At this phase, the husbandos are beginning to be a little too playful. Too playful that it's so frickin' adorable and that they're trying to be closer to you since the first few days felt kinda awkward for both parties.


Satozuki's POV

So after breakfast, I went to the next phase of my routine which is to take a bath and then get dressed directly after. But before I could take my towel and my clothes, I placed my bag on my table so that I'll be able to pack my essential stuff at the last minute.

"I'll just take a shower now." I told to [human] Connor since he was the one awake while Squall is still sleeping.

Dude's a heavy sleeper.

When I was already dressing up, I noticed that Connor was spinning his tomahawk as if it was some kind of toy while sitting on my desktop chair and then I found Squall already awake lying down on his back and staring blankly at the ceiling.

When I got to my table, I found my backpack sitting by Squall in the bed. I'm presuming that he moved it while I was gone so he grabbed the chance—and that is what most likely happened, evidently—and as I tried to reach for my bag.

"Why won't you notice me, Sato-chan?" Squall.

"What?"

"Notice me…" he whined like an innocent child.

"If only I get my bag first from you."

"No… Look at me first." He insisted as he hugs my backpack.

He's indirectly provoking me to forcibly take my bag away from him because it looks like that is what he's implying anyway but I don't wanna underestimate Squall's strength because who knows?

But that look of him is frustratingly cute that I couldn't help but submit to his bidding.

"There, I'm already looking at you." I said.

"Closer…"

"What are you trying to pull, Squall?"

"Nothing, just look at me…"

Okay, I see where this is going already and I'm still not prepared for that. So I tried on my cunning and got closer to him, when I knew that he was distracted by then I snatched my backpack and he never saw that coming.

"Hah! Bet ya didn't see that coming, did ya, Squall?" I triumphantly declared.

"Alright, alright, you had me there." Squall scoffs as he sits up on my bed.

"Anyway, I need to get to school now. I'll see you two later and behave!" I emphasized on the last word because I have no idea what will happen to the both of them while I'm gone.

I just hope everything will be alright.

I traveled all my way to school and discovered that I still have at least 20 minutes the moment I stepped out of the public ride. In the walkway by the parking lot, it's already a 5-minute walk and then the way to your classroom ranges from 10 to 15 minutes depending where your class is because it's a total bummer if your class is held in the other building—starting from the main entrance to the other building instead of the main one, that would practically suck.

Well, it's good that my first class is still in the main building. I got to class around 10 minutes early and there were still a few of us so I guess I can do whatever I want for now.

I took one of the three sketchpads I brought—yeah, I bring more sketchpads than notebooks—as I flipped through the pages, I found some drawings that really don't look like my handwork. I looked at the detail and saw that it somehow resembled Mohawk writings—yes, I Google some of them and these drawings resemble the writings—and that can only mean one thing…

Connor did this.

I'm quite impressed~!

All it needs is some coloring, I'm so tempted to color them according to the Mohawk color scheme but I guess I should ask permission from Connor—after all, it's his own artwork.

When our French professor finally arrived, we settled for class and then we started with our lessons of constructing sentences with the correct stresses and conjugations.

I guess the bliss would have to wait until my next break.


Asahina's POV

When I was getting ready for school after breakfast with Cloud, I just finished taking a bath and got dressed right after I stepped out of the shower. When I returned to my bedroom, I found Arno comfortably sitting on my chair again and I was assumed that he was reading the ACU novel again but I stood corrected as I saw the cover—he was reading the very first book of the saga which is Assassin's Creed: Renaissance, in other words, it's Assassin's Creed II—the early story of Ezio Auditore da Firenze.

When I turned to my bed, I found Cloud dozing off again. I look at him and—by God!—he looks so peaceful and angelic at the same time!

I walk right up to him as quietly as I can and brushed away his bangs from his face—I don't know why I did do that, it just happened, even I didn't have full control of what I just did maybe it's my subconscious.

He didn't wake up to my touch but his hand went to mine holding cheek and pressed his face more to my palm. Meaning, he's half-awake—I suppose his eyes are just tired.

"Asahina…" he slowly opens his eyes again.

"It's okay, you can go back to sleep." I cooed.

"No, no, it's alright—I just couldn't help it."

I chuckled and then ran my thumb on his cheek lightly. He smiles—although small—back at me again, it felt so warm for me on the inside whenever I see him like that and then he didn't let go of my hand playfully.

"You can let go now." I said.

He didn't reply, I only felt his grip get firmer and I tried pulling away, "I need to get my bag there, Cloud."

