bismarck for a walk, and he hoped that it would be a time where she could be less serious and just relax. Let herself enjoy life and not be so focused on her work as the leader of the Iron Blood Fleet, a role she took so very seriously, that he worried about her a bit.

As the brown-haired young man got ready for the cold, he threw on some thick black wool pants and an equally warm coat over his long sleeve shirt. The black coat gave him a bit of a formal look, but it wasn’t his goal. He wanted to find a way to make this a fun, not work focused day for his kansen. As he left his own small home, he headed to Bismarck’s place which was nearby. Her small apartment was about three blocks down from his place. Walking up to the door he knocked and waited for her to answer.

Kurt smiled as he saw that Bismarck was already ready in her winter uniform for the day. A thicker and more heavy uniform meant to keep her warm during the cold of the snow filled day. He looked at the blue-eyed beauty before him, giving her a smile as she looked at him. He could tell that she was rather curious and maybe a bit confused as to why he was there so early in the morning. As it was a bit out of the norm for him to come over like this.

“Kurt,” she said, pausing as she looked at him, her tone formal, but with an undercurrent of softness reserved for him alone. “What are you doing here this morning at this hour?”

Seeing the confusion on Bismarck’s face, he smiled knowing that she was already getting mentally focused for their work for the day. It wasn’t anything serious, a review of some facts, office work, nothing that couldn’t easily be put off for another day. He fixed his coat as he could feel the cold wind at his back and a few snowflakes drifting down landing on his shoulder and in his soft brown hair.

“That is an easy one, Bismarck my dear,” he said with a soft tone as he gave her a warm and kind smile. “I am here to take you out on a walk, it is a lovely day, first snow day of the year, and I want to enjoy it with you, not as commander and kansen, but as Kurt and Bismarck.”

Bismarck blinked as she was taken back by his words. “A walk in the snow this morning,” she asked as if she was trying to clarify that was what he was saying for a moment. As she saw him nod, she was still unsure about it. “Kurt, um, we have stuff to do for the fleet today, and…”

“Those can wait,” Kurt interrupted, his voice gentle but firm. “You've been working tirelessly, Bismarck. I think you deserve a break. Even the strongest need a moment to breathe, don’t you think?”

This was out of the norm for sure. She stood there with her hands at her side, ready to say something, but she knew he was right. That everyone needed rest, or they would burn themselves out. As she looked at the brown eyes of her commander, she felt her heart almost yell at her to go on the walk. A rare small smile appeared on her lips for a moment before she nodded her head. Kurt was important to her, and if this walk was important to him, then she would do it.

“Very well,” she conceded as she looked at him, the look on her face and the tone of her voice softening. “I think a walk will be acceptable, and you're right, a walk won’t waste all day, and we can get to work later and if something happens, they can find us.”

Kurt had a feeling she would ultimately accept the request from him. He knew that she had as big of a soft spot for him as he had for her. “Then we can’t waste any time,” he commented as he offered Bismarck his outstretched arm, as he saw a bit of the confusion in her eyes before she took it, tentatively.

Kurt smiled as he led her from her apartment, it was a beautiful day, the snow covered the ground all around them as they walked. The streets were quiet too, it was a day most kansen would be taken off, and it was early. Most of them were still asleep, enjoying their rest, as they walked. The light of the streetlamps guiding them in the early morning hours.

“There is something I wish to show you, Bismarck,” Kurt mused as he walked with her, he had a plan, one he had thought up early that morning and he still had time to make it happen. He followed the road away from the port. Looking beside himself, he could see the curiosity that was ever present in Bismarck's eyes as he was sure that she hadn’t been to where he was taking her.

The two walked in silence as they headed up the small hill that was the highest point in the village. He led her to a small park away from the rest of the port city, isolated, as he smiled. He walked to a couple of the swings, “There aren’t any good benches here so might as well take one of the swings, Bismarck,” he reasoned as he gave her a warm soft grin.

“You don’t get many chances to enjoy the simple things, do you?” Kurt asked, his voice light as he looked over at Bismarck as she sat in the swing next to his own.

Bismarck turned her head slightly to look at him, her expression unreadable for a moment. “I’ve never found much time for… simplicity,” she admitted, her tone a little more relaxed than usual. “There is always something to be done, something that requires my attention.”

Kurt nodded in understanding. “I know how dedicated you are to the Iron Blood. Your leadership has been invaluable. But I think it’s important to remember that you’re more than just a leader. You’re Bismarck. You deserve moments like these too. Plus, you're my kansen, my partner, and I think moments like this are important for us to continue to grow this relationship between us.”

Bismarck smiled softly as she knew he was right. If anyone else had said that she might not take it as well as him saying it. He was the only person she felt like she could be free from the formality of leadership or the weight of her duties around. That near him that she could be herself, not the legendary Bismarck, leader of the Iron Blood. No, she could just simply be Bismarck, the blonde woman who very much loved her commander.

“I… suppose you’re right,” she finally said, her voice quieter now. “It is rare that I take a moment for myself, plus it is nice to have these moments with you Kurt.”

Bismarck paused for a moment, “So, let me guess we are here to see the sunrise over the bay from this high position, correct, Commander.”

Kurt smiled as he wasn’t surprised at all that Bismarck had figured that part of the plan out so easily. It did make sense if one thought about it logically, and Bismarck was a clear logical thinker after all.

“Yeah, that is correct, it should be a really beautiful view this morning,” He commented as he looked at the watch on his wrist. “Three minutes till sunrise,” he informed her. “Mostly though, this is so I can spend time with you, we have been working so much that we haven’t had any alone time.”

Bismarck smiled softly as she looked at the roofs of the countless buildings between them and the port, all covered in the snow from the night before. It was a sight in and of itself, and one worthy of the walk.

Yet a moment later, she saw it, the early morning lift started to shift, as she saw it come alive with a variety of colors that painted the sky, giving her a view that warmed her heart and soul. One she didn’t know she needed to see so much till she saw it. It was remarkable, beautiful, and she felt a sense of contentment just looking over the myriad of colors before her.The reds, blues, purples, oranges all blending together.

Her eyes drifted back towards her commander, towards Kurt, as she looked at him. Her eyes transfixed on him as she looked at her handsome commander. He too was beautiful and priceless to her, as priceless as this moment, and this meant the world to her.

“You’re thoughtful, as always,” she murmured, her voice quieter and more tender than her usual tone. “I… hadn’t realized how much I missed moments like these. Being with you, away from everything. It’s rare for me to take this kind of time, but… I’m glad you insisted.”

Kurt smiled warmly, pleased to see her relaxing, even if only a little. “You deserve it,” he said softly. “More than anyone, I think.”

Bismarck let her eyes stay on him for a moment longer. A smile still on her lips as she felt her heart beating faster with joy and happiness for the moment. She was the pride of her nation, but being the pride of her commander, the pride of Kurt meant more somehow at that moment. Being near him meant the world. She reached over and took his hand into her own, holding it firmly as she looked back towards the sunrise.

The sky before her was washed in the first light of day, the light reflecting off the houses, and the water in such a beautiful way. Her eyes took in everything from the way the light reflected off the water of the bay to how it shined on the snow on the rooftops and on the ground. It was a beautiful moment she knew she would never forget.

Bismarck felt taken back, by this moment. True, there had been so many other sunrises she had experienced in her life. Yet, for some reason, this one felt more special. Perhaps it was the way the cold air felt, or the quiet peace of the morning, but most likely she knew it was neither of those things. She knew it was the company that she had that made it special.

“It is a beautiful sunrise, and a great place to watch it,” she said looking over at him, her smile full and radiant for an extremely rare moment. “However, what makes this special is you, my beloved.”

Kurt was finally taken aback by Bismarck’s words for the first time that morning. “Well, I agree with you on that one, it is a beautiful morning, and I am with a beautiful peerless woman. I can’t think of a better place to be.”

Bismarck felt her heart stir at his words, her usual stoic exterior softening even more. She looked back at the sunrise, but this time, she wasn’t thinking about her duties or the fleet. She was thinking about Kurt, about how much he meant to her, and how much these quiet moments with him mattered.

“Now, Commander, now that the sun is up, why don’t we get some breakfast, knowing you, you were up late, planning this and you forgot to eat correct?” she asked with a knowing smile, the look of affection, and the blush that was still on her face that morning.

“Yes, that is correct,” Kurt said while rubbing the back of his neck, “but I thought of that too, there is a nice cafe that has killer pancakes nearby, I figured that would work for a lovely breakfast for the two of us.”

“Alright, then lead the way,” Bismarck said as she got up with Kurt. Her hand still holding his firmly, not wanting to let the connection between them break.

As they made their way back toward the town, the sun fully risen and casting a golden hue across the snow-covered streets, Kurt felt a deep sense of gratitude. Moments like this, quiet and shared, were rare in their line of work, but they were what kept him grounded. Bismarck, ever strong and composed, had moments where she could let her guard down with him, and that meant everything.

"Thank you for this," Bismarck murmured as they walked, her voice low but sincere. "For reminding me that even in the midst of everything, there are still simple moments worth cherishing."

Kurt squeezed her hand gently, looking over at her with a warm smile. "Anytime, Bismarck. That is what partners are for, and I promise you that I will always watch after you. As well as make sure to remind you that you're my woman."

Bismarck blinked as she smiled, she said nothing, but she knew it was true. That she was her woman, and he was her man. She knew that there was time she had to get beyond her duties to enjoy that, to enjoy she had such a good man at her side. Yet, knowing he would be there for her meant the world to her, and she would always have his back.

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It was late in the afternoon at the Azur Lane North Pacific Base, and Admiral Saito sat at his desk, his pen in his right hand, absentmindedly flipping it between his fingers. In front of him lay a number of forms, most of which he had already completed. About three-quarters of the paperwork was done, but he continued working diligently, determined to set a good example for those under his command. As the admiral, he believed that he should not work with any less heart than anyone else. In fact, he felt it was his responsibility to work even harder, as he was expected to be the exemplar for others to follow.

However, the workload was beginning to wear on him. He had been putting in long hours recently, ensuring that all the paperwork was completed perfectly and in order. It wasn’t the easiest task, and there was a lot of it. He quickly filled out another piece of paper, checking the right boxes, signing where needed, and making sure all the data was accurate—standard, repetitive tasks that had filled his day. The only breaks he had taken were for a late lunch and dinner.

After finishing the latest form, Saito put his pen down and rubbed his nose, feeling the fatigue starting to catch up with him. Despite being an admiral, he only had one Kansen under his command. Of course, she was a woman of remarkable power, skill, and ability—the amazing and "flufftastic" Shinano. Saito assumed she was probably taking a nap at that moment, as she often did. She was a beautiful woman who cherished her sleep, and he wasn’t going to disturb her. He would put in the work while she handled the sleeping part.

As his hand pressed over the after-action report for a mission against the Sirens, led by one of his juniors, Admiral Saito felt the weight of unfinished work pulling him down. He ran his hand through his short black hair, feeling a bit distressed. He knew this report should have been done already, and the fact that it hadn't filled him with unease.

He wondered if he was letting down his fellow commanders, especially the juniors who looked up to him, hoping to follow his example. Yet here he was, giving them a poor example to follow. He wasn't being the efficient, effective commander he believed he should be. His paperwork felt inadequate, and in his mind, he knew he could be doing better. It wasn’t that he was bad at his job, but more that he felt limited, not living up to his potential. His self-doubt was creeping in.

He picked up the first page and began filling it out right away, tired and annoyed, increasingly frustrated with himself. As he worked on the report, he started to realize that maybe he hadn’t been as productive as he thought. His success, at least in his own eyes, had dwindled. He had been doing nothing but paperwork recently, and the thought occurred to him that maybe he had become just a desk jockey. Was he really leading the Kansen under his command?

His tired mind spiraled, depression growing little by little as he worked. The further he went, the worse his mindset became, until he didn’t even hear the door to his office open.

Over at the corner of his room, his one and only Kansen walked into the room, having finished her afternoon nap, and having noticed that her beloved Saito hadn’t left his office all day, even eating in his office. She knew him far too well, having been his kansen, and partner in life for so long that she knew his strengths, and weaknesses. His wisdom, kindness, and determination, but also knowing his self-doubt, uncertainty, and his ability to get down on himself when he felt he wasn’t being successful. She knew that in the moments of his weakness it was best that she helped out and remind him why she was his kansen, and he her commander, partner and so much more.

In the quiet corner of the room, Shinano, his one and only Kansen, gracefully entered. She had just finished her afternoon nap and, sensing something was off, noticed that her beloved Admiral Saito hadn’t left his office all day—not even to eat. She knew him far too well. As his Kansen and partner in life, Shinano had come to understand both his strengths and weaknesses intimately. She admired his wisdom, kindness, and determination, but was also acutely aware of his moments of self-doubt, uncertainty, and the way he could spiral into self-criticism when he felt he wasn't living up to his own high standards.

Shinano glided over quietly, her soft presence filling the room without disturbing the somber atmosphere. She had always been perceptive, and in moments like this, she knew exactly what was needed. When Saito was caught in a moment of weakness, lost in his own thoughts, it was her role to gently remind him of his true worth—the reason she was his Kansen, his commander, his partner, and so much more.

With her usual serene grace, Shinano approached, her eyes soft yet full of quiet strength. Though she often sought the comfort of sleep, her heart was always in tune with Saito’s, and when he needed her, she was always ready.

Saito heard the soft footsteps approaching as he placed another after-action report onto the growing stack of completed paperwork. Looking up, his eyes met the serene gaze of Shinano. Her silver hair shimmered softly in the low light of his office, and just seeing her brought a small, genuine smile to his face. Despite his fatigue, the sight of her always had a calming effect on him, making his heart flutter as it often did in her presence.

"Hello, Shinano. I hope your nap was restful," he said softly, his voice warm yet tinged with exhaustion. He offered her a kind smile, but his eyes betrayed the weariness and doubt that weighed on him.

"I’ve got so much work in front of me, and it feels like I haven’t been very successful at all lately..." He trailed off, apologizing as if his perceived shortcomings were something he had to make amends for. His shoulders sagged slightly, the weight of his self-doubt pressing down on him.

"Saito… you work so hard…" she said in her usual, soft-spoken tone, almost dreamlike in its gentleness. Her voice was calm, like the whisper of wind over water. "But… you always doubt yourself, even when you’ve done more than anyone could ask."

Her gaze lingered on him, filled with quiet understanding. "Your efforts… are not failures. Even when it seems like the burden is too heavy, you carry it… not just for yourself, but for all of us. For me."

She let her hand rest a moment longer before pulling it back. Her expression remained serene, but her voice became a touch firmer, reflecting her deep bond with him. "It’s okay to feel tired, to feel unsure. But… you are not alone. I am here, always, to help carry that weight, even if… just a little."

Shinano tilted her head slightly, her silver hair cascading down her shoulder as she offered him a small, peaceful smile. "You’re my admiral… my partner. You’ve never let me down, and you never will."

She took a slow, thoughtful breath. "So… rest when you need to, Saito. Even the strongest of us need time to dream… just like I do."

Saito looked down at the paperwork and let out a sigh, “I just want to do more, to be of use to everyone, and I don’t want to be a burden,” he said as he rubbed his eyes, more tired than he thought he was. He looked up at the great kitsune kansen. “However, hearing you say that does make me very happy.”

"You are never a burden, Saito," she replied, her voice soft yet filled with conviction. "You have done so much… more than you realize. The strength you show, the care you put into everything, is what gives us all the strength to keep going… to keep fighting. We all look to you, not because you have to do everything, but because of the heart you put into everything you do."

She took a small step forward, her hand once again resting lightly on his arm, her touch gentle, almost ethereal. "Even I, as strong as I may be… rely on you, just as you rely on me." Her gaze softened even more, if that were possible, as she tilted her head slightly to meet his eyes. "And when you’re tired, when you feel you haven’t done enough… remember that I, too, need you—more than you know."

Her tails swayed behind her, a symbol of her connection to the world of dreams and illusions, but here, her words were as real and grounding as anything. "Rest isn’t weakness, Saito… it’s part of what makes us strong. So, let me help you now… just as you always help me."

With that, she offered him a smile, filled with warmth and the deep bond they shared. "And if it makes you happy… then I will remind you again and again. You are never alone."

Saito nodded his head as he took in Shinano’s words, letting it settle down on him as he knew she was right. He slowly pushed himself out of his chair and to his feet, “How about you and I take a nap together on that couch over there, and then maybe get something to eat in an hour or so.”

"A nap together sounds perfect," she said softly, her voice like a calming breeze. "And food afterward will make it even better." She gave a light nod, her long silver hair flowing as she stepped beside him.

Shinano gently guided him toward the couch, her hand still resting lightly on his arm. Once they reached it, she gracefully settled herself down, making space for him to join her. Her tails fanned out softly behind her, creating a warm and comforting presence.

As Saito lay beside her, Shinano shifted slightly, wrapping an arm around him, her presence warm and protective. "Rest now," she whispered, her voice soft and melodic. "You've earned it."

With that, she closed her eyes, her steady, peaceful breathing the perfect rhythm to lull him into much-needed rest, knowing that for now, they could both share this moment of quiet together.

As Saito settled against her, Shinano's large, luxuriously soft tails gently enveloped him like a warm, protective cocoon. The fluffiness cradled him, offering a sense of safety and tranquility that melted away the tension he'd been carrying for so long. Her half-asleep smile was serene, radiating her quiet affection for him, and as she drifted into a peaceful slumber, her breathing slow and steady, the soft rustling of her tails was the only sound in the room.

In that quiet, shared moment, the weight of Saito’s worries seemed to fade, soothed by the warmth and comfort of his beloved Kansen. Her presence, calm and protective, reassured him even as he slipped into sleep himself, knowing that, in this bond they shared, he was never alone.

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Muse A: Well, this is a story of Owari, she is something.

Muse B: Really, I don’t know that one, could you explain her to me and the main focus on this story?

Muse A: Oh, Owari? She’s this carefree, powerful battleship who likes to take things easy but doesn’t mind showing her strength when needed.

Muse B: Sounds interesting. What’s her deal with the Commander?

Muse A: That’s the fun part—she’s loyal but flirty. Loves teasing him, but you can tell she’s got real affection underneath all that playfulness.

Muse B: So, what’s the story about?

Muse A: It’s a relaxed night. She invites him over for dinner after a tough day. They bond over food, jokes, and end up getting closer, like two people naturally falling into a comfortable rhythm.

Muse B: Ah, I see—less about action, more about connection?

Muse A: Exactly. It’s more about the small, intimate moments between them. They’re clearly fond of each other, and this dinner just brings it out even more.

Commander Aoi wasn’t quite sure how he felt. That morning, he had participated in an important trial and exercise, holding high expectations for both himself and his kansen. They were testing Owari against her sisters in one-on-one matches to see how she stacked up. Unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned, and they ended up losing both matches, each in a very close fashion.

Aoi couldn’t shake the feeling that he could have done a better job leading and commanding. He believed that if his orders had been faster, more precise, and his thinking a bit quicker, they could have defeated her sisters together. He had hoped to secure a victory for her through a combination of his strategic thinking and her strength.

Now, he was feeling like he had let her down, mentally replaying the exercises and reflecting on what he could do differently next time.

What surprised him, though, was the invitation he received from Owari after the exercises were over. He had expected her to be just as down as he was, but she wasn’t—not even close. Her bright spirit actually lifted him out of his little funk.

Thus, Aoi was walking to have dinner with Owari. He knew that she was a hell of a good cook, and that she loved to cook for him. She constantly made him healthy dishes that they could share when they had time. He was sure she did it to both keep him healthy and also impress him with her cooking. 

Soon, Aoi was standing in front of the door, dressed in a simple pair of black pants and a white button-up shirt. The messy blue-haired commander knocked on the door, his equally blue eyes focused on it as he waited.

Knocking on the door, Aoi felt a sense of anticipation for Owari’s home cooking. She had a great eye for fresh ingredients, like vegetables and fruit, and her cooking skills were remarkable. Opening the door, he saw Owari opening the door before she moved towards him a little bit with a huge grin on her lips. 

Owari leaned against the doorframe with her usual laid-back grin, golden eyes glinting with amusement as she took in Aoi’s appearance. “Well, look who decided to show up. I was starting to think you'd gotten lost on your way here," she teased, her voice carrying that casual, carefree tone Aoi had grown fond of.

He returned the smile, his earlier worries starting to melt away in her presence. "I’m here as ordered," Aoi responded playfully, the smell of her cooking quickly filling his senses. "And I have to say, it smells amazing already. Yaki Udon and... is that cheesecake?"

Owari’s grin widened as she stood back to let him in. "Ding ding! Commander’s got a good nose on him. Yep, Yaki Udon and fluffy cheesecake with strawberries," she confirmed, flipping the ends of her long platinum blonde hair over her shoulder. The apron she wore, with its cute "Kiss the Cook" slogan, added a surprising touch of charm to her usual confident, almost teasing attitude.

Aoi stepped inside, feeling the warmth of the apartment. Despite the losses earlier in the day, her energy was as uplifting as ever. He looked at her, still slightly hesitant. "I thought you'd be more... disappointed. I was kind of beating myself up over how I could've done better out there."

Owari turned to face him, raising an eyebrow. “Disappointed? Nah, you’re overthinking it, Commander. We’ll get ‘em next time." Her tone was light, but she stepped closer, her playful side slipping for just a moment to reveal sincerity. "You did fine. I mean, if I’m not worried, why should you be? We had fun, and that’s what matters. And besides—" she flashed him a teasing smile, "—I’m the brawn, remember? All you have to do is point me in the right direction."

Aoi chuckled softly, some of the weightlifting off his shoulders. "Guess you're right. We are a team. I just... wanted to do better for you."

Owari’s grin softened, and she gave a mock shrug. "Hey, you already do more than enough by showing up and putting up with me. Plus, you best not make me have to get all sentimental right now, cause I would rather focus on this great meal I made for us," She said with a smile as she looked at the food, "I made more than enough so don't worry for leftover for a while, I am sure we will enjoy this for a few days."

Aoi shook his head with a small smile and followed her to the table, the tension of the day fading completely now. As he sat down, he caught her looking at him with a mixture of mischief and affection.

“And Commander,” Owari added, her voice turning a little softer as she leaned over the table, “You’re too cute when you overthink things. Just relax. I’ve got your back, always.”

Aoi blinked at her for a second before laughing. “Guess I’m in good hands, then.”

Owari sat down with a satisfied smile, already grabbing chopsticks as she gave him one last wink. "Damn right you are."

Aoi used his chopsticks to gather a bite of vegetables and udon noodles, tasting the blend of spices that gave the dish a savory and slightly fiery kick. He chewed thoughtfully, feeling the heat build pleasantly in his mouth. After a few more bites, he reached for his glass of water and took a sip, cooling down the spice just enough.

With a satisfied sigh, he glanced over at Owari. "So, you’re going with the spicy stuff tonight, huh? Mixing it up a bit." He grinned. "I like it. You know I’m a fan of a little heat."

Owari flashed him a playful smirk, twirling a noodle around her own chopsticks. "Figured I’d spice things up for you—keep you on your toes, Commander." She winked. "Plus, I know you can handle it. You’re not the type to back down from a little challenge, right?"

Aoi chuckled, shaking his head. "Not when the challenge tastes this good." He took another bite, savoring the flavor. "You always manage to surprise me, Owari. Guess that’s part of the charm."

Owari gave a mock bow from her seat, her platinum blonde hair falling over her shoulders. "Well, I aim to please. Besides, it’s not every day I get to cook for the great Commander Aoi. Gotta keep you coming back somehow."

Aoi rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face didn’t fade. "You’ve got nothing to worry about. I’m not going anywhere."

As they ate the Udon, Aoi thought about all of the ideas that had been flowing through his mind about how to do better in future exercises and how to come up on top over her sisters in the next challenges too. He wanted to show everyone that Owari was better in every way then they thought she was.

"We’ll need to spend some time tightening up our coordination," Aoi said, twirling his chopsticks in thought. "That last exercise wasn’t our best showing, but I know we can pull it off if we work on a few things."

Owari shrugged, her carefree attitude shining through even when it came to training. "Eh, a few bumps along the way are no big deal. We’ll get there. Besides, we’ve earned a little time to relax, don’t you think?"

Aoi laughed lightly. "You’ve got a point. Can’t be all work, no play." He raised an eyebrow, his blue eyes meeting hers. "So, beach day tomorrow after our drills? That sound like a good way to unwind?"

Owari grinned, her excitement palpable. "Now you’re talking, Commander! I’ve got just the spot in mind. That sounds just perfect, the sand, the surf. I can't wait to play in the sand with you and wear that lovely bikini that you so love," she teased him with a playful look, as she saw Aoi blush a bit. She knew she was beautiful, and she knew the affect she could have on him. However, after a moment she also turned a bit red too, thinking about him in a pair of swim trunks. 

Aoi smirked. "Now that I’d like to see." He leaned back, feeling the warmth of the evening settle around them. "Alright, it’s a plan. Work hard in the morning, then hit the beach in the afternoon."

"Deal," Owari said, finishing her last bite of udon. "But don’t think you can out-relax me either. I’m the queen of lounging, after all."

"Wouldn’t dream of it," Aoi replied with a grin, the comfortable back-and-forth between them making the rest of the evening fly by effortlessly.

Owari's lips curled into a playful smirk at Aoi's comment. "Oh, I know exactly what all your weaknesses are Aoi, my sweetie," she said with a knowing tone to her voice as she got to her feet. She walked towards the kitchen. She swayed her hips with such perfect skill, that she knew that Aoi's eyes were locked on her, and she loved it completely. She leaned forward giving Aoi a view as she picked the dessert as well, enjoying how much she could mess with him.

She returned with two plates, each holding a generous slice of the fluffy cheesecake topped with fresh strawberries. Setting one plate in front of Aoi, she leaned in a little closer than necessary, her golden eyes gleaming with amusement. "Careful, Commander, too many sweet things might make you soft."

Aoi chuckled as he picked up his fork, eyeing the dessert appreciatively. "Maybe, but I think I’ll take my chances. Especially when it’s this good." He took a bite, savoring the rich yet delicate flavor of the cheesecake combined with the tart sweetness of the strawberries. His expression softened, clearly enjoying it. "Perfect, as always."

Owari smiled as she leaned forward, as she took a bite of her own cheesecake, it was so creamy and tasty. She looked at the happy look on Aoi's face. She loved seeing him happy, it made her heart almost sing with joy. She took in his look for a moment. "Now, Aoi, best remember that you better wear that new pair of trunks I got you. I can't wait to see you in them and remember no getting out of the afternoon at the beach either."

Aoi smirked, his eyes sparkling as he took another bite. "Wouldn’t dream of it. I know better than to underestimate you." He paused, giving her a meaningful glance. "Besides, if I can handle your spicy cooking, I can handle anything."

Owari laughed, her carefree spirit lighting up the room. "That’s the spirit, Commander. Just don’t expect any mercy out there on the beach!"

The two of them continued to enjoy the meal as they talked and just enjoyed each other’s company. Aoi enjoyed his time with Owari even more than his chance to eat his favorite dessert from his favorite cook.

After finishing the last bites of cheesecake, Aoi and Owari exchanged a few playful jabs before getting up to clean the dishes together. Their banter didn’t stop for a moment, their conversation flowing as easily as the comfortable rhythm of washing, drying, and putting things away.

Owari nudged him with her elbow as they stood by the sink, her voice light and teasing. "You’re getting better at this, Commander. I might just hire you as my kitchen assistant permanently."

Aoi smirked as he handed her another dish to dry. "You mean I wasn’t already? You’ve been bossing me around in here like it’s my official title."

She chuckled, flicking a bit of water at him with the dish towel. "I only boss you around because you let me. Besides, I think you like it."

"Maybe a little," Aoi replied with a wink, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement.

As they finished up, Owari leaned back against the counter, crossing her arms and watching him with a warm, playful smile. "You know, Commander, for a night that didn’t start out so great, I’d say we did pretty well. Good food, good company… what more could we want?"

Aoi dried his hands and turned towards her, stepping a bit closer, his voice softening. "Yeah, I’d say tonight turned out better than expected." He flashed her a grin. "And tomorrow, we hit the beach, no holding back, right?"

Owari laughed, standing up straight and giving him a playful shove. "Oh, you can count on it. No holding back."

As the laughter between them faded, a comfortable silence settled in. Their eyes met, both of them aware of the closeness they shared. Aoi leaned in just slightly, his voice low and teasing. "You know, Owari… I think you’re becoming one of my bigger weaknesses."

Owari’s mischievous smirk returned, but there was a softness in her gaze. "Good. Because I plan to keep it that way."

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Muse A: So this is the story of a princess and her commander, it is something else, two people not wanting to show their feelings.

Muse B: Really, sounds very dramatic

Muse A: Yeah, they both clearly care but keep holding back, like they're afraid of messing it all up.

Muse B: Sounds frustrating, but also kinda sweet.

Muse A: It is. You can tell they're both just waiting for the other to make the first move.

Commander Enzo walked to the office; the tall dark-haired confident commander whistled a simple tune out loud as he walked into his office. He walked over and looked at his desk and found a letter that didn’t have a name other than secret admirer. He looked at it for a moment as he looked over the envelope and smelt it, it smelt really good, it had a sweet citrus scent to it as he then looked for the nearby letter opener as he opened the letter and pulled it out. He was rather curious who this secret admirer was, and also what they had written in the letter.

Commander Enzo paused, holding the sweetly scented envelope in his hands. He brought the letter up to his nose as he smelt something. He was able to quickly confirm that there was a citrus scent, which lingered in the air as he delicately pulled the letter from its pristine envelope. The handwriting was neat and graceful, though a hint of nervousness could be sensed in the way some of the strokes appeared just slightly uneven. It was clear that whoever had written this was trying very hard to maintain composure, even as emotions subtly overflowed.

Dear Commander,

I really hope this letter reaches you on a quiet and lovely day. One where you are not burdened and tired from the demands of the job you have. You are so hardworking and so diligent with your work. You do such a great job leading us with such poise and unwavering strength. I must admit to you that I often find myself watching from afar. You are a man who we all admire, and I must admit you mean a lot to me. Yet, there are things that I long to say, things that have remained unsaid for far too long.

