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Part 1 “The Day I Grab Your Hand”

Childhood is simple....it should be simple...

Childhood is cherished and longed for by adults as they face adulthood, wanting to go back to the times where one could make easy friends, where adventure was in every infant's imagination or not worrying about what will happen tomorrow.

Depending on the early stage of each child, one can have good times and bad times. Even good or terrible childhoods. That may change one's mentality as he or she grows up.

And not least, Childhood is the reflection of society and future dynamics into adolescence and adulthood.

The formation of friends or groups helps the child to feel secure, identified and develops the stimulation of learning and socialization thanks to the first interactions with others of the same age at an early stage.

But...

What if someone is not social, or has been so rejected?

What if that little one doesn't know how to make a friend even though he or she wants to feel included and have a good time with another?

What if that child doesn't act like the others in their group?

What if they see them as different from the rest?

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The school recess bell rang in the simplest and most caring corners of the place “The Sun of Natlan” the children run in panic to play, the hunger can also get the better of them in every way. Recess is a great way to pass the time than being locked up in a classroom where they give you a lot of homework.

The children run around and swing, build sand castles, have fun playing ball, eat the delicious meals their parents prepared or buy in the lunchroom. The aroma of hot dogs, the fried food crunching in the oven, the refreshing juices sold by a beloved street vendor in the neighborhood and by the children at school.

In the face of freedom and innocence, the children laugh and have a good time, all in their groups.

But in front of a hidden corner, a little boy watches the others, with his food in hand but not stepping forward to be seen or how to talk to a group and play what they play.

Since he is new to the school moving in with his parents for work, the first day excited to meet wanted to talk to someone or make friends.

But at every attempt as the seasons passed, others looked at him funny, or laughed behind his back. He was the “Stranger with the cold eyes” or “He's not like us” kind of comments.

And over the time being treated, eventually stopped trying to talk or wanting to hang out in groups. He was a loner, eating on a bench and watching others play. Going home and watching people go home in packs.

He sits against the wall with his head down, not understanding.... What is it about him that others don't like? What has he done?

It's frustrate the time he's been here, the same uprising, the step to want to talk and he's afraid.

So in order to have a good time, not wanting to be seen by anyone, he starts reading, doing homework, playing ball or super heroes. Today he just wants to be quiet and eat his chicken rice, which is delicious.

And don't let them get him....

Memories assaulted him, like lingering shadows that refused to fade. They were there, constant, those moments that marked his school life. The time when, amid malicious laughter, his classmates threw his backpack into the fountain, soaking not only his books and notebooks, but also his confidence. And that feeling of helplessness, of not being able to do anything in the face of mocking looks, accompanied him even on the sunniest days.

Exits from class became a minefield. Trips and pushes disguised as accidents left him on the ground, scraped, bruised. Bruises marked his skin, but the excuses he made to his parents hurt even more - “I fell running around, nothing serious” - he used to say, as long as is voice quivered. Lying became part of his routine, a barrier.

Even when he showed his intelligence in class, the response was always the same; whispers, restrained laughter, judgmental looks. It was as if his every success was a reminder to others that somehow he didn't fit in, that he was different, much less wanted to have anything to do with him.

Sometimes, he fantasized about disappearing, about escaping to a place where the taunts and unanswered questions would not reach him. What was he doing wrong? He came to this school full of excitement, with a desire to learn, to make friends, to enjoy his childhood. But the months taught that isolation was less painful than rejection. And though tried to convince himself that being alone was preferable, he hated it. Pretending not to care was a burden that wore him down with each passing day.

The most genuine conversations he had were with teachers or with the principal's dogs, who always wagged their tails at the sight of him. At least they didn't expect anything from him, they didn't judge or look down on him. But deep down, he longed for something more. Wanted to be himself, unafraid of ridicule, fearless of being taken lightly.

In his hidden corner, where the shadows enveloped him as a shelter from his room, was he, along with food and thoughts. There, the world seemed to forget his existence, and perhaps that was the only thing that gave him peace, though it never ceased to hurt.

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What is a friend?

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- HEY! HERE'S THE FREAKY HORROR-EYED HOPPER!

No....no, they again...

That is the call that in existence he doesn't want to hear, among all the others, these are the specific people who make his life absolute hell, a fascination with the extent to which they can touch nerves or cause him harm.

Four older boys from his own class run towards the boy like hunters with their prey, taunting and triumphant to have found him in the loneliest corner of the school. The oldest of them all, the leader of the group, waits no longer and grabs him by the neck, slamming him against the wall, knocking him out of breath and hitting with a fist in the stomach, dropping the food and saliva on the floor.

- Look who we have here, did you think we'd leave you alone without a little fun? Don't be ridiculous! - The leader is close to his face, it's rotten breath making him nauseous, truly having a lot of fun with the torture.

- Yes! You can't run away from us, Weird One! - sneers one of his comrades.

- I hope you're ready for us today because we're coming with everything.

- No one will see you or save you, so give up your hopes. You're on your own. And you always will be Hahahaha.

- Exactly.....now.... Do you have anything to say in your stupid defense? - Asks the person holding him against the cement wall maliciously.

Getting annoyed by heaps when he doesn't get a reaction from the black haired boy, just silence, can see the tears almost about to come out of his dark circles but today he's playing hard not to get them out and look everywhere but at the one in front, who does he think he is? Does he think he's better than the others for coming from a foreign place? For being smarter than the rest? That other teachers think more highly of him? So much bullshit that swells his brow, boils him and how in spite of everything since he got an eyeful, it doesn't matter how much they tease him or make it clear to him that an outsider such as him is not welcome.

He doesn't cry to them.

That, at the very least. He won't give them what they want. Or beg them to stop. Nothing.

The leader gets too upset that he kicks him in the stomach again, causing a squeal from Thrain - “If you want to act tough, you might as well hold this one, new kid. Let's see how long you last this day. You'll entertain the hell out of me....”

The kicks were a competition of who would give the most pain in his body and break bones, hearing wasn't helping him after so many beatings they gave him. Watching them eat his breakfast. Calling him all kinds of names, names that he didn't understand the language or that he didn't understand because of his blurred ears. Trying to move, to scream, to defend himself...they just kept hitting.

Scratching.

Spitting.

Burying his face in the dirt.

Leaving him breathless as they squeezed his neck.

Weak, feeling weak as they held him by the arms and legs. A pathetic cockroach and insignificant in their arms. He could no longer hear anything, maybe it's a blessing, what's there to hear if this is what he has to swallow every day, when spring, summer and autumn pass by? He's tired...

So tired...

Begging them to stop will only leave them with a huge sense of ego and it will be 30 times worse. Tempted to do it, it hurts, it always hurts.......

The bell has long since been forgotten...but that doesn't matter to those present or to the black-haired boy itself....

He no longer wants to continue in this show, in this ridiculousness to satisfy others. Tired, exhausted of the same repeated scenes, of being part of a cruel spectacle in which he never asked to be a protagonist. But, despite reluctance and inner resistance, doesn't know what to do. Movies that show heroes facing situations like his seem distant, unreal.

Moments of disconnection begin to appear. At times losing consciousness, trapped in a state of vulnerability that distances him from reality. But that little truce never lasts. The leader throws cold water on top to bring him back to the present, to make sure he doesn't escape even mentally.

- Stay awake, little prince! We're not finished here!

The words pierce the ears like needles. Sarcastic to the point of using the words as blades, they push him further and further into an abyss from which he feels never to be able to escape. Believes that everything will go on as usual, that this is the inevitable destiny of his school years.

When he thinks that everything would continue until he becomes an adult...that this is the fate of his schooldays...that in the end, never had anyone to be with....

