It was a weekend, all the Smashers get a day off so no one will have to overwork themselves. It was kind of Master Hand. Usually he's so strict and serious. You decided to use this day to paint a picture as a way of relieving your stress. So you got out a canvas, some paint, and went outside to get inspiration. Seeing the beautiful nature gave you a lot of inspiration, in fact, so much that you don't know what to pick for sure.

"Whacha doing?" A voice asked behind you.

"Huh, oh, I'm just trying to get inspiration for my project I'm working on." You said, turning around. Our favorite plumber was standing behind you, looking at you with curiosity and interest.

"What? Oh, you're an artist?" Mario walked closer, he had to be careful not to step on any one of your paints that was scattered all over the dirt floor.

You scratched the back of your head in embarrassment. Not a lot of people know this part of you. You're usually so serious and expressionless on the battlefield that the Smashers even wondered if you ever smiled. That's why Mario was a little surprised to see you out there enjoying your hobby.

"Yeah." You replied. "I started painting for as long as I can remember. I haven't had the time to create anymore art works until now."

"Can I watch you?" He asked. You were a little nervous. What if he judges your art? What if he doesn't like it? You doubted that he would be criticizing you, but you never know.

"If you're nervous because that I'm here, then I'll walk away and check on you later." Mario offered, as if he could read your mind.

"Oh, no. It's okay." You waved your hand in frantic. You didn't want him to leave. Sure you're nervous, but his presence gives you some sort of comfort. Maybe because I have a crush on him. You thought. You remembered the first day you arrived the Smash mansion, no one else was willing to be friendly to you except the Mario bros. Well, Mario to be exact. He offered to show you around, got you settled down and even offered to train you. It all seemed like an act of kindness from him, but it showed you otherwise. You find yourself enjoying spending time with him more, and before you knew it, you had developed feelings for him. Sure, he isn't as good looking as Marth or Link. But he had the heart of gold. You noticed little things he do that shows how much he cares, and that's what touched you the most. You always wanted to tell him how you felt about him, but was never brave enough to.

"Are you sure?" Mario asked you with a questioning look. You nodded.

"Okie dokie then!" He walked back.

"Um, one thing." You began. "I have no idea of what to paint. I've got too many inspiration going on in my head."

"Oh?" Mario raised an eyebrow. "I thought you're an artist."

"Well, I'm not professional okay?" You said defensively.

"Just teasing you, don't take it seriously." He winked at you. You somehow managed to remain standing without falling over.

Suddenly, an idea came to you. You hesitated for a minute, but if you don't do it now, you will regret later, so you asked.

"Mario, is...is it okay if I...you know, paint a picture of you?" You stuttered like a fool, face red as a tomato.

"Sure." To your surprise, he agreed.

"Do you want to to pose or something? How does it work?" He looked a little embarrassed as well, he didn't know what to do. You had to giggle at his helplessness.

"Make yourself comfortable. I just need a rendering of you." You instructed him. Mario sat down on the grass, legs criss- crossed as he stared at you with his icy blue eyes.

You soon got to work. With an experienced flourish, you began painting the top of his head. You wanted to make him look heroic, so you worked away, forgetting the world and everything around you.

"Um, can I look at least?" He asked you, interrupting you.

"No, it's going to be a surprise in the end as a reward for willing to sit and being a rendering model for me." You replied as you were lost in your world of painting once more.

At last, the painting was finished. Mario looked very grand in your painting. You took a deep breath. You hoped he would like what he sees. You called him over, and he had a look of sheer joy on him that it made you beam. You love how expressive he is when he's not on the battlefield. However, you were biting your nail in anticipation as Mario examined your art of him. He smiled, and you breathed a sigh of relieve. It's supposed to be a good sign, right?

"So, do you like it?" You asked, waiting for an answer.

"No I don't like it." Mario replied.

Your heart sank. You knew it was a waste of time. But Mario didn't keep you disappointed for long.

"I love it." He said in a very soft voice. You looked up, suddenly, he was inches away from your face. You blushed and averted his piercing gaze. He lifted your chin up as he asked.

"You don't have any idea of how much I like you."

You froze. Is he trying to confess his feelings to you?

"Maybe the other Smashers were wrong." He continued. "They think you're just a cold ice burg, but I think you need someone in your life that would love and care for you for forever. Is it alright if I come in your life and be that person you needed?"

At this point, you were shocked beyond speechless. He care for you? He loves you? This must be a dream, right?

When his face came closer, you realized this isn't a dream. His hot breath brushed against your face, you knew you can't feel it if you really are in a dream. At last, your lips touch.

You melted in his arms, he held you as if you're the most delicate china doll. You pulled away and rest your head in his chest.

"You know, I've had feelings for you ever since I fist came in the mansion." You told him.

"I know." He said.

"Then why didn't you tell me until now?" You looked up.

"Because I wasn't ready yet, you silly." He taped your nose with his gloved hand. You laughed, you love how Mario gives you names. He does that even at battlefield when it was only the two of you training. It always bring a smile on your face to hear your 'nicknames' comes out of his mouth. You felt like he had the right to call you that, and him only.

His arms around you wrapped you tighter, you sighed as you looked at the painting of Mario, which gave a soft glow as the two of you stood together.