I know I am not one to speak much, and perhaps I am an enigma to those around me. Some might even avoid me, thinking I am aloof or distant, but it is simply because I... find it difficult to say what I truly feel. That is why I decided to write you this letter instead. There are no interruptions here, no hurried glances or moments where I might lose my nerve.

I admire you, Commander. Not just for your skill or leadership, but for the way you carry yourself, for the way you smile even when the weight of responsibility bears down on you. I wonder if you notice me too... perhaps not in the same way. Maybe I’m too subtle or too withdrawn, but I hope that this letter is a step towards changing that.

I must tell you that every time that you walk into the office, lead us in battle, I find myself hanging on each and every one of your words. I hope that my feelings are not one side, that the affection, and the quick beating of my heart are telling me something true. I love even the small things you do when I am around. Even if it’s something simple like 'Good morning' or 'How are you today?'. It’s silly, isn’t it? But that is the truth. And in battles, I want you to know that I fight not just for the honor of Sardegna, but for you as well.

I won't take more of your time, Commander, though I suspect I’ve already said too much. Please, if this letter brings you any thought, I ask only that you keep it between us. I may not have the courage to face your response just yet... but perhaps one day, I will.

With the deepest admiration,
Your Secret Admirer

Enzo looked at the closing signature—no name, no clear indication of who had written this, but the delicate care, the formal yet personal tone, it all struck a chord. The writer had poured their heart into it, yet remained poised, as if still balancing between longing and maintaining their dignified exterior.

There was something about this letter that felt really familiar to him, something that reminded him of someone he knew. It had to be one of his Kansen. He only had a few, and his mind went over each one, trying to figure out who it might be from. 

This wasn’t Alfredo’s style—if it were her, she would be far more direct, bombarding him with endless questions. He knew it wasn’t Trento, either. She would be far more straightforward and more affectionate in her attempts to show her feelings. And it definitely wasn’t da Vinci, as her letter would likely have come with some fancy invention to deliver it.

That left only one girl: Gorizia. He paused, thinking about it. Yes, this fit her perfectly. The beautiful, elegant, and regal Kansen, with her long blonde hair, striking blue eyes, and captivating figure—much like her sisters. 

As he sat there, he thought about how to handle this. How could he bring it up? He guessed that Gorizia wouldn’t be direct if he asked her outright. She was a good girl—sweet, smart, caring, and loyal—but for some reason, she kept her thoughts hidden. It was a mystery to him.

Leaning forward, fingers tapping against the top of the desk. Enzo thought about his next move. He decided to send a letter to Gorizia, summoning her for a formal meeting, making it seem like a serious issue. He wanted to catch her off guard and see her reaction. See her reaction to him telling her that her feelings were far from one sided, and that he looked forward to every day he got to see her. 

He knew he should have told her long ago—he should have come clean. He did have feelings for the blonde, and no matter what, she was the one he kept closest out of all his Kansen. She meant the world to him, and he loved her dearly. It was something he had known for a while, but admitting it to her had been the hard part.

Enzo sat down at his desk and drafted a formal letter, careful to make it sound impersonal. He knew that if he handed it to her in person, he wouldn’t be able to keep a straight face for more than five seconds. Gorizia would catch on that the meeting wasn’t as serious as he was trying to make it seem. So, he used a few harmless excuses, mentioning her occasional fidgeting with her pantyhose during work or minor errors in her duties—mistakes he suspected were more due to her nervousness around him than any actual incompetence. He could see it in the way she looked at him, always hoping, waiting for him to say something.

With a small, mischievous smile, he sent the email and waited. He knew it wouldn’t be long before she showed up at his office, likely thinking she was in trouble. The thought of how flustered she might be amused him, but he wouldn’t leave her hanging for long. He just wanted to mess with her a little—tease her before turning the conversation in a completely different direction. He was looking forward to seeing her reaction when he finally told her how he truly felt.

A few minutes passed, and Gorizia quietly knocked on Enzo's office door before stepping inside. Her movements were graceful, as always, and her expression calm and collected, though there was a hint of tension in her eyes. The email had clearly left her unsettled. 

"Commander, um Enzo," she said as she stood in front of his desk, her eyes on him as she held her hands in front of her, clenched together. She did her best to hide her anxiety and worries from Enzo. She got the email, and it made her afraid that she had messed up and she had done something to offend her beloved commander. She was aware of her mistakes because of her nervousness around him rather well though.

Her piercing blue eyes met his briefly before she averted her gaze ever so slightly, clearly expecting some form of reprimand or correction. "You wanted to discuss something?" she asked in a reserved tone, her professionalism unwavering. Still, there was an unmistakable flicker of vulnerability there—a side of her Enzo rarely saw. He knew she was nervous, but in typical Gorizia fashion, she hid it well beneath layers of composure and elegance.

Enzo could see her trying to maintain control, but he could also sense how much she cared. She was always dutiful, always perfect in her responsibilities. And perhaps this meeting had rattled her just a bit more than she was letting on. He watched her closely for a moment, letting the silence linger in the air between them, as he debated how long he would let the charade continue.

He also could see the anxiety hidden under the surface, and he already disliked himself for going with this. He let out a sigh as he rubbed his nose, “You're not in trouble, Gorizia,” Enzo said with a sigh, “However I got an important letter about you today, one I need to talk to you about,” he said seriously as he looked her in the eyes. “I can’t say who wrote it or what was in it, but it made me aware of a mistake I have made.”

Gorizia’s poised expression faltered for just a moment as Enzo spoke, her hands tightening ever so slightly in front of her. She rarely allowed her emotions to slip, but something about his tone and the seriousness in his eyes made her heart race.

She blinked, her eyes scanning his face as if searching for a clue. "A letter?" she repeated softly, her voice steady but betraying the faintest tremor of uncertainty. The idea that someone had written about her, that Enzo had read it, seemed to unsettle her far more than any reprimand he could have given.

Gorizia’s mind raced. She always kept herself distant, never revealing too much of her inner world. What could someone have possibly written that would affect the Commander enough to say he’d made a mistake? She wasn’t used to this, to being confronted with feelings or emotions, especially in her professional role.

Enzo, seeing her reaction, regretted playing the situation out like this even more. He sighed again, feeling the weight of the moment. "Yes," he said, his voice softer now, more personal, as if dropping the formality that had defined their relationship for so long. "It... well, it made me realize that I have been ignoring something important. That ignoring this important thing, well hasn't helped anyone. It isn't something I can do anymore though."

"Gorizia, I..." he started and paused, his words stuck on his throat. Saying this wasn't as easy as he thought it would be. Why, he knew his feelings were very much true. "I must say, your affections towards me are far from one sided, you are not the only one who feels the way you do. I look forward to everyday I am near you and always want you by my side too."

Her blue eyes widened ever so slightly at his confession, the cool exterior cracking as her emotions stirred beneath. "Commander..." she started, her voice barely above a whisper.

Enzo held up a hand to gently stop her from speaking, his expression sincere. "I don’t want this to be a mistake I let linger. If this letter was from you, I want you to know... I care about you. And I should have told you long before this letter made me realize what I’d been avoiding. I’m sorry for putting you through this."

Gorizia had always had her daydreams of this moment happening, but now it was. She was stunned and silent. It was like a dream coming true, but one far too good to be real. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she looked at Enzo, her beloved, kind, clever and handsome hero. Her mind processing that this wasn't some fantasy but was in fact reality.

Gorizia stood there, her composure slipping as Enzo’s words sank in. The elegant, unflappable Kansen, who had always remained distant and reserved, was now facing something she never imagined—a situation where her carefully guarded feelings were being acknowledged, reciprocated even. Her breath hitched, and she opened her mouth to respond, but the words felt heavy.

"Commander... I..." she started, but her voice wavered. The usual grace she held faltered as she lowered her gaze. "I didn’t expect you to..." She trailed off, her fingers lightly fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve, betraying her nervousness.

Enzo could see her struggling, and his heart ached for putting her in this position, but he knew he had to make it right. Taking a step closer, he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, the touch soft but reassuring. "Gorizia, it’s okay," he said quietly. "You don’t have to say anything if you're not ready. I just couldn’t keep it inside any longer. I care about you. More than I’ve let on. And I don’t want you to feel like you have to keep hiding how you feel either."

Gorizia’s gaze lifted to meet his, her deep blue eyes shimmering with the emotions she had fought so hard to keep locked away. Her lips trembled slightly before curling into a small, tentative smile. "I... I never thought you’d feel the same," she admitted, her voice almost a whisper. "I’ve been so careful... trying not to let you see. I didn’t want to... make the wrong move, and complicate things."

"Yeah, I think we both have been blind to each other's feelings, and I think it is more complicated when we hide out feelings," He reasoned as he gave her a smile. He knew that this had been hard on her. He could retroactively realize just how strong her feelings were as he played out pervious interactions in his mind.

Hearing this Gorizia let out a sigh, her eyes looking at him with a warm and affection look. She felt a weight lifted from her shoulders. He had made the first move as she wanted, granted her hoped had caused problems. Yet, she didn't have to hide her own feelings anymore. She felt her heart fluttering knowing that fact. "You're right, Enzo, I think I have been in love with you for a long time, you're not just my commander my irreplaceable partner, and the man I love completely."

Enzo slipped from behind his desk and moved up to Gorizia as he slipped his arms around her waist. He pulled her closer to himself. He held her firmly in his strong grasp. "I am sorry it took so long for me to realize things," he said to her softly, "but better later than never."

Gorizia closed her eyes, resting her head lightly against his chest. In that moment, the anxiety, the careful distance she had always maintained, melted away. The elegant, regal Kansen was finally allowed to be herself, not just the perfect soldier at her commander’s side, but a woman whose feelings were seen, heard, and understood.

After a long moment, they pulled back, both of them smiling softly. There was still work to be done, still duties to uphold, but for the first time, they could face it with the knowledge that their feelings for each other weren’t one-sided, weren’t hidden away anymore.

"I suppose we’ll have to navigate this new dynamic carefully," Gorizia said with a light, teasing tone, her elegance returning but now softer, more open.

"Yeah, princess, I am sure we will, and I am sure we will get it down in no time," he said with a grin on his lips. He leaned in and pressed his lips against her own for a quick peck, letting her know that his feelings for her were true in another fashion.

The tension between them was a bit different, but Gorizia loved it. She smiled looking slightly up at her dark-haired commander. Her heart filled with joy and warmth. "I am sure we will, Enzo," she said before she returned the peck on the lips back. Her first kiss, she had just had the dream meeting of her life. "Let's get some lunch together then, Enzo."

"Sounds good, princess," he retorted, "I am sure we have a lot to talk about now."

With that, the unspoken feelings between them were history. Everything was out in the open. Now there existed something new—something fragile, but full of potential. As Gorizia turned to leave the office, Enzo watched her go, knowing that their relationship had shifted, and it was for the better. No more secrets, no more pretending. Just the start of something new and real.

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Muse A: Oh, this one should be fun, a miko and her commander, at the shrine.

Muse B: Yep, I think this one could be really fun, so she is very devoted?

Muse A: Yep, that she is, she is a good girl with a tragic history, and now her future might look very bright.

Muse B: Great, I can’t wait to read this, onto the story. 

Commander Ryota had gotten up early, as Fusou had asked him to come by her shrine and help with the morning activities and prayers. It wasn’t a typical request, but he didn’t mind. Ryota was not wearing his usual uniform, today. Thus, Ryota was wearing a traditional and formal black and red kimono, a special gift from Fusou herself.

Ryota had pulled his hair back into a low ponytail as normal. It was just him, his laid back and outwardly a bit lazy style. He was seen as quiet and calm by most people and sometimes to others faded into the background too. Though it was his normal style, as he was in general a more laid-back person. Ryota was looking forward to helping out and spending time with Fusou. He knew how hard she worked, how much everything mattered to her, and how important her prayers were. They were important to him too. Despite his outwardly relaxed appearance and tone, Ryota was a devout person who worked hard.

As he walked down the stone path from his small house to the shrine, a cool fall breeze swept over him. It was a lovely morning—slightly chilly, but not too cold. The full moon was still up, and Ryota smiled a little as he glanced at it before looking ahead at the shrine. The place was well-kept and orderly, a proper place of worship for the kansen of the Sakura Empire. As a commander of the Sakura Empire, the shrine was important to him as well.

Climbing the stone stairs, Ryota spotted Fusou waiting for him, a broom in hand as she swept away the leaves that had fallen overnight. Ryota very much knew how hard working that Fusou was. He had come to see her great qualities and traits over the years he had been her commander. Those traits were why he was deeply in love with Fusou and had been in love with her for a long while. 

"Fusou, I’m here as requested," Ryota called out, waving as he made his way up the stairs. He quickened his pace, closing the distance between them until he was standing next to her. "I see you beat me here and are already working hard, as usual," Ryota added, his tone affectionate and proud.

Fusou paused her sweeping and turned to face Ryota, a gentle smile gracing her lips. “Good morning, Milord. It is only right that I begin the day early with my prayers and duties to the gods.” She smiled as her fingers nimbly brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, her expression softening with fondness. “But knowing you’ve come to help brings me great comfort. With your presence, perhaps today’s prayers will carry even greater weight.”

She gave him a respectful nod before continuing, “Shall we begin with the purification ritual? The gods smile upon those who prepare with sincerity and devotion.”

“Of course, Fusou, I look forward to doing this with you, and I don’t mind taking up Yamashiro’s spot while she is on a mission,” Ryota said with a nod of his head. Having grown up with an elder brother who was a priest, he had come to understand a lot of these spiritual ceremonies. He also knew this meant he got to spend some nice time with just Fusou. “Let’s begin the purification ritual, I am ready to start whenever you are.”

Motioned him to follow her as she took the lead walking into the shrine, before she came to a large area where the cleansing ritual would begin, “Now we shall begin, we shall cleanse ourselves first, then offer our prayers together," she said, her voice soothing yet filled with purpose.

Together, they began the purification process, each step symbolic of preparing themselves spiritually for their prayers. Ryota followed Fusou’s movements with care, matching her reverent attitude. The cold water used for the ritual ran across his hands as he performed the cleansing motions.

When they finished the cleansing ritual, Fusou turned toward Ryota and gently said, “Now that we are purified, we can present our prayers to the gods. Your presence makes this moment more meaningful to me. I am grateful, Milord.”

Ryota smiled softly in return, nodding. “It’s my honor, Fusou. I’ve always admired how much this means to you.” He paused briefly, looking into her eyes before adding, “And I’ll be here with you, not just today, but always.”

Ryota enjoyed the long moments of prayer with Fusou, as he felt a comfort, and warmth spread through him from being just close to her as he knelt by her side. He felt like he belonged there. That he was in the right place in the world with her by his side. He smiled to himself as he prayed as well for her luck, her fortune and their future together. He made sure to keep her in his thoughts at all times and he made sure to pray for her sister as well. He wanted them to have a more fortunate future than she had past. 

As the prayers came to an end, he got to his feet, “Now, thank you for the chance to spend the day with you, Fusou, I am sure you already very much know how I feel about you,” he said with a smile as he looked at her affectionately. 

“Milord,” she whispered, stepping closer to him, “your presence brings me peace. I have always felt blessed to serve under your command, but... it is more than that, isn’t it?” Her smile softened as she paused, choosing her next words carefully. “Your prayers today—our prayers together—they felt more personal, like you were praying for us as much as for the gods.”

Ryota’s eyes softened, and he took her hand gently, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You’re right, Fusou. I’ve been praying for you, for us, for a long time now.” He glanced down, as if gathering his courage, before meeting her gaze again. “I know how important your duties are, and I respect that more than anything. But I also know that I want to be by your side, through all of it.”

Fusou’s heart fluttered. She had always sensed his feelings but hearing them aloud filled her with warmth. “Milord… Ryota,” she said softly, for the first time using his name without the formal title, “I feel the same way. My heart has long been aligned with my prayers, and they have led me to you. Perhaps the gods themselves have blessed our union.”

She glanced shyly at their joined hands, then back up at him. “Shall we... walk together? There is much still to do, but I find that with you here, even the simplest tasks feel lighter.”

Ryota smiled warmly, his heart swelling at her words. He had long admired Fusou's dedication, her gentle spirit, and her quiet strength. Now, to know that she shared his feelings—it made the moment even more perfect. “I would love nothing more than to walk by your side, Fusou. Wherever your path leads, I’ll be there with you.”

Ryota offered her his hand, “I was thinking about walking and seeing the leaves in all their colors, they are very beautiful this autumn,” he reasoned as he offered Fusou his arm to hold. He waited for her to take his arm so they could start their walk.

Fusou and Ryota walked down the stairs and headed down the natural path that was setup near the shrine. The sun rising up adding to the beauty of the moment and the beauty and color of the leaves that were on the many trees around the shrine. As the pair of them walked, Fusou clung softly to Ryota's arm, her touch delicate but comforting. The peaceful setting seemed to encourage a deeper conversation, one that Ryota had been meaning to have for quite some time.

“The leaves really are beautiful this time of year,” Fusou said, her voice gentle as always. “They remind me that even in change, there is beauty.”

Ryota glanced down at her, smiling warmly. “Yes, they do. And it’s even more beautiful walking through them with you.”

Fusou smiled, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly. “You always know just what to say,” she murmured, stealing a quick glance at him. “Milord, did you know that although a miko of the Sakura Empire must dedicate herself to the gods, she is not actually forbidden from romance? As a matter of fact, she is encouraged to find a husband in order to pass down traditions.”

Her words hung in the air between them, delicate but full of meaning. Ryota’s steps slowed slightly, and he turned to look at her more directly. His heart began to race as he considered what she had just revealed. He had always known Fusou’s duties were of utmost importance to her, but to hear that there was no barrier to their relationship—it felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

“Fusou,” Ryota said quietly, his voice deep but tender, “what do you think about… us?” He hesitated, his eyes soft as he gazed at her, hoping that the love he felt for her was clear in his tone and expression.

Fusou stopped walking, turning fully to face him. "Milord, I think that you already know how I feel about you," she declared with a smile as she looked up at him, her soft blue eyes looking up at him as she smiled. "I think you should know that I love you. You are far more than my commander. I feel blessed to have gotten to be with you, to find a person who can walk with me like we are right now in life. Now, Ryota why do you like me so much?" 

Ryota smiled as he figured she might as him that question. "Now, I must say I like you because of your dedication, your kindness, your beauty, how much you care for your sister. I love how hard working and how devoted you are too in your work, and lastly how much you work to help make other people's lives better."

Fusou’s breath caught in her throat, her heart fluttering at his confession. She had always felt it, sensed his feelings, but hearing it aloud made the moment even more real, more special. “Milord…” she whispered, stepping even closer. “Ryota…”

He smiled confident after this morning of exchanges between the two of them. Ryota smiled looking over at her as he knew what he needed to do. "Now, Fusou, I am going to put all my cards on the table with this, but I figure it is worth being honest," he said pausing for a moment. "Fusou, will you marry me."

Fusou was a bit surprised, she kind of saw it coming, but hearing it hit different. She smiled as she felt her eyes fill up with tears of joy as she was so happy to hear the question. She had hoped for a while to hear that question. “Yes, Ryota. I would be honored to be your wife.”

Ryota exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, a smile breaking across his face as he gently pulled her into a warm embrace. “Thank you, Fusou,” he murmured into her hair. “I promise, I will be by your side always, through everything.”

They stayed like that for a long moment, simply holding each other, feeling the weight of their love and the promise of a future together. The cool autumn breeze rustled through the trees around them, the vibrant leaves swirling gently in the air—a beautiful reflection of the change that had just taken place between them.

As they finally pulled away, still holding hands, Ryota smiled warmly. “Shall we continue our walk?” he asked, his tone playful but affectionate.

Fusou nodded, her own smile radiant. “Yes, Milord—no, Ryota. Let’s walk together. We have much to talk about, don’t we?”

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Muse A: Well now, today we have the story of a kansen with no confidence and her new young foreign commander. 

Muse B: This sounds a bit different, what happens? 

Muse A: The commander sees potential in her, despite her rough past. He believes she can turn things around.

Muse B: Oh, so it's one of those stories where she has to find her strength?

Muse A: Exactly. It's not just about battles—it’s about her learning to trust herself again and accepting that her past mistakes don’t define her.

Muse B: I like that. Does she get help along the way?

Muse A: Yes, she’s not alone. The commander and her fellow kansen support her, showing her that she’s capable of much more than she thinks.

Muse B: Sounds heartwarming. I’m curious to see how it unfolds!

Commander Thomas Rockwell had been given an odd assignment, one that he had not seen coming and would never have predicted. As the commander of the Eagle Union, he would never have expected to command a kansen from the Sakura Empire. Yet here he was, with the official orders to command Mogami.

The blonde-haired young man stood with his first opportunity to command a kansen. His green eyes fixed on the order, still wondering for a second if he really was the right person for the job. He thought about all he had read about Mogami. She had a bad history of the absolute worst luck. Before she became a kansen, she had failed her sisters' multiple times, and multiple commanders were done with her. There was no Sakura Empire commander who wanted to have her as his partner. They believed that anyone who got her would end up having horrible luck, cursed and doomed for a terrible fate.

So, the Sakura Empire had used her as the goodwill cross-faction exchange ship. The Eagle Union and the Sakura Empire had not long before been at war. The Eagle Union had defeated the Sakura Empire in many battles, and Mogami had been on the losing side in several of them. Outside of her bad luck and bad service record, there wasn’t much else that he could go on. He figured he’d ignore it to some degree, take things as they were, and support her, figuring out who she really was.

Walking to his office, he thought about calling her up to talk to her. As he walked in, he realized he didn’t need to call her because she was already there. He looked at the dark brown hair of the beautiful woman before him. He noticed how she stood, her posture telling him a whole lot. Standing there, she looked already defeated, her shoulders slumped forward, her eyes on the floor in front of her, biting her bottom lip as she looked down.

Thomas watched her as he stood behind the desk. She didn’t even look up at him. The young man observed her standing in front of his desk, her eyes still fixed on the ground, not turning to look at him when he entered. He could see her uncertainty in her posture and expression. He felt concerned just looking at her. She seemed mentally defeated, crushed by the weight of her past. He knew what his goal was: to save her, to give her hope, and to show her that she wasn’t her past—that she could be great.

“Mogami, I’m your new commander. My name is Thomas Rockwell. It is an honor to meet you,” he said with a firm but gentle tone. “You are the first partner I’ve had, my first kansen to command. I’m very much looking forward to working with you, and I don’t believe any of the stories about you. I believe you’re much greater than you even think you are. I want to prove everyone who thinks negatively about you wrong. Understood?”

Mogami was still very much looking at her feet, biting her lip as she heard the words from her new commander. This American, to whom she had been given because none of her normal commanders wanted to deal with her. That fact hurt her so much. She felt like a failure, a loser—someone who couldn’t do anything right. She felt abandoned by her own people, her heart aching, crushed under the weight of her own losses and defeats.

Her brown eyes looked up at her commander a moment later. This American, this Eagle Union commander. Why had he taken her? Had he been forced to, or had he chosen to? It didn’t matter, she figured. In time, like the others, he would leave her. She felt so inferior to her younger sisters, to the other heavy cruiser kansen. The Eagle Union had so many talented ships, so many skilled warriors like the Baltimore sisters, or Wichita, or even the Pensacola sisters. Yet here he was, commanding her. That very fact gave her a small glimmer of hope—maybe he wasn’t here because he had to be, but because he wanted to, and maybe his words were sincere.

Thomas saw the conflict in her face, evident in the expressions she showed. He didn’t say anything as he watched her. She had beautiful brown eyes and a cute little horn that gave her a bit of an oni look. He could guess what her worries were about, but to make progress, he needed to work with her, and he needed her to believe in him.

“Commander, why did you take me as your kansen?” Mogami asked in a guarded tone, expecting the worst. “Was this order forced upon you, or are you doing this so you can get promoted? Or were you just given extra money to deal with me?”

Thomas could literally hear the dejection in her tone. He could see that she had hit rock bottom, that her spirits were completely crushed, and that she didn’t think much of herself or her future. That information, confirmed completely by her own words, hurt to hear.

“I took this opportunity because it was a chance to work with a kansen. When I took the job, I must admit I knew nothing about you or your tragic history,” Thomas said, informing her honestly. “I wasn’t promised anything to take this job. I didn’t do this because someone forced me to, I did it because I wanted to. Now that I’ve seen you, I can see I have my work cut out for me. However, I know this—the greatest rewards come from the greatest challenges. And I want you to remember this: the glorious sunrise comes after the darkest part of the night. I plan to lead you into that sunrise, Mogami.”

Mogami looked shocked by his words. She couldn’t believe the statement this American had made. It was so bold, so outlandish, and yet, the tone made her heart flutter a bit, and her spirit felt that small sliver of hope grow. Could he do what he said, or were they just pretty words to get her on his side? She wasn’t sure. She wasn’t sure what the future with him would hold.

Yet, the look in his eyes, the determination that echoed in his words, the seriousness of his posture—he wasn’t messing around. He wasn’t saying something half-hearted. He was putting his heart into his words, his eyes shining with a strength she had never seen in her previous commanders. She felt herself resonate with his plea.

“Are you sure about that?” she asked, as if tossing out her own lifeline, hoping Thomas would pick up on her desperation, her desire to prove herself, to show that she could be more than a failure and a loser. Her eyes focused on his, trying to look deeper into his soul, to get a complete read of the man who was going to be her new commander. This strange American, with his bravado and confidence—was he the right one to trust with her future?

“Of course!” he said firmly, loudly, with a grin on his lips. “I am going to work with you from now on, and we are going to be the best. It won’t be easy, but I’m sure we both will put in the effort to change how people see you, and we’ll make this partnership something special and precious. I’ll be here, come hell or high water, and we will win. Got it? We will win against all the challenges before us!”

The power and certainty of his words hit home as Mogami looked at this blonde-haired young man. His confidence, his charisma, his determination—they reached her in a way she never thought possible. She could almost see the future in her mind’s eye, one where she was successful, where she was seen as a worthy ship of the Sakura Empire, not a loser and complete failure.

“Understood,” she said, standing at attention. She had read about how Americans saluted, and she gave him her best attempt. “I will do whatever it takes. I don’t want to be seen as a failure. I don’t want to feel like a failure. I don’t want to be a failure,” she declared, her eyes still focused on him, the world fading away from her mind. To her, it was only her and him. “I will work as hard as it takes to do this.”

Normally, she would say something self-deprecating, a line about her failures. But that didn’t seem right, at least not in this moment. It was far too serious. She didn’t break eye contact as she stood there.

Thomas smiled as he saw her seriousness. He could tell there was still a flatness in her tone, a lack of emotion on the surface. It showed in the mostly monotone voice she had. Yet, it was a step. He knew that for her to advance, she had to believe she could. She couldn’t be self-defeating; she couldn’t lose every fight and challenge before they even took place. He knew well that she had to believe she could win before it was even a possibility.

“Okay, then we’ll do this together. We’ll learn together, make mistakes together, improve from those mistakes, and I’ll be here to stay with you. That is my promise,” he said as he quickly wrote something on a piece of paper, letting Mogami stand there in front of him as he did so.

Minutes passed as Mogami had no clue what he was writing. She didn’t want to look at it until it was presented to her. As he wrote, she grew curious. This American was a bit odd and different from the usual Sakura Empire Japanese commanders she was used to.

Thomas smiled as he finished writing the document. It was a simple one. The document read: I hereby declare that I, Thomas Rockwell, will work with and help you, Mogami, to make the most of your future. I will stand by your side and support you. I will work with you through thick and thin. I will accept failures and work to turn them into successes. You, Mogami, will trust me and work with me. You will do your best to be the best kansen that I know you can be, and together we will do great things and overcome every single challenge that stands before us.

He pushed the document across the table so Mogami could read it. Mogami looked at the document, she could see Thomas wrote in her own native language. A sign of how serious he was, as well as his own language. She could see his neat and organized writing, a sign of who he was. She felt a surge of determination swell within herself. 

“Okay,” she said, glancing at him. “Just don’t…”

“Mogami,” Thomas interrupted gently but firmly, “I will, of course, expect the best from you, and you should expect the best from me too.” 

Thomas looked at her with a smile as he knew that if he hadn't stopped her, she would have said something self-depreciating. He was not going to have that, he was going to remind her again and again, as he knew that doing such things would only harm her chances for this comeback in life.

Thomas rose from his chair and quietly walked over to Mogami's side of the desk and stood next to her. He quietly patted her on the back as he looked at the document, smiling as he saw that she had signed it herself.

"Now, good. I’ll get that framed, and it’ll be up in my office from now on." He smiled warmly. "I am sure it is going to be a hell of a challenge, but those challenges are always the most fun, Mogami, and as I said, the most rewarding to complete." 

Mogami stood there as she felt the warmth of his words, the confidence in his tone. He was so prideful, so determined, and she liked it. She liked having this man as her commander and they hadn't done anything else other than met. She felt her heart even flutter a bit at his bravado, his confidence, feeling this unspoken connection to him. 

“Okay, Mogami, since I’m new to this part, would you mind showing me around?" Thomas asked with a warm smile. "We can talk, plan out our training, and get to know each other better as we go."

He knew there was much for him to learn, and as they moved forward together, he hoped to grow stronger—strong enough to help Mogami shoulder the burdens she carried. More than that, he hoped to be the partner she could rely on through it all.

Mogami hesitated for a moment, glancing at him before nodding. “Sure,” she said quietly, still unsure if she could trust the hope building inside her. "I'll show you around."

There was a hint of uncertainty in her voice, but beneath that, a flicker of something more—a willingness to try. She hadn’t felt this way in a long time, and though it made her nervous, she couldn’t deny the small comfort Thomas’s presence brought. Maybe, with him, she could find a way to prove herself.

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Muse A: Another power couple story incoming, and the great black dragon herself, New Jersey is in this one

Muse B: I know her, she is so cool, I hope she has a happy story.

Muse A: Trust me, she’s got the charm and strength to back it up. And guess what? She’s about to make a big decision that changes everything.

Muse B: Ooh, a life-changing moment? I’m intrigued! Is there a special someone involved?

Muse A: Absolutely! Her commander is the perfect match. He knows just how to surprise his woman.

