Pretty straight forward, canon based drabbles! Be forewarned, this takes place after the cabernet, so its covered in spoilers.

A general warning, I probably spelled a ton of names wrong. If you spot something I spelled wrong, just let me know!

Inspiration: the entire damn comic. And music. And the second opening theme.

Warning: spoilers, ooc, "shota", maybe more, we'll see!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Onward!

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"warmth"

I'm definitely not in love, Lag thought, keeping his gaze firmly on the neatly paved streets. Next to him, his portly little pug trotted lazily. Around him were familiar faces that greeted the little ten year old, a few people waving.

Lag had woken up in a state of disarray, in a pile of sheets on the floor and red faced that morning. Sabrina had poked her head into the room, concerned, but he'd brushed off her questions with frantic stammering.

He was most definitely not, absolutely not, in love. He firmly shook his head, quickening his pace home. The groceries in his arms were getting heavy and his Dingo in training was of no help as he wandered away frequently. Lag was ready to just lay in bed and smother himself. But the bed was where he absolutely didn't want to go right then either.

Sighing, he held the bag closer to himself. Lag was not equipped for these sort of worries. He was busy studying for his upcoming tests in school as well as to submit his papers to the Bee Hive. What time there was, was for sleeping and his aunt. Definitely not adult issues, like love.

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"Auntie, I'm back..." Lag called, kicking his shoes off as he stepped into the house.

His Dingo-to-be, of course, proceeded to chew them. Squawking, the boy attempted to shoo him away, to which the dog simply ignored him and ran away with a shoe. Lag quickly gave chase, forgetting the groceries in his arms.

From the kitchen, his aunt peered out at the scene, a laugh threatening to escape her. The dog, almost expertly, attempted to run the boy into a wall. Lag, used to the tricks, managed to avoid the traps. It was routine, Sabrina mused.

Sometimes she thought that mangy dog's only saving grace was that he forced the boy to leave his room and exercise a bit more. He'd been cooped up in his room so much these days. When finally the boy retrieved his shoe, he looked like he might faint.

Huffing, Lag entered the kitchen and set the bag down on the table. "I cant stand when he does that..." he whined.

Ruffling his hair, Sabrina began to unload the densely packed grocery bag. "He doesn't listen very well."

"H-He's just new..." Lag defended, sitting down miserably.

You're just too easy to ignore, Sabrina thought. "Well, you have a few more years to train him. Don't worry."

Lag smiled faintly. "Yeah..."

Glancing at the boy, the woman frowned. He looked tired, definitely out of it. "Are you feeling alright?"

Startled, and oddly panicked, the boy stammered. "W-What? Oh, of course! I'm just fine!"

Raising her eyebrow, Sabrina set aside the cabbage she was holding. "Whats the matter?"

Lag smiled blankly, as if he'd been caught doing something inappropriate. "W-What do you mean?"

Sabrina shifted her weight and crossed her arms. "You cant hide things from me, Lag."

It seemed to do the trick. A look of dismay crossed his face before he hung his head. "I-I'm sorry auntie..."

Panic bloomed in the woman's chest as she frowned, sitting across the table from him. "What happened?"

Lag kept his gaze down, gulping. "N-Nothing...I just..."

"Just?"

He fumbled for the right words, playing with his sleeve. "H-Have you ever loved someone?"

Taken aback, the woman gaped briefly. Collecting herself, Sabrina nodded. "Of course."

Lag peered up through his bangs, face beet red. "H-How did you know you did...?"

Suddenly it hit the woman. Her little boy was experiencing his first crush. Relief washed over her as she let out a breath, leaning back into the chair. "I was worried this was something awful..."

The boy blinked owlishly. "W-What...?"

Laughing a bit, the woman reached over, ruffling his wild hair. Lag whined a bit, pouting as his aunt smiled reassuringly. "Its perfectly normal. You don't need to be so worried."

At a loss for words, Lag chewed his lip and held back a sniffle. He nodded dumbly and his aunt continued to put away groceries, asking him, "So whose the lucky girl?"

Lag felt his stomach sink, smilingly weakly. "U-Um...no one in particular."

He couldn't tell her. He absolutely couldn't tell her that the person he loved was the same person she'd thrown out of the house three years prior.

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