A Blight is never panicking. They must always have a head on their shoulder, always calm so that they could calculate their next move. They never show their panic, as it would appear that they were off guard. A Blight is always on guard, in case of any sudden strikes.

But there's a certain loophole to this rule, one in which Amity found out when she was way younger. They never said that a Blight can't panic internally.

"Ugh, it needs to be perfect!" she internally screamed in frustration as she threw yet another crumpled up paper.

It was four days before Grom, and Amity Blight was planning on asking Luz to the event. Theoretically, she could ask the human herself in person, but she quickly decided against that idea. She does not want to make a fool out of herself in front of her crush as much as she already does.

She admitted to having a crush on the human for a few weeks now. It was a weird, new, feeling, but she accepted that this was how she feels around the other girl. Doesn't mean she doesn't panic every time she sees Luz though.

Clicking her pen, she narrowed her eyes. She stares blankly at the new, pink, blank paper in front of her, trying to form the right question in her head. No, the perfect question, because a Blight always aim for perfection.

"Should I go for formal or casual?" she debated inside her head, ""Hey Luz, wanna go to Grom?" No, too casual, wheel it back. "Dearest Luz, the Human, will you bestow me your precious time to— nope, definitely not. I'm not even gonna finish that thought." Needless to say, she was stuck. She has been stuck for a few hours.

Slowly and hesitatingly, she wrote "Dear Luz" before being stuck again. It was as if her brain doesn't want to work with her when she needed it the most, it was frustrating. It shouldn't be this hard, but then again, Amity wants Luz to have everything perfect. Because if it's not perfect, then there's a possibility of it going wrong, and if it goes wrong, then Amity knows she'll be crying for a few nights straight. She might not be able to attend school anymore, it was that bad, or it could be that bad.

Keyword being "could". Technically, it could go wrong, but it also wouldn't. And because of this hope, she is using all her willpower to write the perfect question to ask the human out to Grom. Downside though, she is probably too keen on making it perfect than anything else. She was probably a little of an overachiever, she admits, but perfection is the only thing she knew how to do. If it isn't perfect, it isn't good, words like those came from her parents themselves, and she believes it. (Until recently.)

Besides, she wouldn't feel satisfied if it isn't perfect. And if she herself doesn't feel satisfied with her own work, why would Luz be?

""Apple Blood is red, Abominations are purple, did you hear about Grom? Cause I'll be your plus one"... Is that too cheesy? It doesn't even rhyme!" she mentally groaned. Unfortunately, she wasn't the most experienced with romantic gestures, so she was completely in the blind with the whole "asking someone else out" thing.

As she crumpled up the latest piece of paper, she noticed two familiar shadows displayed in front of her.

She groaned in annoyance and sharply turned around, facing the two intruders. "Do you mind?" she glared at the unwanted intruders.

"No, not really," her brother, Edric, replied honestly. He took the question literally.

"What I mean is, can I have some privacy?" Amity rephrased her question. She was tired, sleep deprived, but strangely motivated to finish her quest of writing the perfect question.

"Aw, come on Mittens, we just want to help," her sister, Emira, said as her brother nodded vigorously in the background.

"I don't need any help, besides, why would you help me with anything? I'm perfectly fine," Ugh, for some reason, the word "perfect" sounds weird right now.

"Well, you may not have noticed it—" Edric started.

"—but you've been spending all your time and energy on writing those suspicious notes," Emira ended, pointing to the numerous amount of discarded pink paper on the ground and study desk.

...Had she been that obvious? In any case, she can't just admit that she has a crush on the human! That'll lead to endless amounts of teasing! And an impossible amount of embarrassing moments in the future! Quick, Amity, lie, but be chill about it. Don't be too suspicious.

"I—I don't know wh—what you're talking about." Unfortunately for her, she is horrible at lying when it comes to concealing her crush.

"You sure?" Emira raised an eyebrow.

Edric picked up one of the discarded paper that was on the floor. In panic, Amity tried grabbing it away from her brother, only to fall off her chair while attempting to do so.

"Dearest Luz, would you give me the honour of being my date to Grom?" Edric read out loud. Quickly after she stood back up, Amity yanked the paper into her hands, protectively guarding it as if it was the only one in the room.