Commander Marcus Franklin was one of the best commanders in all of the Eagle Union and the entire Azur Lane. He was calm, collected, focused, and hardworking. A man of great competence, he was tall with well-kept short blonde hair and sharp, striking royal blue eyes. He looked the part of a Hollywood action hero. Dressed immaculately, nothing was ever out of place.

To the outside world, he was the natural hero and leader of the Eagle Union's greatest battleship. Yet to the said kansen, he was just Marcus—the kind, sweet, and sometimes goofy partner they couldn’t live without. For New Jersey, her one and only commander was him, and for Marcus, New Jersey was his one and only kansen. Together, they took turns leading as one of the pillars of the Eagle Union.

That morning, Marcus was just finishing up getting ready. He wasn’t quite sure what he was going to do today, but he figured he would be interrupted by New Jersey, who would inevitably visit him and derail whatever plans he had for the day.

Looking outside, he saw the sun rising above the ocean in the distance. He could already feel the warmth of the morning through the window. It was going to be a hot one, so he figured he should dress accordingly. Marcus quickly prepared himself, pulling on some old black shorts and an old T-shirt, then slipping into black-and-white sneakers and socks. He knew that if New Jersey came over, they would likely end up doing a fair bit of walking.

As he tied his shoes, he heard a knock on the door and knew exactly who it was before he even walked over. It was the same person it always was: his precious "honey bunny," New Jersey herself.

Walking confidently and calmly to the door, he opened it and gave her a smile, looking at the blue-haired beauty before him. “You’re about on time, as usual,” he teased slightly, a small smile on his lips.

"Of course I’m on time! You know I wouldn't leave my favorite commander waiting," she teased, stepping closer as her smile softened into something more affectionate. She reached out, brushing her hand lightly over his shoulder, her gaze filled with warmth as she looked up at him. "Besides, what kind of battleship would I be if I didn’t keep track of when my Commander needs me?"

She then leaned in, resting her head briefly on his chest, her voice dropping to a more tender tone. "You know I’d never miss a chance to spend time with you, Marcus. You're my one and only too."

She pulled back just a bit, her usual boldness returning as she winked. "Now, are you ready for another day with the best ship in the fleet? I've got some plans for us, and they don't involve you hiding in that room all day!"

“Oh, I know you have a plan for today, I have a plan as well,” he said with a knowing smile, “That should add a bit of a kick to the fun of the day,” he said a bit cryptically as he looked at her. He knew that his addition would add an element that would make it memorable for her, for a very long time.

“So, led the way, I am here to spend the day with you, and I think it is your turn to pick out the activities,” he added after a moment, giving her a smile as he offered the beautiful voluptuous and powerful kansen his arm.

New Jersey’s eyes sparkled with intrigue at his cryptic words, her curiosity clearly piqued. New Jersey so very much loved her surprises, and she knew if it was Marcus, it was not simple. She knew that his surprises always made her the most happy. That he could always catch her off guard in the best possible ways.

“Oh, you’ve got a plan, huh?” She smirked, crossing her arms in playful defiance for a moment before giving in to her excitement. “Well, now you’ve got me even more pumped for today!”

Moving closer and pressing against him slightly on purpose, New Jersey managed to slip her arm around his, with grace as she smiled looking at him. “So, I kind of forgot to plan out the activities for today, so how about we wing it, take in things as they come at us, honey?”

She paused as he leaned against him a little bit, enjoying the strength that he offered and leaning against his shoulder. “Now, I am sure you can think up something great, you are the clever commander, I so depend upon, after all.”

Marcus thought about what they could do. It was a lovely warm day outside and would be nice to be outside. However, as he walked with New Jersey hand in hand, he looked up to see a store that specialized in selling sunglasses. 

“How about we start with a visit to that store,” he reasoned as he looked at her, “I think you would look good in a new pair of shades, and it has been rather sunny and bright. So, a new pair of shades would do you some good, I don’t mind treating either, honey bunny.”

"New shades, huh?" She glanced over at the store he pointed out, her blue hair catching the sunlight as she tilted her head slightly. "You trying to make us look even more unstoppable together, Commander?" She gave a cheeky wink, clearly loving the idea.

"Alright, I'm game," she said, her energy vibrant as ever. "But don’t blame me when we look so good that every other shipgirl in the port gets jealous." Her teasing tone was laced with affection, and she leaned into him a little more as they strolled toward the shop.

“Well, I think they are already jealous of you, New Jersey, and all the other commanders are jealous, I have the best girl in the whole of the port, the sweet and indomitable black dragon at my side,” he said with pride as he walked into the store with her. Giving her a playful wink as he knew that they fit just so perfectly. He saw the numerous fancy shades they had lined up to look at on the shelves and in the cabinets. 

New Jersey beamed at his words, her heart fluttering as Marcus spoke with that mix of pride and affection that made her feel like the most cherished shipgirl in all of Azur Lane. "Well, aren't you just the smoothest, Commander," she said with a playful smirk, though the warmth in her eyes betrayed how much his words meant to her.

She walked beside him into the store, her hand still intertwined with his as she scanned the rows of sunglasses with keen interest. "You really know how to make a girl feel special, don’t you?" she teased, glancing up at him with a grin that showed just how much she loved hearing him say things like that.

Her eyes flicked over the fancy shades, lingering on a sleek pair with mirrored lenses. She picked them up, giving Marcus a sly glance as she slipped them on. "What do you think, Commander?" she asked, striking a little pose. "Am I looking combat-ready or just too cool for the battlefield now?"

Looking at her in the lovely very techy looking sleek glasses he smiled as he nodded his head, “Yeah, they look good on you, they look to cool for the battlefield, but hey kicking ass while looking cool, is your thing, so it could work,” he reason with an affectionate tone to his voice as he found a simple pair of aviator sunglasses and put them on. 

New Jersey grinned as she admired herself in the mirror, tilting her head to the side and loving how the glasses looked on her. "Kicking ass while looking cool? That is my thing, huh?" she chuckled, turning her gaze back to Marcus, her eyes sparkling with affection behind the lenses.

As he slipped on the aviators, she took a step closer, playfully adjusting them on his face. "Well, Commander, looks like we're a perfect match—I'll bring the firepower, and you bring the style." She gave him a teasing smirk, stepping back to admire how they both looked.

"You know, we could totally walk into the command room like this and turn some heads. Might even make some of those other commanders think twice about challenging the best team in the fleet." Her voice was playful, but there was a genuine warmth behind it. To her, Marcus wasn’t just her commander—he was her partner, her other half. And moments like this reminded her just how much she loved every second with him.

"Think these will help me intimidate the Sakura Empire or the Iron Blood if we run into them?" she asked with a wink, clearly enjoying the idea of turning heads both on and off the battlefield.

“Maybe so, but there is something you should have that would really make them intimidated,” he said with a grin, “and all the shipgirls super duber jealous of you, honey,” he said with a grin on his lips as he looked at her, “I was going to wait to give this to you, but, I think now might work best.”

New Jersey raised a brow, curiosity and excitement flashing in her eyes. "Oh? What could that be, Commander?" she asked, her teasing tone giving way to genuine intrigue as she stepped closer to him, her heart racing slightly. It wasn’t often Marcus surprised her like this, and whenever he did, it always left her floored.

She folded her arms and leaned in, her playful demeanor not fading but tempered by a soft warmth. "You know you’ve already got me wrapped around your finger, right? You don’t need to make all the other girls jealous," she said with a light chuckle, though her anticipation was clear.

Her mind raced through the possibilities, but knowing Marcus, it was bound to be something thoughtful and personal—something that would mean the world to her. "So, what’s this big surprise? You’ve got me hooked."

“Then I best not disappoint my beautiful honey bunny,” he teased slightly, as he looked at her taking a deep breath, before he went into action.

Marcus moved quickly as his fingers slipped into his pocket. He had been preparing for such a moment like this for a while. He felt a bit nervous, but he knew she accepted him, and things would go right. He still felt nervous though, because this was still a massive moment in his life.

Getting down on one knee in the middle of the store. He pulled out the small box, opening it so that she could see the diamond ring that was inside, it was an engagement ring, “Now, New Jersey, will you be my wife?” he declared, his blue eyes looking up at the beautiful kansen with a confident smile, that hid any of his nervousness.

New Jersey’s eyes widened as she looked at the beautiful gold and diamond ring that was in Marcus’ outstretched hand. She should have seen this coming. She should have known that he would do something like this. However, she had been more prepared for a moment like this. She was the great New Jersey, and yet in that moment she felt like a normal woman, being proposed to, by the man of her dreams.

She looked down at him, the confidence on his gaze, she knew was only so deep. That he was being so brave to make such a request, to ask her to be his wife. She knew that his heart was beating as fast as her own at that moment. Yet, she smiled confidently as she nodded her head.

“Honey! Of course I will, I always wanted this!” She declared loudly not caring at all if others heard her declaration, “I want more than anything to be your wife, and for you to be my husband. So, the answer is simple honey, I say yes, and I want to spend the rest of our lives together, you and me honey.”

Marcus felt the relief of the answer, of hearing New Jersey agree to be his wife. He slid the ring on her finger as he felt a sense of joy and affection wash over him. He had made his declaration, and it had been accepted completely by his beloved.

A moment later, he rose up and hugged her tightly pressed against her as he pressed his lips against her own, in an affectionate and passionate kiss. The world fading from around them as the fact they were in the middle of the store didn’t matter to either of them as the kiss lingered for a moment.

“Then this day has already been a success, my love, my honey bunny,” he declared as he smiled. He said as he walked over holding her hand to pay for the sunglasses, “Now let’s just go for a walk and enjoy this joy.”

“Sounds good honey, it is a lovely day for a walk with my fiancé,” she added with a smile as she looked at her ring

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Muse A: This is a big honeymoon date for a pair of lucky people.

Muse B: Romance under the moonlight with an idea for a bigger future.

Muse A: Yep, very much so, as the beautiful Napoli isn’t just settled with being the wife, she wants more.

Muse B: Oh, so this will be a big night for both of them then it sounds like.

Commander Luigi Barra was dressed to the nines as he walked with his new wife, Napoli. His hand rested around her waist, and he gave her a warm smile. The tall, dark-haired Italian commander had just oathed his partner and right-hand girl, Napoli, and they had a week off to spend however they wished—away from the base, away from work, and together on their honeymoon.

The two were enjoying their time in Naples, Italy, after spending the day exploring the ruins of Pompeii and marveling at the ancient city's remains. Napoli had taken great pride in showing him around, and he smiled, thinking about the wonderful time they'd had.

As they approached the waterfront restaurant where they planned to have dinner, Commander Barra admired the view. The place was renowned as one of the best in the entire city, not only for its cuisine but for the breathtaking scenery from their pre-arranged table. Being the head commander of the Azur Lane forces in the Mediterranean had its perks, including securing the best seats in town.

"It’s a lovely night," the dark-haired commander remarked, his onyx eyes glancing at Napoli from the corner of his eye. He held her close as they strolled toward the charming, classic café, its traditional Italian design adding to the romantic atmosphere.

Napoli, dressed in a shimmering green gown that complemented her elegance and the night's atmosphere, gave him a soft, yet confident smile. Her violet eyes gleamed as she gazed at the water, reflecting both the moonlight and her pride in their shared heritage. The green of her dress matched the green of her eyes perfectly as she stood next to her beloved commander, content with how things were. She was now the woman of the man of her dreams, and she was proud about the fact. 

She gave him a small smile as she nodded her head thinking about his words. A small smile gracing her lips as she felt so confident. “It is indeed a beautiful night, and a great night for enjoying ourselves. I do so love my namesake city,” she said proudly as her eyes looked out at the sea for a moment. “The moon is even blessing us tonight, Luigi,” she said as she looked at the front entrance of the grand cafe. 

“Good, it is nice to be here with you, for the first time,” Luigi said as he was from the North of Italy and had never been down to the south before. He had been looking forward to this trip, and because he wanted to see this glorious city, but also so he could spend time with his new wife. He knew this place was important to her and a place she felt pride in. He wanted to allow her to take it all in and enjoy it as much as possible.

“Now, our seat is upstairs on the flat room, it is open for tonight for us, because of the ideal weather,” Luigi added in as he walked with her through the warm and inviting cafe to a old pair of stairs that went up to the second and then the third level where they would have a high vantage point of the city around the cafe. 

Napoli's smile grew as she listened to Luigi's words, her heart swelling with pride and affection for her husband. The fact that her beloved husband, from Genoa, had never been to the south of the nation made this special for her. It was her chance to show off her home, and to make him see what she saw when she came to her namesake city. She felt such pride and she wanted to show him the best so much. She wanted to help him see what made the city so very special and important to her. The streets of Naples, alive with laughter and soft music, seemed to shimmer under the light of the crescent moon.

She glanced at him, her violet eyes full of warmth. "I'm glad you're here, Luigi. Naples is a city with so much history, but this time, it feels more alive... because I'm with you." Her words were laced with affection as she lightly leaned her head against his shoulder for a moment as they continued walking.

The two of them reached the front of the cafe, as they walked through the beautiful, elegant cafe, they walked through the first floor as they could smell the amazing aroma of the freshly made Italian food that was being enjoyed and being cooked. The two walking to the staircase that led to the top of the building where they would have their meal. As they walked Napoli couldn't but notice the small things that were small signs of her home city, as well as the old pictures on the wall that fit the cafe and its classic look. 

Walking out onto the beautiful terrace, the area was beautiful with lamps lighting the one table that was reserved for VIP guests. From the top they could see the whole of the bay of Naples. It was spread before them with various boats in harbor, and with the shops and places to eat and rest and part along the coast. It was beautiful and in the opposite direction, Vesuvius loomed towering over the city, and above that the moon shinned down upon it all.

Looking over the terrace, Napoli gently squeezed Luigi's arm, her gaze transfixed on the view. "It's even more beautiful than I imagined," she murmured. "Thank you for this, Luigi... for everything. I couldn’t imagine a more perfect honeymoon than being here with you."

Luigi smiled, his onyx eyes reflecting the warmth he felt for her. "You deserve nothing less, Napoli. This city may be beautiful, but it pales in comparison to you." He pulled out her chair for her with a gentlemanly gesture, guiding her to their private table as the waiter approached with a welcoming smile.

As they sat down, Napoli’s heart was full. She had fought alongside him as a shipgirl, faced danger on the seas, and now she sat with him as his partner, his wife. Everything felt right. They were no longer just allies—they were companions for life.

As they looked out at the city, glasses of fine Italian wine were placed before them, and Napoli raised hers in a toast. Her violet eyes gleamed under the moonlight as she spoke, her voice filled with sincerity. "To us, Luigi. To our future together, may it be as bright as the stars tonight and as timeless as this city."

Luigi raised his glass, his smile soft but full of emotion. "To us," he echoed, their glasses clinking lightly, the sound of a delicate melody against the backdrop of the softly lapping waves.

Napoli’s smile lingered as she lowered her glass, her violet eyes momentarily flickering away to gaze at the view again, but it was clear she had something else on her mind. Her heart was steady, though she felt a small flutter of excitement—a feeling that had been growing inside her for some time now. The warmth of the night, their perfect evening together, and the depth of their connection had finally given her the courage to say what she had been thinking for a while.

She glanced back at Luigi, his dark, onyx eyes reflecting the light of the moon and the gentle ambiance of the restaurant. Napoli admired how calm and composed he always was, how he made her feel secure not only on the battlefield but also in moments like this. She felt proud of their partnership, both in work and in love, and now she was ready for something more.

Napoli looked at her dark-haired husband, as she gathered herself. Saying what she was going to wasn't that easy. Yet to get what she wanted she had to do so.

"Luigi, dear," she said softly as she reached over pressing her hand over his own as her violet eyes looked into his onyx ones. She smiled as she found confidence from looking into his beautiful dark eyes. "There is something really important that I want to talk to you about, Luigi."

He looked at her with a curious yet affectionate expression, waiting for her to continue.

Napoli took a small breath, feeling the weight of her words but knowing this was the right moment. "Being here with you, in my namesake city, has made me realize how much this all means to me... to us. We've built something together, something strong, something that can last." Her violet eyes shimmered as she spoke, each word carrying the weight of her feelings. “And... I want to take the next step with you.”

Luigi’s gaze softened, clearly understanding her sentiment, though he remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

“I’ve been thinking about the future, about us,” she said, her voice still strong but with a hint of vulnerability. “I want us to start a family, Luigi. To build something even greater than what we already have.” Napoli's eyes searched his face, her tone steady but filled with a heartfelt sincerity. “I want to create a life with you, to raise children together. I want them to grow up knowing the same love and strength that we’ve shared.”

Her words hung in the air for a moment, and she gave him a small, hopeful smile, her hand still resting on his. “What do you think, my dear Commander? Is that something you could see for our future?”

Luigi was surprised that she had said it. It had been a thought, but he wasn’t sure if she would want it or not. He couldn’t help but feel joy wash over him as he thought about that. Of course, the obvious pleasure and passion that had to happen for there to be kids. Yet, more over the warmth, affection, the idea of having someone to share his ideas, his thoughts and to support. 

Someone one to carry his own name to the future, but in their own way as they would be their legacy. It was something that he wasn’t against, but it was something that he thought he would have to bring up and didn’t expect for Napoli to be the one to bring up in this meal. 
“Okay, lets us do that, let us enjoy this meal, and this city as much as we can, but then let us let out passions show when we can and let us work towards the end, to having a family that will be filled with the love that you and I already possess, and have together. May we be a blessing to the next generation.”

As he spoke, she could feel the depth of his affection and the sincerity behind his agreement. He wasn’t just saying yes to the idea; he was embracing the thought of a future filled with love, legacy, and shared passion. The warmth between them, so natural and so effortless, had now blossomed into something even greater—a promise for their future together.

Napoli gave a soft, radiant smile, her violet eyes shimmering with happiness. She gently squeezed his hand, leaning in just a little closer. "You don’t know how happy that makes me, Luigi," she said, her voice a blend of warmth and excitement. "I’ve always dreamed of building a life with you, something that’s truly ours. To raise children with your strength and wisdom, and with the love we share… it feels like the perfect next step."

Her smile widened as she glanced out at the beautiful view surrounding them—the sea, the city, the night sky—everything felt like it had aligned perfectly for this moment. “We’ll enjoy every moment, just like tonight,” she added, a playful yet heartfelt gleam in her eyes. “But I’m also excited to see what the future holds for us, for the family we’ll create.”

She leaned in, her lips brushing against his cheek in a soft, tender kiss. "To us, to our future, my dear Commander," she whispered, feeling the closeness between them deepen even further.

The romantic setting, the perfect meal, and the night’s serenity felt like a backdrop to the new chapter they were about to embark on—a journey of love, passion, and family.

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Muse A: Alright, picture this—two strong-willed personalities stranded on a beautiful, remote beach. You think they’re just gonna relax?

Muse B: Hmm, let me guess—one of them has a softer side they don’t show often?

Muse A: Exactly! And the other? Well, let's just say they’re very… persistent in bringing that softness out.

Muse B: I see where this might be going. So, we’re talking romance with a bit of tension, right?

Muse A: Oh, more than a bit! The playful back-and-forth between them is as much a battlefield as the ones they’re used to.

Commander Ito Samai leaned back on the beach chair, his fingers tracing the floral pattern of his vibrant kimono as he watched the gentle waves lap against the shore. Today felt like the perfect day for Kawakaze’s birthday getaway. He thought back to how tirelessly she had worked in the recent battles, her determined spirit unwavering against the Sirens. Even if she didn’t openly express it, he could tell the strain had been weighing on her, and he was glad to give her a well-deserved break.

He chuckled to himself, imagining her reaction to the island retreat and his flamboyant kimono—a direct contrast to her reserved nature. Though she’d probably give him one of her classic, slightly annoyed glances, he knew she appreciated his cheerfulness in her own way.

A small smile crossed his face as he saw Kawakaze approaching, carrying a pair of drinks in her hands. Even in this relaxed setting, she moved with that same quiet grace, her piercing blue eyes scanning her surroundings with an air of vigilance, the black-tipped fox tail swaying with each step. She seemed surprised to find him gazing at her so fondly, and he could almost sense her trying to suppress a smile.

“Thank you, Kawakaze,” he said warmly, taking one of the drinks from her. “I know this isn’t really your kind of day, but… happy birthday. You’ve more than earned this.” He lifted his glass in a small toast.

She looked away, though he noticed the faintest hint of a blush. “I’m only here because of your insistence, Commander,” she replied coolly. “But… thank you.” There was an unspoken warmth in her words that made him smile all the more.

The two sipped their drinks quietly, the vibrant colors of the island reflecting in Kawakaze’s calm, blue gaze. For once, neither of them felt the weight of battle or duty. In this moment, it was just the two of them—two souls finding solace in each other's presence.

“Now, birthday girl,” Ito commented with a playful tone his dark eyes focused upon Kawakaze. “I think you deserve a gift from me,” he said as he pulled out a necklace made of jade and onyx and placed it quickly around her neck as she was looking away from him.

Kawakaze stiffened for a moment as she felt the cool touch of jade and onyx settle against her collarbone. Her hand instinctively rose to touch the necklace, fingers tracing the smooth, polished stones that now adorned her neck. For a moment, her expression softened, and a flicker of surprise showed in her blue eyes as she turned to face Commander Ito.

“Ito…” she started, her voice unusually quiet. “You really didn’t have to…”

“I know I didn’t,” he said with a warm smile, shrugging slightly. “But I wanted to. You’ve done so much. I figured a reminder of how special you are was long overdue.” He tilted his head, watching her reaction with a gentle, sincere gaze. 

Kawakaze looked at the horizon, the beautiful sky and smile, her eyes not really looking at anything in particular. She just thought about the kindness and the man who had given her this lovely gift, that meant so much to her. "This, um Ito..It is more than I figured you would get," she admitted quietly, "It is really nice too," she admitted with a small, tiny smile for a brief moment on her lips.

Seeing the softened expression on her face, Ito laughed lightly. “Well, just think of it as a token from a fool who likes to keep his favorite Kansen happy,” he teased, though his tone held warmth. 

Kawakaze turned to him with a faintly exasperated sigh, but her expression softened as she held his gaze. “Then… thank you,” she said quietly, her voice almost a whisper. “I’ll keep it close, Commander.”

And for a moment, the calm of the tropical paradise enveloped them, the necklace glinting softly in the sunlight—a silent promise between them of loyalty, strength, and perhaps something more.

Noticing the slight wince Ito made as he shifted on the lounge chair, Kawakaze's sharp eyes narrowed. She folded her arms, her voice turning crisp with determination.

“Commander, you’re injured,” she stated, her gaze unwavering. 

Ito chuckled, waving a dismissive hand. “Ah, it’s just a little sore from the last battle. Nothing to worry about—”

“Turn around,” she cut him off, her tone brooking no argument. “You’re in no condition to brush this off. I’ll handle it.”

Ito blinked in surprise, her unexpected offer catching him off guard. “Are you sure? I mean, it’s not really necessary—”

“It is necessary,” Kawakaze replied firmly, her fingers already reaching for his shoulders as he turned hesitantly. “You’re not invincible, Commander, even if you insist on acting like it.”

Her hands settled on his back, and Ito was amazed by the strength in her touch, her fingers finding the sore spots with surprising precision. She was silent as she worked, her usual composed expression now focused as she massaged his tense muscles. Gradually, Ito felt the tightness begin to ease, his body relaxing under her care.

“Feeling better?” she asked quietly, her tone softer but still carrying that hint of authority.

Ito exhaled with a smile. “Much better. I think you’ve got quite the talent for this.”

“Don’t get used to it,” she replied, her voice laced with a faint trace of amusement. “I’m only doing this because you’re… important to the fleet.” She hesitated, her cheeks flushing slightly, before adding, “And maybe to me as well.”

Ito’s smile softened as he glanced over his shoulder to meet her gaze. “Then I’ll consider myself lucky, Kawakaze. Thank you.”

Kawakaze looked away, a small, rare smile playing on her lips as she continued the massage, her fingers steady yet gentle—a touch reserved just for him.

He relaxed, enjoying the effects of Kawakaze on his back. He had hurt it by overworking and had as normal done his best to ignore it as he wanted to be out with Kawakaze. He looked forward, “This is really something given where we started, I don’t you trusted me when we first met,” he teased as he knew that she was very serious and was sure she was rather skeptical of him. He had to prove himself to her. He closed his eyes as he smiled thinking about how much they had grown, and their relationship had changed over the years. 

Kawakaze’s fingers paused for just a moment before she resumed, her touch remaining steady but thoughtful.

“You’re not wrong, Commander,” she replied quietly, a hint of reminiscence coloring her usually composed tone. “I thought you were… impulsive, and far too cheerful for this line of work. I wasn’t sure if I could trust you with my life, let alone the fleet.”

Ito chuckled softly, eyes still closed, recalling those days. “I think it took a lot of extra battle reports and maybe a few sleepless nights to convince you otherwise.”

Kawakaze let out a faint sigh, though there was a softness in her voice. “You were insistent. Dedicated. And… I can’t deny you’ve proven yourself time and again.” Her hands eased the remaining tension in his shoulders, as though her words themselves carried a release of years’ worth of guardedness.

“I’ve come to rely on you as much as you rely on me, Commander,” she added, almost a whisper. “You’ve changed the way I see things… and people.”

Ito opened his eyes, smiling at the admission, feeling the depth of their connection in her gentle touch and the quiet words that had taken years to unfold.

Looking back at Kawakaze, he had a brief grin as he moved quickly to pin Kawakaze against the beach, leaning it back as he did so, putting his arms on either side of her to keep her from escaping from him. “Gatcha,” he teased before he pressed his lips against her forehead, and then against her own lips for a moment.

When he kissed her forehead, her cheeks flushed, and when his lips brushed hers, a rare softness melted her usual stoic composure. For a moment, she lay there in stunned silence, her hand instinctively rising to touch his shoulder, as if confirming he was real.

"You’re impossible," she muttered, a hint of exasperation mingling with a faint smile. “One day, you’re going to pay for this, Commander.”

Ito only chuckled, the light teasing glint still in his eyes. “Worth the risk, wouldn’t you say?”

Kawakaze’s gaze softened, and she let out a sigh that was half-resigned, half-content. "Maybe,” she whispered, the smallest smile curving her lips as she relaxed into the moment.

“We shall see on that front I think,” he added playfully as he moved next to her on the lovely beach chair, leaned back its feet out so they were laying next to each other, his arm pulling her close to himself, as he agile moved into the right position next to her to snuggle up to her. “I think a nice little bit of comfort is good, for us, tonight we can see where things go, and I think tonight you shall have a lovely birthday meal from your lovely and caring commander, Kawakaze, my dear.”

Kawakaze settled beside him, allowing herself to relax as he wrapped an arm around her. For once, she didn’t resist the closeness, and she leaned into him with a sigh that spoke of a rare, quiet contentment.

"You’re too persistent for your own good, Commander," she murmured, though the faint smile on her lips betrayed the fondness behind her words. She glanced up at him, her blue eyes softer than usual. “But… I suppose there are worse ways to spend a birthday.”

He chuckled, his thumb tracing gentle circles against her shoulder as he looked out at the sunset sinking into the horizon. “Tonight’s just the start. I figured if anyone deserves to be treated like royalty for a night, it’s my favorite Kansen.”

Kawakaze gave him a sidelong glance, her usual stern expression softened with an affection she didn’t often show. “Don’t get too used to me being this cooperative,” she said, though her tone held a touch of playfulness. “But… for tonight, I’ll allow it.”

As the waves lapped softly against the shore, the two of them lay side by side, the warm glow of the sunset reflecting on the water—a quiet, unspoken understanding between them, and a birthday Kawakaze would never forget.

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Muse A: Two strong willed, competent people having fun and making a bet.

Muse B: This could get interesting, I imagine the bet will be telling correct?

Muse A: Yep, they both know what they want, the question is who will led the way.

Muse B: Oh, I see, that should be most interesting, I am rather curious to see how it plays out.

Muse A: You will have to wait and see; I think it should be a good story. It is a sure-fire way no matter what to spice up a board game

Admiral Sengero sat across a beautiful and elaborate bored with white pieces on his side and black piece by the side of his right-hand woman and kansen Musashi.

They had worked together for so long that they had a partnership that was a bedrock for the whole Sakura Empire. The confident, proud, skilled silver haired Sengero looked over at Musashi. “So, what do you want the stakes of this game to be this time, Mr dear?” He asked with a rather playful and mischievous tone.

Musashi’s gaze lingered on the chessboard for a moment, her lips curving into a subtle smile. Her dark purple fox ears twitched ever so slightly, a sign of her amusement at his playful tone. "Ah, stakes, you say?" she replied with a hint of mystery, her eyes flickering with intrigue. "Then let us make it something… interesting, Admiral."

She leaned in slightly, her presence both calming and commanding. "If you win, I shall grant you one favor of your choosing. But if I emerge victorious"—her smile grew, rich with confidence—"you will indulge me with an evening where you are forbidden from giving orders or directions. Instead, you’ll simply follow where I lead."

Sengero chuckled, his silver eyes gleaming with amusement. “A tempting challenge indeed. Let’s see if I can still surprise you after all these years, my dear.” With a grin, he moved his first piece, the game officially began, each move carrying the weight of a rivalry steeped in trust and understanding.

Sengero smiled as they were playing a new game from a gift he had gotten from the Royal Navy’s own Illustrious. Sengero smiled as he knew this was new to them both, but both knew the rules of this game, Reversi.

Sengero also knew Musashi got a bit possessive and jealous when he was around the beautiful women of the other factions as he was her commander alone. 

He placed his first white stone piece to start the game. “You know if I win and if you win the end result will most likely be the exact same right,” he teased. “The only change is the one calling the shots.”

Musashi raised a delicate brow, her fingers hovering over the board as she considered his words and his opening move. "Is that so?" she replied, her tone laced with a sly challenge. "Then perhaps I should ensure the victory is mine, if only to remind you of your rightful place beside me." Her gaze, calm yet intense, lingered on him for a moment longer than necessary, a hint of possessiveness glinting in her golden eyes.

With a smooth motion, she placed her black stone on the board, capturing several of his pieces. "Though, I must admit," she continued, her voice softening into a playful murmur, "the idea of following your lead is… intriguing." 

The way she played the game—every move deliberate, calculated—was a reminder of the dynamic they shared. She wanted him to know she was fully aware of the glances he might receive from others, but that, in the end, he was hers to protect, to follow, and to challenge. "Besides," she added with a smirk, "if this game shows anything, it's that even the smallest move can shift the balance. Wouldn't you agree, Admiral?"

