I'm not saying that listening to Captain Jack's Theme theme from Torchwood makes James even hotter in this scene…but it does. Enjoy!
"Rizavi, do you copy?"
"Loud and clear, boss."
"Kinkade?"
"Rooftop."
"Leifsdottir?"
"On your third."
James Griffin let out a steadying breath, tightening his grip on his sniper and peering through the scope. "She's doing well so far. Watch for her signal. When she gives it, go to your designated areas."
"Ten-four."
"Copy."
"Gotcha."
The night fell quiet, all except for the cars on the street below. James watched the Midoriyan princess carefully. The glare of the window, caused by the city lights surrounding them, obstructed his view only slightly. He zoomed his scope in to have a better visual.
"Seems like everything's going okay," Rizavi commed from her position in the abandoned building to Griffin's left. "Still can't believe we have to do this. Why would people want an assassination right after a war just ended?"
"Humans have done similar things in our own history," Kinkade's voice crackled over, his tone grave.
James nodded to himself, humming in acknowledgment. "It's our job to make sure history doesn't repeat itself. Protecting the princess will ensure that the Coalition doesn't—"
"There's shadow movement above the princess' room. Third floor."
Leifsdottir's voice made the MFE's commander's attention snap back to the room, his mind instinctively running through the details of their mission for the millionth time that day.
Step one: protect the princess of Midoriya.
Step two: get her to safety aboard her own ship.
It seemed simple enough, but James knew better. They'd been informed of what they were up against.
Apparently the princess' father had sided with the Galra decades ago in an attempt to save his people. Even though the Midoriyan king had eventually paid for his decision with his life, several Coalition members had been incensed upon hearing that his daughter had reached out to join their cause.
Her first visit to Earth had only begun a few days ago, but it wasn't long before they were being called in to get her out. Anonymous death threats had been pouring in ever since her arrival. It seemed the old tensions between Midoriya and the other Coalition planets were still quite alive.
As he gazed through the window of the high security embassy, James had to agree with Rizavi— the fact that they'd been called in for such a task was a disgrace. The war was supposed to be over, wasn't it? Hadn't they all embraced this new era of peace? Then again, he supposed that some people just couldn't let go of a grudge. Some wounds never fully healed, even with time.
If he was honest, it broke his heart. After all they'd been through, James had looked forward to a life of relative calm. He figured he deserved it after everything he'd lost, but maybe that was selfish. After all, the cost of freedom was always high, and he had chosen to be one of those called upon to pay it.
The reflection of his scars in the mirror that morning flickered through his mind, followed quickly by a pair of beautiful honey eyes and soft pink lips.
James shook his head. Now wasn't the time.
Zooming in closely, he could see now that the alien princess was looking around her room with wide purple eyes, her hands frozen above her bag.
"I think I heard something," she whispered over the comm.
"Keep packing, act like you don't suspect anything," James instructed calmly. "We have you in our sights. You are completely safe."
He saw the princess give a fearful nod before he cut off the link. He watched her for a moment, noting that she did just as he said. By the looks of it, she was almost done packing. One eye on her, James opened up a second line with his squadron.
"Get ready," he grunted, gripping his rifle tighter. "Something's not right."
"Heat signatures above are moving toward the stairs," Leifsdottir informed. "Eight total."
"Great," Rizavi hissed. "Griff, what's our play?"
"Stay where you are," he said. "We move when they do. They don't know we're here— we can't lose the element of surprise."
Rizavi was quick to push back, "But if they get in the door and shoot her right there, we've failed. They aren't going to hold back."
She was right, and James hated it. Why did everything have to get so political? There should've been an easier, more diplomatic way to solve this— a solution other than the murder of a young woman who had done nothing wrong other than being born to a cowardly father.
He sighed. He couldn't sit here and contemplate his anger over the situation. They had to move.
"Rizavi, with me," James commanded. "Leifs, get ready to meet us at the drop point. Kinkade, you stay up top. We need eyes above."
"Copy."
"On it."
"Where do we go?"
"To the second floor, east window near the elevators," he responded. "Gun set to stun. We don't want to cause any more trou—"
A loud slam blasted over his line to the princess.
James snapped his attention back. His blood boiled at what he saw.
One of the assassins had kicked the bedroom door down. The Midoriyan princess screamed.
"Move! Now!" James shouted.