In the midst of his world blurred by grief, a dull sound cut through the air, as a drum rumbled in the distance. In his clouded mind, barely able to make out a figure moving with a rush to meet him amidst the confusion. The only thing clear was the crimson hue that stood out against the surrounding gloom, red hair that danced in the wind and seemed to radiate a vibrant energy.

The shock shook him. Gradually, the fog in his mind began to dissipate, allowing with clarity to observe what was happening in front of him. A young girl, perhaps the same age as him, was running forward as a bullet, confident, determined. She was not just any presence; had the precision of someone accustomed to defending herself and facing what others avoided. If Thrain had to bet, she must be in Karate classes.

What followed happened like a whirlwind, a burst of chaos that unfolded in seconds. The girl planted herself in front of the leader with a stance that spoke of strength and defiance. There was no time to react when he felt the impact of a blow that sent him reeling, blood falling slowly but noticeably to the ground from his face. The first was stained with blood and in the other hand a bat bursts it hard against the larger man's back, Thrain can't believe what he's seeing.

- Leave him alone, you monsters! Take it out on someone just as strong as you! - Replied the girl angrily, doing everything to push away the jerks harming Thrain. She stands in front of the black-haired boy, blocking any intruder from touching him in finger more.

- You stay out of this! - Shout one of the henchmen at him but is shooed away when the bat is aimed at it, hitting him with mortality in the shoulder - “AAAAAUUCHHHH!”

- Make me then! - The redhead was good at fighting, how to dodge her enemies to the ground. The embarrassment they get from not being able to give the least to someone lesser than them is humiliating between their faces, the damage was so horrible that the leader's friends left in terror. The redhead was left alone with the leader whom they have abandoned, grabbing him by the hair to slam his head against the wall.

- Let me go, you lunatic! Let me go! - She does not let go, and leaves him unconscious against the wall.

Silence rules despite the distance from the sound of cars and people talking about their days. Thrain is ducked because his ears hear static and the dizziness has gotten to him. But even that doesn't scare away the person who has defended him.

The world stops at her hair waving in the wind and aggression, sweat and scratches are visible when she turns to look at him, breathing agitated and her honey eyes give him a rare charm. If he's looking stupid when watching her with half-open mouth like a fish, which would be exactly the case. But he wakes up when the pain in his body expands that groans painfully as he tries to get up. The girl runs to his side worriedly.

- Hey, let me help you! - She goes to his side but when she tries to touch his hand, the pains of the beatings, the teasing, the lies, the loneliness. Unconsciously he pulls his hand away and curls up against the wall, leaving the redhead shocked for a second - “Hey....”

It doesn’t make sense, she rescued him, or rather, was the first person to stand in front of him. He trembled, curling the head down so he wouldn’t have to look at her. With the way behaved and acted, she might think he was a coward, a weakling, a stranger who didn’t belong anywhere. That even though she helped him, it might all be a lie, which she was pretending to be kind.

Could feel her honey colored gaze on him, wanting to apologize for his attitude but unable to find the right words. Must think he’s ungrateful for having to face the boys who torment him and, in the end, not even offering a glance or a thank you.

The redhead remained silent and moved carefully, as if Thrain were a dog that had been abused too much, defensive and afraid.

Sighing softly, she removed the oversized red jacket and, with calm patience, placed it over the boy, leaving him breathless and looking up. She gave him a sad smile, free of judgment.

- Relax, I won’t hurt you. Not like those idiots who did this to you, okay?

He didn’t respond, still in shock, but didn’t stop her either. She reached into the backpack, pulled out a thermos of water, opened it carefully, and handed it to him.

- Here, you must be thirsty. Your bottle is empty, and I imagine they’re the ones who threw it away. You need to hydrate.

The dark haired boy looked at her and then at the bottle, about to take it, but fear held him back. Almost pulling away, felt the warm, small hand of the redhead gently urging him with a soft, insistent expression.

- Don’t worry, you can drink it all. It’s not like I don’t have water at home or can’t refill it at the taps here. Go ahead, it’s okay, you know? - She encouraged him further.

Unable to resist any longer, and with the thirst gnawing at him, drank the water from the thermos as slowly as he could. His chest ached from the kicks had endured, and drinking felt like a challenge as the liquid traveled down his throat, through the lungs, the stomach, and every part of his body. Leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, while the redhead calmly leaned beside him, not bothering him or invading the personal space.

They said nothing as the birds and car horns accompanied them. When he finished the water, trembling, he handed it back to her - "Thank you…"

- Haha, don’t thank me. It was clear you needed it - Laughed softly, looking at him with a gentle gaze, a look he didn’t understand why it impacted him so much. That couldn’t be the look of someone pretending to be kind. Her aura was genuine, like the sun, and he didn’t know how to put into words what he felt. Despite the pain in the chest, a rare warmth began to take root.

Her gaze followed Thrain’s face, bruises, scratches, purple and black marks, a swollen eye, part of his black shirt torn. It boiled her blood. She needed to take him to the infirmary immediately. But given his reaction, she had to earn his trust. He must be terrified of her, thinking might hurt him. Had no such intention, and she was going to prove it.

- Can I tell you something? - asked, seeking permission to continue. He remained silent, torn between whether he should listen or not, nodding cautiously - "I’ve seen you during recess recently. I just… didn’t understand why. I thought you liked being alone, so I didn’t interrupt. But… I should have noticed that your silence and the way you looked at others… was because you wanted to join a group, right?"

Thrain felt exposed, the trembling in his body returning. But instead of running or escaping, something held him back more than the physical pain and he spoke in a hoarse voice - "…Yes…"

- I see… - Paused for a moment, her face darkening, though not for the reasons the boy might think - "From the way you reacted with me, they and others have been mistreating you all this time"

The memories of shrill laughter shook his back with nerves, curling further into the redhead’s jacket. Her responses and his fear made her clench her fist at the sight of the person beside her. She had seen and defended those who were mistreated for being different, cases like the dark haired boy’s. Her friend Xilonen had been one of those victims. What on earth was so amusing about bullying someone as if that person had killed their pet? Would never understand this behavior, even if there was a reason behind it, it didn’t justify the physical and psychological harm inflicted.

She could sense he was holding back tears, how had suffered in silence all this time. Her chest ached seeing him like this. She hated it. Needed to reach him somehow, to take his hand in some way, until an idea came to it.

Crawling closer to Thrain, she spoke softly, not startling him - "Hey… Can you hear me?"

He lifted the face, tears on the verge of spilling but trying to be strong. That wasn’t right.

- You don’t have to be strong in front of me. What they’ve done to you is unforgivable. My friend Xilonen also suffered bullying when I met her. This harassment cannot continue in this school, and I won’t leave here until you feel better and I take you to the infirmary. Understood?

He raised his head, surprised, shaking it - "You don’t have to stay here. I don’t want to be a bother…" - His voice faded before continuing - "The bell must have rung… You should…" - Fell silent when the other’s fiery determination made it clear that no, she wasn’t leaving.

- You’re not a burden. Honestly, I’m glad I kicked those bastards’ asses, and I’ll do it again if they mess with you or anyone else - The words carry firm conviction, keeping upright - "The bell doesn’t matter either. The teacher didn’t show up, so we’re free. I was playing ball with Xilonen until I kicked it too hard and sent it flying into this corner, that’s why I saw you"

A pause, then a continuation – “So don’t say you’re a burden, it’s not true. I might not know you, but I can tell you that no one should ever be treated like trash. We deserve respect, and to stand up for those who can’t raise their voices"

- Maybe I’m not what you think - The words carry doubt, as if he doesn’t believe them himself. Maybe there’s something wrong with him, like the others claim.