“But of course, my dear,” Sengero said as his crimson eyes looked into Musashi’s golden ones. His confidence and pride there as the experienced commander and leader smiled. 

“It also shows that forethought and preparation is better than being reactionary and depending on luck and fate to bail you out,” he added as they continued their game which was as much a dance of their own strong wills, great pride, and strong minds as anything else.

Musashi met his gaze, her own pride and will mirrored in those brilliant golden eyes as she matched his confidence with her own resolute calm. "Forethought and preparation… yes, those are the marks of a true leader," she acknowledged, her tone warm but tinged with the slightest edge. "But even the best-laid plans need the strength to adapt when fate deals an unexpected hand."

She placed another piece on the board, claiming a line of white stones with a graceful move. The game was becoming more than just a test of strategy—it was an exchange, a silent dialogue where every move revealed something about them both. Their years of shared experience, their unshakable trust, and the subtle tension of their dynamic were woven into the rhythm of play.

"Still," she murmured, her voice softening as she leaned in, "luck and fate might be fickle allies, but they have their charm… as do certain opponents." A teasing smile played at her lips. "Wouldn't you agree, Admiral?"

“Yes, like when we first got together it was both luck and fate which gave me the most beautiful and capable woman to be at my side. It was also my hard work and dedication that gave me the skills to command such a unique woman and work with her as I have over these many years.”

Musashi’s expression softened, her golden eyes warming as she absorbed his words, a rare and unguarded appreciation in her gaze. "Such charm, Admiral," she murmured, her voice a blend of amusement and something deeper, a sentiment she rarely allowed others to glimpse. "Luck and fate may have led our paths to cross, but it is indeed your resilience and strength that have kept me by your side."

She placed another piece, but her focus seemed to drift from the game, lingering instead on the man across from her. "You’ve shown time and again that you’re worthy of that role, both as my commander and my partner." 

A quiet moment passed before her hand brushed over his on the board, as though grounding her next words. "Together, we are an unbreakable force. No one else could command my loyalty—or my admiration—as you do." Then, with a mischievous smile, she drew her hand back and settled into her commanding posture once more, leaning in slightly. "So let us see, Admiral—will luck or strategy carry the day?"

The game continued with both of them deeply focused, every move a dance of calculated risks and well-placed maneuvers. Sengero held his ground with practiced skill, anticipating her responses, while Musashi countered with an almost playful defiance, her movements as precise as they were graceful.

As they neared the end, Sengero placed a final white stone with a quiet but triumphant smile, flipping just enough of Musashi's black pieces to claim victory. He exhaled, glancing up to meet her gaze, trying to gauge if he had truly bested her or if she had let him win, perhaps out of curiosity for what he would do next.

Musashi’s gaze lingered on the board for a moment, her eyes reflecting admiration, pride, and perhaps a hint of surrender. "It seems… my commander prevails," she murmured, her voice as steady as ever, but with a softness that hinted she might have welcomed the outcome. "So, Admiral," she said, leaning back with an air of curiosity mixed with quiet amusement. "What will be your first command now that you have claimed your hard-won prize?"

Sengero reached across the board, gently taking her hand in his, his crimson eyes sparkling with warmth. "For tonight, my dear, there are no duties, no schedules, and no interruptions. Just you and me—and perhaps a quiet evening beneath the cherry blossoms."

Musashi’s eyes softened at his words; a flicker of surprise quickly replaced by a contented smile. "A thoughtful command, as always, Admiral." She inclined her head, her voice low and sincere. "Then tonight, I am yours alone, as you wish." 

“Are you sure you can handle anything that I ask for, and whatever I plan today, my dear, besides the rest, and comfort,” he teased as he looked at her intently in her eyes as he pushed himself to his feet. He was tall and Musashi was just as tall as he was. He smiled as he motioned her over to come to his side of the seat so that he could ultimately take her hand into his own. “I think that tonight, I shall get started early on fox season this year,” he added with a teasing tone to his voice.

Musashi raised an eyebrow, her golden eyes glinting with amusement as she caught the playful implication in his words. "Oh, I see," she replied, her voice rich with mock surprise. "So, you've decided to declare fox season early, have you? And here I thought you planned on a simple evening under the cherry blossoms." Her voice lowered to a soft purr as she rose to her feet, meeting him eye-to-eye, their gazes locked in an unspoken challenge.

With graceful poise, she stepped closer to his side, allowing him to take her hand in his, her many tails curling with a slight, intrigued flick. "If you think you're prepared for an early fox season, my dear Admiral," she said, her smile sly and almost daring, "then by all means… lead the way."

For a moment, they stood in that charged space between words, her presence radiating power and allure. She was both teasing him and testing him, wondering just how far he intended to take his boldness. Sengero’s grip on her hand tightened slightly as he leaned in, his voice a quiet murmur. "Then let us begin, Musashi. Tonight, there is only the hunt—and the prize."

“I think the hunted and the hunter tonight might be in doubt, but I am sure that we both will like where things end up,” said as he took her by her hand and pulled her close. He let go of her hand and slipped his strong arm around her waist as he walked with Musashi towards the sliding door, beyond the quant garden with the beautiful flowers and cherry trees.

Musashi allowed herself to be drawn close, her expression softening as she felt his arm wrap around her waist, anchoring her to his side with a strength that both grounded and excited her. “Oh, I’ve no doubt we will, Admiral,” she replied with a quiet laugh, her voice lilting with that ever-present hint of mystery. She glanced sidelong at him as they moved toward the sliding door, her tails swaying gracefully with each step, almost as if mirroring the rhythm of their shared anticipation.

The evening air greeted them as they stepped out into the serene garden. The cherry blossoms above them were in full bloom, their delicate petals illuminated in soft moonlight and casting a tranquil, ethereal glow over the garden. Musashi’s gaze drifted upward for a moment, her smile turning thoughtful. "Such beauty surrounds us, yet none of it holds a candle to the evening you’ve planned," she said softly, her fingers tracing a light line along his shoulder.

They walked in silence for a while, savoring the moment and each other’s presence. The familiar cadence of unspoken understanding passed between them; a language unique to partners who had shared so much. Then, as they reached a quiet alcove beneath the largest cherry tree, Musashi paused, turning to face him fully. “Shall we see who the true hunter is tonight, then?” she challenged, her golden eyes meeting his with a sparkle that was equal parts amusement and invitation.

Sengero’s smile deepened, his crimson eyes locking onto hers, accepting the challenge. "Then let the game begin," he whispered, the faint rustle of cherry blossoms filling the silence around them as they stepped fully into the mystery and promise of the night.

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Muse B: So what is the story we have today?

Muse A: Well, we have the story of a great breakfast for a sweet cinnamon roll gal and her loving and affectionate commander.

Muse B: So what is the pitch for the story then?

Muse A: Sure! So, it’s a sweet, cozy story about a Commander who wants to make his kansen feel special on her birthday. He cooks her a homemade breakfast, and then they spend a lovely day at the beach together.

Muse B: Sounds charming! What’s the vibe of the story?

Muse A: It’s all about warmth and affection. The Commander’s doing everything he can to make her feel appreciated, blending a little of his own traditions with hers. It’s a feel-good, romantic slice of life with a gentle, heartfelt atmosphere.

Muse B: Simple, sweet, and full of care! Sounds like a great story to read for some warm fuzzies.

The burner on the stove was warm as Commander Henry Wilson, an Eagle Union officer, prepared breakfast with care. He melted butter in a pan, then dipped slices of bread into an egg mixture, coating them evenly before placing them on the pan to cook up some French toast. Today was a big day—it was his kansen Yamashiro's birthday, and he was determined to make her a fantastic breakfast. Though he wasn’t from her Sakura Empire, he hoped his culinary efforts, flavored with a touch of his Eagle Union customs, would make her smile.

As he finished each piece of French toast, he added a hint of cinnamon to the mixture for extra warmth and flavor. He placed the finished toast on a large platter, pleased with how it was turning out. Next, he started cooking bacon in a separate pan, figuring that crispy bacon would pair well with the French toast. The kitchen filled with the comforting aroma of breakfast, and Henry hummed contentedly as he worked.

After taking out the orange juice, he poured two glasses, then plated the French toast and bacon on two plates. For a final touch, he skillfully sliced up two apples and arranged the pieces on the plates. Satisfied with his efforts, he carried the plates to the dining room table and set the table for both him and Yamashiro.

Looking toward her bedroom in his cozy home, he smiled as he thought about the sweet, dark-haired kansen. “Yamashiro, breakfast is ready, birthday girl!” he called out loudly to make sure she heard him. He figured she was probably already awake, most likely praying at her little mini shrine—a cherished space she used when she couldn’t visit the main shrine where she often worked alongside her big sister, Fusou.

Yamashiro’s ears perked up at the sound of Henry’s voice calling her for breakfast. She had just finished her morning prayers at her mini shrine, clasping her hands together in a final silent wish before standing up. Today felt special—her birthday, and Milord, her beloved Commander, had gone to all this effort just for her. 

She hurried out to the dining room, her face lighting up with a mix of excitement and bashfulness as she took in the sight of the table, beautifully set and filled with delicious food. Her eyes widened as she saw the French toast, bacon, and even the freshly cut apples. 

"Milord, Milord!" she exclaimed, practically skipping to the table. "Is this… all for me? You really went all out! It smells amazing!"

“Yes, it is,” He commented as he looked at her, before he took his seat knowing that she would take her seat as well. He took a bite and enjoyed the taste of it and hoped that this would work well for her.

She carefully took her seat, her cheeks slightly flushed. Picking up her fork, she glanced up at Henry with a soft, grateful smile. "You didn’t have to do all this, but… I’m so happy you did. It feels like such a special day already! Thank you, Milord." 

As she took her first bite, her eyes lit up with delight. "Mmm! This is delicious! Milord, did you add cinnamon? It’s perfect!"

After a few more bites, she shyly looked at him. "Milord, you smell really nice today, too," she murmured, feeling her cheeks heat up again. "Thank you… for everything." 

“You're welcome, Yamashiro,” he commented with a smile as he ate, “Now, is there anything you want to do today, it is your special day, and I am here to spend it with you, however you want, my dear,” he said with a warm smile as he continued to eat.

Yamashiro's eyes sparkled at the thought, her cheeks still faintly pink as she looked down at her plate, a little shy but clearly thrilled. She tapped her fingers together, considering her options. "Well, Milord," she began, her voice soft but excited, "if… if it’s alright, I’d love to visit the beach with you later. I know it’s simple, but there’s something calming about the ocean, and… it’d be even more special to share it with you."

She looked up at him, hope evident in her red eyes, and gave a small, almost shy smile. "Plus, I want to show you some of the shells I've collected! I, um, thought maybe we could find more together. I know it might be silly, but… spending time with you, no matter what we do, would make today perfect."

Henry chuckled warmly, his heart softening at her innocence and sincerity. "Nothing silly about that, Yamashiro. I’d be honored to spend the day with you at the beach—and I’d love to see those shells you've collected." He leaned back slightly, savoring the moment, and nodded. "We’ll pack a little lunch, maybe even bring some of this leftover French toast if you’d like and make it a real birthday picnic. Sound good?"

Yamashiro's face lit up with pure joy, her cat ears seeming to perk up even more. "Yes! That sounds wonderful, Milord!" She bounced a little in her seat, a delighted giggle escaping her. "Thank you, thank you! I’ll bring my little basket for the shells, and… oh, maybe I can make us some tea to take along?"

Henry nodded approvingly, enjoying how animated she was. "Tea sounds perfect, Yamashiro. Just let me know if you need any help with it. Today is your day, after all."

They continued their breakfast together, Yamashiro occasionally sneaking glances at him, her admiration clear in her eyes. As they finished up, she clasped her hands together, leaning slightly over the table. "Thank you again, Milord. I know I say it a lot, but you always make me feel… special. I feel like the luckiest kansen in the world today."

Henry reached across the table, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "And I’m the lucky one, Yamashiro. Now, go on and get ready. We’ve got a beautiful day ahead, and I want to make sure every moment of it is just as wonderful as you."

Henry packed everything with care, arranging the sandwiches, chips, grapes, and blanket neatly in the basket. He was pleased with the idea of using the French toast as bread for the sandwiches—it felt like a little personal twist that he hoped Yamashiro would enjoy. As he finished packing, he glanced toward the kitchen, catching a glimpse of her gracefully pouring tea into a thermos, her dark hair swaying slightly as she worked.

Yamashiro noticed his gaze and gave him a quick, sweet smile. "I'm almost done, Milord! Just making sure the tea is nice and cold, so it’ll be refreshing later."

"Take your time, Yamashiro," Henry replied warmly, giving her an encouraging nod. "I’ve got everything else ready here. I even packed a little surprise with the sandwiches, so I hope you’re hungry."

Her eyes brightened at the mention of a surprise. "Oh, you really went all out, didn’t you? I am so excited to go out and spend this day with you milord," she said with an excited and energetic tone, as she took the thermos and put it in the basket, before she patted the top of the cap with a smile. To her, everything was precious and important as well. 

With everything ready, Henry picked up the basket and offered his free hand to her. "Shall we, birthday girl? The beach awaits."

Yamashiro blushed slightly as she took his hand, but her excitement was evident. "Yes, Milord! I’m so excited—thank you for making today so special." As they stepped out of the cozy house and started down the path toward the beach, she leaned a bit closer, feeling a sense of contentment and happiness.

The walked to the beach with Yamashiro was lovely for both of them, as he took her hand into his own. He looked at the beautiful ocean, as he held her hand firmly. He knew this part of the beach was normally left alone, and thus the best shells were in this area. He was sure this was why Yamashiro liked to come down to this part when she had the chance. He found a nice spot away from the waves, and carefully put down the basket. As Yamashiro reached for the blanket she tripped but Henry caught her skillfully as he smiled.

"Thank you, milord, you are always there to catch me when I fall," she said with a great deal of affection in her tone.

The two of them carefully arranged everything, the plates, the food, everything they would enjoy later on. Yamashiro looked at the food, that they would snack on later, and smiled, thinking about how creative that her commander was.

"Mmm! This is incredible! You’re so creative, Milord—I would have never thought of this." Yamashiro declared as she looked at food there for later when they had lunch. "I think this looks great, milord, I am so glad you agreed to come down here with me."

Henry chuckled, pleased with her reaction. "I’m glad you like it, Yamashiro. Just a little Eagle Union twist for you. I thought it’d be fun to try something new."

The two of them sat there for a good moment together in contented silence for a while, occasionally exchanging smiles and small comments about the day or a nearby bird or hermit crab. After a while, Yamashiro poured them both glasses of iced tea, the cool drink refreshing under the warm sun.

As they sat together, enjoying the gentle waves and the sound of seagulls, Yamashiro glanced up at him, her eyes soft and filled with affection. "Milord, I… I don’t know how to say this, but today is the happiest I think I’ve ever been. Thank you, truly, for all of this." She hesitated, her cheeks flushed, and then added shyly, "I feel so lucky to be your kansen."

Henry looked back at her with a tender smile, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from her face. "Yamashiro, you’re more than just a kansen to me. You’re special, and I want you to feel that way every day—not just on your birthday." He held her gaze for a moment, letting his feelings show.

Moved by his words, Yamashiro leaned her head gently against his shoulder, closing her eyes as she savored the moment. "Thank you, Milord… for everything."

“Let's go hunt these shells,” Henry commented as he had an idea for how to play a fun trick upon Yamashiro, and also ask he a rather big question, as he walked with her out to start to collect shells on the seashore. He was going to drop a ring, an oath ring that he was going to ask her to be more than his kansen and roommate, and something far more permanent, he knew that the way she made him feel, was special, and only she could make his heart flutter, and his smile grow as large as it was in that moment. 

Yamashiro’s eyes sparkled with excitement at the mention of hunting for seashells. She remembered asking to do this before they had left, and now it was time to do so. She was going to find beautiful shells and keepsakes from her birthday with her beloved commander. She got up excitedly as she offered Henry her hand, as they walked to the beach before she started to look around at the many colorful shells for the ones she wanted to add to her collection. 

Henry watched her out of the corner of his eye, his heart racing with anticipation. He had carefully tucked the oath ring into his pocket, waiting for just the right moment to surprise her. The idea of spending his life with Yamashiro, of sharing every day with her beyond just the bond of commander and kansen, made him feel both nervous and incredibly happy. He wanted this moment to be as perfect as she was to him.

“Oh, look at this one, Milord!” Yamashiro called, holding up a delicate, pearly shell that shimmered in the sunlight. She looked so content, so beautiful against the backdrop of the sea, that Henry felt his heart swell with affection.

"That’s a lovely one," he replied, smiling warmly. "But let’s see if we can find one that’s even more special."

As they continued walking, Henry subtly took out the ring, holding it in his hand as they approached a little tide pool. It was time to put his plan into action, as he walked to a spot quietly dropped the gold and diamond ring. He leaned over and picked it up looking confused as he looked over at Yamashiro for a moment playing off that he had just randomly found the ring for a moment.

“Oh, what’s this?” he said, holding up the ring as if he’d just discovered it. He watched her expression carefully as he revealed the small, beautiful band.

Yamashiro’s eyes widened in surprise, and her cheeks flushed pink as she realized what it was. "Milord… is that…?"

Henry took a deep breath, his heart pounding. He held out the ring toward her, his voice filled with emotion. "Yamashiro, I didn’t just want today to be your birthday—I wanted it to be a new beginning for both of us. You’ve brought so much light into my life, more than I ever thought possible. You’re more than my kansen, more than my friend. You’re the one I want by my side, always."

Henry smiled as he looked up at her, his heart beating quickly in his chest. He felt confident, but one was never sure till the deal was sealed as it were. He held her hand in his own, "My lady, would you accept me, and would you be my woman, my partner, my love, my wife for as long as we are alive, Yamashiro," he said as he was barely able to get out the words in the first place.

Yamashiro’s free hand flew to her mouth, her eyes shining with tears. She stared at him, overcome with emotion, and nodded; her voice choked with joy. "Yes, Milord… yes! I… I would be honored. You make me feel so special, like I’m the luckiest person in the world."

"I think we both are lucky my dear," he said as he slipped the ring upon her finger, it made her his fiancé and knew they would later be officially married at the shrine, where her and her big sister worked rather often. He smiled looking up, feeling a weight on shoulder lifted. He had hoped to do this for a while, and now that it was done, and his move was successful. He felt that he could relax a bit, and just be happy to be with Yamashiro.

"Thank you, Milord," she whispered, her voice filled with happiness. "I’ll treasure this moment forever."

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Muse A: Well now, we have another story of a veteran and his lovely shipgirl, this time the great Mikasa, the great veteran herself. She is having a birthday, and her commander is giving her a great birthday present, and experience.

Muse B: Really, this kind of one of those old couple stories where they get along better because of their experiences over time, and such?

Muse A: Yep, they understand each other and get along very well. They are comfortable and enjoy each other’s presence.

Muse B: Sounds good, I am looking forward to seeing what this one has to offer. 

Ryota continued humming softly as he worked, pouring his focus into each step, his hands moving with practiced ease. He wanted everything to be perfect for Mikasa—his beloved kansen who had stood by his side for twenty years. Though she was the embodiment of a bygone era, a veteran of steel and strength, Mikasa’s influence on him and others around her never faded.

As he stirred the rice, watching it sizzle and catching the fragrant scent of sesame oil mingling with the salt and pepper, he couldn’t help but smile. He’d always admired her sense of duty, her dedication to guiding the younger kansen, and her steadfast resolve. And while she might be a little hopeless with modern tech, she always had this gentle pride and humility about it, accepting her limitations and laughing it off with that soft, graceful chuckle of hers.

He added diced vegetables and bits of savory pork, letting them meld together with the rice. The colors reminded him of Mikasa’s uniform—bold, balanced, and vibrant. For all her toughness, there was a warmth to her that he treasured deeply. Twenty years, and his admiration hadn’t dulled; in fact, it had only grown richer.

With a final toss of the pan, he added a sprinkle of green onions to finish, giving it one last careful taste. It was exactly as he wanted: comforting, hearty, and made with the utmost care, just like the love he felt for Mikasa. He plated the rice carefully, arranging it neatly before heading out to surprise her, eager to see the look of satisfaction on her face as they shared yet another meal—another quiet moment in the long, steady journey they’d walked together.

“It is a lovely day, and this is my meal for you my dear, on your birthday too,” Ryota said as the long dark brown-haired man walked over and put the plates down, before putting two cups of saki down and filling them each as he gave her a warm smile. “Now, let us have a love meal, and I think we can watch some movies together after, if you're up. I have some old classics that I think you might enjoy.”

Ryota took up the seat across from Mikasa, “Now, I of course got you a gift for your birthday, as normal, but that can wait till we watch the movie,” he said with a playful smile as he looked over at her. 

Mikasa’s expression softened as Ryota placed the carefully prepared meal in front of her. The fragrant rice, mingling with the savory notes of sesame oil and fresh green onions, brought a glimmer of nostalgia to her eyes. She looked at Ryota with quiet admiration, her heart warmed by the thoughtfulness behind every detail. For all her years of service, she had rarely allowed herself such intimate moments. But with him, it felt so natural—like a familiar melody that played in her heart whenever he was near.

“Thank you, Ryota,” she murmured, her voice gentle yet strong. “You always go above and beyond. Even after all these years, you find new ways to surprise me.” She raised her cup of sake, her fingers delicate but firm, and gave him a small, appreciative smile before taking a sip. The smooth warmth of the sake was a perfect complement to the meal, each sip echoing memories of the countless battles they had faced and survived together. But now, there was peace—a rare kind that she cherished even more.

As they began to eat, Mikasa’s gaze drifted toward him, lingering on the quiet pride in his eyes as he watched her enjoy the meal. She could feel the depth of his feelings in each bite, in each sip, and she knew how much he respected her not only as a formidable kansen but as someone he loved deeply. It was a love that was steady, unwavering, just like him—a true anchor through both tumultuous and tranquil seas.

“A movie sounds lovely,” she replied, her voice laced with anticipation. “You know how I am with those new devices, but… if it’s a classic, I’m sure I’ll find something to appreciate.” Her chuckle was soft, almost musical, as she admitted her enduring struggle with technology—a quirk he had always found endearing, though she wore it with humility. “I hope it’s a black-and-white film. There’s a kind of elegance in those old frames that reminds me of our early days.”

She took another sip of her sake, letting the warm glow settle over her, before adding with a slight sparkle in her eye, “As for your gift, I’ll admit you’ve piqued my curiosity. You’ve always known how to keep me guessing, haven’t you?” 

There was a gentle playfulness between them, something cultivated over years of shared experiences and mutual respect. For Mikasa, it was these moments, the simple ones, that reminded her why she remained steadfast, why she embraced her role as a guide and guardian to the younger generation. And yet, in these quiet moments with Ryota, she allowed herself the luxury of simply being—not as the stalwart battleship kansen, but as Mikasa, sharing a meal and her heart with the man who had, over time, become her dearest companion.

When the meal was finished, she placed her hands together and inclined her head slightly in a gesture of thanks. “It was perfect, Ryota. As always.” She met his gaze, her own steady and sincere. “Now, shall we see what the evening holds? Lead the way, my dear.” 

"Of course, my dear," Ryota said as he stood up and turned on the TV. He knew it was a bit beyond what Mikasa was comfortable with when it came to technology, but he didn’t mind helping her with these things. Finding one of those old black-and-white samurai films she liked, he put on Seven Samurai and then placed a bowl of chocolate candy in front of them.

Leaning back to sit beside his longtime partner and love, he smiled warmly. “I thought about getting you some fancy tech item, but I don’t think it would get much use,” he teased, glancing at her with a playful look.

He then placed her present on the table—a large box he was certain she would appreciate. Inside was a traditional kimono he’d spent a great deal of time finding, something old and elegant that he knew would suit her perfectly. After all their years together, he knew her size and style by heart.

Mikasa’s eyes lit up as she saw the cover of *Seven Samurai* appear on the screen. A soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she glanced sideways at Ryota, her heart brimming with gratitude. “You always know exactly what I need,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. *Seven Samurai* had long been one of her favorites—a story of honor, resilience, and camaraderie that resonated deeply with her own life and values. 

Settling comfortably next to him, Mikasa allowed herself to relax, letting go of the stoic mask she wore so often. It was these quiet evenings she cherished most—the chance to simply be herself, not as a symbol of strength or a reminder of a bygone era, but as a woman sharing an evening with the man she held dear.

As the film began, she took a piece of chocolate from the bowl, savoring the sweetness that melted on her tongue. “You spoil me, Ryota,” she said with a light laugh, her gaze soft as she looked over at him. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Her tone was affectionate, the walls she had once built around her heart softened by the years they’d spent together.

When she noticed the gift on the table, her eyes widened slightly. She reached for it with careful hands, feeling the weight of his thoughtfulness in each fold of the wrapping. As she unwrapped the box, her fingers grazed the rich fabric of a beautifully woven kimono. The design was simple yet elegant, its colors deep and timeless—much like Mikasa herself. Her breath caught slightly as she ran her fingers along the intricate patterns, each detail reflecting Ryota’s understanding of her.

“It’s… beautiful,” she said, her voice hushed with emotion. She glanced at him, her eyes shining with gratitude. “You always know just what to give me, Ryota.” She held the kimono close, its fabric soft and familiar in her hands. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

For a moment, she let herself lean into him, her head resting on his shoulder as they watched the film together. There was a comfortable silence between them, a testament to the deep bond they shared. With him, she could be vulnerable, open, and at peace. She didn’t need to be the unyielding battleship kansen, the protector of a legacy; she was simply Mikasa, with a man who had seen her through decades of change and who still chose to stay.

“Ryota,” she murmured, lifting her head to meet his gaze. “Thank you, for everything. For your unwavering presence, for your kindness… and for being by my side all these years.” She smiled, the warmth in her expression a rare glimpse of the heart she guarded so carefully. 

“What else would I do for the person who means the most to me, the partner who has pushed me to be a better commander, leader, and better man,” he said, holding her hand firmly as he looked over at her for a moment as he then looked up at the movie as it played. “Of course, this partnership is far from over as well, I think like this great movie we are watching, it will only get better as time goes on my dear.”

“Of course, Ryota, for a better future, and for a better partnership that we shall continue on to many more wonderful birthdays, both yours and mine,” Mikasa replied as she leaned into Ryota letting her head press against his shoulder as she smiled.

As they settled into the gentle rhythm of the film, Mikasa felt the weight of the years slip away, leaving only the quiet joy of this moment. *Seven Samurai* played on, each scene capturing timeless ideals of loyalty and courage that resonated deeply within her, reflections of her own path as a battleship kansen. But now, with Ryota by her side, she allowed herself to experience these tales with a softer heart, more open than ever before.

With her head resting against Ryota’s shoulder, she could feel his warmth and steady presence—a comforting constant in her life that had come to mean more than she could ever express in words. The years of battle, duty, and responsibility had left her with scars, but they had also given her this man who accepted her entirely, without reservation. He had witnessed her victories and her quiet struggles, her resolve and her occasional stumbles with modern technology. Through it all, he had offered nothing but respect, kindness, and unwavering loyalty.

As the movie continued, Ryota’s hand held hers firmly, yet gently, a silent promise of the future they would continue to walk together. She glanced at him, noting the subtle pride and affection in his gaze as he watched the screen—a look that reminded her why she had allowed herself to let down her guard around him, to reveal the softer parts of herself she usually kept hidden.

“Ryota,” she murmured, her voice soft but filled with a quiet intensity, “you’ve been the greatest gift I could have asked for all these years. You've seen me for who I am—beyond the battles, beyond the title—and I am grateful for every moment we’ve shared.” Her words were an unguarded truth, spoken only in this rare, intimate space between them.

Ryota turned to her, his eyes gentle yet strong, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a tender motion. “Mikasa,” he replied, his tone filled with quiet conviction, “you are my strength as much as I am yours. Together, we’ve faced countless storms and victories. And while battles may come and go, I’m here, by your side, for whatever lies ahead. I treasure every day, every moment with you.”

As the film drew to a close, they remained close, sharing in the silence that spoke louder than words. For Mikasa, this was her true harbor, a place where she could let down her guard and simply be. And as they looked forward to more birthdays, more meals, and more peaceful moments shared, she knew that with Ryota, each day held the promise of warmth, companionship, and a love that would carry them through every season to come.

With a soft, grateful smile, she whispered, “To many more years, my dear. Thank you… for everything.”

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Muse A: So, there is this awkward and odd commander in love with his kansen, and he can’t say his feelings.

Muse B: So he will find a way to express them then?

Muse A: Yep, that is the plan, the real question is, will his plan work or will it fall apart.

Commander Jean Paul Dundee was at work. He had to write out his feelings. He was going to tell Painlevé how he felt later, but he wanted to get these thoughts, these ideas, down perfectly. He wanted her to know that he felt very strongly about her. He felt a great affection for the beautiful woman, and he wanted to spend time making that bond between the two of them grow and get stronger. He wanted no one else by his side other than her for the rest of his life. He wrote it down and blinked, looking at the result. He grunted, mad at himself, as his words felt so weak and so lacking in impact. He thought any such note he gave her would be seen as a joke and that he would be rejected on the spot for being so weak and so lame.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, he tossed the paper away before starting again. He wrote three lines this time before slamming his forehead against the desk, upset with his lack of genius when it came to writing in that moment. He knew he could write. He knew he could put more than a few competent sentences together. He could make great reports of the actions and accomplishments of his base. In their words, he had brought the mundane to life and given it color. But now, when it mattered, his abilities had faded, slipping through his fingers like sand from a broken hourglass.

After three more tries, he decided to stop and get her a gift. He put away the paper and walked to the nearest bakery. He figured a nice, lovely cake that said "I love you" might work. He smiled as he got the cake in a timely order. It was as if the people who ran the bakery already knew what was in his mind and heart—or maybe they’d just had a similar order canceled. Either way, he now had the cake to give to his beloved Painlevé. He turned, waving to the cashier, and walked forward. As he did, he was on cloud nine. Everything was perfect and going great. Then... he tripped over the edge of a broom, falling face-first.

