colonelloldier:

For crying out loud, why was she not punching him yet? Colonello had been so sure that he was about to suffer death in the next minute after saying that, either by the death fist of his instructor, or of pure embarrassment, and honestly, he very much preferred the first one right now, even if it was going to be painful.

He braced himself when she shed the light on his inner guilt — only to find from the corner of his eyes her sinking to the ground. Was the realization such a shock? Provided he was not like the usual men who openly discussed about the sizes of various body parts in her, especially those in the battlefields often deprived of the company of women, but he was still a man regardless of situations.

He was about to step forward and ask if she was okay, when her next words only threw him back.

Not like he likes her. Really?!

After all the years of blatant flirts and otherwise?

And she hasn’t caught on that?!

If only the floor would open up an abyss for him to fall into. But he only stood where he was, not knowing whether to yell at her, or to accept his fate, or, or — What happened to his cool anyway? No cool here.

“Of course I like you, kora!” …That was not supposed to come out so harsh. “What do you think I’ve been doing all this time to you?! And you totally know that I was hitting on you!” She did know, right?

<sub>⊰ —————  { ♚ }
 —— ;;   She herself couldn’t understand why
she was being so … docile about this. She would
of hit him or punched him in the stomach by now for
thinking such a perverted thing. Yet, here she was
on the ground, knees weak from embarrassment
and feeling like a fool. Sure back in training she did
have boys confide in her about their manhood –
something she hit every single one for. Which painfully
reminded them that they had went out of line on that.

Yet her legs seemed more content to stay grounded
over getting up and acting like it hadn’t shocked her a
little. The next thing he had said after her own outburst
shocked her completely. He.. no. Surely she was hearing
things off. Somewhere somehow she was on the ground,
unconscious and this was her dream. Yet it wasn’t. She
really hoped it wasn’t.

He.. liked her.

Finally it all started to sink in better and her cheeks were
stained red as she looked at him like a deer caught in the
headlights sort of look. She felt foolish, stupid. How could
she not have noticed that he did? He flirted with her! He..
she felt bad, she had been disregarding them as  a joke.
As something that was just part of his personality, then
if that was the case. Why hadn’t he flirted with other
women like he had with her? He didn’t that was why.

“.. Stupid..”. She mumbled out.

Now her legs seemed to listen to her as she picked
herself up. She had to reply, had to tell him something.

“ I thought you were acting like that just to see me flustered!”
She shot back, Clenching both her fists for a second before
releasing them both. No, she wasn’t going to hit him for liking her.
That would – probably scare him away. Probably. Her heart skipped
a beat within her chest as she let the words repeat themselves in
her head. He liked her, he really liked her.

She was both relived  and a little unsure. Should she say how
she really felt? Would he brush this off as her not liking him
 back when she did? So without much thought after that she
marched her way towards him, determined to do this. As she
lifted a hand to grab the front of his shirt, pull him down and
press her own lips against his in a kiss.</sub>