She shakes the head firmly - "That’s mine to judge. And from what I see, you’ve been alone all this time, I’d bet a Mora you don’t have any friends by your side either" - Silence speaks volumes. She smirks, triumphant, an idea sparking in her mind - "That can be fixed, prince"

The nickname, once used mockingly by others, doesn’t carry the same tone when she says it. It’s light, playful, almost endearing. Disbelief unravels in real time. He holds back, but a quiet tear slips free. Watches with empathy, reaching out a hand.

- Can I touch you? You tell me when to stop.

Shouldn’t accept this. Could just be another lie, maybe a trap. But exhaustion runs deep. He’s so tired. Tired of pretending, tired of enduring, tired of the silent beatings that have chipped away at him for too long.

The tears slip free with ease when he lets them. Fingers thread through his hair, guiding the head into the curve of her neck, holding him close, like they’ve known each other forever.

Nobody touches him except his parents. Here, touches mean scratches, bruises, a body treated like a punching bag. No fight left to refuse. He sinks into her neck, fed up with being strong, fed up with enduring, finally seen.

Inside, a quiet plea, don’t let go. One of the best embraces he’s ever received. He cries, and it doesn’t matter tears, snot, none of it makes her pull away. She keeps him close, saying everything is alright. And somehow, it feels true. Clinging because the alternative is a cold abyss he refuses to fall into. Tightening his grip as she hums a melody, soothing the chaos bottled inside.

She doesn’t have to do this.

Shouldn’t let herself get drawn into it.

But it feels so warm, so right, that resisting is impossible. He wants more than he should, more from someone unfamiliar.

Yet something about her, it feels familiar, like coming home after being lost for too long.

- Cry, okay? It’s alright.

Time passes, indifferent to classes, to what others might think, to assignments waiting to be done, to anyone who might come and mock him again.

For now, none of it matters. Protected, he hesitantly returns the hug. She lets out a small laugh, unexpected enough to unsettle something inside him.

Once the tears dry, she rises carefully, dusting herself off. Gathering his scattered belongings, placing them neatly into his black bag. Picking up the abandoned bat, turning toward him.

- We need to get you to the infirmary. After that, you should go home. Just tell me which class you’re in so I can get the notes for your assignments. We have to talk to the principal, this silence can’t continue, and I’ll help you through every step. 

A hand lifted, waiting.

Those honeycomb and crimson eyes unbearable, something in them pulling at his chest too hard.

- You don’t have to do this… Why?

She meets his gaze, firm steps closing the space between them - "Because nobody deserves to be alone or to fight alone. Because no one should suffer the twisted thoughts of others. Because my instincts don’t lie when they tell me you’re a good person. And because it’s my choice to reach for you. I don’t know how long they’ve done this to you, but there are people who will offer you their heart in their hands, with no intention of causing you pain"

- We don’t know each other. I don’t know you - A weak counterargument. She laughs, leaving him flustered, cheeks stained red.

- Well, nothing better than taking the first step and holding out a hand, don’t you think? - Playful, curious. No response, so she takes it as victory, smiling with warmth, sincerity as the sun - "What’s your name?"

Wide eyes. Fingers tightening around the red jacket, breath caught, unsure whether this is real. That heart she holds out, it can’t be anything more than a mirage. But is real. He sees it. Is real.

A tear falls, but his lips curve into a timid, small, sweet smile. Slowly, with a slight tremor, he takes her hand - "I… My name is Thrain Christensen…"

She glows brighter, steadying him one arm looping around his neck, the other supporting his waist as they head toward the school infirmary - "Nice to meet you, Thrain. My name’s Mavuika Haborym, but you can call me Mavu with all the trust in the world, hehe"

Her laugh is contagious, pulling him free from the suffocating storm that had been his cage.

Walking through the hallways together, he can’t stop looking at her. Someone wanting to be his friend, a gift, a balm wrapping around wounds long denied the chance to heal. And for reasons unknown, his heart beats, steadily, softly, like the rhythm of a drum echoing in the distance. It beats in time with their steps, their synchronized movements.

He doesn’t understand what he’s feeling. But there’s something reassuring about not searching for answers too quickly, about just letting the moment carry him. With her fingers intertwined with his, warmth spreads through his chest.

And without doubt, without hesitation, he knows, he will not regret taking that hand.

Not today.

Not tomorrow.

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Part 2 “This Feeling That I Don't Understand, But When I'm by Your Side, Everything Is Easy”

He doesn’t regret a single part of himself for having taken that heart in hand. If the only price he has to pay is enduring hardships to hold onto that warm hand, would do it again if destiny and time existed.

After that, the bullies and those who despised him were expelled from school, and strict rules were implemented for teachers and the system to defend and support students suffering from harassment. Support groups were organized, along with defenses against similar issues, child psychology clinics, and other tools to combat bullying, to ensure no indifference toward students who suffer at the hands of others who treat them like broken toys.

Mavuika defends and protects him against those who still hold disgust or dare to lay a finger on him. She doesn’t care about the worried scolding’s her mother gives her about it; refuses to stay silent while those under her wing risk being hurt. Protective and fierce, like the first flame in history when discovered, unyielding against hibernation or light rain.

Their relationship has endured since then, doing everything together like any friends would, playing hide and seek, chasing each other, swinging, playing with their favorite toys, joking, and having sleepovers at each other’s houses. They are inseparable, fire and ice, yet their shared ground brings them together, developing similar attitudes and thoughts.

It has lasted so long that they reached their final years of high school together, in the same class, one step away from university and deciding what to do with their lives.

Over time, they’ve developed a rivalry over who does things better, enjoying the spark they feel when competing in sports or intellectual challenges in class. It didn’t matter how they competed; they felt satisfaction knowing their emotions and energetic persistence were mutual. If one lost, the other joined in the defeat. If one won and the other didn’t, it felt as though they had both won alongside the person at their side.

Learned from her how to defend himself in advanced karate classes during their free time, which proved invaluable when he needed to knock someone’s teeth out for crossing the line. But high school was mostly peaceful, no one bothered him. Perhaps it was because had grown bigger, stronger, and knew how to defend himself, or because he had become a serene person who didn’t cause conflicts. Many saw him as a leader, someone who integrated well into the group, helped others, and earned their trust, making him proud to be in a better situation than in elementary school. Not a social butterfly, but someone who genuinely supported those seeking his help, a person to rely on in tough times or when everything seemed lost.

He understands what it’s like to feel alone, not knowing what to do, he lived through that.

That’s why he defends those who can’t raise their voices, choosing instead to support them. Met a younger boy once, when some were throwing food and calling him weird. Saying they ran away upon seeing Thrain would be an understatement. Helping the teenager to his feet, and unexpectedly, as they talked more and the boy sought him out, it seemed like a mentor-student relationship. But he appreciated the friendship that developed between them.

Ororon might be a bit eccentric, but he’s kind. Enjoys farming, has a garden at home, and wants to do what’s right for others. He had to teach him that if he wanted to do what’s right or save others, he’d need the desire to care for himself and what he wanted to achieve.

Also became friends with Xilonen, Mavuika’s best friend. In elementary school, it took time for the waters to settle, as neither trusted the other not to become the next source of misfortune they had suffered. But they began to get along, supporting each other morally and forming a “Partners in Crime” code when someone interfered with Mavuika. Well… it turns out those people haven’t bothered her again, with both touching fists when their plans worked as intended.

Adolescence varies depending on the teenager. For some, it’s calm; for others, it’s a hormonal disaster. They’re no longer the children they once were, standing just steps away from adulthood, forming their own opinions independent of their parents, causing trouble, rebelling against the system, or evolving their tastes. It’s also a stage of misunderstanding, as they go through things they can’t even figure out, debating right and wrong, venturing into territories forbidden by their parents or never considered before.