The embarrassment of falling was nothing compared to the sight of the cake smashed all over his nicely pressed uniform—one he had prepared especially for this big moment, this big day of admitting his feelings. He looked down at himself, feeling dejected, and let out a sigh. He walked home empty-handed, unwilling to blame the bakery for his own mistakes.

Walking into his house, the dark-haired young man changed into a simple pair of jeans and an old Azur Lane shirt as he thought about what to do. "Make a meal," he thought. That would work. He could handle that, no problem. He walked into the kitchen and turned the stove on. However, the moment he turned it on, nothing happened. He tried again and again. Still nothing. He sighed as he realized the pilot light on the gas heater was out. Luckily, he fixed it without much trouble. However, a new problem showed itself really quickly. He found out that he was without any food whatsoever, and one thing he knew was, the store in town was closed because of the holiday. Which meant he had no way at all to make anything for his beloved kansen. The dark-haired young man stood there for a moment thinking.

Running through the last few days in his mine. He realized that hadn’t gone shopping in the last few days, and today was a holiday, so nothing was open. Running his hands through his hair, he felt like such a damn loser and failure. Nothing he did seemed to work—at least not today. He took a deep breath, gathering himself. This was part of life, he reminded himself, just one of those days. He had to accept it and deal with it head-on.

The bakery was still open. Maybe the card store would be open too. He could get a nice card at least, something heartfelt to start with. He booked it, running as fast as he could. He knew the card store closed at five, and it was 4:30. Plenty of time, he thought. He could pull this off. He had to believe this new plan would work. He dodged people skillfully, running with determination.

When he got to the store, he grabbed his knees, panting, as he looked up at the door. A note stared back at him: "Closed early for the owner’s wife’s birthday. See you tomorrow!"

It was 4:33. He had missed it by three minutes.

Jean Paul felt dejected again. He had failed in his ambitions once more. He looked up and smiled faintly as he saw the movie theater nearby. Maybe there was hope yet. He could buy two tickets to a great movie, find Painlevé, and tell her about his feelings along the way.

He walked with a bit of pep in his step as he approached the theater, convinced this would be the perfect solution. But when he got there, he found every single show was sold out. He blinked, almost letting out a yell of frustration. Once again, he had failed.

As he stood there, his arms slumped at his sides, he felt completely at his wit's end. It seemed like everything was against him. Maybe he should take this as a sign that he wasn’t meant to confess his feelings.

But then, as he glanced around, his breath caught. There she was—Painlevé, walking toward him. His nerves flared for a moment. Could he really do this? No. He had promised himself that if he saw her, he would tell her. No notes, no cakes, no elaborate plans.

Taking a deep breath, Jean Paul straightened his posture, his heart pounding, and stepped forward.

Jean Paul took a deep breath as he approached her, his pulse pounding in his ears. Painlevé, ever elegant, walked with a quiet confidence, her sharp blue eyes scanning the street, her long hair swaying with her every step. She looked poised, as though nothing in the world could ruffle her, but her calm exterior had always been something Jean Paul admired—and feared. She was the kind of woman who commanded respect without ever raising her voice, and that alone made his task all the more daunting.

She noticed him as he stepped into her path, her expression shifting slightly, curiosity flickering in her eyes. “Commander Dundee,” she greeted, her voice smooth and even. “You seem out of breath. Have you been running somewhere important?”

Jean Paul of course had something he had to say, something important he had to do. Yet, it felt like the words, they were not going to come out no matter what he said. He blinked as he tried to talk, his mouth even opened for a moment, but no words came from him, as he almost felt his courage in the moment fade like a droplet of water on a hot summer day. Everything he had planned dissolved under her steady gaze. For a moment, he simply stared, his cheeks flushing as he realized how disheveled he must have looked—an old Azur Lane shirt, jeans, and hair a little out of place from his mad dash through the city.

“Jean Paul?” Painlevé tilted her head slightly, her tone softening as she took a step closer. “Are you alright?”

Jean looked up at her, as he blinked and shook his headfirst, "No, this day, has sucked, nothing at all has gone right at all," he said bluntly without thought, his emotions getting the better of him in that moment, "Everything has sucked, and it is all because of you too."

Her eyes widened slightly, but there was no malice in her expression—only surprise and a hint of concern. “Because of me? What have I done?”

"You simply exist!" Jean Paul declared loudly before he realized just what he said, how hurtful his words were and also how they came across. He didn't mean them like that not in the least, but they were not well put.

Painlevé blinked, a look of shock, confusion, pure perplexion was written large on her face. She looked at him as if there was some type of clarification for those words as they were not what she ever expected to hear from him. “You’re going to have to explain yourself, Commander. That came across as kind of mean, I mean, I already feel kind of offended and really confused, those words aren't like you at all."

Jean Paul knew his words were not the best, he paused as he looked at Painlevé and took a deep breath, "I didn't mean it negatively, it just, well, Painlevé it is hard to say," he said as he was very much in the moment. "You are someone who I can't not think about, every time I see you, every time we interact. I feel happy, and when we are apart, my heart, it aches to be near you. I well wanted to say this to you. Everything I have tried today has failed completely and nothing has worked. I want to say something to you, something special. I want to do it in a way good enough for a wonderful woman like yourself. However, I just keep failing. I guess I lost my cool, because I can't seem to find the right words for a woman as marvelous as yourself."

Painlevé’s composed expression faltered for a moment, her cheeks turning the faintest shade of pink. “Jean Paul...”

Looking at her, and those cute blushing cheeks that she had the most beautiful eyes too. He had to do this here and now or it would never happen. "Painlevé I love you," he declared as he looked her in the eyes, "I have loved you for a very long time. I just have been far too much of a coward to let you know. I know that this was not the ideal way to express myself, but I have to. I can't keep going afraid of being honest with you and not telling you the truth of my feelings."

Painlevé’s lips parted slightly, but no words came out. For once, the unshakable Painlevé seemed at a loss.

And before he could lose his nerve, Jean Paul took a step closer, cupped her face gently with his hands, and kissed her. It wasn’t a perfect kiss—it was impulsive, raw, and filled with all the emotion he had kept bottled up for so long. For a split second, he feared she might pull away, that he had crossed a line he could never uncross.

But then, to his surprise, she didn’t pull away. Her arms came up slowly, her fingers lightly brushing against his shoulders. He felt her lips press back against his own. He felt the moment grow warm and heated. He felt his hands press against her slim waist as well. It was perfect. As he enjoyed the kiss, his heart soard with joy and happiness for a moment.

As the kiss came to an end, the two pulled a part, as Jean Paul looked at her looking to see if she was upset with his bold actions. However, as he looked at Painlevé, he saw no sign of anger. There was no shock in her eyes either. It was almost as if she already knew his feelings perhaps. He was the one suddenly shocked by her reaction to the kiss, and his bold declaration.

Painlevé smiled as she looked at him. "You are such an idiot sometimes," she said honestly as she leaned in and pressed her forehead gently against his own. "Jean Paul, do you have any idea how long I have hoped and wanted you to do that. How long I have been waiting for you to make the first move."

Jean Paul blinked, stunned. “You... You have?”

She sighed, a small, rueful smile tugging at her lips. “You’re not exactly subtle, Jean Paul. But I wanted you to say it, to be sure it was real and not just... admiration from afar.” Her hands slid down from his shoulders to rest against his chest. “I feel the same way. I have for a while.”

Relief and joy flooded through him so powerfully that he thought his knees might give out. He let out a breathless laugh, his hands still cradling her face. “You could’ve said something, you know.”

“I could have,” she admitted, her smile growing. “But where’s the fun in that?”

He laughed again, and for the first time all day, everything felt right. The universe wasn’t against him. It had been leading him to this moment all along. For him to this moment all along. All the failed attempts, the tripping, the ruined cake, the empty pantry, and the closed stores—none of it mattered now. He realized that all those mishaps had been worth it, because they had led him here, standing in the middle of the street with the woman he loved in his arms.

Jean Paul’s confidence began to return, his usual charm and humor bubbling to the surface. “Well,” he said, his voice steady despite the giddy excitement coursing through him, “I guess my terrible luck today turned out to be the best luck I’ve ever had.”

Painlevé chuckled softly, her laughter light and melodic. “You certainly know how to make an impression, Commander. Though, I must admit, I was starting to wonder if you’d ever manage to tell me.”

“Hey,” he said, a teasing glint in his eye, “I wanted it to be perfect. Turns out, perfect is overrated.”

She smiled warmly, her hand brushing against his cheek. “Sometimes, all that matters is being honest. And you were. That’s more than enough for me.”

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Muse A: Here we are, the goddess and her commander, a tail not of words but motions

Muse B: What do you mean, and a goddess I thought this was about kansen

Muse A: Well, Shimanto is both a goddess and a kansen, actually.

Muse B: Then what about the motions part then?

Muse A: Sometimes we know something and can show it not in words but in action, this story shows that fact.

Muse B: Oh, okay, I look forward to this story. 

Commander Hiro Yuma had been assigned a new command, and he was undeniably nervous about it. He had learned that he would be working alongside a dragon goddess—something that didn’t happen every day, or ever, for that matter. The thought of interacting with such a divine and enigmatic figure made him uneasy, but he resolved to give it his best effort. He could only hope that he would be good enough to support her and earn her trust in whatever way he could.

He had met her just a few days prior, and the memory was still fresh in his mind. Shimanto was stunning—perhaps the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her long, flowing white hair, her elegant golden horns, and her captivating crimson eyes left him utterly mesmerized. She was the complete package, too: intelligent, graceful, and astonishingly talented. Whether it was commanding her paper shikigami or handling other tasks, she seemed flawless. Hiro found himself wondering if she had any weaknesses at all.

As he walked down the simple hallway leading to his office, Hiro’s thoughts were consumed with ways to connect with her. He had been told many times that building a personal relationship with the shipgirls was crucial to fostering mutual respect and cooperation. She wasn’t just a powerful weapon for the Sakura Empire—far from it. In his eyes, she wasn’t a weapon at all. She was, quite literally, a goddess.

When he reached his office door, he paused. The door was partially open, and he could hear music playing inside. He frowned in curiosity. Who could have entered his office? Why was music playing? Perhaps someone was using the space or had mistaken it for their own. Quietly, he peeked inside.

What he saw stopped him in his tracks.

Shimanto was there, moving quietly to the music. She was attempting to dance; her movements deliberate yet hesitant. It was clear she was nervous, her body tense and her steps uncertain. Hiro's heart race as he panicked a bit, as he saw his precious Shimanto falter, tripping over her own feet as she worked so hard to figure out this dance. Hiro moved quickly as he reached out and caught her, grabbing her by her waist and pulling her close to himself for protection and safety.

Still, he stayed rooted in place, watching silently. She went back to practicing, repeating her steps with determination despite her visible unease. Hiro wondered if she was unused to this kind of dancing—perhaps she had only ever danced alone, as part of the ceremonial performances he had heard about. Her movements hinted at isolation, and he found himself wondering if she was accustomed to interacting with others at all.

As she practiced, Hiro stepped closer, his footsteps soft and silent. He approached just in time, for Shimanto tripped again, losing her balance. This time, he moved swiftly, catching her by the waist before she could fall forward.

Holding her steady, he smiled gently. “Practicing this dance, huh? I have to say, I’m not too bad at it myself. It’s definitely easier to practice with someone else, don’t you think, Shimanto?” His voice was warm and soft, trying to ease her nerves.

Shimanto regained her footing, but for a brief moment, she didn’t pull away. There was something in her eyes—an emotion he couldn’t quite place—that made it seem as though she didn’t want him to let go just yet. It was a fleeting moment, but one that made Hiro’s heart stir as they stood together.

Shimanto’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she realized Hiro’s strong arms were keeping her from falling. She looked up at him her eyes filled with joy, and contentment. She felt safety in his arms, she was confident that he was one of a kind. That he was a sweet, and good man, and she was someone she felt safe around. A man who treated her like a woman, not like a weapon or a grand goddess. She could feel her heart beating quickly in her chest as she leaned against him enjoying the moment as much as she could.

“I… I wasn’t expecting anyone to see me,” she murmured, her voice soft and melodic, though there was a tremor of shyness in it. Her golden horns glinted faintly in the light as she lowered her gaze, not wanting him to see how flustered she was. Yet, a small, sincere smile began to tug at her lips. “But… thank you, Commander. I suppose it is easier with a partner.”

She hesitated, glancing back up into his eyes. Those same eyes had captivated her the moment they’d first met. Shimanto had known immediately that he was different—that he was the one she wanted to follow, to trust, and to protect. She’d even gone so far as to request that the higher-ups assign him as her commander, though she’d never had the courage to admit it to him.

Taking a shaky breath, Shimanto straightened herself but didn’t move away. Instead, she held his gaze, her crimson eyes shimmering with vulnerability and an unspoken warmth. “I hope… I didn’t embarrass myself too much,” she added softly, a light laugh escaping her lips. “Dancing with someone else… it’s new to me. But maybe… you could help me get better?” Her voice carried a hopeful tone, tinged with a faint longing.

Looking up at him, she wished that time could go on frozen in a moment with him so close. He was not just another commander, but the one she wanted. She had made sure that he was her commander, that he was her choice to be with her. She felt near him she could do anything, and she knew he would support her as she needed a person to support her as a kansen and a woman. She placed her hand against his chest and looked up at him with a glance filled with love and affection.

“I promise I won’t trip this time,” she said with a playful smile, her earlier nervousness fading as she stood close to him. For now, this would be enough. A shared moment, a simple dance—perhaps it was the first step to showing him how much he truly meant to her.

Hiro smiled warmly, feeling this might be the chance to connect with Shimanto and help her relax. Her beauty, grace, and aura of divine charm had always left him in awe, yet he couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t worthy of working alongside someone so extraordinary. He felt that there was this adorableness in her voice, this kindness in her eyes that drew him to her. He wanted to be good enough, he wanted to be the man who could make her feel sure of herself. He wanted to be the right man for her, the person who could make her life as good and as content filled as possible. Hiro very much desired to be Shimanto's strength, but he knew he wasn't there yet, he wasn't strong enough to be what he wanted, but maybe one day he would be.

He gently took her hand, his touch steady and reassuring, while his other hand rested lightly on her waist. He met her gaze with an encouraging smile, his voice calm and confident. “Now, let us try this again,” he said softly.

As they began to move, Hiro took the lead, his steps fluid and precise, guiding her effortlessly in the dance. His movements were near perfect—his years of training as an officer had instilled in him a level of discipline and skill that extended even to something as seemingly simple as dancing. Yet, for all his talent, Hiro remained humble, always holding himself to impossibly high standards and never once considering the impact he had on those around him.

Shimanto’s heart raced with every step. She couldn’t believe this was happening—the man she had fallen for at first sight, the one she had secretly requested as her commander, was holding her now, guiding her with such care and grace. She was mesmerized by the connection they shared, the warmth of his touch, and the way his steady confidence made her feel safe. For the first time in what felt like forever, she wasn’t thinking about being perfect or making mistakes. She was simply enjoying the moment.

“You’re... really good at this,” she admitted softly, her crimson eyes flickering up to meet his. Her voice carried a mix of admiration and shyness, and she tightened her grip on his hand slightly, as though grounding herself in the moment. “I don’t think I’ve ever danced like this before... with someone else. It’s... nice.”

Hiro smiled at her words, his pride swelling slightly as he noticed her growing confidence. Each step she took became lighter, her movements more natural and surer. He couldn't help but noticed that the nervousness he had seen when he watched from the hallway was gone. He had no clue what had given her the confidence that she was now moving with. However, it didn't matter really, he figured it was just practice, and to see this made him happy, and it gave this feeling of contentment. He hoped that this dance would help her in future dances that she performed and gave her a sense of confidence in herself then too.

“I think I’m getting the hang of this,” Shimanto said with a soft laugh, her voice carrying a hint of playfulness. Her earlier tension was gone, replaced by an ease that felt entirely new. Yet, her gaze lingered on Hiro, taking in the humility and focus in his expression. Did he truly not realize how amazing he was? How much his presence meant to her?

The music flowed around them, wrapping them in a moment that felt timeless. Hiro, oblivious to her deeper feelings, simply marveled at how radiant she looked now, her confidence growing with every step. He felt a strange sense of pride in being able to help her like this, though he still doubted if he was worthy of her.

“Thank you, Commander,” Shimanto said sincerely as they danced, her voice soft but steady. Her crimson eyes held his, and for a moment, she let her true feelings slip into her gaze. “I’m not sure what I’d do without you.”

Hiro chuckled lightly at her words, assuming she was simply thanking him for the dance. “It’s my pleasure, Shimanto. I’m here to support you however I can.”

Little did he know, her words carried a much deeper meaning—a secret she wasn’t ready to share just yet. For now, Shimanto let herself savor the closeness between them, silently vowing to cherish every moment she had with the man who had already captured her heart.

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Muse A: Oh boy do we have a bitter and refined story for you, that has its own spice to it.

Muse B: What do you mean that is an odd way of phrasing something.

Muse A: I guess so, I mean this story is one of a strong-willed commander and equally strong-willed kansen, both out to prove something and unwilling to be wrong.

Muse B: So, I am guessing these powerful personalities conflict and that um leads to something.

Muse A: Yep, very much so, it leads to them having a rather icy hot relationship where they both want to prove themselves the best, but at the other side secretly wanting something deeper and more significant with the other.

Thomas Milton's rivalry with Hindenburg over their respective morning beverages had reached its peak. As he meticulously prepared tea in his pristine kitchen, he reflected on how this entire ordeal began. The Iron Blood kansen had boldly declared that coffee, especially her finely brewed German-style blend, was the only proper way to start the day. The commander, a Royal Navy or British one, was Thomas Milton, a man who loved tea, more than anything else and was not going to take the challenge from his kansen standing still.

The irony of their situation wasn’t lost on him. As a commander assigned to foster trust between the Royal Navy and the Iron Blood, his role demanded diplomacy and tact. Yet here he was, locked in a petty—but oddly enjoyable—battle of beverages with one of the most enigmatic and formidable kansen he had ever met. Hindenburg, with her sharp tongue, magnetic presence, and unnerving ability to get under his skin, made the contest both frustrating and entertaining.

Thomas moved with precision, his short brown hair neatly combed, and his blue eyes focused on the task. His kitchen reflected his character: orderly, efficient, and elegant. A kettle of freshly boiled water rested on the stove, and he carefully selected the finest loose-leaf tea from his collection, ensuring everything was perfect. This was not just about the tea; it was a matter of pride, of culture, and—if he were honest with himself—a way to match wits with the devilishly charming Hindenburg.

He couldn’t help but grumble as he thought about the Eagle Union’s absurd breakfast habits. Soda, of all things! How Georgia and her commander managed to function on such a diet was beyond him. At least Hindenburg’s coffee, as much as he disapproved, had some semblance of refinement.

As he prepared the tea, his thoughts wandered to the peculiar dynamic he shared with Hindenburg. She had a way of challenging him, pushing his buttons, and drawing out the best in him. Despite her aloof demeanor and occasional jabs, he sensed that she respected him—if only begrudgingly. Their contest wasn’t just about tea and coffee; it was a clash of cultures, personalities, and perhaps something deeper that neither of them was willing to acknowledge just yet.

The sharp sound of heels clicking against the floor pulled him from his thoughts. Hindenburg entered the room with her usual air of confidence, a cup of steaming coffee in her hand. Her crimson hair flowed like a cascade of fire, and her magenta eyes sparkled with mischief as she regarded him.

“Commander Milton,” she drawled, her voice smooth and teasing, “I trust you’ve put as much effort into your tea as I have into my coffee. It would be a shame if this contest were over before it even began.”

Thomas straightened, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “Hindenburg, I assure you, this tea is not just a drink—it’s a tradition, an art form. Something I wouldn’t expect an Iron Blood succubus to appreciate.”

She chuckled, her horns glinting faintly in the light. “Careful, Commander. I think after today, you might be a coffee convert, and you might admit that I am right about this as I am on all things."

"Oh, those words are rich, most likely richer than the coffee that you brought to this contest," Thomas commented with a smirk looking back at her. "Now, when you have my tea, you will see just how naturally superior it is, and how right I am."

The two of them sat across from each other, their eyes looking at each other as a tension filled the room. One of two competitive people who didn't like to loss. However, there was a second tension between two people who were both attracted and committed to the other but didn't want to be the one who admitted to that fact.

“Ladies first,” Thomas said, gesturing to his tea with a slight bow of his head.

Hindenburg raised an eyebrow but complied, lifting the cup of tea with her elegant fingers. She took a slow, deliberate sip, her expression unreadable as she set the cup down. “Not bad,” she admitted, her tone betraying nothing.

Thomas mirrored her actions, taking a sip of her coffee. The rich, dark brew was surprisingly well-balanced, with hints of chocolate and spice. He set the cup down, meeting her gaze with a thoughtful nod. “I’ll give you this—your coffee isn’t half bad.”

A smile curved her lips. “High praise, coming from you.”

“Now, of course, the first sip is just that—a first sip, and not a deciding vote at all,” Thomas declared confidently as he placed the carefully prepared tea in front of Hindenburg, alongside a small plate of golden shortbread cookies. He watched her with a slight smirk, knowing the pairing would elevate the tea's flavors.  

Hindenburg tilted her head, eyeing the tea and the cookies with mild suspicion but undeniable curiosity. “You certainly go all out, Commander,” she remarked, picking up the delicate teacup. Her magenta eyes flicked back to him, filled with competitive fire. “But don’t think I came unprepared.”

With that, she reached into her tin and produced the shining pièce de résistance: a trio of glossy chocolate truffles. She set them down dramatically on a small saucer beside the steaming cup of coffee she had brought to the duel. "While you rely on these simple shortbread cookies, which are rather simplistic and boring," she said while not admitting at that moment she really enjoyed them. "I have brought hese lovely and rich and wonderful handmade chocolate truffles, many men would love to get these as a gift from me, so count yourself lucky." 

Thomas raised an eyebrow at her showmanship, his lips quirking upward. “Truffles? You really do aim to overwhelm with decadence. Perhaps you’re compensating for coffee’s naturally harsh and bitter profile.”

Hindenburg smirked back, holding the teacup with a surprising amount of grace for someone as bold as she was. “Or perhaps tea is too delicate, Commander. It needs all the help it can get.”  

Both turned their attention back to their respective drinks and pairings. Hindenburg delicately bit into one of the shortbread cookies before taking her first sip of tea. The buttery sweetness lingered on her tongue, melting into the floral and earthy notes of the tea, which was warm and smooth without being overpowering. For a brief moment, her expression faltered—just slightly—and Thomas caught it.  

“Speechless?” he asked, his tone dripping with smugness.

“Not quite,” she retorted, recovering quickly. “It’s… refined, I’ll admit. The shortbread complements the tea well. But that’s just one pairing.”  

Thomas leaned forward, reluctantly picking up one of the truffles she had presented. “Fine. Let’s see how your coffee fares with this,” he said, biting into the truffle. The dark chocolate was velvety and rich, melting into a perfect harmony of bitterness and sweetness as he followed it with a sip of her coffee. The bold, robust flavor of the coffee melded with the truffle, creating a combination he hadn’t quite anticipated.  

For a moment, silence hung between them.  

“Well?” Hindenburg asked, her voice teasing but with a genuine edge of curiosity.  

Thomas set his coffee cup down carefully, fighting to maintain his composure. “It’s… unexpectedly good,” he admitted begrudgingly. “The chocolate does soften the coffee’s rough edges. It’s almost… enjoyable.”  

Hindenburg laughed softly, her tone light and melodic. “Almost enjoyable? That’s practically a victory in itself, coming from you.”

Thomas shook his head as he looked at the plate for a moment. "Hey, I didn't say it was superior, not compared to tea and my shortbread cookies. I will never declare your coffee superior, Hindenburg."

She raised an eyebrow, taking another sip of the tea and another bite of the shortbread. A small, thoughtful hum escaped her lips, betraying her genuine appreciation. “It’s quite good,” she admitted finally. “But don’t expect me to say it’s better than coffee.”

They stared at each other, a quiet tension sparking between them as they exchanged competitive yet playful glances. The contest wasn’t over—neither would concede defeat so easily.  

Still, as they shared more bites and sips, the battle began to feel less like a rivalry and more like an excuse to spend time together, each secretly enjoying the passion and effort the other had poured into their drinks. For all their differences, there was a shared respect and warmth that neither could quite put into words.

Hindenburg took another sip of the tea, her magenta eyes narrowing thoughtfully as she savored the subtle layers of flavor. Setting the cup down with deliberate care, she let her smirk return in full force. “I’ll admit, Commander, your tea is far better than I expected—elegant, refined, and surprisingly satisfying. It almost suits your personality. Almost.”

Thomas quirked an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk of his own. “Oh? And what part of my personality doesn’t it suit, Hindenburg? Enlighten me.”

Hindenburg leaned forward slightly her arms under her bountiful bosom as she looked Thomas in the eyes, with a confident smile. “Hmm, well, tea is calm, measured, and dignified. And you…” Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “You’re a little too smug for that. Almost like you have to try to be dignified.”

Thomas laughed, shaking his head as he reached for his cup of coffee. “Coming from you? That’s rich. Coffee is bold, brash, and—let’s be honest—a little aggressive. Rather like a certain Iron Blood shipgirl sitting across from me.” He took a slow, deliberate sip of her coffee, letting the moment linger before adding, “Though I suppose even aggression has its charms when wielded correctly.”

Hindenburg’s cheeks flushed slightly, though she quickly masked it with an exaggerated roll of her eyes. “Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Commander. Especially when it’s so obvious you’re trying to distract me from the fact that coffee is clearly superior.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of distracting you,” he said smoothly, leaning forward slightly. His blue eyes locked onto hers, the faintest hint of a challenge in his gaze. “I’m simply pointing out the facts. Tea is subtle, refined—like me. Coffee, on the other hand, is loud and overpowering. Perfect for someone who relies on sheer force of will to make her point.”

Hindenburg leaned forward as well, her smirk widening as their faces drew closer. “Sheer force of will, huh? You make that sound like a bad thing. Isn’t it better to be decisive and strong rather than… what was it? Subtle?” She arched a brow. “Sometimes subtlety just means indecisive.”

“Decisive isn’t always the same as correct,” Thomas shot back, his voice low and teasing. “Sometimes a bit of nuance goes a long way. But I wouldn’t expect someone who rushes headfirst into everything to understand that.”

“Rushing headfirst?” Hindenburg’s voice took on an indignant edge, though the glint in her eyes betrayed her amusement. “I’ll have you know I’m perfectly capable of strategy and finesse. I’m not Bismarck, but I’m more than just brute force.”

“Oh, I never said you weren’t strategic,” Thomas replied smoothly, his smirk deepening. “But even the best strategies can be undermined by a lack of patience. Tea teaches patience, you see. Something you could use a little more of, perhaps.”

Hindenburg chuckled, leaning back again and crossing her arms. “Patience is overrated. I prefer action, Commander. Sitting around and waiting doesn’t win battles—or arguments.” She gestured to the tea in front of her. “And besides, this tea is nice, but it lacks the energy that coffee provides. It’s almost as if tea is trying to lull you into a false sense of security.”

Thomas tilted his head, his smile turning wry. “Security isn’t false when it’s earned. Tea offers calm in the chaos—something coffee can never hope to achieve. But I wouldn’t expect someone with your fiery temperament to appreciate that kind of balance.”

Balance, that was a word that fit the pair of them and their relationship as well. However, that would admit to the other being just as good. Just like they would have to admit that the other's choice of drinks was just as good. This was a play of egos, proud and confident egos who were not willing to back down at all, normally.

“Well,” Hindenburg finally said, breaking the silence with a smirk. “If you think your tea is so superior, perhaps you’d care to raise the stakes next time. Maybe breakfast—and dessert.”

Thomas chuckled, standing and picking up the empty cups. “Careful, Hindenburg. If you keep trying this tea, who knows you might start to like it. You might start to enjoy these more fine things in life and become dependent upon them. Tea today, maybe scones tomorrow.”

“Or maybe I’ll teach you to loosen up and embrace the boldness of coffee,” she countered, rising from her seat with a flourish. “Face it, Commander—you’ll never win against me. I’m always two steps ahead.”

Thomas turned, meeting her gaze with a grin that was equal parts charming and challenging. “Two steps ahead? You’d better be careful, Hindenburg. I might just let you win one of these days—if only to see what you’d do with the victory.”

Her cheeks tinged pink again, though she quickly covered it with a scoff. “You’re welcome to try, Commander. But don’t say I didn’t warn you when I come out on top.”

“Top dog, huh?” he teased, leaning slightly closer. “We’ll see about that.”

Hindenburg narrowed her eyes, her smirk sharpening as she stepped closer to Thomas. “Commander Milton, Tommy, I must say, this talk of patience is so you. Everything cloak and dagger, subtle nothing upfront or simply direct. You lack the guts to do that don't you. Are you simply all words and no action?”

Thomas shook his head as he chuckled lightly, "Don't take a lack of boldness for inaction. I know when I see what I want, and I am not afraid of going after it. I just prefer to think about and come up with a good plan instead of rushing into something blindly like some idiot. Plus, it is conflict that is always overrated"

“Yeah right, I dare you to prove that one, as if you could.” Hindenburg scoffed, taking another step forward, the distance between them shrinking to mere inches. “Please. Conflict is what keeps life interesting. And you—” she poked him lightly in the chest, “—you wouldn’t know interesting if it hit you in the face.”

Thomas caught her hand before she could pull it away, his grip firm but not harsh. His blue eyes locked onto hers, and for the first time, his usual teasing demeanor gave way to something more intense, more resolute. “You think I’m not interesting, Hindenburg? Maybe you’re just not paying close enough attention.”

Her breath hitched slightly at the sudden shift in his tone, though she refused to back down. Instead, she tilted her chin up defiantly, her voice steady despite the flutter in her chest. “Oh, I’ve been paying attention, Commander. And all I see is a man too afraid to take risks.”

“Afraid?” Thomas repeated, his voice low, almost a growl. “You think I’m afraid?”

Before Hindenburg could respond, Thomas stepped forward, closing the remaining distance between them in one decisive movement. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against her own, his hands pressing against her shapely waist as he deepened the kiss. Without thinking he did manage to show her that he could action. Yet also he showed the depth of his feelings for her. The desire, affection, lust and love he held for the succubus kansen.