He stowed his sniper away and threw a grappling hook. The device landed above the window, and the second the control light turned green, he swung himself onto the line.
The princess was backed against a wall now. She was holding her bag up to her chest like a shield, trembling. A large green alien was saying something. In his hands was a gun, pointed directly at her head. James grit his teeth as he gained velocity. Time to get to work.
He launched himself through the window, shattering the glass to pieces. The alien whipped around— and promptly fell to the ground, stunned.
James grabbed the princess' hand. "We gotta move!"
She stumbled after him, holding her bag tight. James tossed the door open. Before him were the other seven.
"Stay back!" he told her. The princess obeyed, curling up behind him as he fired off shot after shot. But these aliens looked entirely different from the other one— they were wearing armor.
James pushed the button on the side of his helmet. "Riz—!"
"I'm here!" her voice sounded, loud and clear. His eyes flickered down the hallway. She was running toward him. In her hands was a massive energy blaster.
"Take this!" she cried, firing off a round of shots. The aliens yelled when the blasts made contact, and Rizavi pushed her way through the smoke toward James.
He gave her a frustrated glance. "The armor—"
"Yeah, I noticed," she grumbled. The duo shared a devious look. "Hand to hand?"
James grinned, lowering himself into ready position behind her. "Let's get it done."
The pair began to fight their way through, Rizavi aiming for their legs and and James landing the final punch with practiced ease. This wasn't the first time they'd found themselves in a corner like this.
After several minutes, James stepped back and evaluated the situation, panting. Two left.
"Go!"
James spun around, and Rizavi glared at him. "Get her out of here! I got this!"
He nodded. If she said she could handle it, then he would trust her word. James turned and faced the princess, who was hiding behind the doorframe.
"Come on," he insisted. She hesitated, and James groaned. He didn't have time for this, not when her life was at stake.
With no other options left, he grabbed her around her waist and starting running. The princess tripped, but he caught her and kept going. Mistakes were deadly at this point. They had to keep moving.
"Leifs," he commed, "Meet us in the stairs, on the second floor—"
"Can't," she replied. "Kinkade and I have company."
"Crap," he muttered. Looked like the assassins had brought more goons than they'd expected.
James felt his stress levels rising by the second as they wound through the maze of embassy hallways. Everything was already so out of control, and he felt doubt that this mission would succeed begin to crush his chest.
Honey golden eyes flashed through his mind.
James forced the image out. He had to focus. It was do or die time.
They finally got to the first floor, and James pulled the princess around the corner. He dashed to the panel on the wall, then punched in the key code. There was a hiss. Part of the wall drew back.
James looked at the princess expectantly. She was staring at him with wide eyes.
He waved his hand, "In we go, come on."
Though her eyes were filled with fear, the princess scurried in. He hopped in after her. The second he was in, the wall slid back together.
He spun around and took her hand. "Keep moving."
The secret corridor was dark. They moved as quickly and silently as possible, with James ensuring that they took the right turn at each intersection.
"—fin. Griffin, do you copy?"
"I hear you," he grunted. "In the tunnels now. Heading toward the exit."
"Okay," Kinkade replied. "We need to— door— get to the—"
"Shoot," James hissed. The embassy walls were interfering with the signal. Guess that's what they got for choosing to sneak her out through an old bomb shelter.
There was a muffled sob to his left, and James turned toward the source. "Almost there, princess," he promised. "You're getting out of here safe and sound." Her eyes didn't convey any confidence that his statement was true. Honestly, he didn't blame her.
James ground his teeth together and kept running. If his memory served correctly, this should be the final turn. He rounded the corner, his grip on the princess' hand tight. She let out a whimper. He glanced back at her—
A fist to his face sent him sprawling to the ground.
"Officer Griffin!" the princess cried.
He coughed, tasting blood in his mouth. He lifted his eyes and grimaced. So they'd had another thug waiting for them. Perfect.
James whipped his gun out and took aim, but it was too late. The alien had a hand around the princess' throat. In his other hand was a gleaming dagger.
"Try me," his low voice growled as he lifted the knife to her jugular. "I won't hesitate. My people died because of her father's doing. It's time she paid the price."
The MFE Commander's grip on his gun tightened. The princess' eyes were filling with tears. He met her gaze calmly.
"It's going to be okay," he soothed. "I promise."
Her mouth opened to respond, but it shut when the knife pressed into her skin.