A difficult period of transformation. Pimples start to appear, pubic hair grows, you smell worse, or you take on certain responsibilities. You’re no longer a child who doesn’t know how to add two plus two, but you’re not yet an adult capable of handling work and making wise decisions.

A stage where many emotions and thoughts develop, become complex things that make sense and things that don’t. But above all…

A phase where you start noticing the opposite sex.

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The time spent with Mavuika leaves him in a place he cannot quite define, almost a magical world where everything makes sense, and yet nothing does.

A world where they rule together, as leaders of their own nation.

Many times, loses his breath internally when she gives him one of her characteristic smiles, when listens to her practice guitar in class, testing notes, saying they sound off key but always telling her that plays excellently.

Feeling pride when the redhead praises the desserts he makes, fascinated and delighted by baking as he grows older. Thrain’s mother taught him how to cook, and pastries and bread were the first things enjoyed so much that he wanted to learn more and show the progress to his friend.

Or when he’s mesmerized by her voice, whether she’s speaking or singing, never tires of hearing her.

Sometimes, she catches him staring at her for a long time, leaving him blushing while she teases him, saying he’s turning as red as a ripe tomato.

The moments of intrusive attempts grabbing her hand or glaring at other boys who get too close.

Or… that time… when he saw her looking at the sky.

They were at Mavuika’s house; it was her sister Hine’s birthday, so she invited her friends Xilonen, Ororon, and Thrain. Her father was grilling, and everyone ate happily. Mavuika finished first and left to watch the stars from a hill; she and her family lived on a farm not far from the city. The scenery was breathtaking, but he couldn’t stop looking at her. His mind told him wanted to watch the stars with her, yet his feet refused to move. Why was so suddenly so nervous to be near her?

Just moments ago, they had been playing Mario Kart Wii with Hine and her childhood friends, or earlier, when he had helped her in her room with a math assignment to practice for final exams.

What made this moment feel different, setting his nerves on edge?

- You look deep in thought, Captain - Ororon spoke, calling him Captain out of affection and because he was responsible. He was amused by the other’s behavior, Thrain hadn’t stopped watching the redhead since the party started.

- Yeah, you’re so lost in thought that you didn’t hear us talking about next week’s exams. Who are you staring at, Captain? - Xilonen teased, fully aware of who had caught his eyes. In fact, she’d say the sparkle in his starry eyes had never faded when he spent time with her friend, not since childhood, and now it was even worse, making her sick to the stomach.

Exposed, he covered his face with his hand, but the warmth in his chest and cheeks betrayed him - "It’s no-nothing. I don’t know what you’re talking about. It’s probably not important anyway since I already studied for the exams"

The blonde and the purple-haired boy exchanged amused looks at his response.

- Not important, huh? - Ororon chuckled.

- If it’s not important, then who’s on your mind right now? - The blonde pressed, triumphant as she struck a nerve watching the dark haired boy desperately trying to avoid looking at the two sitting across the table with so many people around.

Irritation, something characteristic of him, took hold - "It’s nothing. Can you mind your own business and just eat? I have no patience for whatever gossip you two are scheming" - His defensive stance was strong enough to sound like breaking glass when the two mischief makers laughed at him.

- He looks adorable when he gets mad, doesn’t he? - The bat like boy smirked conspiratorially.

- You said it… UAAAahhhhh - Xilonen stretched sleepily but didn’t let go of a sarcastic grin - "Our little prince seems to have thoughts more urgent than studying. Those thoughts definitely don’t include a certain redhead, do they?"

That made him tremble with frustration, leaving him speechless except for a sharp - "Tch" - Turned away from the two beside him, ignoring their laughter as they could practically imagine his ears and tail twitching from all this.

The irritation was unbearable. This whole situation was throwing him off, making him feel hot, conflicted, lost in a whirlwind of emotions.

Saying his adolescence was calm didn’t mean was immune to the changes and complicated feelings that surfaced, the thoughts about the future, where his next step would be aside from university, whether he wanted to live alone or stay with his parents…

And about a certain person who had even begun appearing in his dreams.

Some normal, beautiful ones.

Others…

……….

God, he didn’t want to remember those.

They turned his face red, dragging into a territory he wasn’t ready to acknowledge, no matter how much pressure was put on him. He’d rather be tied to train tracks than confess anything.

Lost in thought, a few pats landed on his shoulder. Ororon looked at him reassuringly.

- You can go to her. We’ll be fine.

The blonde nodded sleepily but was just as calm as the other.

- Yep, you already finished eating, so don’t hold back because of us or the guests. If you want to go to that person, do it.

- Guys… - Thrain softened at the sincerity and support of his friends.

- Unless, of course, you’d rather stay and talk about what you think of her. Do you dream of her? What kind of dreams? - Xilonen smirked wickedly, making the dark haired boy flare up in frustration again as he hastily grabbed his bag and stormed off from the table casting them one last deadly glare before leaving while Ororon laughed and Xilonen waved lazily.

- He’s done for, isn’t he? - Ororon asked, already knowing the answer.

- Done for? More like completely buried beneath the ground we walk on. His gazes toward Mavuika irritate me. I don’t know if he realizes what he feels or not. If there were a contest for longing, he’d win the grand prize. That tells you everything. I can’t stand it anymore, I need to sleep… - The leopard girl groaned - "I don’t know when he’ll finally confess he loves her"

- Let’s have faith. The Captain will figure it out in time.

- I hope you’re right. Otherwise, I’ll write a song and blast it through the DJ speakers at this party with the title “MAVUIKA, THRAIN LOVES YOU”, that’ll solve this mess. I hate being the third wheel watching them get so close to doing something interesting and then nothing.

- But you love them and want what’s best for them?

Xilonen kept her gaze on Thrain and Mavuika, recalling their journey, their memories, and the smiles they shared. The races and sword fights where they set records.

But above all… that longing that was undeniable, no matter how one looked at it, not just in Thrain, but in her friend as well. But ugh! Both were too awkward to admit anything. HOW MUCH LONGER WOULD SHE HAVE TO SUFFER THROUGH WATCHING THEM IN PRIVATE SITUATIONS ONLY FOR THEM TO BACK AWAY AT THE LAST SECOND?! FOR CELESTIAL’S SAKE!

Stupid feelings! Let Xbalanque take her instead of making her endure these two!

But…

The blonde smiled, knowing that, sooner or later, their feelings would come to light.

- Yeah, I want what’s best for them, just like you… Ahhhhhhhhh" - Sighed, gazing at the moon above the barbecue - "It’s only a matter of time"

- Only a matter of time - Ororon agreed, gazing up at the sky with her, pulling an apple from his bag for them both, lost in thought.

Yes… only a matter of time. Sooner or later, those feelings would shine through.

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Thrain calmed down as he climbed the hill, distancing himself from those two. At the top, he found Mavuika, lost in thought as she gazed at the sky. Silent, serene, didn’t speak, just lay down beside her.

The stars began to fall, creating a breathtaking spectacle. Only the crickets accompanied them.

Mavuika glanced at him and offered a soft smile before returning her gaze to the sky.

- This starfall is beautiful. My little sister is so lucky.

- It is... - Thrain agreed.

She turned her gaze toward him, softer now, studying his eyes.

- Your eyes are just like the stars.

Her sudden comment left him momentarily stunned.

- ........... - He prayed he wasn’t blushing - "Really?"

- Yes, your pupils reflect them perfectly. Isn’t that incredible?