The kiss wasn't at all tentative or cautious—it was firm, commanding, and left no room for argument. For a moment, Hindenburg froze, her mind racing, caught entirely off guard. But then she found herself melting into it, her hands gripping the front of his shirt as if to steady herself.

When Thomas finally pulled back, his eyes were blazing, his voice steady but laced with undeniable heat. “Does that seem passive to you?”

Hindenburg’s cheeks were flushed, her breath coming quicker than she would have liked. She stared at him, torn between indignation and something far deeper, far more thrilling. “Took you long enough,” she muttered, her voice softer but still carrying that edge of defiance.

Thomas smirked, his thumb brushing lightly against her waist before he stepped back, giving her just enough space to catch her breath. “Patience, Hindenburg. Remember?”

She didn’t respond right away, her mind still reeling, but the fire in her eyes didn’t waver. If anything, it burned brighter as she stepped forward, closing the distance once more.

“I’ll show you that patience is vastly overrated, my dear commander,” she declared loudly and unafraid of being heard by him as she grabbed him by the collar.

As she made the declaration, she made a display for him as well. Hindenburg skillfully leaned in and pressed her lips passionately against her commander’s lips. She would show him just how great that being direct was, how overrated patience was as well. The contest would soon take a new turn as the passion about coffee and tea would shift in a completely new and heated contest, but that story is for another time. 

Chapter Text

Muse B: So, another Eagle Union Carrier huh?

Muse A: Yep, so this time it is about a commander who knows his very energetic kansen well and even knows her weak points.

Muse B: Oh, neat, so what happens

Muse A: He goes and supports his gal and brings her a meal and entertainment as well. 

Work was work, and it was something that kept a man like him busy, Commander Adrien Erickson, was a busy person, he had a lot of duties as a commander of the Azur Lane, and was rather busy with paperwork, as well as forms about previous missions. Ones where they did fine, but they didn’t do as well as others, he had seen the merit chart. They came in 10th out of the 18 Eagle Union and 17 Royal Navy Carrier Kansen that had taken part in the grand challenge. It was good in his view as it was a hard contest and everyone did well, even the person who came in last put up a good performance.

However, he had a feeling that his kansen, Hornet was feeling down about this, even with her upgrade she finished below both of her sisters, Enterprise who as normal won the contest, and Yorktown who finished in the top five in the contest. Compared to them, and their legendary status, she most likely felt really down. He knew this about her, she hid it well, but he was rather sure she felt like the other sister compared to those two. 

Looking at a picture in the corner of his desk, Adrien smiled as he saw them on their first day, Hornet ready to prove herself, and also wanting to put him through the challenge to make sure he was the right one to command her. He looked at her, still with the black tank top and short shorts back then, and himself next to her with simple dark hair and his glasses being the most noticeable things in the picture. He figured himself having as best of luck as any man ever. He knew his charge was a girl who was a bit rowdy, and a bit of a tomboy in ways too. However, she meant the world to him and still did.

Looking down at his phone he picked it up and put in an order for something important. He then took his leave from the office and went and picked up the said item. Picking up one more item from the general store. He moved quickly knowing that he wanted to catch Hornet still at home most likely sulking and feeling down, before she hid the fact she was feeling down, behind a layer of positive playful energy. He knew that was her way of deflecting her insecurities about not being as good as her sisters. Not that she didn’t completely and utterly love them both, but he was sure after so long working with her, that she was afraid of being forever in their shadows.

Walking up he knocked on the door. Waiting, he had a box of pepperoni pizza in one hand with a bag with a large bottle of Coke and a western movie inside. He also knew very well that the twin tailed blonde loved her Western Movies, and everything associated with them. 

The door creaked open slightly, revealing Hornet standing there, her usual lively demeanor replaced by a subdued, contemplative look. Her twin blonde tails were slightly disheveled, and she wore a loose hoodie over her usual tank top, clearly not expecting anyone. When her eyes met Commander Adrien Erickson's, she blinked in surprise, quickly masking her mood with a playful smirk.

"Commander? Adrien why are you here, I mean why come without texting, get in a hurry or lose your phone," Hornet asked as she was trying to stay positive and upbeat, her goal simple to hide the fact she wasn't feeling quite like herself. 

Hearing this, Adrien simply smiled, before holding up the pizza box and bag. "I thought I'd stop by. Figured you might be in the mood for some pepperoni and a good Western. Got ‘The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly.’ Classic, right?"

Hornet's eyes lit up slightly at the mention of the movie, though she crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe, trying to play it cool. "Hmph. You really know how to bribe a girl, don’t you? Pizza *and* Clint Eastwood? Guess I’ll let you in."

She stepped aside, allowing Adrien to enter. The small apartment was modestly decorated, with a few personal touches that screamed “Hornet”—a worn cowboy hat hung on the wall, a model of the Doolittle Raid on a shelf, and a corner cluttered with workout gear. The atmosphere, however, felt heavier than usual, as if the vibrant energy she usually carried was dimmed.

Adrien set the food and bag down on the coffee table, then glanced at her. "You know, you don’t have to pretend with me. I’ve known you long enough to see through that mask, Hornet."

Her smile faltered, and she flopped onto the couch with a sigh, tugging at her hoodie strings. "It’s nothing, really. I’m fine."

Adrien sat down next to her, leaning back casually. "You’re upset about the contest, aren’t you?"

Hornet stiffened, her hands gripping the edge of the couch. "What? No way. Why would I care about some dumb contest? It’s not like anyone expected me to beat Enty or Yorktown anyway, right?" Her words were sharp, but her tone wavered.

Adrien placed a hand on her shoulder, firm but reassuring. "You’re not 'just' their little sister, Hornet. You’re you. You gave it your all, and that’s what matters. You’re more than the results of one contest."

She bit her lip, her twin tails swaying slightly as she lowered her gaze. "It’s not just the contest, Commander. It’s… everything. No matter what I do, it feels like I’ll always be in their shadow. Enterprise is a living legend. Yorktown is this beacon of hope for everyone. And me? I’m just… Hornet. The little sister who can’t even make the top five."

Adrien chuckled softly, shaking his head. "You’re not 'just' anything, Hornet. You’re the spark that keeps the fleet going. The one who lifts everyone’s spirits, who gives people hope in a different way. Enterprise and Yorktown have their strengths, but so do you. No one can replace the fire and determination you bring to the team. And don’t forget, you’re the one who challenged me on day one, remember? You’ve always been a fighter."

Hornet glanced at him, her eyes shimmering with a mix of emotion and gratitude. "You really believe that?"

"I don’t just believe it. I know it," Adrien said with conviction. "And if you ever forget, I’ll remind you as many times as it takes."

For a moment, Hornet was silent, her usual bravado stripped away. Then, a small, genuine smile broke through her defenses. "Thanks, Commander. You’re not half bad, you know."

Adrien grinned, leaning back as he grabbed the remote and popped the movie into the player. "Not bad, huh? I’ll take it. Now, let’s eat this pizza before it gets cold, and you can tell me why Clint Eastwood is the greatest gunslinger of all time."

Hornet laughed, the sound lighter and more genuine than before. "Well, obviously because he’s cooler than you’ll ever be, Commander."

“Oh, he’s cooler you say,” Adrien commented as he found two cups and pulled them out. “I will have you know; I am kind of cool myself, I did hear once that glasses are in, I think,” he said as he poured them two cups of coke before grabbing some paper plates. 

He walked in and put everything on the living room table and smiled, “I am your commander, while Enterprise is really super cool, and Yorktown is rather elegant. You are something special, you're like sunshine, or rainbow, I think,” he said, having lost his analogy about halfway through making the comparison.

Hornet raised an eyebrow, watching Adrien fumble through his analogy with a mixture of amusement and affection. He wasn't Clint or any other movie star, but he was honest and true. That always caused her to smile a bit more and feel better. "Sunshine or a rainbow, huh? You really have a way with words, don’t you, Commander?" she teased, her tone lighter than before.

Adrien adjusted his glasses again, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks. "Hey, I’m trying here! Not my fault metaphors aren’t my strong suit. That’s your job—to be bright and colorful. I’m just the guy who shows up with pizza and terrible analogies."

Hornet laughed, a genuine, carefree sound that filled the room. "Well, I guess I’ll let it slide this time. But only because you brought Clint and pepperoni."

"Oh, I know, I know your vices all too well," Adrien commented as he took the movie he brought and walked over, putting it into the DVD player. "Now, let's see if this movie is as good as I remember it being."

Hearing this, Hornet shook her head. She then grabbed a slice of pizza, letting the cheese stretch before taking a bite. "Don’t let it go to your head, Commander. This doesn’t mean you’re cooler than Clint. Or me, for that matter."

Adrien sat down beside her, grabbing his own slice. "Oh, of course, not, I am but a mere mortal," he said with a smile as he looked over at her, "Plus let's face the facts, your the cool one in this relationship, and I am the lucky guy who gets to support you. I am sure that everyone else also sees this cool side of you. You are a capable girl who is quietly really cool, like western heroine, cool." 

Hornet chewed thoughtfully, her grin softening into something more sincere. "You know, Commander, you’re not half bad at this whole pep talk thing. Even if you’re a little cheesy sometimes."

Rubbing the side of his neck, Adrien chuckled. "Hey, my cheesiness matches the food perfectly tonight then." 

As she chewed thoughtfully, Hornet couldn't help but grin. The look on her face softening into something more sincere. "You know, Commander, you’re not half bad at this whole pep talk thing. Even if you’re a little cheesy sometimes."

Adrien rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling. "Hey, my cheesiness matches the pizza, doesn’t it? Perfectly thematic."

She laughed again, this time with genuine warmth. Setting her plate down, Hornet leaned back against the couch, her blue eyes locking on his. "Thanks for this, Adrien. I mean it. You choose to spend your night out here with me. You didn't have to, but you did, and you brought pizza and a movie. I guess that is why you are the only person I want as my commander. You always know just how to help and support me, Adrien." 

Looking at Hornet, Adrien smile as it wasn't that often she called him by his first name. "It’s not just about being your Commander, Hornet. I’m here because I care. About you. You don’t have to be a legend like Enterprise or a beacon like Yorktown to matter. You shine in your own way, and that’s more than enough for me."

Hornet blinked, her cheeks dusting pink as his words settled in. For once, she didn’t deflect with sarcasm or humor. Instead, she smiled—a small, heartfelt one. "You really mean that?"

"Yes, you better believe it," he said with a smile as he gave her a sincere look. "When you forget it the next time, I will be over again, with a different movie, that we normally watch, and another cheesy pizza too."

For a moment, silence hung between them, but it was a comfortable, shared quiet. Hornet reached for his hand; her touch tentative but steady. "You’re a good guy, Adrien. Maybe too good for someone like me, but I’m glad you’re here."

He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "There’s no ‘too good’ or ‘not enough,’ Hornet. It’s just you and me. And I wouldn’t have it any other way."

She laughed softly, leaning her head against his shoulder. "Okay, okay. But if you ever try to out-cool Clint Eastwood again, we’re gonna have words."

Adrien smirked, resting his cheek against her hair. "Noted. I’ll stick to being just your cheesy, lucky Commander."

As the movie started and the iconic whistle of The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly filled the room, they sat together, sharing pizza, laughs, and a quiet understanding that didn’t need words.

Chapter Text

Muse A: Arizona, anniversary of Dec 7, Comfort, Supportive and Loving Commander

Muse B: Gotcha, say no more, Let’s get this one on the road

Henry Yates looked at the flowers that were in the store. He knew that this was a very challenging day for his kansen. He knew that this day brought with it a lot of bad memories and pain from the past.

As his eyes looked over the various flowers he smiled as he saw a dozen red roses. He knew they would be the perfect gift for her on this day. Walking over to the counter he gave the cashier a young blonde a smile. “I would like these roses. Could you please put them in the best vase you have.”

Listening to him carefully, the cashier, a cheerful blonde with a kind smile, nodded as she carefully picked up the roses. “Of course, sir. These are beautiful,” she said, her voice warm. “A perfect choice. I’ll make sure they’re arranged in our finest vase for you.”

As he waited for her, he thought about Arizona, and how this day was the anniversary of pearl harbor, the hardest day in her life. He soon saw the cashier return with the vase, it was beautiful, azure, blue with waves painted on it, and seagulls on it too. The blue made a great contrasting color to the red of the roses. Looking at it, he was sure that Arizona was going to love it. He was confident in that fact, and he knew it would be worth the price he paid for it as well, to get her to smile and support her.

He watched as the cashier rang up the vase. It was not a cheap one, but again, that was okay, it was for someone who was important, the love of his life. "Here you go, sir. I hope these bring a little light to whoever they’re for.”

Nodding his head, he gave her a polite smile. “Thank you. They will,” he replied, his voice steady, though a hint of emotion lingered beneath. Taking the vase in his hands, he turned toward the door.

As he stepped outside into the crisp air, he thought about Arizona—about her quiet strength, her kindness, and the weight she carried from a past she could never fully escape. He knew that this day she had been seriously hurt, and that she had nightmares about it. Her big sister told him how hard it had been before he was assigned to her. Now that he was, things were better, but never completely better.

As he walked, he thought about what he should say, how he should address her. He ultimately decided to be himself, to be the person that supported her. He didn’t need to put on any act or try to dance around the issues. He had to be him and show her that he cared about her and was there to support her.

Of course, he already knew where she was going to be. She always went to the same place on this anniversary. Henry made his way to the park, the vase of roses carefully balanced in his hands. The weather was serene, as if nature itself had decided to offer a moment of calm on such a heavy day. The sun’s rays filtered through the scattered clouds, casting soft golden light over the harbor. He could see that nature was doing its best to perhaps comfort her too, giving her a lovely day to think and to contemplate things.

Walking up to the park gate, he walked up a path of flat gray stones that wandered through trees and flowers, up a hill, that would be where he would find her. He would find her at the very top, a place that gave an ideal view of the large harbor of the base. She would be sitting there watching the waves, and the boats below. Her mind thinking about when she was in a harbor not unlike this resting on a sunday morning when she was attacked completely surprised and gravely harmed. 

Walking closer he slowed down his steps holding the vase carefully as he saw her sitting on a simple wooden bench looking out to the sea. Just as he thought, she seemed to be in deep thought, her normal blue replaced by black a sign that she was in morning for the day. It made sense for her to be as well. He walked up quietly as he didn’t want to disturb her at all. 

Making himself known only at the last moment he smiled looking at Arizona as she turned her attention to him. She was beautiful, angelic even, she had the most classic beauty look to her, and she was always as classy as she was beautiful.

"Henry," she said softly, her voice carrying both surprise and warmth, as she noticed his arrival.

Hearing her soft, nearly angelic voice, he couldn’t help but smile. He raised his face so that she could get a better view of the dozen red roses that he had gotten for her. "I thought you might need these today," he said, his tone gentle. "And maybe a little company."

Arizona’s eyes went from her beloved commander, and partner. Before her gaze fell to the roses, her lips curving into a faint smile as her fingers lightly brushed the petals. “They’re beautiful... Thank you.” Her voice wavered, and she quickly looked away, blinking back tears.

Stepping closer to her, he put the vase on a small picnic style table, before moving over to sit next to the raven-haired beauty. “You don’t have to face this alone, Arizona,” he murmured, his voice steady and reassuring. “I’m here—for you, always.”

Having him close was comforting and she wanted that comfort. Arizona without any delay at all, leaned into Henry as she trusted him completely. She felt safe near him, and she soon felt his arm around her shoulder giving her a greater sense of comfort. She felt she could just melt away in this bit of happiness that he gave her on this very unhappy day. "It’s just... every year, I feel like I have to be strong for everyone else. But with you..." She paused, drawing a shaky breath. "I can just be myself."

Henry held her tighter, resting his chin atop her head. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you—to feel safe, to feel loved. Today isn’t just about remembering what was lost. It’s also about honoring how far you’ve come.”

Hearing his words, she knew he would say that he always said the right thing. She felt herself smile, a real genuine one, one that felt good to have. “Thanks, Henry, you always know just how to cheer me up.”

Smiling and feeling rather content with himself and that moment, he pulled her a bit closer, his arm holding her firmly. “That’s my job, isn’t it? Commander, partner... and your biggest supporter.”

They stood there in silence for a while, the harbor below them glimmering in the sunlight. At that moment, Henry knew they were both exactly where they needed to be—together.

“Now, Arizona, I am sure that your big sister is making a meal for you,” He commented, talking about her rather protective big sister Pennsylvania. “I am sure, she wants you to have a good day today and wants to help you in any way that she can,” Henry commented, “I might be tasked with bringing you to dinner later, to make sure you get there.”

He paused as he looked over, “Which means we have the whole afternoon together to spend it, and have as much fun as possible, Arizona,” He said as he leaned in and gave her a small kiss on her cheek, “So, want to go for a walk around the harbor, or just want to stay here in my arms for a while, enjoying each other’s company?”

Blushing slightly at his kiss, Arizona looked over at him with a soft smile, her eyes giving him a look that spoke volumes. She loved the way he made her feel, she knew that he was so much more than her commander, so much more than anyone even her sister, Penn. He was her partner; the man of her dreams and she was so grateful for him.

Reaching over she reached over and pressed her fingers against the blue vase smiling as she looked at the small seagulls on it. “I like it a lot, Henry,” she said, pausing for a moment, “I want to remain here today with you, I want to enjoy this moment with you and this peace, okay?”

Henry smiled, his gaze warm, filled with understanding. "Then here we’ll stay, as long as you need. I’m not going anywhere, Arizona." His arm tightened slightly around her shoulder, his presence speaking louder than words ever could—comfort, loyalty, and love.

It was peaceful, the view out on the harbor from here was breathtaking too, the beauty of the sea, the boats that called it home was something else. He felt as Arizona started to work her way into the right place as her head ended up resting itself on his shoulder her long hair falling over his back as she closed her eyes. Henry noticed a very content smile on her face and felt rather happy. 

For a good while the two of them just sat there without words, just enjoying the peace of the moment, soon the two were asleep resting against the bench as the wind brushed over them gently as if giving them both a gentle caress of approval. 

By the time they woke up, the colors of the sunset were washing over the water, giving a different but no less beautiful look. Henry shook Arizona as he knew they would have to head up to Penn’s so they could enjoy the meal he promised he would get her to. 

As she woke up, her beautiful blue eyes opening as she gazed upon him, she couldn’t help but grin at him. "You always know how to bring me back to myself. You help me relax, and feel safe, without you I don’t know what I would do. Henry. I don’t think I could face this day without you."

Henry looked down at her, his smile gentle. "You don’t have to. I’ll be here every year, every day, for as long as you want me to be."

She met his gaze, something unspoken yet deeply understood between them. "Then I hope you're ready for a lifetime of dealing with me."

Henry chuckled softly, his fingers grazing her cheek. "It’s a deal I’d make a hundred times over."

“However, my dear,” he said after a pause, “If we don’t get moving, I will get a lecture from your big sister, and I would prefer to avoid that, if possible,” he said with a smile.

“Yeah, and I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble, plus, I know that big sis, has worked hard to make a really good dinner, I am sure of it,” Arizona added as she felt so much better, the rest, the comfort, the flowers, she felt like she was on cloud nine and this bad day, was one of her favorites of all time.

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Muse B: So what is this one, the story of a girl who hates the world and her commander who doesn’t?

Muse A: Kind of, it is the story of love that never dies, of warmth and kindness, and of hope. Of a man and a woman who lose touch, but ultimately in the end, find each other again.

Muse B: Okay, I am curious, let’s get on with it then, this one might be really good.

As he walked to the door, young Ernst Von Ecks was going to head out to see his partner in crime for the last time. The youngster had heard that his best friend was going to be shipped off to start her schooling at a military academy for kansen. That she was going to have to be away, and that he wasn’t going to get to see her again, at least for a long time. 

Opening the door. He looked out as he saw the snow falling. Young Ernst stood his messy unkempt black hair, soft blue eyes looking at the snow-covered street. He grabbed his heavy coat and took off.  There was no way in hell, he was going to miss this last chance to see her. She was his best friend, his partner in crime, they did everything together, there was a part of him that was incomplete without her. He even had a necklace that he had used his allowance to buy for her. A keepsake that she might remember him and their days of fun when she was working hard to be a kansen in the Iron Blood Navy. 

Ernst had to make it, he feared that if he was not fast enough, he would miss this chance to see her again. His young mind thought about everything he could tell her, how he could give her one last memory. He smiled as he thought about how he wanted to give her this last gift. 

The boy ran to the meeting point, a set of swings and saw Grap Zeppelin or as he thought of her, Zeppy, sitting with a heavy black coat on waiting for him to arrive, her face a bit red from being out in the cold.

Ernst stopped a few feet away from the swings, his breath visible in the frosty air as he caught his breath. He had to make it; he feared that if he was not fast enough, he would miss this chance to see her again. His young mind thought about everything he could tell her, how he could give her one last memory. He smiled as he thought about how he wanted to give her this last gift. 

Rushing he saw her,and smiled, at least he made it in time to have this final talk.

“Zeppy!” he called out, his voice cracking slightly.

Graf Zeppelin, or Zeppy as only he was allowed to call her, turned her head sharply at the sound of his voice. Her pink eyes lit up with recognition, and a faint smile broke across her face, though it quickly disappeared into her usual stern expression.

“You’re late,” she said, her voice carrying the same commanding tone she always used, though there was a warmth to it that betrayed how glad she was to see him.

Ernst gave her a sheepish grin as he trudged through the snow toward her. “Sorry. I ran as fast as I could,” he said, brushing the snow off his coat.

Zeppy crossed her arms, trying to maintain her air of authority, though her cheeks flushed a little more, likely from the cold—or maybe something else. “Hmph. At least you made it. I thought you might not come.”
“Not a chance in the world I would let that happen, Zeppy,” Ernst declared as he gave her a serious look. A look that lasted only a few moments as he fished around his pocket to find the very small box that was holding his final gift for the kansen.

Pulling the simple small white box from his pocket, he presented it for Zeppy as his hands shook a bit from the cold. That mattered not, having this moment with his best friend, that was what was important. 

“What’s that?” Zeppy asked a bit confused as to why Ernst had a gift for him, unsure if it was real or just some trick her mind was playing on her as she looked at it for a moment curious what was inside. 

“It’s… it’s something for you,” Ernst said, stepping closer and holding the box out to her. “I wanted you to have this before you leave. So you don’t forget me.”

Zeppy’s pink eyes widened slightly as she hesitated, then slowly took the box from him. She opened it carefully, her fingers trembling just a little. Inside was a delicate silver necklace with a small pendant shaped like a star.

“I thought… you could keep it with you,” Ernst said, his voice faltering. “”Zeppy, I promise someday when I am older, I will find you and I will make sure that we have a great fun reunion. I just… well Zeppy, can you promise me you won’t forget me. I know this is a lot ot ask of you, but please don’t. I hope this star, this necklace will remind you of me, and of home when are challenging, and hard.”

Looking closely at the necklace, she smiled softly as she took it and put it on, it was large on her, but she figured she would grow into it. She looked at Ernst in the eyes and then reached forward and grabbed him, hugging him close to herself. He was her best friend, the person she would miss above all others, and why she wanted to prove herself as the best.

“You’re such an idiot,” she muttered, her voice wavering just a little. “Like I’d ever forget you.”

Ernst froze for a moment, then hugged her back, his face red but a wide smile spreading across it.

“You’re my best friend, Ernst,” Zeppy said, pulling back just enough to look at him. “I promise I will become really cool, and awesome, and if I ever have any issues, I am counting on you to show up and set me right,” she said with a smile, “However, I promise that I will make you proud, and that I will do my best to become the star, that I always brag about being in the future.”

“You already make me proud, and you are already my star, Zeppy” Ernst replied, his voice soft and kind.

Zeppy’s cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red, but she quickly masked it with a confident smirk. “Of course I do. I’m going to be the greatest kansen the Iron Blood has ever seen. You’ll see.”

The two of them stood there in the snow, neither wanting to leave but knowing they couldn’t stay forever. Finally, Zeppy stepped back, fastening the necklace around her neck and tucking it beneath her coat.

“Thank you, Ernst,” she said, her voice quieter now. “I’ll never forget this. Or you.”

“Good,” Ernst said with a grin. “Because I’ll be waiting for you to come back, and if not, then I will just have to go and find you and become your commander, Zeppy.”

With that, they said their goodbyes, the snow falling softly around them as they shared one last look before Zeppy turned to walk away. Ernst watched her go, clutching the memory of this moment tightly in his heart.

After that day, many years came and went, Ernst for his part did go to military school, forced into training, he would just miss out serving in the second siren war, the fight against the Azur Lane, and being a member of the Crimson Axis. However, he would graduate, and he would hear about the struggle that his old best friend had. He never forgot her, there was no way in the world he could even after being apart for years. 

So, as first in his class at officer school, he was given the choice of basically any Iron Blood kansen to command. His choice was obvious, he remembered his promise, to find and help her when she needed it. That was what he was going to do. Ernst was going to take Graf Zeppelin under his command, and he was going to support her and help her. He was going to make things better for her and do all he could to be a commander worthy of such a woman.

He sent for her to arrive at his office, just labeling himself as her commander. He hoped she would remember him, that she would remember the days in the past when they were best friends. He had however seen her report, she had been disillusioned by the world and the troubles she had to endure. He felt his heart hurt just thinking about the suffering and troubles she faced. They couldn’t have been easy. He clenched his fist tightly before he pressed it into the top of the desk.

Looking at the door, she would soon walk through, he narrowed his eyes, “I promise, no matter what you turn out like, Zeppy,” He said pausing, “I will make up for all the lost time we have, and I will make your life better, and I will be by your side as best as I can be. Here to support you in every possible way that I can.”

Standing there, he would soon hear the sound of boots crack against the wooden floor of the hall. He knew she was about to be there, and he felt anxious, nervous, and excited in equal measure. He was going to see her again, Zeppy would be before him once again, granted she would be different, but no matter what, his best friend would be there. He had missed her so much over the handful of years that passed between their parting and this reunion.

Then the door opened and in walked the beautiful white-haired beauty, her pink eyes looking around the room before they would focus on him. Looking at her for the first time in years, he was taken back by both her beauty, and the presence which she had. She was a strong woman, her pose, the look in her eyes told him that. She was cold, perhaps because of the troubles she went through. She was also beautiful, without a doubt the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his whole life. He knew too why he was there. Ernst was there to set things right, just as he had promised he would do, if things ended up this way.

“Commander,” Graf Zeppelin greeted, her voice calm but tinged with an edge of skepticism. She stepped inside, her coat trailing slightly behind her. “I have received your orders. I am here to serve the Iron Blood Navy under your command. What are your orders?”

Ernst felt his breath catch in his throat. She looked so different, so composed, and yet… the pendant told him that a part of her still remembered. Gathering his courage, he straightened up and returned her steady gaze.

“Zeppy,” he said softly, the old nickname slipping from his lips before he could stop himself.

Her eyes widened slightly at the sound, her stoic facade cracking just for a moment. The air in the room grew heavy with unspoken tension as her gaze bore into him.

“...No one calls me that anymore,” she said, her voice quieter now, almost unsure.

Ernst took a step closer, his hands trembling slightly. “I do. And I always will,” he said firmly. “I don’t know how much you remember, Zeppy, but I promised you something a long time ago. I promised I’d find you. And here we are.”

Her expression hardened, her pink eyes narrowing slightly. “That was a long time ago,” she said curtly. “I am not the same person I was then. Whatever you think you know about me, Commander, I suggest you forget it. The world has no place for childish promises or sentimentality.”

"Forget about you, Zeppy," Ernst said, taken back for a moment as he pressed his knuckles into the top of his desk. "Not a chance, not ever," He declared firmly and loudly as he wasn't going to back down from this.

“I don’t believe that you want me to forget about you,” he said, his voice steady, as he looked Zeppelin in the eyes. “I read your report. I know the struggles you’ve faced. But I also know the girl who sat on those swings in the snow. The girl who told me she’d become the greatest kansen in the Iron Blood Navy. That girl is still in there, Zeppy. And I’m here to remind you of that.”

Graf Zeppelin’s eyes flickered with something—anger? Pain? No, it wasn't either of those things. She looked at her new commander. Her childhood best friend, he was older, had grown into a fine man himself, and she knew that he was being honest. He was always honest with her, and he always believed in her. Even in the darkest time that memory had kept her going. She also remembered another important fact about him. She crossed her arms under her bosom as she let out a deep sigh.

“You’re stubborn,” she said finally, her voice low. “You always were.”

“And you’re stronger than you give yourself credit for,” Ernst countered, taking another step closer. “You’ve faced things I can’t even imagine, Zeppy, but you don’t have to face them alone anymore. I’m here now. I’m your commander, but more than that, I’m still your friend. Let me help you.”

Looking at him, there was part of her that wanted to hug him and tell him that she missed him more than he would ever know. Part of her, that saw him as her one light in a world gone dark. Yet, she couldn't, she had to be strong, she had to not show the weakness she felt at that moment.

“I don’t need your help,” she said, her voice colder now. But her hand still lingered on the pendant.

“Maybe not,” Ernst said with a small, bittersweet smile. "However, Zeppy, I am here to help, and I am here to support you, and I think you might not need that, but you deserve all the help and support that can be given to you." 

Looking at him a bit surprised, she knew that this was in his nature, however she had a rather negative passing thought. The thought caused a spark of defiance within her, one that disliked authority. “You think you can fix me, Ernst?" She paused as she looked at him in the eyes, her gaze intense and serious. "You think you can come in here and change things, that you can undo all the things I have been through. You’re wrong, I have seen too much, done too much that can't be undone. I am who I am, and I am never going to..."

“I’m not here to fix you,” Ernst said softly, as he interrupted her, not letting her finish her self-defeating comment. “I’m here to stand by you. To remind you of the person you are—of the person you can still be.”

Looking at him bewildered, only he could say something like that, and she actually believe it was true. She looked at the ground. Then she looked away quietly as she looked out the window. Maybe, just maybe he was right, and she knew if there was anyone, she would want to stand with it was him, her Ernest.

“You really are an idiot,” she muttered, the faintest trace of a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

Ernst chuckled softly, relief washing over him. “Yeah, maybe I am. But I’m your idiot, Zeppy.”