But it was too late. The damage was done. Amity can see it now: a future of way more endless teasing and embarrassing moments from her insufferable siblings, and in worse luck, in front of Luz herself.

"Mittens," Emira called, "Are you planning to ask the human to Grom?"

Amity was flustered. "W—What?! No, of course not! What makes you think that?!"

Emira raised an eyebrow, "Right, like the words "Luz", "be my date" and "Grom" doesn't automatically means you're asking her out."

"It could be "Luz, don't be my date to Grom", you never know." Amity was obviously just throwing things out at this point. She just hopes that her heart would slow down enough for her to breath normally. And why is she sweating?

"Well, it wasn't written that way," Edric responded, "I would know, I read it."

"Mittens, just tell us the truth," Emira said softly, "Do you have a crush on the human?"

Amity hesitated. She had two options: to tell the truth and face endless teasing, or lie and face endless teasing. Hard decision.

"I... Yeah, I do..." she confirmed quietly, looking down at the ground as she did so. She was afraid of judgement from her siblings, worse, negative judgement. As insufferable as they were, they are still her siblings. They were always there whenever she had a breakdown of some sort, comforting and supporting her and vice versa from her to them.

Despite all the times where she would snap at them, she still loves them, they are her family. They lived in the same house, and despite their relationship being the kind where teasing and playful bickering is a constant thing, they genuinely do care for each other. (Though they don't often show it, they know it.) So if her siblings discouraged her of her crush, it'll absolutely crush her. In other words, she cares about her siblings' acceptance over her decisions, as weird as that sounded.

(A Blight must not value anyone's opinion of them. But does it apply to her own family?)

But instead of being received judgemental looks, she received a compliment. Or at least, she thinks it's a compliment.

"Hmm, you have good taste Mittens. Luz is pretty cute," Emira complimented. "Huh?"

"Plus, she's pretty fun too. I think that it's safe to say that, we approve," Edric commented as he gave Amity a thumbs up. Emira nodded in agreement at her bother's statement. "What?"

This baffled Amity. It shocked her, surprised her, and admittedly, she was in disbelief. At that moment, realisation punched her in the guts, because they weren't ridiculing her. They were actually supporting it, encouraging it. It was mind boggling to her.

"What?" she uttered. It came out as more of a question than a reply. Her fear of them being discouraging was gone in an instant, leaving her confused and slightly teary eyed.

"What? Is it that hard to believe that we like Luz too?" Emira responded, "Not as much as you though, considering that you spend hours on writing one thing."

"Agreed. I suggest simplifying it a little," Edric suggested. "Okay, maybe a lot. You're being too formal here, Mittens."

Amity felt tears coming out. Maybe it's because she was tired, or maybe it's because she was so frustrated at writing the perfect question that it made her worn out, but something about the way that her siblings were so nonchalantly putting their thoughts on her crush (her human crush) in a positive way was touching. She sniffled.

This did not went unnoticed by her siblings. "Mittens, are you crying?" Emira asked out of genuine concern and confusion.

"N—No," Amity said, unconvincingly, as she wiped away the little tear that came out of her eyes. "I can't cry now," she told herself, fighting to push back the tears.

"Really? You look like you're crying," Emira responded. She then placed a comforting hand on her sister's shoulder, "Amity, what's wrong?"

"I..." Her head was blanked. She was full on sobbing now, unable to hold back the tears. It was fortunate that her parents were on yet another business trip, otherwise she'll be criticise for crying. (A Blight doesn't show weakness, even in the confines of their own house.)

Her sister pulled Amity into a hug, her brother joining in shortly after. Amity cried into her siblings' shoulders. Soon, she hugged back.

Moments like these were the rare moments of them comforting each other. They may not get along, they may tease and bicker every once in a while, they may embarrass each other on a daily basis, but they still cared for each other.

Her siblings are a pain, but they can also be a pillar of support and comfort. In a world where she's always hiding her true self, showing everyone she meets a false side of her, always on guard, her siblings are the first people that she knows she can trust with some things. Maybe not everything, but some. And that's good enough for her.


Author's Note: Aka, the chapter where the author unintentionally wrote a wholesome Blight siblings moment (and may or may not be ranting about the whole "perfect" part of the chapter because I relate—). Thanks for reading, have a great day/night, see you next time. :)