- .....Yeah..... - Since when did he embarrass so easily? Wasn’t like this as a child.

Silence lingered. She too blushed after what she said, but it was true, the stars reflected in his eyes. Wanted to keep looking, but noticing his nervousness, she turned away. Thrain was adorable, though she wouldn’t say it, not wanting to scare him off.

Neither spoke, words slipping away.

Mavuika sighed, contemplative, growing nostalgic and with an unfamiliar heaviness in her heart.

- Are you okay, Mavuika? - Thrain asked, concerned over her prolonged silence. He lifted himself slightly from the grass, moving closer.

She shook her head - "Nothing, nothing… I was just thinking about us..."

He didn’t quite understand, so she continued.

- Life takes such unexpected turns when you meet someone. I remember your wounds, how you feared me, thinking I would hurt you. And yet… here we are, together, watching the starry sky, about to graduate and chase our dreams… yet our feelings haven’t faded.

His heart beat steadily, his expression softening into a smile.

- Yeah… life does have its twists. A twist I don’t regret taking your hand.

She fell quiet for a moment, her tone growing gentle but tinged with fear - "I was happy when you did. This friendship brought us here… but…"

- But?

- "…….." - Her face darkened - "Standing at the doorstep of graduation, I wonder… will this friendship last over time?"

Thrain turned fully toward her, heart stopping, fear tightening in his throat - "Why do you think that, Mavuika?"

- I’ve seen people grow apart or stop speaking when they leave for different paths. Some hold grudges over things that shatter the bonds they built over years. I’ve had friends drift away from me... - The voice grew more vulnerable, releasing fears about the future fears she had been hiding for years - "My nightmares are about you going somewhere I can’t reach. That in the distance, in your eyes, I won’t know if you hate me or if you’ve simply grown cold after years apart… I…"

A tear slid down her cheek. She hid it as she pressed the face against her folded arms.

- I don’t want that... I don’t care whether it’s friendship or not, I appreciate your presence so much that I can’t imagine a future where we’re separated. You matter to me in a way… that’s impossible to measure. Our dreams are different, you want to be a baker, I want to be a guitarist and form a band, composing songs… and I’m scared… so scared that one day that will happen… Snif, I don’t want it! I don’t want that... The future….

Her voice broke at the last part, only for her to realize she wasn’t alone, immediately retracting.

- I’m sorry… I said something strange. Today’s my little sister’s birthday, I shouldn’t… I’m sorry.

She curled into herself, no longer carrying the confidence and certainty that usually defined her. When it came to fear, wanted to handle things in silence, be strong, chase her dreams despite mistakes, and avoid worrying those close to her. Staying positive was key in life… but….What she feared most was the future, the relentless and unpredictable force it carried.

The drastic changes it could bring. Losing the things she treasured. Her dreams failing. That she wouldn’t be the same cheerful Mavuika she had been as a child. That her family would look at her differently. That she might lose her friendships…Or never see Thrain again for the rest of her life…

A fear growing stronger as she became more aware of the surroundings, the responsibilities one had to carry when stepping into adulthood, the realization that many things were out of her control.

People changed whether she liked it or not. In knowledge, skills, personality, relationships, goals, and the paths they took. But inside, still felt like a child, clinging to the happiness that shaped her days. Maybe her fear was childish. Maybe shouldn’t have voiced it.

Celestia… how uncomfortable.

- Mavuika… - He called to her from inches away, but she didn’t respond - "Mavuika"

- Please… just ignore what I said, you can go back to the-

He cut her off – “Mavu, look at me. I know you can look at me" - His voice was worried, serious yet gentle. Slowly, she lifted her head, breathe catching as she found Thrain close and closer than she had expected. A rare courage showed when he placed both hands on her cheeks, keeping her from pulling away.

- It’s okay to fear the future… even if I plan to be a baker, still doubt whether people will truly enjoy what I make, whether I can bring them joy when their days are dark.

- What are you talking about, Thrain? You improve your recipes every day. Even if someone doesn’t like them, there will always be those whose day is made brighter by your sweets. Your small actions speak louder than any words you could express. Same with your family, they deeply appreciate it because it’s you, because you love doing it.

- Then… wouldn’t it be the same for you?

- ……………………….. - She fell silent.

- I see how you train, how you struggle with high notes in your songs, how you faced auditions and rejection, yet kept pushing yourself to improve. Today, you played your guitar for Hine, and her happiness radiated from her energy alone. You are yourself through your music, and what you want to convey to others is what truly matters. Even if rejection comes, you can take time to gather people and form your own band from scratch… and…"

A quiet chuckle escaped him – “We all know you’re too stubborn to leave things unfinished, that’s one of your most endearing traits, despite your fears"

- Thrain…

- And speaking of the future and us… Do you want to give up on what we have?

Yelled before she could think - "NEVER!"

A rare smile graced his face. Despite hesitation, he took her hands, responding with certainty - "Then it’s decided. We’ll push forward, carrying our feelings with us, even if life puts distance between us" - The atmosphere grew heavier with conviction. He pulled her into an embrace - "We’ll always find a way to be together, whether through special gatherings, planning our time… Ororon calls me a mule for never leaving people behind. My bond with you is the greatest treasure I have, I won’t let time take it, nor will I give up on it"

The heart eased. Each word reached her like a feather from an angel, lifting her again. Thrain…

- If the world makes us stumble, I know I can fall by your side. No one deserves to be left behind in the darkness, Mavu. I don’t care if what you fear is nothing severe, you can count on me, no matter what - He places both hands on his chest, letting her hear his heartbeat - "This is my heart in your presence, that’s how important you are to me, an improbable friendship that has illuminated my path"

Releases the tears without hesitation, conflicting emotions rising, but through all of them, relief remains, steady, undeniable, almost bridging the distance between them.

- Thrain… - Her voice comes out soft, unsteady.

- Cry, Mavu. Nothing is stopping you anymore.

He opens his arms, and in an instant, she crashes into him, sending both rolling down the hill. Dizzy, he quickly regains his senses, her sobs pressed against his chest.

The discomfort is gone, completely, as he holds her tightly.

Time passes along the trail, their exhaustion creeping in, almost enough to lull them to sleep in the open air. But with the risk of animals roaming nearby or catching a cold, he helps Mavuika to her feet. Just before they head back, she stops him with a gentle hand.

- Wait here - She runs off to retrieve something and returns moments later - "Close your eyes, please. I have a gift for us"

Does as she asks. A strange weight settles atop his head. When he opens his eyes, he finds Mavuika placing a flower crown on herself woven from Withering Purpurbloom. Realizing he also has one on his head, he watches her expression grow serious as she lifts her pinky finger before him.

- I made these flowers for my sister’s birthday, but I want to use them as a symbol of our promise here on this hill. That even if our hearts are separated, we will always carry each other in our minds, whenever the sun rises, and the moon appears. That, through this promise, we will meet again, no matter how much time passes, and… - She pauses, voice breaking yet still luminous - "That before the universe, we will always give our hearts to one another, knowing that within them, we have found a home to return to. Are you ready for whatever the future holds, Thrain?"

The fire is contagious, softening him, no hesitation, no second thoughts. He hooks his pinky with hers, just as serious, the words steady like ice that never melts - "I’m ready for whatever comes, Mavu… Always beneath the same sky, with my heart in hand"

Sees the cascade of stars reflected in her amber eyes, leaving him enchanted, foolishly lost in them, but never losing the dignity, respecting the way he can feel this without shame.

Settling down, they lie side by side, their friends watching from afar, triumphant at their progress, even without knowing the details. Their pinkies remain linked, flower crowns resting on their heads.