She shook her head, but the smirk lingered as she turned back to him. “Fine. I’ll humor you, Commander. But don’t think for a moment that this changes anything.”

“It changes everything,” Ernst said with a grin. “But we’ll take it one step at a time.”

As they stood there, the distance between them seeming just a little smaller, Ernst knew that this was only the beginning. The Graf Zeppelin before him was not the same girl he had known, but she wasn’t a stranger either. Ernst once had given his word to his best friend to help her. Now, it was time to work hard and live up to his promise. He didn't know just how he was going to pull it off, but he would figure something out, he always did.

Ten months later, he was walking with Graf Zeppelin as he looked over at the beautiful white-haired girl, he had come home, and he had brought her with him, back to the place they had spent their childhood together. He smiled as he held her hand firmly in his own. He hadn’t said where he was taking her, but he wanted to do something special. Things had as he hoped gotten much better between the pair of them over the time she was under his command, he knew it was time to be brave and bold again.

He led her to a pair of swings that she without a doubt remembered, it was where he said his goodbyes for the first time. He paused as he stopped, “Good old memories, the type worth keeping,” He said as he turned, his hand again finishing in his pocket for a small box, this time a black box, one that would change both of their futures forever. 

Graf Zeppelin looked at the swings, her pink eyes softening as memories flooded back. For a moment, her typically stern demeanor melted, and she let herself be the girl she once was. She reached up, almost instinctively, to touch the star pendant necklace that still hung around her neck, a keepsake she had never removed since the day Ernst gave it to her.

"I didn’t think you’d remember this place," she murmured, her voice quieter and more vulnerable than usual.

Ernst chuckled softly, his blue eyes warm as he looked at her. "How could I forget? This is where everything started. Where I made my first promise to you, and where I swore to always find you, no matter what."

She looked at him, her eyes narrowing slightly, but there was no hiding the faint blush on her cheeks. "You always were sentimental," she teased, though her voice lacked its usual sharpness.

"Maybe," Ernst admitted, his grin widening. "But that sentiment got us here, didn’t it?"

Graf Zeppelin’s gaze softened further, and for once, she allowed herself to smile. "It did."

He turned as he held a grip on the box in his pocket, “Now, Zeppy, I am here because this has to be done just right, and this is the only place for this to happen,” he commented, doing his best to hide his nervousness and anxiety as he spoke. He knew it was time to do this, to make his final move. “Zeppy, you are important to me,” he started before pausing as he gathered himself thinking as he tried to keep from freezing up and saying the wrong thing.

Graf Zeppelin looked at him, her pink eyes focused on him curious what was going through his mind, a part of her having a good idea, and that part causing her to slightly blush.

"Over these past months," Ernst continued, "I’ve seen you at your best and your worst, and I’ve admired you more with each passing day. You’re strong, brave, and incredible, Zeppy, and I don’t want to imagine a future where you’re not by my side."

He looked at her as he moved quickly falling to one knee as he pulled out the simple small black box from his pocket and held it up opened. Inside of the box, was a beautiful golden ring, one that had a small star-shaped diamond on it. 

"Graf Zeppelin," Ernst declared firmly and loudly, as he could feel his heart pound in his chest as he looked at his beloved childhood friend, kansen, and partner in crime. "Zeppy, will you marry me?"

For a moment nothing happened as the two stood as the snow fell around them, Graf Zeppelin’s eyes looking at the ring and then at him. She had somehow hoped this day would come, she had wanted it to come and she now had what she wanted, something she wasn’t used to at all.

"You... you idiot," she finally managed, her voice trembling. "You’re supposed to give me a warning before doing something like this."

"I just had to do this, I put a lot of thought into it, I just kind of rushed at the end a bit," Ernst admitted, honestly as he gave her a nervous smile.

“You never change, do you, Ernst,” Graf Zeppelin commented as she moved closer looking at the ring, and pausing for a moment. It was beautiful, it was the same star design as was on her necklace. 

"Of course I don’t, Zeppy, I don’t change when it comes to what is most important. When it comes to you," Ernst commented with a playful grin on his lips. "You are the love of my life, you know."

"Of course, and you already know the answer, Ernst, the answer is yes. I want nothing more than to be my yourself forever. I want to be your partner, your wife from now to forever," Zeppy declared firmly and with great affection as she looked at Ernst as her pink eyes shined with affection. 

Hearing her words, Ernst felt a rush of joy and euphoria wash over him as he slipped the golden ring over her finger. He then looked up into her pink eyes and smiled. Getting to his feet and pulling her into a bear hug, letting his actions show his emotions.

Graf Zeppelin, for her part, leaned into him, her usual composure completely gone as she let herself be vulnerable in his arms. "You really are an idiot," she murmured, though there was no malice in her words. "But I guess you’re my idiot now."

"And proud of it," Ernst replied, his voice full of warmth and affection.

As the two of them stood there, the snow began to fall gently around them once more, the swings swayed slightly in the wind—a reminder of the past they shared and the future they would build together.

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Muse B: I saw the list of characters, emotional again?

Muse A: Yep, Amagi, need I say more?

Muse B: Nope, I have a good idea just based on what I know about that one too. Will it be heartwarming?

Muse A: Yep, very much so, and I think it turned out pretty good, so enjoy.

A young boy held a large spoon in his hand as he stirred a large, oversized pot of porridge before himself. Pausing he whipped a bit of sweat from his forehead. He had been at this a while, but he had to get this right. He leaned over moving the spoon with all of his strength. His black eyes focused intently as he cooked the porridge. This was a mission, and one that he couldn’t fail, as it was to help his friend, Amagi.

Tapping his fingertip against his chin, he had a feeling he needed to add something. He remembered the recipe he had read in the book, where he found this stuff. It had a picture of cinnamon, and butter in it, he remembered because his mom had told him what they were. His sharp mind made sure to remember everything, because he wanted to get this down just right. He wanted to do the best he could for Amagi, and make sure she was taken care of.

After finding the stuff, he put it quickly in before he returned to stirring the pot, putting his back into it as he went on thinking about Amagi’s reaction to this meal. A smile on his face as he hoped that this would cause her to feel better, even if just a bit.

When he was sure it was done, the boy moved about and found two bowls, putting the porridge into the two bowls. The boy, Hiro Mutsaku,put each of the bowls on a tray that he carried with all his strength moving slowly to make sure he didn't spill anything. He walked into the guest room, where his family's special guest was resting. Walking in, he saw the brown haired kitsune kansen, the smart, and kind Amagi. He walked over putting the tray on the bedside table, before he went in and got cups and filled them with water, adding two lemons to each quickly before taking that back and sitting it on the tray. 

Seeing as she was waking up, he smiled, her eyes soon would flutter open and he had breakfast to share with her, if she wanted. He knew that her napping was common as she was in frail help and he just wanted to help her as much as he could. 

He sat down in the chair next to her bed, as he watched as her eyes slowly opened and looked around stretching her hands over her head as her perfect purple eyes looked over at him, a smile appearing on her face as she did. 

“Good morning, Amagi-chan,” He said softly as he looked at her, giving her a warm and understanding smile, “I worked really hard, and I made you this meal to help you build back your strength,” He chirped energetically, as the affection and care he had for her was obvious in his tone, his gaze and his efforts.

“Hiro-kun,” Amagi gasped as she looked at him, her voice soft, and warm, her eyes looking over the youngster who had taken it upon himself to help her without question. She smiled looking at him, she wanted to get older, and she wanted him to be her commander someday. His heart, his determination, she knew that he was the only one she wanted to be that, of course that was if he even wanted to go down that path in life. “It looks really good, I can tell you improved from the last time you tried.”

Rubbing the back of his head, he chuckled, blushing slightly as he always liked when she said something nice about him. He stretched the top of his head as he took the large spoon and put it into the porridge, “This one's for you, and I am even here to help you eat if you want,” he declared ready to do whatever he could to help out the person most important to him.

“Okay, I think I will um…all..allow it,” Amagi said with a smile. It gave her more time with him, and that was good. Somehow and for some reason, she didn’t know it made her heart swell with joy and happiness. 

Nodding his head, Hiro moved the large spoon slowly and carefully as he moved it to her mouth helping her eat the first bite of the warm porridge. 

And at the same time, Amagi allowed him to guide the spoon to her lips, her expression patient and kind. As she took the first bite, Hiro watched her intently, his heart pounding in his chest. Her eyes lit up slightly, and she gave a small, approving nod.

"This is... delightful," she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of surprise. "You’ve done a wonderful job, Hiro-kun. Thank you for taking such good care of me."

Hiro beamed, his earlier nerves melting away. "I just wanted to help, Amagi-san. You’ve been through so much, and... I just thought maybe this could make you feel better."

Amagi’s gaze softened, and she reached out to gently ruffle his hair. "You have a kind heart, Hiro-kun. That is the most important thing of all."

The boy blushed again, looking away with a grin. "Amagi, I want to be strong, strong enough to protect you and support you no matter what," he declared loudly as made his declaration. 

Amagi tilted her head, her expression thoughtful. "Strength is important, yes. But it’s this—your thoughtfulness, your determination—that truly makes a difference. Never forget that."

They shared the meal together, Hiro savoring every moment of Amagi’s quiet approval. For him, her smile and her words were worth all the effort in the world. As they finished, Amagi leaned back against her pillow, her strength waning again, though her expression remained serene.

"Thank you, Hiro-kun," she murmured, her eyelids growing heavy. "You’ve brightened my morning... and my heart."

Things moved along in life, he worked really hard to become a commander, he was going to be her commander, the woman who meant the world to him. The only one he wanted to command, to work with, and be with. He loved his Amagi more than anything in the world, and he wanted more than anything to support her, so when he heard that she fell into a coma while protecting her sister, he fell into a state of despair. After Hiro, lost the most important person in his life. 

Instead of taking a frontline command job, he worked supplies and strategy as he didnt’ want another girl as his kansen. If it wasn’t Amagi, it wasn’t what he wanted to do. He would do his best, to support everyone else, from her sister, to the most common of ships. He kept up with the tactics, and even studied them often thinking about what ifs, wondering if Amagi was okay, how things would end up. 

Things didn’t change much from that day, as he continued day in and day out basically the same, especially, when Amagi was hidden away, and he couldn’t visit her anymore. He got along with the other kansen, but they were not her, they were not his beloved Amagi. 

However, one day he got a message, a request, that he had to meet with a new kansen, one using a new technology. One who demanded that he be her commander, and would accept no one else in the whole Sakura Empire Command structure. 

Thus, Hiro was waiting in a small meeting room for her to arrive. He waited, curious and wondering how he could tell her that he wasn’t the right commander. That there was only one kansen for him and that she was not going to be walking through the door. 

Hiro Mutsaku sat in the quiet meeting room, fidgeting slightly as he waited for the new Kansen to arrive. It had been years since he’d truly felt like himself. Ever since Amagi, the one person who had shaped his dreams and ambitions, had fallen into a coma while protecting her sister, his world had felt dim and incomplete. Though he’d dedicated his life to logistics and strategy for the Sakura Empire, he had never taken another Kansen as his partner. To him, Amagi was irreplaceable—his one and only.

When he received the request to meet a new Kansen, one who had demanded that he be her commander, he had been reluctant. He’d thought about refusing outright but eventually agreed, out of duty if nothing else. Still, he dreaded the meeting. Whoever she was, he’d have to tell her that his heart belonged to someone else—someone he thought he’d never see again.

Watching the door slide open, HIro stood out of respect, his worries about who this kansen was flooded his mind as he fidgeted, the dark haired young man waiting to see what fate had in store for him.

However, when she stepped into the room. His eyes went wide out of shock, she was there, before him, and she was fine and healthy. He felt his heart skip a beat as he looked at her graceful beautiful figure before him. He couldn’t believe this at all. He almost pinched himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. 

Yet, there she stood before him in all her glory.

Amagi.

As he looked at her closely, he could tell that there was something different about her. It was the way she held herself; it was also something else that he couldn’t quiet put pick at in that moment. Yet, it didn’t matter, a miracle had happened and there she stood in her white crisp uniform, her beauty showing through her tight uniform. He couldn’t help but blush as he noticed just how natural a beauty that she was.

“I am not dreaming right, you're not another long-lost sister of Amagi and Akagi, that I don’t know about, right?” He asked as he was afraid that he was someone dreaming and he would wake up to find this all nothing but an illusion. 

“Hiro-kun, you know full well it is me, and trust me I am no illusion,” she said with a soft tone to her voice as she gave him a smile, so very happy to see him again. “It has been far too long, my dear Hiro-kun.”

“Ye..yes, it has be..been,” Hiro replied, his mind still working to figure out this miracle. “How though, I mean how are you back here, before my, Amagi-chan?”

“I was given a second chance,” Amagi replied, her tone resolute yet tender. “Through the Empire’s efforts and new technology, I have been revived—not as I once was, but as Amagi II. My body is stronger, my heart steadier, but my soul… it has always been yours.”

Hiro’s chest tightened, emotions swirling within him—joy, relief, disbelief, and a lingering trace of fear. “You’re really here?” he asked, his voice barely audible.

Amagi nodded, kneeling beside him and gently taking his hand in hers. “I am here, Hiro-kun. And I have not forgotten everything you did for me. You were my light during my darkest days, my strength when I had none. Now, I wish to return the favor.”

“But… I failed you,” he murmured, guilt flashing across his face. “When you fell into that coma, I couldn’t protect you. I—”

Amagi placed a finger against his lips, silencing him with a patient smile. “You never failed me, Hiro. You gave me hope when I had little left. Even when I was gone, you carried on, helping others in my stead. You worked and did your best, even when it couldn’t have been easy. You did great, you are great. There is this thing about you that I so love. It is what I admire most about you, it is your determined spirit, and your unwavering heart.”

Hearing the compliments, and seeing her, knowing that she was going to be his kansen again. His to protect, he was going to have a second chance to do things right. He felt his emotions stirring, as he whipped away some tears with the back of his hand. “Amagi, I… I never stopped thinking about you. I always dreamed that we would have a moment like this, I always dreamed of seeing you healthy and happy. I never wanted anything else.”

“And now, you get that and more my Hiro-kun,” she declared softly but with a firmness to her words. “I am here, Hiro-kun, not just as a Kansen, but as your partner. If you will have me, I want nothing more than to stand by your side—to be your Amagi, once more.”

Hiro couldn’t hold back his emotions any longer. Hiro moved forward, his arms soon wrapping around Amagi as he held her in his arms, as he felt so happy. He had a miracle, he had his Amagi back and it wasn't a dream. “I’ve missed you so much,” he commented softly, his emotional voice breaking.

“And I you,” she replied, resting her forehead against his. “But we have been given a second chance. Let us make the most of it—together.”

From that moment on, Hiro and Amagi II became an inseparable team. Though the scars of the past remained, they found solace and strength in one another, ready to face whatever challenges the future held. For Hiro, there was no greater honor than being Amagi’s commander—and for Amagi, there was no greater joy than standing by the side of the boy who had once stirred porridge for her with all his heart.

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Muse A: What is this story about, it is implacable right so, really um lewd stuff?

Muse B: Oh, goodness, not at all. This story isn’t about anything lewd. It’s about care, compassion, and maybe just a touch of playful banter. Implacable might tease, but her intentions are genuine. She’s stepping up when Edward needs someone most, even if he’s too stubborn to admit it. 

Muse A: Hmm, so it’s more of a... quiet, tender kind of moment? Not her usual antics?  

Muse B: Exactly. Think of it as peeling back layers. You get to see Implacable’s nurturing side and Edward’s vulnerability—something they both keep hidden. It’s about trust and maybe a hint of growing affection.  

Muse A: Oh, so she’s just taking care of him? That’s surprisingly sweet.  

Muse B: Sweet, yes, but also a bit of a power shift. The mighty commander, brought low by illness, is reminded that even he isn’t invincible—and Implacable? She’s the anchor keeping him steady through the storm. It’s subtle, but it’s a turning point for both of them.

Edward Whiteside, commander of the Azur Lane, and Royal Navy commander would normally be at work, but he had gotten one heck of a stomach bug, and was in bed in a lot of pain. He had been sleeping on and off for most of the day, tired, and worn out from the illness that was kicking his butt. 

He hadn’t told anyone back at the base that he was sick, and thus was alone in his dark room, the blinds closed with blackout curtains to keep any of that annoying light out of the way. Laying on his bed, he just held a pillow to his own body wishing that he felt better, wishing that he could do anything to get past this super annoyance. 

A moment later, the blonde commander coughed hard into the pillow as he knew he had to go take more medicine, but he wasn’t sure he honestly had the energy to push himself up and go take said medicine. His body ached and moving was a complete pain as well. Yet, at the same time as he was curled up, he knew he was going to have to cross that bridge, and get the medicine that was in the kitchen of his small quaint house. 

The one thing that he didn’t know at that moment. Implacable strode up to the front door of Edward Whiteside’s home, her usual teasing demeanor tempered by a rare glint of concern in her piercing blue eyes. She’d noticed his absence at the base and had pieced together, with her trademark mix of intuition and strategic thinking, that something was amiss. The Commander wasn’t one to shirk his duties, even for minor inconveniences—unless, of course, he physically couldn’t.

Dressed in her elegant uniform, she carried a basket in one hand, filled with a mix of medicines, fresh soup, tea, and other small comforts. The sight of his humble abode made her smirk softly. “A commander of his caliber deserves better quarters,” she mused aloud, brushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “But I suppose it suits him—practical, unpretentious, and just a little too stubborn for his own good.”

Without hesitation, she knocked, her knuckles rapping sharply against the wooden door. When there was no immediate answer, her expression softened further, and she tested the doorknob. Finding it unlocked, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.

“Commander?” she called out gently, her voice a melodic mix of authority and affection. The house was completely silent as she entered, that was until she heard the sound of coughing. Closing the door, she was afraid of this possibility. That her headstrong stubborn man would lock himself away and suffer alone without any help. “It seems my suspicions were correct. Leaving your loyal fleet in the dark? Oh, how cruel of you.”

Implacable found the medicine, and carefully mixed it with the soup she had brought. That would help him, she figured as she made sure everything was in its proper place. She then held her figure of Queen Elizabeth and made a small prayer before taking the tray to his room. She partly couldn’t wait to see his surprised face, but also wasn’t sure she wanted to see him hurting at the same time.
Walking to the dark room, she prepared herself, before she entered, the light of the hall behind her highlighting just who it was who was there to take care of. Her voluptuous figure, by the backlighting  from the hallway light.

“My, my, Commander,” she began, stepping lightly across the room. “If you wanted to keep me away, you should have tried harder than this.” Her tone was teasing, but her movements were deliberate as she approached his bedside and sat down in a chair next to him.

Edward cracked one eye open, his groggy expression a mix of irritation and surprise. “Implacable... What are you doing here?”

“Rescuing you, of course,” she replied smoothly, leaning forward to rest her chin on her hand. “Though, I must admit, seeing you in such a state does take away some of your usual charm.” She paused, her teasing smile softening. “Now, sit tight. You clearly lack the energy to argue, and I’ve brought enough supplies to nurse even the most stubborn of Commanders back to health.”

Before he could muster a response, she stood and retrieved the basket from the kitchen, returning with a steaming cup of herbal tea and a small bowl of soup. “Here,” she said, placing them on the bedside table. “Tea to soothe your throat and soup to settle your stomach. And don’t even think about refusing—I didn’t make these just to watch them go to waste.”

Edward sighed, his resistance melting under her unwavering gaze. “Thanks,” he muttered, reaching for the tea with trembling hands. Implacable was quick to steady him, her touch gentle yet firm.

“Rest assured, Commander,” she said with a playful smirk, “I’ll keep everything at the base running smoothly while you recover. But for now, your only mission is to get better. Leave the rest to me.”

Edward slowly pushed himself up onto his elbows as he looked at the beautiful blonde. He knew that she was something else, and he figured normally this might be her plotting something, it seemed genuine, and he did have a huge soft spot for the blonde. Plus, if this was her angle to make him see her a bit differently, he thought it might be working too. He reached over and took the tea. His shaky handheld it as he took a sip. 

He felt embarrassed as he was used to being the strong one, the one other could depend upon and rely upon. So, relying on others was something very familiar to the headstrong blonde. His own blue eyes looked over at hers, as he paused, “I need help with the…soup,” he admitted quietly, as his hand was most likely too shaky to hold the spoon and also eat it. 

Implacable’s expression softened, her teasing demeanor fading just slightly as she caught the hesitation and embarrassment in Edward’s voice. For all his confident, skills, and ability as the commander. He was still a man, and like any man had their weak points as well as strengths. She looked at him, seeing his vulnerable side, the side he kept hidden away. Seeing it, she felt a tenderness and need to watch out after him wash over her. 

With that in mind, She took the chair from his desk and moved it to the side of his bed, before sitting down on it. It was her mission, to help the fleet, by helping the commander. To support the man she so cared for, and if that ended up showing him something, he wanted. If it showed him that he would be better off with her at his side, all the better. 

“Don’t fret, my dear Edward,” she said softly, offering him a warm smile. “Even the strongest need help sometimes. Asking for it isn’t a weakness—it’s simply human. I am sure someone who has to be strong for others has a hard time asking for help from them,” she commented, pausing as she took a bit of soup into the spoon.

“It’s not every kansen who gets to see you like this,” she teased gently. “But being the one to care for you? That’s a privilege I don’t take lightly.” She paused as he hesitated, then smiled when he finally allowed her to feed him. A quiet warmth spread through her—taking care of him like this felt right, a way to give back to the man who carried so much for everyone else. “See not too difficult was it,” she added with a bit of a playful tone.

“How is it?” she asked, her voice laced with curiosity and a hint of pride. “I made sure it’s both hearty and easy on the stomach. After all, I have no intention of nursing you back to health only to see you fall ill again.”

Edward swallowed, his gaze dropping to the bowl as he muttered, “It’s good. Thank you.”

The rare note of gratitude in his voice made Implacable’s heart swell, though she kept her expression composed. She continued feeding him, her movements careful and precise, ensuring he didn’t strain himself. Between spoonfuls, she filled the silence with light chatter, her usual teasing tempered by genuine care.

“You know,” she began, her tone almost casual, “the fleet has been running smoothly in your absence. Though I suspect certain individuals are waiting for you to return just so they can stop pretending to behave.” She chuckled softly, her laughter like a soft bell in the dim room. “Your presence is more missed than you realize, Commander.”

Edward gave her a tired smile, the corners of his mouth twitching upward despite himself. “I doubt anyone misses me causing them extra paperwork.”

“Oh, nonsense,” Implacable replied, waving a hand dismissively. “They miss your leadership, your determination... and perhaps even your gruff charm. Though I’d wager a certain blonde misses you just a touch more than the rest.” Her voice dipped into a teasing lilt as she met his gaze, her blue eyes locking with his.

Edward’s cheeks flushed slightly, though he quickly looked away. “You’re impossible,” he muttered, though there was no malice in his words.

“Implacable,” she corrected with a sly grin. “And don’t you dare forget it.”

She continued to feed him making sure he got down as much soup as he could. Knowing he would need the strength to fight this bug. Soon, she was adjusting his blankets that had been kicked off the bed, and gave him a soft smile. “Now,” she said, rising to her feet with an air of authority, “your next orders are simple: rest, hydrate, and recover. I’ll stay here to ensure you don’t disobey.”

Edward looked up at her with an expression, one of mild surprise and exasperation. “You’re staying?” he asked, his voice hoarse but laced with disbelief.

“Of course, my silly commander,” Impeccable commented with a smile as she sat with her arms crossed under her bosom. “After all, I didn’t come out here and take care of you so you can undo this work through your own stubbornness. Some one has to take care of you, and I decided that person should be me of course.”

He sighed, sinking deeper into his pillows. “You’re persistent.”

“Implacable,” she quipped again, a playful glint in her eyes. “The name says it all.”

Edward couldn’t help but smile at their banter, he felt tired, but he was so grateful that she was there. She was his angel this day, and he felt so happy to have her there with him. He felt comforted by her presence and soon thereafter he slipped off into sleep. Everything just felt more bearable with her near.

Implacable, noticing his breathing even out, smiled to herself and quietly began tidying up the room. She retrieved the empty soup bowl and tea cup, setting them back in the basket she’d brought. After a moment or two she couldn’t help herself, as she worked her way onto his bed and put her arm around him protectively. She knew as a kansen simple human illnesses were beyond her, and even if they weren’t this was too much of a opportunity to not take advantage of it.

Holding her beloved commander in her arms, she felt happy that she took the chance and listened to her gut. She knew he would be okay, and she knew that she would be there whenever he needed her.

“Even the strongest need someone to lean on,” she murmured to herself, as she held him firmly in her grasp. “And I’ll be here for you, whether you want me to be or not.”

Soon the pair of them both were asleep, the joy and contentment of both obvious to any who would see this scene. The commander felt the comfort of having someone helping him, that he cared for. The kansen, happy that she could show her own feelings to him in such a positive and effective way. 

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Muse A: A cowgirl, Ice Cream and a wholesome exchange, what more could one ask for?

Muse B: Hmm, wholesome with a girl known for her insanely large…

Muse A: Yep, but she is also a gentle and sweet girl fitting of her role as transport, helping others though in her case clumsy because she is rather top heavy.

Muse B: Okay, okay, let's see what we got here.

Commander Iswari Satake had spent most of the day working hard. After attending a lecture on leadership and command, he put his new insights into practice, helping his kansen refine their gunnery skills and tandem attack coordination on the firing range. The work, the various drills had gone well. The day had been challenging for the short dark haired young man, who was wearing his formal white uniform. The day had been a hot one and he felt warn down from the various work he had done. As such, he decided to head home as soon as he was done with work to get some rest in and maybe have a cool drink or something. 

The moment Iswari stepped into his small, simple but warm house; a wave of sweetness hit him—a scent that seemed to hug him in its soft, citrusy embrace. It was light yet unmistakably decadent, something tangy and sweet intermingling in the air. He paused, inhaling deeply as curiosity flared. Ice cream? His brow furrowed in confusion, his lips curling into an involuntary smile.

Moving further inside, his eyes widened as the source of the aroma came into view. There she was—Kashino.

He could tell her apart from her rather impressive bosom, that stood out compared to anyone else. She also had very shapely hips that were attention grabbing as well. She had this long lush brown hair that fell down her back and those cute horns on top of her head. She was the whole package of beauty. Yet, as always, it wasn’t just her appearance that caught his attention. Kashino’s presence itself—kind and warm—seemed to fill the room, much like the sweetness now lingering in the air.

She was standing at his small kitchen counter, carefully finishing up what looked like a batch of homemade ice cream. The quiet focus on her face, her delicate hands handling the utensils with care, made the scene feel oddly domestic. Iswari blinked, suddenly aware of the new keychain on his table. Had he given her a key? He couldn’t quite recall, but something about seeing Kashino there—content and purposeful—made it feel completely natural.

Hearing him approach, Kashino turned, her deep violet eyes softening further as a light blush dusted her cheeks.

“Oh, Commander! Iswari! Welcome back home,” she said with a soft smile, her tone soft and sincere. Her face a bit pink already as she looked a bit flustered to interact with him. As if she were thinking about how this would go from the moment she arrived. “Iswari, I know you have been working really hard as usual. I... um... I thought you might like something refreshing, so I made some homemade citrus ice cream.” She glanced back at the bowl she had been scooping from, smiling shyly. “I-I hope it’s not too forward of me. You seemed a little tired lately, and… I wanted to help.”

Iswari couldn’t suppress the laugh that bubbled in his throat—soft and grateful. That was Kashino for you. Sweet, thoughtful, and just a little bashful, like the ice cream she’d prepared. Stepping closer, he gave the room one more appreciative inhale.

“Forward? Hardly. That smells incredible, Kashino.” He smiled at her, the tension from the day already beginning to melt away. “You always know how to make things better.”

Her blush deepened as she quickly busied herself with another scoop, her shoulders relaxing. “It’s just ice cream… b-but I’m glad you think so.”

Iswari’s smile lingered as he watched her—Kashino, with her kind heart and gentle gestures, always managed to remind him that even the smallest comforts could feel like a luxury.

“Okay, Kashino, I think I’ll be a bit forward, given the great work you did here,” Iswari mused, stepping closer with an easy smile. Iswari pressed his hand to the top of Kashino's head patting the top of her head gently as to not mess up her hair. He knew she liked it, and he had no problem giving her the gesture either.

Feeling the familiar hand, Kashino froze, as she blushed, her cheeks pink once again, before drifting over to see her beloved commander, he purple eyes expressively showing her affections towards him. Ones she didn't know she broadcasted so openly. 

“When you’re finished scooping out our bowls of ice cream,” he continued, his tone warm and teasing, “let’s head into the living room and watch something together—something fun. I think having you around, Kashino, is always a reward in and of itself.” He flashed her a softer smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling with genuine affection. “And that ice cream looks so yummy, how could I resist?”

Kashino blinked, clearly caught off guard by his words, her hands fidgeting with the spoon as she let out a soft, nervous laugh. “C-Commander! You don’t have to say things like that…” She turned her gaze down at the ice cream, her blush deepening as her lips quirked into a shy, pleased smile. “B-but... I’m glad you think so. I wanted it to be perfect for you.”

“Well, you’ve outdone yourself,” Iswari replied earnestly, his voice carrying just a hint of teasing. “I think a good comedy will pair perfectly with this lovely ice cream. Something lighthearted, just like the mood you always bring with you.”

Kashino paused, looking up at him again—this time with a smile that seemed to brighten the entire kitchen. “That sounds wonderful, Commander. I-I’ll bring the bowls in just a moment!”

“Take your time,” he said softly, turning to head toward the living room. “I’ll pick something good for us.”

As Iswari walked away, he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. The way Kashino could turn a simple evening into something so warm and wholesome never failed to surprise him. He was sure about his feelings when it came to the curvaceous cowgirl. He thought about how lucky he was to have the transport type kansen under his direct command. She worked so hard to carry supplies for the betterment of others. A fitting job for her

Walking into the living room. He walked past his small couch towards the entertainment center, where his tv, and everything else was set up. He turned on the tv, and the blu-ray player, before he looked at the stack of movies he had. 

Moving over to the stack, the Commander skimmed through his movie collection, his finger pausing as a grin tugged at his lips. This one, he thought. A perfect mix of lighthearted fun, action, and plenty of laughs—something even Kashino’s shy demeanor could warm up to without feeling overwhelmed.

