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Nahyuta felt his face flush as Simon walked by. Why did he have those feelings? He was a follower of The Holy Mother, pure in the simplest sense, and Simon was... well, he was the complete opposite.
Why would a good monk fall in love with him?
He had wondered that since the day he had met the samurai.
"Earth to sad monk." He blinked a bit as Simon waved his hand in front of him. "You okay, Sahdmadhi-dono?"
He shook his head. "Yeah, I just was thinking about someone."
Simon smirked. "I could tell from that blush that you were, so, spill, who is it?"
"Pohlkunka! Sad panda, you can't just ask things like that. Love is a sensitive matter. You have to be graceful, like a butterfly, but fine, I'll tell you. I have feelings for you."
The samurai let out a noise of confusion. "Why?"
That made the monk laugh. "I don't know."
Simon smiled. "Well, if it makes this less weird, I feel the same."
Nahyuta smiled in return. "No, it doesn't, but I appreciate the effort."