"Your choice, human," the alien threatened. "Stop meddling in things you don't know about. Just walk away, and forget this ever happened. It isn't your fight."
A thousand scenarios ran through James' head. He knew he couldn't shoot. With the dagger where it was, even a slip up could kill her.
Then, for the third time that night, her eyes went through his mind. And suddenly, he felt at peace.
Slowly, James lowered his gun. The alien raised an eyebrow. James set the gun on the ground.
The alien grinned. "Good. You're smarter than I thought your species was. Keep walking, human."
James kept his face carefully blank as he obeyed. Turning his back on the princess was hard, especially when he could hear her panicked muffled screams.
"Heh, this is going to be fun," the alien chuckled darkly.
James' feet continued to move forward.
"Officer Griffin!" the princess shouted. "Officer, please! Help me!"
"He's not helping you now! Get a move on, princess— I know a few guys who want a swipe at you first before I finish you off."
James closed his eyes. One of his fingers drifted down to the gauntlet on his arm. He pushed a button, and his visor lit up green. A crackle of electricity filled the air.
Three…two…one…
Brown eyes flashed open. He whirled around and aimed the spade. He fired.
The electrodes hit their target. The alien let out a roar, then fell to the ground, black smoke rising from his body.
James breathed a sigh of relief. The princess clambered back, shaking as strangled sobs escaped her throat.
He ran up to her and made to grab her hand. "Come on, we gotta go—"
She shook her head, frozen. Terrified purple eyes stared up at him, and he felt his heart break a little.
As gently as he could, he coaxed her away from the alien, maneuvering them so that he blocked her view of the body. The princess' breaths were growing shallow and quick. Her focus went in and out, almost as though she was starting to lose her grip on reality.
"Hey," he said, snapping in her face. Wide eyes flickered back to his. James set his hands on her shoulders. He gripped them tight, forcing her to keep her eyes on him.
"It's almost over," he assured her. "You're going to be safe soon— it's my job to ensure that. But I can't do my job if you won't move. I know you're scared, but you have to get the courage to keep going. Your people need you."
The princess' eyes shimmered with tears. "B-But he just— and you— you left—"
He shook his head. "I'm sorry, I know that must have scared you. But I promise I will protect you, and you will get out of this alive. You have to trust me."
Her lip trembled, and James briefly considered just picking her up and carrying her out. There were probably more assassins on their way down, assuming his team hadn't already taken care of the rest of them.
But thankfully, the princess finally gave a tiny nod.
James let out a breath and pulled her toward the exit.
They were twenty meters away when his comm finally came back to life.
"Griffin!" Rizavi called. "We're ready at the drop point!"
He grunted. "Good. Got the cars?"
"We have both," Leifsdottir intoned.
James nodded. "Kinkade?"
"Right above the exit on the second story," the sniper replied. "They won't lay a finger on you guys."
The princess and the commander came to a halt at the door. The lights of the city night seeped out from under it.
"Ready?" James checked.
"Ready," his team responded in unison.
Brown eyes flickered to purple. The princess nodded.
James kicked the door open.
The city opened up before them, but before James could get caught up in the scene, two heavily armored Garrison cars came squealing around the corner.
Rizavi screeched to a stop in front of them. The door slid open, and she yelled, "Hop in! Hurry!"
No time to waste, James practically picked the princess up and threw her into the backseat. He slammed the door shut behind him, and Rizavi kicked it into overdrive.
James sat up in his chair, groaning. "Kinkade—"
"Leifsdottir's getting him," Rizavi answered. "Messaging Iverson now to let him know we're on our way to the ship."
James turned around and looked through the back window. Kinkade had just landed on top of the car. The sniper looked up, gave a salute, then climbed in.
The MFE commander fell back against the seats and sighed. Now for the easy part.
He began to close his eyes, but a squeak next to him stopped him from doing so. He eyed the princess and held back a groan. Right, he still needed to act professional.
James straightened up in his chair. He shifted to face the princess, who honestly, still looked as frightened as she did when she was at knifepoint.
"Hey," he said gently, "You did well. I'm sorry for what happened back there, but I hope you understand why I had to do that. I couldn't risk him killing you if I took the shot."
The princess nodded shakily. "I-I understand, Officer." Then, a blue blush spread across her face. "A monarch should have been stronger, though. I acted like a child."