“I got the movie all set up—Shaolin Soccer,” he called over his shoulder, a hint of amusement in his voice as he turned to look back at her.

Kashino, carefully carrying the two bowls of ice cream into the living room, blinked in surprise. “Shaolin Soccer? I think I’ve heard of that one before,” she murmured softly, tilting her head slightly as a curious smile spread across her face. “It’s… a comedy, right?”

“Exactly. Comedy and action rolled into one,” Iswari replied as he moved to help her with the bowls, setting them gently on the small table in front of the couch. “It’s lighthearted, goofy, and honestly a lot of fun. I figured you’d enjoy it. Besides,” he added with a grin, “you have been working hard today. I think we both deserve a good laugh.”

Kashino giggled softly, her blush returning as she settled onto the couch, tucking her legs neatly under her. “You really didn’t have to do this for me, Commander… but thank you. I’m excited to watch it with you.” She glanced at him with a shy, grateful look, her soft brown eyes practically glowing under the room’s warm light.

“You deserve to relax too, Kashino,” Iswari said simply, settling down beside her. He grabbed the remote, starting the movie. The opening scene played, and as the exaggerated antics of the characters began, Kashino let out a soft, surprised laugh, quickly covering her mouth with her hand.

The sound warmed him more than he expected. He glanced over to see her shoulders shaking gently as the silliness on-screen unfolded. Her ice cream sat momentarily forgotten in her hands as she focused on the movie, her laughter breaking through her usual shy demeanor.

Iswari smiled to himself, relaxing back into the cushions. This is nice, he thought, watching Kashino enjoy herself. Moments like these—simple, peaceful, and filled with the quiet joy of good company—were what made everything worth it.

As the film rolled on, Kashino finally looked over at him, her smile soft and sincere. “You were right, Commander… This is a lot of fun.”

“I’m glad,” Iswari replied warmly, his gaze meeting hers for a moment before he chuckled at another ridiculous scene. “But don’t forget your ice cream! You worked too hard on it for it to melt on us.”

“Oh, no!” Kashino exclaimed softly, immediately scooping up a bite, her cheeks flushed with both embarrassment and laughter.

Iswari leaned back into the couch, letting the hum of the movie fade into the background as he took another thoughtful bite of ice cream. The creamy, sweet flavor lingered, and as he looked at Kashino—her face bright with soft laughter, her shoulders relaxed—an idea struck him, one that felt entirely natural.

“How about we make this a common thing?” he asked, his voice steady but warm, his gaze soft as it settled on her. “You coming over and spending more time here with me. You’re one of my most important kansen, Kashino, and I think the idea of you being a bigger part of my life sounds... good. Really good.”

Kashino froze for a moment, her spoon mid-air. Her wide brown eyes darted to his surprise and uncertainty flashing across her features before being quickly replaced by a shy, blossoming smile. “A…a bigger part of your life, Iswari,” she said repeating it a couple times to herself as if she had heard some fantasy in her mind come to life. It took her a good moment to realize that the words were not a figment of her imagination. Her cheeks rather a rosy red as she felt so happy, but afraid that she was overstepping too. “Are… are you sure, Commander? I wouldn’t want to impose…”

“I will have nothing of that,” Iswari said with a firm, but also affectionate tone as he looked her in the eyes. His dark eyes focused on her own purple ones. “You are a great deal of help. You are a helpful girl. You made me ice cream on a warm day without even having to be asked. You looked out for me, and are really kind,” he informed her directly, not mixing his words. “Your kindness, your support, it is something I want to pay back, I want you to be with me, and I don’t want you ever to be taken for granted.”

Kashino glanced down at the bowl in her hands, her fingers curling slightly around it as if to steady herself. “I… I don’t know what to say,” she admitted in a small voice, though her shy smile gave away how deeply touched she was. “It… means a lot to hear you say that, Commander.”

Iswari chuckled softly, taking another spoonful of ice cream. “It’s just the truth, Kashino. You know, you remind me a lot of this ice cream,” he said thoughtfully, his voice taking on a more sincere tone. “Sweet, comforting, something anyone would enjoy at first glance. You are thoughtful, caring, with a depth to you, that is sometimes hidden,” he informed her as he slipped an arm around her and gave her a small peek on her cheek. “I have noticed and you are on note that I am going to pay a lot more attention to you going forward.”

Listening to him, Kashino was a tomato of red, rubbing her cheek where she was kissed. This was the best day ever, and she felt like a raging fire was burning inside of her at that moment. The amount of joy, to have this reaction from her beloved Iswari was beyond what she expected. She looked at him pausing as she let the words slowly work out in her mind.

“I—thank you, Commander,” she managed finally, her voice barely above a whisper. “I… I’d like that a lot. Spending more time with you, I mean.”

Iswari smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction settle in his chest. It wasn’t about grand gestures or complicated intentions. Moments like this—simple, honest, and undeniably real—were what mattered most. He felt that he was able to give her comfort and make her happy as happy as she made him, and that was a good thing, a great thing even.

“Good,” he replied softly, before taking another bite of the citrus ice cream, enjoying the flavor, and of course the company. “Then let’s make it a deal, yeah? More ice cream, more movies, more time just like this.”

Kashino nodded quickly, her shy smile breaking into something brighter, happier—so much so that it seemed to light up the entire room. “I’d really like that, Commander. I’ll… I’ll bring new flavors next time, too!”

He chuckled warmly, shaking his head. “I’ll look forward to it.”

As he ate more and enjoyed the rest of the movie, Iswari thought about how good of a day it had been. He had discovered something and made a great deal for the future. For Kashino this day was the best, she had gotten a kiss on the cheek, she had shown Iswari her feelings. She had not been rejected and in fact things for the future looked so bright and lovely.

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Muse A: smiles warmly "So, time for the big Christmas Chapter, ready Muse B?"

Muse B: grins "Yep, I see it is going to be the idol, and her commander, nice choice."

Muse A: "Yep, the pair of them are such a sweet couple, and I think this will be a sweet and wholesome read for the holiday. Hope you enjoy."

Muse B: nods "Oh, I am sure I will. And Merry Christmas, Muse A, and all the readers out there."

Muse A: laughs lightly "Yep, same to you, Muse B! And also, a Merry Christmas to all you readers out there enjoying this simple but sweet little story."

Captain Calvin Ripley looked over the meal he had prepared. He had woken up early and used his smoker in his small house to prepare a ham, along with sides like beans and coleslaw. It was a lot of work, but on this special night, he needed to go all out. It was Christmas Eve, and he was determined to make it the perfect evening for his beloved Lexington. His hand shook a bit as he tried to focus, keep calm, as he worked organizing and putting together the last elements of the meal. 

He had to trust in his abilities, but all he really could do was hope that his cooking was good enough. He had poured his heart and soul, hoping it would impress the pink haired idol. He wanted this evening to be an absolutely perfect dinner on a special night. He took a deep breath, calming his frayed nerves. Calvine knew that he needed to believe in himself and his own capabilities more. He knew that he had to have faith he made a dinner date fitting for her. Yet, he was still anxious about it, this was not easy. Lexington was a beautiful idol with an inner beauty as great as her external beauty.

He finished the mac and cheese, the final element of the meal. Carefully, he plated two servings. His gaze shifted to a small box wrapped and labeled with her name, of course. He heard a knock at the door, and his anxiety and excitement spiked, for a moment. This was the moment, the time to see how it would all play out. His sense of nervousness was palpable as he strode over to the door. Standing before the door, he pressed his fingers to the handle and steadied himself. "Okay," he told himself quietly, "time to do this. Time to give my Lexington a great night." 

Opening the door, Calvin immediately saw her standing there—Lexington, bathed in the soft glow of the hallway light. She was wearing that black silk dress that shimmered as though the night itself had wrapped around her. Her pink hair, casually pinned back, tumbled over her shoulder in soft waves. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her ocean-blue gaze, as if they held the whole world inside them, both serene and impossibly deep. The sight of her made his chest tighten, his words caught somewhere between his mind and his mouth.

“Good evening, and Merry Christmas Eve, Calvin,” she greeted with a warm smile, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder, her eyes twinkling with affection. “I hope I’m not too early—or too late,” she teased, the playful lilt in her voice causing his heart to skip.

Calvin blinked a few times, as if trying to clear his head. His breath caught in his throat as he found his voice again. “No, Lex, you're just in time. I actually finished the meal just now,” he said, his voice soft but filled with the undercurrent of excitement and nervousness.

She stepped inside, her gaze drifting over the familiar space—pictures on the walls, framed posters that spoke of time and care. Her eyes lingered on a few of the concert posters, the ones with her own face smiling back at her from within the frame. She knew those weren’t just decorations to Calvin. He had taken the time to frame them, to showcase her accomplishments with pride. That thought made her smile, warmth blooming in her chest.

Lexington inhaled deeply, the smell of ham, beans, and something delicious filling the air. She could practically taste it already. Her eyes wandered over to the table where the meal lay, a spread of love and effort. Calvin had done this for her—not just the food, but the whole atmosphere. It made her heart swell with a quiet gratitude. To be with someone like him, someone who showed he cared so deeply in the smallest ways—it was a miracle, really.

"I know where this goes," she said, slipping off her black coat with the same familiarity she’d always had at his home. She placed it on the small rack near the door, a small ritual that made everything feel like it had its place.

Walking into the living room, she looked over the meal once more. Lexington's stomach came to life with anticipation for the meal before her. Her eyes looked over each dish, as this was not just a simple meal. It was in its own way a declaration of love. It was a show of force, of kindness, of thoughtfulness and she knew it just looking over the meal. She committed this act, this meal to memory as in a way it was him showing her his true feelings for her. However, she also couldn't wait to taste, what she already knew was going to be a special meal. 

Calvin, ever the gentleman, quietly pulled out a chair for her at the table. He waited as she made her way over and sat down, offering her that small smile she knew so well. It made her heart skip a beat. He was always so sweet, so caring. His dark eyes met hers, and for a moment, the world seemed to pause.

“You really thought of everything, didn’t you, my Commander?” she said softly, her voice low, affectionate. She gave him a teasing look, her gaze playful as she lifted her fork. “Let’s see how your cooking holds up, my sweetie pie.”

Calvin chuckled nervously; his own cheeks tinged with pink as he watched her take that first bite. He knew the pressure was on. Calvin kept a close eye on his pink haired idol, wanting to gauge her reaction to his food. Of course, it didn't help that she kept up a wonderful poker face, hiding her thoughts till the moment she chose to show him her thoughts. That fact made him nervous, as he wasn't sure at all if she liked it or not.

Finally, after what felt like an age, Lexington set her fork down and looked up at him, her face unreadable for just a moment longer. Then, a slow, satisfied smile spread across her lips.

“It’s wonderful,” she said, her voice soft and warm. “This food... it’s just like you. Warm, flavorful, with a depth to it that makes you feel like you’re home.”

Relief and joy flooded through Calvin in that instant. He felt his heart lift as he leaned back, smiling more openly now. “I’m glad you like it. I actually got the idea from Vestal—she’s a great cook, you know. She told me the way to a girl’s heart is through her stomach.”

Lexington blushed lightly at his confession. There it was, an unspoken admission of just how much he cared for her. “Well, in this case, Vestal is completely wrong,” she replied with a soft laugh. “You found your way to my heart long before this meal.”

“I’m glad you liked it,” Calvin said softly, taking a bite of his own meal. The flavors of the ham and the sides blended together perfectly, a harmony he hadn’t expected but appreciated deeply. He took a sip of the sweet ice berry wine he'd poured into two glasses for them. It wasn’t the usual drink for a formal occasion, but then again, neither was he. He knew he wasn’t a typical commander—he wasn’t as bold, confident, or brash as others in his position. But in this moment, with Lexington beside him, none of that seemed to matter.

They ate in quiet contentment, the silence between them speaking volumes. Lexington looked over at him, the man who wasn’t like other men. She knew full well just how hardworking, caring, and kind he was. He was a sweetheart of a man, one who made her feel special, and not because she was an idol or powerful kansen, but because she was important to him. She knew all of his little quirks, his oddities, and she loved him for them. They made him feel even more genuine, and real to her. He didn't try to put on airs to appear to be something he was not. And she felt incredibly fortunate that he was her commander.

As the meal neared its end, Calvin stood up, his movements calm but purposeful. He walked over to the kitchen and returned with two things in hand—a small box and an oversized chocolate cookie. His eyes locked onto hers as he spoke, his tone firm with an air of quiet confidence.

“For you,” he said, presenting the cookie with a small smile, “the cookie for the moment, and the box for all times.”

He waited, holding his breath, eyes fixed on her as he hoped for her reaction. This small gesture, simple yet meaningful, was something he’d prepared just for her. Now, all he could do was wait for her to unwrap it in her own way.

Lexington looked at the large chocolate chip cookie and smiled. It was the first thing that he ever gave to her, and now he gave it to her again. She felt her body grow more excited, as it told her so much, that this gift was going to be important, that this night was more than just a dinner. That her gift was indeed perfect for him. 

Taking the box into her hands, she opened it slowly as she saw the shine of the silver inside right away. The lovely silver chain with the pendant that was set with a rose quartz gem at the center told her all she needed to know. She felt a sense of bliss wash over her again, as she looked up at him.“Now, Captain, you must, of course, put the necklace around my neck,” she said, her smile soft but knowing, her voice carrying the weight of this shared moment.

Calvin looked at the necklace resting around her neck, his face flushing slightly as his gaze lingered a bit too long, before he quickly looked away. "It looks good on you," he murmured, his voice a little shaky. "Merry Christmas, my dear. I... I'm sorry it took me so long to show you this... to show you what you mean to me."

"Calvin," she said, her tone firm yet filled with an underlying softness that melted his nerves. "You don't need to apologize. I've always known... how much you care."

She closed the small distance between them and placed a hand gently on his chest. "This... all of this, means the world to me," she added, her smile widening, becoming more genuine, her eyes warm with affection. "You don't have to be perfect, Calvin. I know you completely, my beloved."

Reaching into her small purse, where she had hidden her gift, Lexington pulled out a lovely pink envelope and held it up for Calvin to take. "Captain Ripley, Calvin, this gift is one of a kind, meant for one man only: you. It is redeemable whenever you want and however many times you want to," she teased with a playful smile, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

She waited, her heart racing a little as she watched him take the envelope, eagerly anticipating his reaction to the gift she had carefully chosen for him.

Calvin’s eyes grew wide as he realized what Lexington had called him—her beloved. The weight of her words settled in, and his heart began to race. He knew now that she loved him, as much as he loved her. It was like a puzzle he should have solved was complete before himself. Calvin reached up and took the envelope with a shaky hand. His mind going over the truth he had just finally figured out.

Inside, he found a single, beautifully designed ticket. His gaze softened as he saw the chibi versions of himself and Lexington on the ticket, their little cartoon hands intertwined. Above her, a dialogue bubble held a music note, the playful image radiating warmth and joy.

He read the ticket carefully, the elegant script taking on a deeper meaning with each word: “For my beloved Calvin, for a private show whenever and wherever he wants, and as many times as he wants. I wish for him to know, I want to forever be by his side till the end of days.”

A tremor ran through him, his emotions threatening to overwhelm him as he realized the depth of her feelings. The gesture was so uniquely Lexington, so thoughtfully tailored just for him. His heart swelled with love, and he was lost in the significance of the moment.

Lexington watched him with a quiet smile, her heart racing as she saw how he shook with emotion. She knew this night would be one they’d never forget—a night they would someday tell their children about.

Unable to hold back any longer, Calvin rose to his feet, his movements bold and sure for once. He reached up, cupping her face gently, and without a word, pulled her into a kiss. It was heated, passionate—an unmistakable expression of everything he felt for her. The kiss spoke volumes, a silent declaration that he, too, wanted what the ticket promised: for her to always be by his side, from that moment until the end of days.

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Muse A: So final Chapter Volume 2, and the new year's chapter at that, well, not a bad way to go out with things huh?

Muse B: Yep, sounds about right, and I noticed Yorktown of course, the writer has a real weak spot for her huh?

Muse A: Yep, very much so, it is his favorite kansen. Okay, let's get to it, the New Year’s Chapter.

Muse B: Grabs the popcorn Ready to go!

Commander James Lewis stood before the door of the most beautiful, most compassionate, most loyal person he had ever known—his ever-present partner in crime. His kansen, Yorktown. It was New Year’s Eve, a perfect excuse to treat the white-haired beauty standing behind the door to something special—a night that was just for her.

He glanced down at his polished shoes and adjusted his black suit, a small attempt to steady himself before taking a deep breath. Despite knowing and working with Yorktown for years, the thought of seeing her dressed to the nines had his heart beating quickly. A nervous excitement bubbled within him—almost like a schoolboy about to go on his first date. But this wasn’t just a crush. His logical mind reminded him that what he felt for the sweet woman standing beyond the door was something much deeper.

James exhaled slowly, steeling himself before raising a hand to knock on the door. The sound of his knuckles against the wood echoed faintly in the stillness of the evening. He lingered there, his fingers brushing the seams of his black suit pockets as the moments stretched out. Each passing second seemed heavier, his anticipation building—not from uncertainty but from the weight of how much this evening meant to him.

When the door opened, James found himself briefly breathless. Yorktown greeted him with a soft, radiant smile that made the rest of the world fade into the background. Her black dress was simple yet carried an effortless grace, the subtle accents of blue seeming to reflect the serene brilliance of her eyes. Her silver hair, unbound for once, flowed freely over her shoulders, catching the faint glow of the hallway lights.

“Good evening, James,” she said warmly, her voice light but steady. “You’ve outdone yourself tonight. This suit really suits you.”

James blinked, then let out a quiet chuckle as he scratched the back of his neck. “I don’t think anything I’m wearing compares to how incredible you look, Yorktown.” He hesitated, his words more heartfelt than polished. “You always have this way of looking… perfect. Like you don’t even have to try.”

Hearing those words from the man she loved more than any other caused the kansen to feel shy and blush a fair bit as well. She looked at him, handsome as ever, kind as ever, and her perfect partner. “Thank you. That’s sweet of you to say.” She adjusted the hem of her dress as though brushing off the compliment, but there was no hiding the softness in her expression. “Shall we? It’s a beautiful night, and I’d hate to miss it.”

James stepped aside to offer her his arm. “Absolutely. Tonight’s all yours.”

Yorktown looped her arm through his, her touch warm and steady, but she gave him a sidelong glance as they started down the corridor. “And yours, James. Don’t forget that. You deserve this too.”

He paused mid-step, glancing down at her, and the earnestness in her gaze made him smile—a small, lopsided grin that carried no pretense. “That’s just like you to say,” he murmured. “Always finding a way to share the moment.”

As they walked into the crisp night air, the faint sounds of the city in the distance, James felt the weight of his earlier nerves dissipate. Yorktown’s presence had a way of grounding him, and in her company, even the smallest moments felt monumental.

Looking down at the port below, James could see other kansen bustling about, their commanders escorting them for the evening. The bond between a commander and his kansen was something extraordinary, an unspoken connection that often shaped both their professional success and personal lives. He had heard countless theories about how a kansen’s awakening was linked to her emotions, to the depth of the relationship she shared with her commander. Perhaps that was why such closeness was not only permitted but encouraged.

But as James walked beside Yorktown, none of that seemed to matter. Titles, power, and the notion of awakening felt distant and irrelevant. To him, Yorktown wasn’t just a superpowered kansen—she was Yorktown. The best woman he had ever known. Being near her felt like stepping into sunlight, a warmth and joy that made him feel whole. It wasn’t just admiration; it was comfort, security, and the quiet certainty that she felt the same.

His gaze drifted upward, tracing the scattered stars in the vast, moonless sky. With the port lights dimmed for the evening, the celestial display felt even more vivid, each pinpoint of light burning brightly. Ahead of them, the soft glow of the docks shimmered, where the night would eventually be crowned by fireworks welcoming the new year.

“My dear,” James began, his voice warm and steady as he glanced at her from the corner of his eye. “I’ve got us a reservation at that new pizza place by the docks. I thought we could share a pizza, enjoy some drinks, and then stay to watch the fireworks. Ring in the new year with the most beautiful and sweet woman in the world. For me, it’s perfect.” He paused, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. “I just hope you don’t mind putting up with me for the night.”

Yorktown laughed softly, the sound light and melodic, but James wasn’t done. He stopped walking for a moment, turning toward her to drive home his last point.

“And one more thing,” he added, his tone turning slightly playful. “No alcohol for you tonight. I want you to remember every moment of this evening, Yorktown. You don’t need false courage—not tonight, not ever.”

Yorktown looked at him, her blue eyes reflecting the starlight as she tilted her head in mock protest. “James, I don’t think I’ve ever needed courage to spend time with you.”

Her words, simple yet sincere, settled over him like a soft breeze, and James could only smile. The night had only just begun, but for him, standing there with Yorktown, it already felt perfect.

As they walked down the hill toward the port, James couldn’t help but notice how Yorktown’s presence seemed to draw attention without her even trying. The soft glow of the streetlights caught the silver of her hair as they joined the lively throng on the main street. Vendors called out, selling warm treats and trinkets, their voices blending with bursts of laughter and the hum of anticipation. James glanced at Yorktown, catching the faint, serene smile on her lips as she took in the scene. Tonight wasn’t just about the fireworks or the festivities—it was about them, and he felt it in every step they took together.

James greeted a few familiar faces as they passed, his easy smile and polite nods showing the warmth he felt being part of the community. He even waved to Hornet, who was striding confidently down the street. The tomboyish, twin-tailed blonde was with her own commander that night, their lively banter audible even over the surrounding chatter.

The restaurant James had chosen came into view—a charming, cozy spot nestled against the shoreline. Its back patio promised an unobstructed view of the harbor, where the fireworks would soon paint the sky in dazzling colors. He already knew that New Jersey, Victorious, U-73, An Shan, L'Opiniâtre, and Enterprise were hard at work setting up the show, ensuring it would leave everyone in awe.

Crossing the threshold, James let the subtle warmth of the restaurant embrace them, the golden light casting a soft glow on Yorktown’s features. Looking over at her, he found her as entranting as ever this night, and felt so very blessed. 

Soon, James breathed in deeply as they stepped inside, catching the scent of freshly baked pizza mingling with the faint tang of sea air wafting through the open patio doors. He glanced at Yorktown, watching as her gaze shifted toward the kitchen’s open flames. 

A flicker of amusement crossed her face as she murmured, “It smells like a promise of good memories waiting to happen, don’t you think?” Her words made him smile—only Yorktown could make something as ordinary as pizza feel extraordinary.

Nodding his head, he walked through the establishment, still hand in hand with Yorktown, as they headed to the back patio for their reserved seat, which was waiting.Walking, out the pair could feel the cool northern wind that rolled over the water of the port.

Yorktown released James’ hand as she walked ahead. James watched as Yorktown’s fingers grazed the edge of the table as would be having their meal at. He watched as he could see that her touch was light and thoughtful. The soft glow of the candle in the center reflected in her eyes, adding warmth to her already serene expression. 

Finding his seat across from her. James looked at Yorktown as he could see that her gaze had wandered to the harbor, James followed it, noting how the starlight danced across the rippling water. 

“They’ve outdone themselves tonight,” she said softly, her tone filled with contentment and joy.

James nodded his head as he looked over at her, nodding in agreement. He felt it was still his place to ask the obvious question, but he was sure that the answer. The look she gave when she looked out to sea told him basically everything. His question would only confirm the truth. 

“What do you think, Yorktown?” he asked, his tone warm and tinged with curiosity. A smile played on his lips as he gestured to the setup. “Does this live up to your expectations?”

Yorktown’s gaze swept across the view, her blue eyes reflecting the harbor lights like twin sapphires. She turned back to him with a gentle smile, her voice soft yet sincere. “It’s perfect, James. But honestly, I never doubted it would be. Anywhere with you feels perfect.”

James felt more confident just from her words. He smiled shyly as he blushed himself a fair bit. "You always know how to say something to cause my heart to skip a beat, my dear."

"Of course, I know you all so well my adorable, and sweet man," Yorktown replied as she smiled at him.

James felt happy, a sense of joy, admiration all at once. He felt he had found the right place for him; the place he belonged. He heard the door open and looked as he saw the meowofficer somehow bringing a tray with two large sodas on it, served in a frosty large mug. James leaned over and helped the short robot cat waiter as he took the glasses and put them on the table before the cat let out an adorable meow and took its leave. A few moments later, the cat would return with a lovely pepperoni pizza on the tray, one that was cooked to a golden perfection, and smelt delicious too.

As the cute orange robot cat took its leave. James leaned forward slightly, resting his arms on the table. “So,” he began, gesturing toward the pizza with a playful grin, “I’ve been hearing from some of the other commanders—and even a few kansen—that this place has the best pepperoni pizza on the base. Figured tonight was as good a time as any to see if it’s true.”

His eyes lingered on Yorktown, watching as she delicately picked up a slice, the soft smile on her face making his own grow wider. “What do you think?” he asked, his tone light but curious.

Yorktown took a small bite, her expression thoughtful as she savored the flavors. It was as good as she had heard from her sisters, who had both been there on dates before. She was very happy to finally be on a date of her own with her beloved commander. She looked at him with a smile. "I give it my seal of approval," she said with a playful smile. "Coming here was a great choice, James." 

Hearing Yorktown's reaction to the pizza, James couldn't help but want to try a bite himself. He took a slice and lifted it before taking a solid bite. As he tasted the blend of flavors in his mouth, he couldn't help but love it. There was something rather comforting about the food he was having. It was simple but still so tasty.

The two of them sat at the table as they continued to eat with a silent appreciation for the moment. Taking in the atmosphere, the lovely pizza with the homemade soda, that paired so great with the taste of the pizza. Everything was very serene and lovely. As they ate there was this quiet silence and unspoken warmth that enveloped the table.

Slice after slice disappeared, their glasses of soda slowly emptying, until James found himself leaning back slightly, savoring the moment. He glanced at Yorktown, who looked utterly serene, her soft smile reflecting the peace he felt.

Yet, despite that and maybe because of him not completely realizing how natural the silence was. James felt awkward, as if he were making some mistake by being silent or causing Yorktown to have a less fun time with him. He paused for a moment before he spoke. "I am sorry, I really have been quiet tonight, and I guess, it is because around you I don't feel like I have to all the time. I guess on a date like this it is expected to talk more." James reasoned before he paused for a moment in deep thought.

Seeing this, Yorktown waited to reply as she could tell he had more he wanted to say. She waited to hear it with a soft, kind and patient look in her eyes watching him and listening to him carefully.

“I’ve never been the most talkative guy,” he admitted, a small, sheepish smile tugging at his lips. “And I’ve never been great at small talk, either. But thank you—for being here with me tonight. For putting up with me.” He paused again, exhaling as he gathered his thoughts.

“You know, I’m not the most charismatic or outgoing person,” he said, his tone softening. “I know I’m not the coolest commander out there, either. I get nervous, I worry about doing the wrong thing, at the wrong time. I am not the cool commander who has a ton of bravado. To be honest, sometimes, I just feel like I am faking it, and putting on a show, that I am just fumbling my way through life, lucky to be here." He continued his emotions upfront as he knew he was being an idiot and most likely messing up. He looked up into Yorktown's beautiful blue eyes and felt a sense of comfort from their gaze alone. “Even with all of that, you’ve stayed by my side. And that’s what made this past year special for me.”

Yorktown’s smile widened, her gentle warmth wrapping around him like a comforting embrace. She reached across the table, placing her hand lightly over his. “James,” she said softly, “you don’t have to be anyone but yourself. James, you by yourself are more than enough for me. You are smarter, cooler, and more kind than any other man I know, and I am happy you're my partner.”

Her words melted the tension in his chest, leaving behind only gratitude, love and affection. In that moment, with the stars above and the quiet hum of the harbor around them, James felt that perhaps this night was perfect after all.

As the final slices of pizza vanished, James leaned back slightly in his chair, the edges of his nerves worn smooth by the evening’s quiet rhythm. He glanced at Yorktown, who had taken to tracing small patterns on the rim of her glass, her gaze shifting between him and the glittering harbor below.

The first firework streaked into the air, its golden burst reflected in the calm waters. James’s attention flicked upward, but before he could comment, Yorktown stood from her seat. Her movements were unhurried but deliberate, her shawl slipping down her shoulders as she stepped to his side.

“Yorktown?” James asked, tilting his head slightly.

Without a word, she placed her hands lightly on his shoulders, her expression soft but resolute. She moved with the same quiet grace she always carried, easing onto his lap as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

James froze, his breath catching as she adjusted herself, her arm resting along his shoulder while her other hand brushed against his. “You don’t mind, do you?” she asked, her voice low, the faintest tease laced in her tone.

He managed a chuckle, his hands hovering awkwardly before settling at her waist. “Mind? No, I, uh—this is… unexpected.”

Yorktown tilted her head, her silver hair framing her face as her eyes searched his. “Unexpected?” she echoed, her voice carrying a note of amusement. “James, I’ve been giving you hints all year. Did you really think I wasn’t going to make the first move eventually?”

A laugh bubbled out of him, soft and disbelieving. “I thought I was supposed to be the bold one tonight.”

She smiled, leaning in slightly. “Consider this a team effort.”

The fireworks above intensified, streaks of color and light cascading across the night sky. James's focus was not on the beautiful light show and explosions outside. No, they were on the beautiful woman next to him. He looked at her. He was so amazed by her this night. It was such a big one for them. He also knew it was his time to be bold too. 

“Yorktown,” he murmured, as he mentally prepared himself for his bold act for the night.

“Yes, James?” she replied, a bit of curiosity in her soft tone.

He hesitated for only a moment before leaning in, his hand brushing lightly against her cheek as their lips met. It wasn’t dramatic or hurried; it was steady, deliberate, and filled with the quiet certainty they’d both been circling around for months.

When they finally pulled apart, she rested her forehead against his, her fingers curling lightly around his. “Happy New Year, James,” she said, her voice carrying a rare hint of vulnerability.

James smiled, the last of his nervousness melting away as he gazed back at her. “Happy New Year, Yorktown. And… thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being exactly who you are.”

Above them, the grand finale lit up the sky, but neither of them looked away from each other. For James, the stars and fireworks were just a backdrop to the moment that mattered most.