A/N: This is just a short, fluffy, LeoXPacifica oneshot. It was originally part of a plot bunny I had involving a mob attacking Pacifica and Leo protecting her, but it stands alone pretty well, too. If you're interested in reading the rest of the fic, tell me in your review. If I get enough, I'll post the rest. By the way, I really hope no one thinks I actually own Scrapped Princess. This is a fanfiction site, after all.

Shards of Sky

Once again, she was standing in the field outside the store, the wind blowing through her golden hair. Her eyes, blue as shards of the sky above them, stared into the clouds. Leo Scorpses couldn't help staring at her.

She was Pacifica Cassul, the Scrapped Princess, the Providence Breaker, and the only girl that Leo would ever love. Not that she returned his feelings. Not since their first meeting, when he'd ridden straight into a shed trying to save her from bandits and then proposed to her out of the blue, had she taken him seriously. His best guess was that she thought of him as a pet dog—cute, but in a clumsy way, and occasionally helpful, but mostly just amusing.

He was doing his best to change all of that, but it wasn't exactly working. He'd been there for her as much as he could, even giving up on his quest for knighthood to work at the Cassul's shop. He'd tried to protect her, too, but the fact that her adopted siblings were a D-Knight with amazing sword skills and a military-grade mage made him seem superfluous, at best. It was starting to seem like nothing would ever change.

He wasn't about to give up, though. Pacifica was the only girl for him. Even if she never accepted his feelings, he wanted to stay by her side. Seeing her happy like this, especially after everything she'd gone through in the months leading up to her sixteenth birthday, was something he didn't take for granted. Maybe someday, it would even be enough.

For now, though, he wasn't giving up.

Pacifica noticed his stare and glanced over at him. "What?" she asked.

Leo looked around, saw a pile of boxes near the door of the store, and ad-libbed. "I…um…I needed some help with moving these boxes," he stammered.

"You're a knight," Pacifica complained. "Can't you handle it on your own?"

"Miss Pacifica!"

"Fine," Pacifica grumbled, walking over to him.

So, moving boxes together wasn't exactly a committed relationship. But, in Leo's mind at least, it was a start.