James shrugged. "We have a saying here on Earth— you're only human. So, in your case, you're only Midoriyan." She looked confused, and he cleared his throat. "What I mean is, anyone would be scared in the situation you were in. I just hope this hasn't changed your mind about joining with the Coalition. We'll work on easing the tensions between your planet and the others until you return, I can promise you that."
She registered what he said slowly, her eyes turning to look down at her lap. "Had it not been for your kindness, I am sure that this experience would have caused me to abandon the Coalition entirely."
There was a click of a tongue, and James looked up. Rizavi was sending him a look through the rearview mirror, one that he couldn't interpret. After a moment, he turned back to the princess and gave her a cordial nod. He wasn't entirely sure what else there was to be said after such a traumatic night. She probably needed time to process what happened.
The rest of the journey was spent in silence, other than the occasional chatter on the radio. And finally, for the first time that day, James allowed the image of Katie to fully enter the front of his mind.
He held in a wistful sigh. He missed her more than words could say. He hated forcing himself to not think about her, but every time he did, it just made things worse, especially when he was on mission and needed to be completely focused. He was the MFE commander— he couldn't let his mind wander. He had to be in charge and in control at all times.
But then Katie would sneak into his mind, and James found himself wishing that he didn't have to be any of those things.
After a few more seconds of letting himself long for his girlfriend, James snapped himself back into commander mode. Their mission wasn't done yet.
They arrived at the meet up point a few minutes later. The Midoriyan royal ship stood high before them. Garrison security surrounded the tarmac.
James glanced at the princess, half expecting to see her eyes wide with fear again. But instead, they were narrow, burning with determination. He grinned. At least he wouldn't have to drag her around again.
Rizavi came to a stop in front of the ship's entrance, and James hopped out, offering the princess a hand. She took it, and once given the go ahead, he began to escort her toward the ship.
They stopped just inside the door. James stood back and gave her a brief nod. "Have a safe journey home, princess," he said. "Do let us know if you and your people need anything while you consider your Coalition standing. We want to make this work, for the better of the universe."
The princess' eyes flickered to the ground. "I will. Regardless of what we choose, I…I would not mind coming to Earth again, should it mean I could see you once more, Officer Griffin."
Oh. James suddenly understood that look Rizavi had given him back in the car.
The princess wrung her hands awkwardly, not quite meeting his eyes as her face flushed bright blue for the second time that night. James racked his mind for what to say. The words "I'm taken" came to his lips, but he paused. Diplomacy. He needed to handle this as delicately and as clearly as possible to avoid misunderstanding.
"I am already promised to someone else," he finally replied. The second the words slipped out, he felt a blush of his own rising. Promised…that word was a little more set in stone than he had intended. Then again, James knew his heart could never belong to another, not after Katie had showed him what love truly meant.
James noted the disappointed look in the princess' eyes before she nodded. "She must be lucky."
He couldn't hold back a bashful laugh, "I think I'm the lucky one, actually."
The Midoriyan princess appraised him for a moment. "No, it's her," she stated decidedly. Then, she took a step back, inclining her head. "Thank you, Officer. I will forever be grateful for your service to me."
James returned the sign of respect. "Stay safe, princess."
And with that, he turned and walked away, just barely holding in a sigh of relief. Well that had been uncomfortable.
The moment he slid into the seat beside her, Rizavi gave him a knowing look. "She came onto you, didn't she?"
James rolled his eyes. "You have a way of making it sound so much worse than it actually was."
Rizavi snickered and punched the car into gear. "She take it okay?"
"I think so," James shrugged. "I hope so. The last thing we need is a universal political crisis because I turned down a princess."
"I can see the headlines now," Rizavi joked. James threw a light punch at her shoulder, but she just smiled even bigger.
James' heart was racing when they finally arrived back at the Garrison. He'd told Katie he'd be late for their video chat, but it was already an hour past when he'd promised. His stomach was twisting into all sorts of knots, anxious to go see her, even though he'd talked with her just twenty four hours ago.
But even though his resolve was crumbling by the minute, James made himself march up to the lineup of commanders with his squadron. He raised his hand in salute.
"The Midoriyan princess is safely aboard her ship, sir," he stated. "They launched ten minutes after we left and are currently passing Jupiter. Her crew says they will continue to provide updates until they land."
Iverson nodded. "Good job, MFE's. Make your way to room two-oh-five for the wrap up. I'll see you in a couple minutes."
Internally, James groaned. This was the worst possible time for them to have a post-mission debrief. Couldn't they do this in the morning?