This feeling is so simple, yet deeply rooted in his heart since the day they met. Thrain doesn’t understand the full magnitude of it. But beside her, it is effortless to surrender to it.

So easy to simply lie there, as if they belong.

Slowly but surely, toward the future, will chase his dreams, knowing he will see Mavuika by his side. Certain beyond doubt, drifts into peaceful sleep in her room.

One day, in perfect serenity, will understand this feeling growing like a bud.

…………….

Or rather…

He already knows it, Forbidden, fragile… yet powerful.

He will not name it now.

Because he has all the time in the world. For this flower in his heart to bloom into something beautiful.

And betting everything….Mavuika might just share this feeling too.

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Part 3 “With Heart in Hand by Your Side”

Many kids want to be adults so that the limitations of childhood no longer bury them. Adults want to be children again because life and responsibilities crush them for granted.

As infants, one would think that their parents have infinite money or that the things they buy were already there from the beginning. When you become an adult you understand and appreciate that nothing in this life is free, not even the effort you make to buy those things you like, your knowledge, friendships and dreams don't come true overnight, if you want to get something you must work to achieve that reality and not through illusions that will send you to dead ends. In adulthood you are in charge of your life and how you want to live it.

Persistence and awareness are key to fully ascend above the mud if you are so serious about respecting whom you are that you can achieve what you set out to achieve without betraying yourself. Many fall into lies and hypocrisy because they are not sincere with themselves or genuinely work on the mistakes they have.

Adulthood is a weight that is sacrificed day by day, paying and walking without stopping. But it's also the stage where you can finally do what you want as long as you don't harm each other's freedom.

Your parents will not always be there for you along the way, so you have to be clear about what you want and learn on the fly what it means to be an adult, nothing is given to you just for the sake of it, you're not a child to be given things and feel good about yourself. It is possible to archive everything, just a matter of time, practice, stumble and get up. Sometimes life is not roses and you will go through hardships.

That is true for Thrain and Mavuika.

Thrain spent day and night practicing for new recipes for his business. Studying finances, working to save money, planning, finding staff for his bakery, buying the area to trade and balancing his relationships with work. It was a daunting task that earned her a few trips to the hospital for back pain and lack of sleep. Mavuika sometimes had to tie him down to sleep and give him healthy meals instead of pure energy drinks. Paying large amounts of money for 3 years up front in the business to finally get out of his misery. Having several altercations with thieves who wanted to steal from his business and the money he had to hire guards.

Mavuika in rehearsing every day singing and guitar, working in jobs he didn't want, putting up with toxic co-workers and bosses to get money. Being on the street in crowded areas and singing for the public and little by little her fame spread from voice to voice. Getting acquainted with others who wanted to join her band. Being hired by several producers but rejected in the end because her songs or style were not for “The Masses”. Finally getting someone to finance so she could post her first songs on social media even though it wasn't popular or that no one noticed her; Thrain was there for her every time depression hit when negativity built up in her or nothing turned out the way she wanted it to.

Yes, it has been an arduous road with ups and downs. What doesn't change is the support and affection they have for each other, through thick and thin; as if circumstances make their relationship stronger and closer than it already is. Both of them never break their word and go all the way together.

Yes, nothing was roses...

But it was all paid off in spades. Perseverance has not changed in both of them.

What has not changed are the feelings they have for each other, growing bigger through the years, a flower that is about to show its first ripe petals.

At any moment this flower will be as glistening as the crystals.

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- Mavuika! Don't you have somewhere to go? - Xilonen's loud voice echoed in the band's small studio, cutting through the breeze like a vibrating echo. Staring at her friend, who, completely immersed in the guitar, was still tuning the strings and trying out sounds as if time didn't exist.

Mavuika looked up when hearing her name and in that instant, as if an avalanche of reality fell on her, eyes widened. Immediately reacted, her body jumped to stand up with a haste that overflowed with urgency.

Quickly, she placed the guitar in the case with almost automatic movements, her hands working with the speed of one who has already repeated the action hundreds of times. She adjusted her black jacket, adjusting it to fit tightly around her torso, and smoothed the fabric of the wine colored T-shirt before picking up her glasses from the table. Without wasting a second, ran her fingers through her hair, messy from hours of rehearsal, arranging it neatly before turning to Xilonen.

- Damn, I forgot I have to see Thrain! Thank you, Xilonen... - Hurriedly and gratefully as one's eyes darted around the studio, making sure not to forget anything before leaving.

The blonde still relaxed on the couch, stretched arms with a nonchalant expression, but the mischievous glint in her eyes gave it away - “Yeah, yeah, sure. What would you do without me to remind you to see your boyfriend?”

The word boyfriend made Mavuika pause for a brief moment, turning to her friend with a sharp glare. But instead of rebutting with seriousness, she simply exhaled with amusement, the moment turning into a light, familiar exchange between them - “We're not boyfriend and girlfriend yet, Xilonen”

The blonde arched an eyebrow, crossing her arms with a defiant expression, as if about to throw the final punch in an argument that had already been won before she started it.

- And when were they going to confess to each other? - The question floated in the air for a second, but the woman in red didn't hesitate. Her answer came with a firmness it didn't usually have when they talked about it.

- Today I will.

Xilonen, who was expecting another evasion or a nonchalant comment, blinked once. Her posture shifted, disbelief mingling with a spark of surprise - “Really, Mavuika?”

Busy making sure everything was ready, she smiled with a nonchalant look - “You think I'm not going to seize the moment when Thrain asked me to see him today to hang out?”

The leopard woman watched her, expression slowly changing into a smirk laden smile - "You had better, before the gems on my neck, be that way. If not, I'll wreck your bike and all your belongings"

The redhead let out a laugh, her laughter echoing through the studio naturally - "Hahahahaha, I know you will.... You've waited for this for so long"

Clicked her tongue the blonde, frustration reflected in the way she crossed the arms more tightly.

- No kidding. I hate being third in whatever shit you two are up to.

She let out a smaller smile, this time tinged with a tinge of apology. Looking down, her friend's words hitting softly against her chest - "Sorry.... Xilonen"

The leopard girl exhaled slowly, her expression softening. Without further words, she grabbed her friend's backpack and handed it to her with a calm gesture - "Come on, flame girl. You've waited too long for this moment. Don't delay the inevitable"

Mavuika, feeling the weight of reality settle in, took a deep breath, as if with that air she could fill her body with confidence. Then, without further hesitation, she waved goodbye to her friend, roaring the engine of her motorcycle as it headed for Thrain's bakery.

Xilonen did nothing but watch proudly as her friend's silhouette faded into the distance. Finally, she plopped down on the couch with a long, satisfied exhale.

- Seriously, I don't get paid enough for this.

And so, she closed her eyes, surrendering to sleep with a light smile on her lips.

The smell of bread can be smelled in the distance, smoke falls glistening as winter and flakes land on the ground. Natlan is not a nation that normally has winter, it only happens twice out of five times, when it does everyone bundles up and spends most of the time at home warming up or in businesses where there is heating.

Cakes are sold at great promotions. Coffee mingles with people's laughter, everyone sitting around telling how their day at work went or plans for the weekend.

All the dessert frostings decorated with the look of a fancy party sit patiently to be eaten on the shelves, pizza and pastas are savored with exquisiteness.

The bakery is also a restaurant, the whole place is not as modern, is homey and with piano music in the background. Decorated from above under floral, stars and wood and stone constructions, a fountain inside the place and gardens to take a walk or eat there. This is a place that over time gained popularity but is now quiet, peace is a feature as you enter and any trouble is done in private or leaves the site.

