Missval
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10/31/2025, 11:46:07 PM
No.6326243
But you weren’t a child anymore. Graduation was only months away. After that came the real missions. The real weight of what being a Huntress meant. Even with the bitterness inside you, there was still that faint, stubborn hope that once you were out there, doing real work, things would finally get better. You’d make them get better. That you'd feel better
“It’s good to have dreams, Miss Shelly,” Lionheart said. “They’re what guide us when we’re at our lowest.”
He rested a hand on your shoulder, giving it a gentle pat. You noticed how light his touch felt. When you first enrolled, he’d been broad-shouldered, almost imposing. Now his frame looked leaner, his face more drawn.
“Sir… is everything alright?” You turned to look at him.
He smiled, or at least tried to. “Of course. Just… tired, that’s all.”
Something was bothering him. You could see it in the way his eyes darted away. But he wouldn’t tell you. Just as you wouldn’t tell him about the things that bothered you.
“Yes, Shelly. Everything is alright. Just… taking care of a school is hard work. But don’t fret. Everything’s all right.” His tone was steady, but you could hear the fatigue in it. “Now, Miss Shelly, I’m sorry for interrupting you, but… you had to go to the nurse’s office, right?”
The nurse’s office. Right. You used to go there two or three times a week. That was months ago. Now you went almost every day.
“Yes. I suppose I should go.” You hesitated for a moment. Every visit left you feeling… off. Not better. Different. But whatever medicine, pills, or treatment that green-haired girl gave you, it worked, at least well enough.
“You don’t have to go today if you don’t want to, Shel.” Lionheart said gently. “After all, you had quite a fight. Maybe you should take the rest of the day off?”
He always tried to get you to slow down, to take a break.
“I’m fine,” you said. “Besides… you know why I should go. Right? I was lucky today that nothing happened, but who knows what’ll happen in the future.”
He fell silent. The air between you grew heavy. You both knew what you were referring to, but neither of you ever spoke about it outright. The subject had become almost taboo.
“Right. Your symptoms do tend to dissipate,” he murmured, forcing a small smile. His voice faltered, and you caught the slight tremor in his breathing. “But… sorry. I’m overthinking things. I seriously think you should stop going.”
“Stop going?” You blinked, surprised. Surely he was joking. “Sir, you were the one who suggested it in the first place. And it’s been working! Really, thank you. I know you’re worried about me, but if you keep trying to get me to slack off, I’ll have to tell on you, you know?”
You gave him a light punch on the shoulder and laughed.
“It’s good to have dreams, Miss Shelly,” Lionheart said. “They’re what guide us when we’re at our lowest.”
He rested a hand on your shoulder, giving it a gentle pat. You noticed how light his touch felt. When you first enrolled, he’d been broad-shouldered, almost imposing. Now his frame looked leaner, his face more drawn.
“Sir… is everything alright?” You turned to look at him.
He smiled, or at least tried to. “Of course. Just… tired, that’s all.”
Something was bothering him. You could see it in the way his eyes darted away. But he wouldn’t tell you. Just as you wouldn’t tell him about the things that bothered you.
“Yes, Shelly. Everything is alright. Just… taking care of a school is hard work. But don’t fret. Everything’s all right.” His tone was steady, but you could hear the fatigue in it. “Now, Miss Shelly, I’m sorry for interrupting you, but… you had to go to the nurse’s office, right?”
The nurse’s office. Right. You used to go there two or three times a week. That was months ago. Now you went almost every day.
“Yes. I suppose I should go.” You hesitated for a moment. Every visit left you feeling… off. Not better. Different. But whatever medicine, pills, or treatment that green-haired girl gave you, it worked, at least well enough.
“You don’t have to go today if you don’t want to, Shel.” Lionheart said gently. “After all, you had quite a fight. Maybe you should take the rest of the day off?”
He always tried to get you to slow down, to take a break.
“I’m fine,” you said. “Besides… you know why I should go. Right? I was lucky today that nothing happened, but who knows what’ll happen in the future.”
He fell silent. The air between you grew heavy. You both knew what you were referring to, but neither of you ever spoke about it outright. The subject had become almost taboo.
“Right. Your symptoms do tend to dissipate,” he murmured, forcing a small smile. His voice faltered, and you caught the slight tremor in his breathing. “But… sorry. I’m overthinking things. I seriously think you should stop going.”
“Stop going?” You blinked, surprised. Surely he was joking. “Sir, you were the one who suggested it in the first place. And it’s been working! Really, thank you. I know you’re worried about me, but if you keep trying to get me to slack off, I’ll have to tell on you, you know?”
You gave him a light punch on the shoulder and laughed.