He pushed aside his mutinous thoughts and gave his team a look. "Let's go."
They nodded and began to head toward the door. As they did, James mentally sent a silent apology to Katie for being so late. He hoped she'd wait up for him.
"Officer Griffin."
James came to a complete stop at the sound of the familiar voice. "Yes, sir?"
Commander Holt was walking toward him, a knowing grin on his face. "You're late," he observed.
James grimaced. "I know, sir."
The commander hummed thoughtfully. "Colleen and I just got off the line with Katie, and she's not going to stay up much longer. Go— I'll give you a rundown of what you missed tomorrow."
James' eyes widened. "T-Thank you, sir!"
"You're welcome, officer," Commander Holt chuckled. "Now get a move on. She needs her rest."
With another hasty thank you, James took off running. As soon as he arrived at his room, James tossed his helmet aside and grabbed the communicator. He plopped down on his bed, set the communicator up on its stand, and pushed the call button.
It only took a few seconds before his girlfriend's beautiful face appeared on the screen.
"Hi," he greeted breathlessly.
"Hi," she giggled, sitting back in her pilot's chair. "Did you run to get here?" James nodded, and she laughed once more. "You poor thing. How was the mission?"
"Fine," he replied vaguely. "I used your upgrade! I'm glad you put it on before you left. It wound up being a literal life saver."
Katie raised a suspicious eyebrow. "…you're not telling me something."
James rolled his eyes at his own stupidity. He should've known better than trying to get past it so quickly. Katie knew him better than anyone. It wasn't even that he was afraid to tell her— she wasn't the jealous type. He just felt so awkward about it.
The MFE commander sighed. "Well, the princess might have kind of…inquired about my relationship status."
"Hm, apparently we're both trouble magnets, then," Katie teased. "What is it with us and royal proposals lately?"
"It wasn't like that, but it was still weird," he admitted.
His girlfriend made a face. "Boo, you got off easy."
James chuckled. "Thankfully. I guess—" he hesitated. He wondered if it was the right time to ask, but he almost couldn't help it. Not after he'd so boldly claimed her tonight.
"I guess you still want to hold off on announcing our relationship?" he asked.
Katie sighed. "Yeah, it's for the best. I talked it over with Shiro and Keith— even Matt stopped by to address it. They don't want the announcement to accidentally mess up any of the politics or cultural norms or stuff like that during the tour."
He nodded understandingly, trying to make sure he didn't look too disappointed. It wasn't that he doubted Katie's love— far from it. He just wanted everyone to know that she was his, and vice versa. The memory of her telling him about the incident with Prince Janlem still made his heart twist. He couldn't deny the jealousy that had flooded him, but he knew it was for nothing. Even if the entire universe didn't know yet, they still belonged to each other, and nothing was going to change that.
Katie was giving him a sympathetic smile, almost as though she'd read all of his thoughts. "Anyways, how was your day?"
"Just mission prep," James shrugged. "Tell me about yours, I'm sure it was much more interesting."
Golden eyes glittered in confirmation. "We stopped at a planet called Ossinan, and the tech there was amazing! They actually gave me and Hunk a tour, which was super awesome! Their labs are huge, and they have this really fascinating thing called tolnir, which connects with their life forces and—"
James sat back and happily listened to his girlfriend chatter on and on and on. She was smiling brightly as she described the intricacies of the tech he would never understand, and seeing her so excited and full of energy made his heart tug a little.
Their video chats every night were honestly the only thing that kept him going these past two weeks. He'd been trudging through each day, constantly longing for the night so he could see her again, hear her voice, watch her eyes sparkle. He missed her so much that it hurt, but talking with her would always soothe the pain just enough to make it through the next day.
His team had noticed his lack of spirits, but they chose to not say anything, deciding instead to keep him as busy as possible, whether it was with training or watching movies at night. And while spending more time with his squadron— his very closest friends— had been fun, his mind always drifted back to Katie, wishing she was there with him, snuggled up into his side.
She was still rambling on, unaware of the ache in James' heart. He'd tried for so long now to not tell her how much he missed her. He didn't want to be a burden or make her worry. But then, his mouth was opening of its own accord.
"—but then it connects with the nodes on their fingers, which was crazy to watch, and—"
"Katie?"
His girlfriend blinked. "Yeah?"