Thrain couldn't be more proud of the progress he has made to adulthood, seeing others happy and safe fills his heart. His employees are hardworking and kind people. Thrain's friends Tarko and Ororon will cover for him today and the rest of the week, they will be off at 2:00 p.m. and will be paid for their hours. A little vacation would do him good to rest and spend time with her.

Lives in the bakery, up the stairs to the seventh floor with nice views of Natlan and a spacious and comfortable apartment for him. He grabs the snacks he brought fresh from the oven, an orange juice and heads downstairs warmly to wait for Mavuika.

- Good luck on your date, boss - Ororon says goodbye, he's gotten a little bigger, not big enough to catch up to Thrain. Working for Thrain in a great business as he can promote its fruits and vegetables, helping in the bakery and with a small store next to his orchard produce.

- Maybe you should call it that - adjusting his scarf and watching the snow fall. Thrain sits at a table and the purple-haired guy gives him a bitter coffee just the way the man likes it.

- It seems like a good environment to be alone with her, do you think .....? - The other doesn't know whether to ask. The other can figure out what he means and sighs.

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All those deep feelings inside him were like a flower growing in a carefully tended, protected garden. They bloomed in the subtlest moments, in the smallest gestures, when she wiped away his tears before they dared to fall, when their gazes crossed in each other's direction as if it were the only compass that mattered. They flourished when he would prepare food for her on days when Mavuika seemed despondent, when together they would watch the stars on the hill, enveloped by the calm of the night.

Yes...

He doesn't intend to hold back anymore. He wants to be with her. To build a future together. To cherish the heart she gave him in her palm that day, to kiss that same heart when the sky tears apart in rain, to reach old age together, certain that he never stopped holding her.

  Telling her today is not an option he can postpone. The obvious between them no longer deserves delay. That's why he called her, to pick him up on her motorcycle, to spend the day together at Mavuika's house.

It's a matter of time , and he ends it here and now.

- Yes, it's today... and don't call me later to ask how it went - He smiles at his friend, who, seeing the restlessness in its eyes, can't help but give it a thumbs up, wishing him luck.

He stands up, gathers the things and says goodbye to Ororon, Tarko and the others in the tent before leaving. The cold breeze hits his face, causing a sneeze almost immediately.

In the distance, Mavuika greets him energetically and runs towards him. She's beautiful, so much so that his distraction in looking at her plays a trick on him, his foot stumbles over a rock and his body wobbles dangerously. But before the world tilts too far, firm handles hold him with precision.

- God, Captain! Watch your step, the whole road is full of traps - The redhead doesn't let go until she's sure he's regained balance. Her eyes reflect a mixture of nagging and concern - "Are you all right?"

Thrain laughs softly, surprised by the speed with which she caught him. But he's not going to lie... loves the way the closeness envelops them. His breathing steadies, posture softening - “I'm fine, thank you, Mavu” - He replies with calm sincerity.

She lets out a sigh of relief and regains her bright smile.

- We will have a great time at home. My parents and Hine are on vacation in Liyue, so I have the house to myself. Get ready, because I want to see you tearing up the kitchen while I play the guitar at full volume.

In a playful gesture, she sticks out a tongue and gets on the motorcycle. That's when he notices. Or rather... when he should have noticed it before. Expression changes as he notices the obvious lack of coat on her.

- Mavuika! Why aren't you wrapped up?

Blinks, surprised. Her gaze instinctively travels up and down, checking her own clothing, realizing too late that she has come out dressed as if it's a warm day. She twiddles fingers together in a flustered way, the gesture she makes when forgetting important details, and mumbles with an apologetic grimace.

- Oops... I forgot. I'm sorry. I didn't notice until you mentioned it.

Thrain crosses his arms and watches her with a mildly disapproving expression. Mavuika shrinks back a bit, already anticipating his scolding.

- I'm really sorry. Look, I'm fine. At least the warmth of the bike kept me sheltered, so nothing happened.... - Tries to justify it, even though she knows that her forgetfulness is inexcusable. In Natlan, even if it's not very often, the cold can be treacherous and terrible in every possible way.

She shuffles around the motorcycle looking for something to help her, but it's no use. There is nothing warm with her. In frustration, she scratches her head, not realizing that he has crept up on her.

Then, an unexpected warmth settles on her neck.

She feels the soft texture of a scarf gently encircling her. She meets Thrain's eyes as he adjusts the fabric with accuracy, making sure that it covers every exposed space well. The snow falls in small flakes around him, but he stands steady, unhurried in his task. With a final caress on the scarf, he steps back, crossing his arms again.

- Don't do that again, Mavuika - His gaze, serious but preoccupied, makes it clear to her that he won't tolerate carelessness like that again.

The redhead's heart is pounding. Her fingers run over the fabric gently, feeling the warmth still clinging to her, feeling the protective gesture of the one who just wrapped her in it. For a moment, her mind goes blank, until she shakes it off and nods earnestly.

- It won't happen again - Glad her voice didn't waver.

When they get on the bike, the man does something unexpected, asking whether he can hold her around the waist to warm her up. Mavuika's excitement is evident. For so long, for respect, he had avoided that kind of contact, but now... his arms were around her naturally.

The scent of freshly bathed cologne and soap envelops her, a fresh, piney, winter smell. Despite the wind, the cold no longer bothers her, hitting against her face. His breath brushes against her neck, causing an almost imperceptible tingling sensation.

- Are you okay? - Asks in a low voice.

- Yes, thank you, Thrain - Feeling the butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

He smiles, and expression is soft, warm as sweet honey. He tightens the embrace slightly.

- Glad to hear it. Don't get distracted on the way.

Laughs softly, feigning a slight complaint in her mind - “Like you won't hold me and cause me a flutter of butterflies”

Past the buildings and bridges, the snow falls silently.

But they are wrapped in each other's warmth.

Arriving at the house, they set everything in place, preparing to enjoy their time together. Between laughter and recent anecdotes, the kitchen became a living space, where every movement spoke of a growing familiarity between them.

Thrain inspected the shelves and the fridge, searching for the perfect ingredients to prepare a three-milk cake. His concentration was impeccable, measuring each amount precisely, mixing patiently, making sure each step was the right one. Next to her, Mavuika was working on a fresh fruit salad and ice cream, preparing the perfect complements for the outing they had planned. The hill, the place where they had made their promise with the wreath, awaited them under a blanket of light snow. A picnic seemed the ideal choice, as long as they were warm enough.

Between jokes and antics, the kitchen was filled with spontaneous moments. The redhead would throw playful comments and, in retaliation, the black-haired man would leave little smears of frosting on her face. She feigned indignation, but the laughter was unstoppable. Underneath all that mirth, however, there was something deeper, an unspoken tenderness. An implicit fondness that brought them closer little by little, as if trust was woven into every shared instant.

As they prepared everything, the redhead recounted her day in the studio, touching him from time to time with a playful gesture, while Thrain watched her with those attentive eyes, always watching, always learning from her. In a gesture of repayment, he taught her several simple recipes so that she could cook in her day-to-day life. Mavuika gratefully gave him some mats and several relaxation tools for stress, making sure he could take moments of rest.

Without thinking too much about it, the man tried one, applying it to his neck curiously, and the effect was immediate. The pressure gradually dissipated, a soft, quiet sensation coursing through his body, so pleasant that it almost lulled him into a state of lethargy.

When they finally set out for the hill, the cold air greeted them with a firm but not unforgiving touch. They patiently arranged the picnic, making sure everything was in place before settling in. She, sensing the tranquility of the moment, picked up her guitar and began to play with a relaxed rhythm, a melody that intertwined with the wind and the surroundings.

