"Meet the Mender(?)"
Trey
Route: Hoshido
Source: Writer
"Um, Oboro-san?" I asked, sticking my head through the tent flap (don't take that out of context).
"…Takumi-sama…" came the distracted reply. She was sitting at the table, daydreaming—probably about a certain second prince.
Sighing, I forced the bundle under my left arm, walked inside, and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Wha—" She quickly got over the surprise when she saw who it was. "Oh, it's Death Boy."
"Please don't call me that," I sighed. Fifth time today, I groaned inwardly. Some people've been calling Dreyza things like "False Dragon Lady", which she found mildly annoying. I wish I had her tolerance.
"Whatever. Now, whaddaya want? You've certainly got some nerve interrupting my valuable free time."
I could see Bluefield saying, Which you are using for daydreaming. But I kept that to myself. "Uh, okay. Anyway, [REDACTED] and I noticed that a lot of clothing in today's laundry had holes in them. Probably from yesterday's skirmish. I thought, maybe you could—"
"Mend them?" she finished. "Eh, sure." Then she gave me a look. "[REDACTED] did make sure it's all clean, right?"
"Yes. One hundred percent. We'd smell it otherwise."
"All right." With that and a smile, she snatched the bundle out from under my arm and swiftly set it beside her. "I'll get straight to work. With luck, it'll only take five minutes."
"Okay, then." With that, I saw myself out. "See you later."
"Yeah, sure."
Later, I found out that Oboro-san mainly helped because the load I was carrying contained some of Takumi-san's clothes. A day later, Takumi-san asked me about his clothes. When I told him where I'd last seen them, he [REDACTED (nothing vulgar)] before rushing off.
I hope this is the worst that human "crushes" can ever get.
I seriously doubt it.
