Droite and Chris didn't really talk too often; Chris was often busy mentoring Kaito, and Droite had her own training to do. Though, once in a while when he was free, she would demand a duel. After all, Chris was one of the best she knew, and duelling him would have certainly been a challenge.
Though no matter what, no matter how hard she would try, she would always end up knocked to the ground as her life points counted down to zero. When Droite looked up, he would be there, offering his hand with a warm and friendly smile. She would have been lying if she said she hadn't grown even a little fond of that smile of his. Chris would gently take her hand and help her up, before offering some pointers to help her improve.
Droite knew she was foolish when she felt herself getting attached to Chris. Even though they did not exchange many words outside of duelling, she still couldn't help it. Her distractions didn't go unnoticed by Gauche, and whenever he asked about it, she would brush it off. Although best friends told each other everything, there had to be some things she could keep to herself, right?
"Droite?" Chris called to her. "Are you alright? It's your move."
She was pulled out of her thoughts and let a slight gasp escape from her lips. Of course; Droite had returned to reality. She nodded. "Yes, don't worry about me," she assured him.
Droite treasured these duels they had, though she tried to treat them like she was duelling anyone else. But Chris always knew there was something off about her when they did duel; her focus was elsewhere, but her determination seemed to grow along with her skills. Finally, she was coming along as a duellist.
They had duelled one last time and, once again, the life point counter had reached zero. Once the dust had settled, the field showed Droite as the winner, leaving her as the only one standing as she tried to catch her breath. Though she was exhausted, she approached Chris with her hand was outstretched. A flash of surprise shined in his eyes, before switching to something that could have been considered happiness. He took her hand and she helped him up, just as he had always helped her up.
"Well, it's about time, isn't it?" he asked with a small chuckle. Droite nodded.
"Maybe I was just lucky this time," she said.
"Or maybe you've grown as a duellist. It could also be a mix of the two."
Realising she was still holding his hand, she tried to let go, but he didn't. Her heart raced as she realised just then why she had grown so attached to this young man. If she could, she would have ran away just then, but his grip on her hand kept her anchored there.
Neither of them said anything, and no sounds could have been heard outside of the room. Droite gently squeezed Chris' hand. That was all of the encouragement he needed. Using her hand, Chris pulled her close before letting go of her hand, letting him wrap both of arms around her waist.
With a sigh, Droite wrapped her arms around his neck. She was certain he could have felt her heart thundering. And yet, she didn't care. Still, no words were exchanged as they stood together for those few moments.
Chris was the first to let go, and he was the first to leave the room. He slammed the door behind him, leaving her alone once again to her thoughts. Chris certainly was an odd person.