LUCY'S POV:
The moment I laid my eyes on him, I knew he was the one. He was battered and broken, but it mattered not. To me, he's beautiful.
I remember our encounter like it was yesterday. Battles were occurring all around us, but one look, and I was mesmerized by him. His dark onyx eyes reflected sadness, regret, and pain. Midnight was barely conscious from his battle with Erza. He had nasty gashes all over his body, and it was a miracle that he was still standing.
As I watched, he collapsed onto the ground, lying there motionlessly. I gasped, trying to hold back from the urge to run over to him. There was something about Midnight that drew me to him. Seeing him like that pained me. Staring at his unmoving figure determinedly, I pulled away from the rest of my teammates.
"I need to see if he's okay," I whispered, walking to the fallen Mage. He looked so peaceful that I could almost believe that he was asleep. Slowly reaching out, I ran my fingers through his long spiky hair, lost in thought. How could something be so wrong, but feel so right? Midnight was not what normally someone would call beautiful, but to me, he was.
Suddenly, with no warning, he snapped back into consciousness. His eyes shot open, and his hand snatched my wrist. Panicking, I struggled to pull away from his grip. When Midnight saw me, he visually relaxed, and threw me ten feet away.
When my teammates found me, they were furious. "Lucy, I told you to stay away from him!" Erza shouted. "He's dangerous! He's the enemy!" I nodded avoiding her gaze. Erza's glare softened. "Come on, Lucy." Looking back at Midnight's battered and bruised body, I grudgingly let her pull me away.
Smiling at the memory, I opened the door to my apartment, half expecting team Natsu to jump out. When only silence greeted me, I heaved a relieved sigh. Fumbling to find the lights, I tripped over a chair. I winced, waiting for my impact with the floor, but it never came. Instead, I felt myself land on something hard. I slowly opened my eyes to find myself on top of Midnight. "What are you doing here?" I squeaked, trying to hide my blossoming blush.
He stared at me coldly from under me. "Please get off of me. And to answer your question, I'm here to see you. Don't even try to deny that something had happened between us during the battle." He shoved me away, dusting himself off. Midnight was still injured from the battle, his clothes soaked with blood and grime.
"Okay," I stammered, avoiding his eyes. "Why don't you sit down."
MIDNIGHT'S POV:
The moment I laid my eyes on the blonde celestial Mage, I knew that she was unique from all the others. I was weak and pitiful, but she didn't seem to care. When I collapsed, she came to me. Her large brown eyes swimming with worry for me. Me, a criminal. She was loved by her nakama, and showed me kindness despite the fact we attacked Fairy Tail. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't get her out of my mind. Now, I have to confront her. About us.