James looked down at his lap shyly. "Sorry, I just…I wanted to say that I really miss you," he whispered. "A lot. And— and I don't know, I just feel this hole in my heart without you here. I don't know how to explain it. I'm sorry for interrupting, but I had to say it."
He dared to look up, and he found honey eyes staring at him sadly. "Oh James—"
There was a bang. "Is Captain Griff Griff there?!"
Immediately, Katie whipped her head around and said, "What are you guys doing here? I told you I was going to be talking with James!"
All of the paladins, plus Captain Shiro, came into view. They filled up the cabin of the Green lion, some looking more suspicious than others.
"We just wanted to say hi!" Hunk claimed far too innocently.
Lance nodded. "Yeah! And make sure Mr. Griffy-boy over there isn't seeing anyone while we're gone," he clarified, narrowing his eyes. "Rizavi just messaged me about what happened with the princess. You sticking true to your promise, fancy hair?"
James resisted the urge to roll his eyes. For some reason, Lance was always the worst of the paladins to deal with when it came to his relationship with Katie. All the others were supportive, if not nosy at times. Lance seemed like he was constantly on alert for something to go wrong.
"Guys!" Katie was groaning. She covered her face with her hands. "Get out!"
The MFE commander chuckled, then finally answered Lance's accusation, "Please, no one could even begin to compare to Katie. She's the only girl for me."
He noticed a red blush beginning to spread over Katie's face, and he made sure to get the focus off her by saying, "Make sure you all take care of her, alright? She has a habit of staying up until three am."
Katie gave him a half-glare through the screen, but her team nodded. "We will," Captain Shiro promised.
Keith shook his head. "Anyways, if nothing really did happen with the princess like Lance was saying—"
"HEY!"
The black paladin gave his right hand man a stern look. "—then we'll be on our way. Don't stay up too late, Pidge, okay? We have a meeting at oh-eight-hundred hours."
She nodded, and to her apparent great relief, her fellow paladins finally filed out of the cabin. The door shut behind them, and she gave him a dry look. "I swear the sole point of their existence is to make my life miserable," she joked.
James chuckled, "Lance does seem to have it out for me at times."
Katie rolled her eyes. "Ignore him, he's being ridiculous like always." There was a beat, and suddenly, her expression turned serious. "Back to what you were saying before, though…I miss you too, you know? I can't get you out of my head. I keep imagining how it would be if you were here with me."
The cold weight that had settled in his chest lifted. She was smiling at him bashfully, and his heart swelled. "I love you, Katie."
His girlfriend's shoulders relaxed, and her eyes softened. "I love you, too, James. We're halfway there. I'll be back before you know it."
"Promise?"
"Promise," she confirmed.
James let out a shaky breath. "Okay."
She watched him for a moment. A little frown settled on her lips, followed by a longing look in her eyes. "I miss you," she whispered again. "I…I miss everything about you."
Something stirred inside him. "I want to kiss you," he admitted, his voice dropping lower than before. "I keep dreaming about it, and it's driving me crazy."
"Me too," Katie sighed.
The couple sat in silence, both of them gazing at each other hopelessly. Guess that's what they got for being so head over heels for each other.
Finally, James tore his eyes away from her to look at the clock. She needed to go to bed if she was going to get enough rest before the meeting tomorrow.
"Go take care of yourself, okay?" he asked. He wished his tone hadn't come across so pleading. "Sleep well, Katie."
She swallowed hard. Were those tears in her eyes, or was it just the lighting?
"You too, James," she replied softly.
After a few more seconds of wistful staring, James forced himself to press the disconnect button. The screen went black, and he sighed.
It didn't take long for him to get ready for bed. By the time he was climbing under the covers, James' eyes were having a hard time staying open.
As he'd grown accustomed to doing the past couple of weeks, James took his pillow in his arms and hugged it tight. It was pathetic, he knew, but he didn't care. He had every right to be as pathetic as he wanted while his Katie was gone.
James inhaled deeply, the faint scent of her perfume meeting his nose and filling his heart with warmth. He'd thought he'd sprayed enough of her perfume before she left, but the scent of vanilla and honeysuckle was already beginning to fade.
His heart ached. He needed her back.
James Griffin closed his eyes, praying that another dream of her would ease the pain.
They shall be reunited soon, don't worry! Please leave a review!
Also, if you happen to like My Hero Academia, I wrote a Bakugo x Ochako two shot the other day. Go check it out!