"Oh, alright." He chuckles and then he loosens his hold on my hand but as I try to pull away, his grip smoothly slides away from my hand up to my fingertips and then I went to my desk where my bag was placed and I had to get through Arno and maybe play him around a little.

When I zipped my backpack, I peeked over the book even though it was upside-down in my point of view and my hair curtained the page he was reading.

"So, what chapter are you in now?" I chirped.

"Well, mademoiselle, I'm already in the part where he was chasing off the Spanish Templar until your hair draped over the paper." He chuckled.

"Sorry." I muttered as I smiled and then when I looked up at him he was smiling back.

I snatched my bag and then double-checked my things inside, everything seemed to be in place. I zipped it shut and then stood up to get out of the bedroom.

Upon opening the door, I stopped myself and then turned to the both of them. I approached Cloud and then patted his chocobo hair and reminded them the usual notes.

"I'll see you guys later and please behave, okay?"

"We will, I swear." Cloud.

"Good."

I stepped out of my bedroom and then said Bye to Sparky as well even though he's just there comfortably and snug in his doggy bed, he let out a bark before I could even lock the main door. After closing the gate and latching it shut, I walked my way to the main road of my subdivision until I got to the exit and then crossed the street to wait for a ride to the station that drives to the route of my school.

It's the usual pattern of my mornings.

As I got to the terminal, waiting for the ride to fill in, I checked the time in my phone and then texted Yoshino if she's already in school—because we're classmates in my Math and Psychology class.

Every three minutes, the ride would be filled with people by two to four persons and it was a sure time-saver because it's already 7:30am and the ride is being occupied in an adequate multitude.

When the ride was completely occupied, the driver revved up the engine and we drove on. It's a little bit of a long road but I can tell if I'm near because the buildings are my indicators. Well, so far I was already at the main building of the neighboring college right next to my school—boy, the highway is loose today, well that's because the rush hour is off now and usually the rush hour starts around 5am or 6am.

Just a few more meters away and the ride stopped right next to the path—the particular path that I described lying between the highway and a big patch of grass in the school vicinity—and walked my way to the school's concrete runway. Personally, the concrete walkway is lengthier than the grass path because seriously, it stretches from the outdoor waiting area of the school to the part where the cars get through the guards for verification.

When I got through the short pedestrian lane, I felt so parched because the morning was sunny so I replenished myself with an iced coffee from the vending machine and then got into the building.

My Math class—my first class for today—is at the third floor of the second building.

Aww gaddamit.

I still have a few minutes of my time but instead I'll just wait at the bench near the classroom. I don't wanna tire myself out. As I got to the third floor, I saw a shadow cast in the hallway and when I got closer it was Yoshino—even she was enjoying a cup of iced coffee as well.

"Hey, Yoshino~"

"Oh, hey~~"

Since she and I what's going on with our lives, I can read the expression in her face.

"So, how's your morning?" I began the conversation…

"Well, you know—waking up seeing Ventus and Noctis around you!" She gushed as she laughed.

"Don't worry, I feel you too." I laughed.

She told me about waking up seeing Noctis sitting right in front of her and then later following her downstairs to find her having breakfast. He also took a bite from her toast when he was looking down at it like a curious puppy and while I was visualizing it—I thought that it's downright adorable of Noctis even though I'm not much of a fangirl for him because my fangirlitis succumbs only to Cloud.

I guess I'm not the only squeamish one in here this morning. I thought to myself as Yoshino alternately talks and then takes a sip from her cup of iced coffee.

Wait, if she's pumped up at the sight of Noctis this morning and that she's having iced coffee—won't that make her, I don't know, hyper?

"Are you going to be okay after drinking iced coffee and then seeing Noctis this morning close to you? I think that's a little bit of an overdose so won't you get overly hyper?"

"Nah, it's alright, I can control myself."

"Good for you—I can't even pull myself together whenever I see Cloud and Arno." I joked.

"Yeah, I think it's a good wakeup call." She adds.

"It's better than having an alarm clock screeching to your ear." I put in.

"Yeah, that's pretty much annoying."

When we got into class and sat down as we waited for our other classmates to come inside, I took out my sketchpad and I was flipping through the pages until I noticed some ink on one of my Assassin drawings.

I stopped at that page and found a short note on one of the white spaces near my drawing of a female Assassin sporting Assassin robes that slightly resembled Arno's design.

"You draw well, mademoiselle, keep this up."

Alright, I don't need an initial to know who wrote this because from the word "mademoiselle", I can already figure out who wrote this in a heartbeat.

Arno.

That's just sweet.