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You didn't like Domas at first.
Maybe it wasn't something proper to admit, but you didn't interact much with him anyway. He was always so rigid, with a stern look that never failed to make you feel uneasy. You barely saw him smile, but when you did, it never looked sincere.
But something changed since he met Hokuro.
You didn't know why or how, and Hokuro looked as surprised as you when you mentioned it once. He only stared at you with wide eyes, and red cheeks, and he couldn't mutter a proper answer. It seemed he hadn't realized how much he impacted him.
And now it was becoming hard to hate Domas. When you spared a glance their way, more often than not you could see him saying something enthusiastically, yelling, or laughing with Hokuro. It was strange to see him show so many emotions while he seemed to lack of any before.
Still, your interactions with him were rare but you didn't mind. You found pleasure in listening to Hokuro talk about him, more and more each passing day, while hiding your knowing smile from him. Hokuro was lively with every mention of Domas and glad to answer your questions about him. You weren't that much interested in the first place, as you only asked to see Hokuro smile, but the more he talked, the more you found yourself wanting to learn about him.
Your glances became more and more frequent, and slowly but surely, you weren't glancing anymore. Your soft gaze didn't go unnoticed by Hokuro, and your only answer was,
“You both look good.”
You relished in the way his ears flushed red, and how he started to whine about how embarrassing you were. You were, but you only said the truth.
One day, Domas caught you looking. You wondered how he never noticed before, but maybe that was because he was too focused on his training (and Hokuro). You didn't look away, and neither did he. You sent him a smile, before cupping your hands around your mouth and shouted, “go easy on Hokuro!”
Hokuro glared at you, annoyed that you would embarrass him like that. Especially in front of Domas. You only winked at him, before spinning on your heels as you went about your day.
“He asked me about you,” Hokuro stated later that day, while you were mindlessly scrubbing your dirty clothes. Even if a maid could have done it for you, you didn't want to add them any more work.
“Who?” You asked, even if you knew the answer.
“Domas, who else?”
“I don't know, I think there are many people who would like to know about me.” You argued playfully.
Hokuro snorted, and it brought a smile to your face.
“He watched you go and asked me why were you looking.” He continued, amused. “I told him it was because you find him good-looking.” You paused. Your face suddenly felt much warmer.
Hokuro only grinned playfully at you when you looked at him wide-eyed.
Well, you guess you deserved it.