Silence apart from the melody ruled the scene, only interrupted by the delicate strumming of the strings and the natural sounds of the hill. As they ate, they watched the deer gracefully pass by and the rabbits nibble at the snow in search of food.

A moment suspended in time, shared between them. Where everything is filled with the memory of that promise in the stars evening. Where they share side by side talk at the same second.

- Thrain-

- Mavui-

They freeze and laugh a little nervously.

- You first Mavuika.

- Are you sure? You seem to have something important you want to tell me.

- Never mind... you can start.

- Ok... - Mavuika stands savoring the fresh air, Thrain's scarf covers her and attempts to calm herself before the most important moment of her life - "Time has gone by fast, hasn't it? Since I held your hand that day"

- Yes...

- When I rescued you were a beaten dog...but first of all a person who has suffered at the hands of mine, someone who was alone when I wanted you to take my hand it wasn't out of pity I had you, I meant every word of being your friend and here we both are, eating on the hill and being adults - She smiles more with her eyes closed - “If I am honest if you tell me if I would change anything about our meeting I would change mostly class so I could meet you before....and you didn't have to suffer all that”

- .....................................

- I know that maybe I have repeated it so many times but you have been the most important person to me that I can't imagine a life where I haven't met you. Where we promised each other on this hill that we would be through thick and thin...I'm glad we're together, I don't put it in my head being with someone else by my side...I... - She to catch her breath.

Thrain feels his heart beating too, and stands beside her carefully grabbing her hands and protecting her from the cold and soothing it. Getting a little flushed but let it continue.

Mavuika takes a breath, trying to contain the unrestrained pounding in her chest. The cold breeze brushes against her skin, but doesn't care, not when the fire inside her burns brighter than any season. Thrain's scarf, still clinging to her neck, gives a distinct warmth, one that comes not from the fabric, but from its owner. That same warmth she's felt for years now.

She doesn't want to let it go.

Not now.

Not when what feels consumes her like glowing embers that haven't stopped burning since that day he first took her hand.

She moistens lips, her gaze fixed on the snow covering the ground, organizing in her mind the whirlwind of thoughts held back for so long. When she finally finds the strength to speak, it slips out softly, but intensely.

- For all these years, from the time I met you until now, every moment with you has been a gift, something I could never take for granted - She looks up at him, and for a moment, loses herself in his eyes.

- Your presence has been a blessing in my life, something I can't replace with anything else. It has been there on my good days and bad, in every instant when I thought the world was beyond me.

The man watches her silently, but his gaze tells her everything else she needs to know. There is something in his eyes that envelops her, something that makes her want to go on, without stopping.

- When you took my hand that day, you didn't know what it meant to me. You didn't know that in that instant, the little girl I was found a future she could cling to.

Pauses for a moment, biting her lower lip, her heart beating like a drum in her breast. But in the end, the words come out, because they have to.

- I love you, Thrain... - Her face turns red and she starts to want to cry.

The cold of the night becomes insignificant before the warmth of the confession.

- I want to be with you. I want to be able to hold your hand not just as your friend, but as someone who will always be by your side - She takes a deep breath, her body trembling with emotion rather than cold, and with a determined gesture, she shows her open hands before him, just like when she was a child and showed him a palm for the first time.

A heart.

Her heart.

- If you wish...before this heart in hand, will you be my boyfriend?

Time seems to freeze. The woman feels the pressure in her chest increase, as if the entire universe is holding its breath, waiting for his response.

But Thrain doesn't leave her in uncertainty for long.

One step forward, he steps closer, eyes fixed on her outstretched hands. His expression changes, there is no doubt in it, just something warm, something profound.

Feels the weight of confession in every fiber of his body, as if the world has stopped just for them. His breath mingles with Mavuika's, and for an instant, everything is reduced to the beating of their hearts, to the slight tremor in their palms, to the warmth that emanates from their closeness.

He looks at her outstretched hands, that gesture that has been a symbol of their connection since they were children. A heart offered, hers, in the openness of her palms, waiting. But the dark-haired man doesn’t just see what she offers. Also understands what he has to give.

Slowly, brings a hand to his chest, where his heartbeat is firm, intense. Without thinking too much, without holding back anymore, covers the small distance between them and places his own palm over hers, letting the weight of his heart rest upon her skin.

- If you have given me your heart… then take mine.

It is not a metaphor. It is real. A silent pact that transcends words. She trembles, not from the cold, but from pure emotion.

- When you gave me your hand that day… I never thought someone would hold me with no intention of letting go - Thrain’s voice is low, but each word carries a tangible weight, as if he is offering it with every breath.

- I didn’t understand what I felt at first. I didn’t know what it was. I thought it was gratitude, I thought it was affection - His thumb traces circles over Mavuika’s hand, in an unconscious, warm gesture – “But the more I got to know you, the more I was by your side, the clearer it became”

Then, with a softness that dismantles any barrier, he rests his forehead against hers, letting the moment envelop them.

- It’s not gratitude. It’s not just affection. It’s more than that - The voice falls to a whisper, but the intensity of his emotions makes it resonate louder than any shout.

- I love you, Mavuika.

The words emerge, burning, like flames that do not scorch but warm from deep within.

- I have wanted so much to be your boyfriend. More than I even allowed myself to admit. Where our hearts are one.

Doesn’t expect an immediate reaction, but gets one all the same.

Two tears escape Mavuika’s eyes, and before she can do anything else, throws herself against him with force, making both of them stumble into the snow.

The world disappears, the stars blur. The only thing that exists is laughter, strong, pure, uncontrollable.

He catches her by the waist, ensuring she doesn’t fall further, holding her firmly. Embraces her without hesitation.

As if he would never let her go.

As if he never wanted to.

She caresses his pale cheek, and they stay looking at each other, free and bare, until he can’t help but lean in, pausing slightly as if asking for permission. Mavuika rolls her eyes and kisses him.

A burst of warmth engulfs them both to the point of forgetting to breathe. It is slightly messy, the kiss of two people who have never kissed anyone else before except the one they wish to be with. But when they separate, they come together again, softer than the kiss before.

Their movements are exploratory, their closeness melting into heat. Holding each other tighter until they separate for air.

They never let go, not when they eat cookies together, nor when she resumes the notes of a song about two children brought together by fate, with Thrain resting against her shoulder, listening like someone listening to a kingdom in the sky. They never let go of each other's hands.

Their hearts in hand as they lie in bed, where snowflakes fall and Mavuika sleeps peacefully.

He doesn’t stop looking at the small details the freckles she has, the tiny mole beside her eye but none of that matters. He protects her more from the cold, where nothing can reach her, and he murmurs in her ear. Almost a poem for the one who took the hand.

“When the flowers of the world fell like muffled sighs, your hand rose, strong and ethereal, to catch me within its softness. I was a leaf on the edge of an abyss, swept away by the wind of cruel laughter, but you held me before the fall devoured what was left of me. Where the echo of loneliness was an endless burden, you carried in your hands the warmth of a living heart, pouring over my darkness brushstrokes of a new heaven.

In the flame of your presence, time became an eternal instant. I joined you in this life and also in the one yet unborn, in death and in the landscapes that only human souls know. The sun, accomplice of your essence, blossomed before me like a shy and warm flame, as intimate as the touch upon that first encounter, where even the cruelest cold was defeated by your embrace.

What I feel burns without being consumed, is a secret name that the light revealed in my chest. This growing inside me... yes, I have understood finally. That's love. The love you are, the love you offer. Thank you, Mavuika. For the light, for the refuge, for everything.

Thank you......”

Repeat that "thank you" over and over until he falls asleep.

She smiles upon hearing him and kisses his forehead with her hands joined together.

Happy in the world of dreams.

With their heart in hand.

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