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"...a lemon published on my birthday.

I love you."

This is pretty late but happy birthday! :D

Ezreal gently flutters his eyes open and yawns. He tries to get up but his arm is pinned down by Sona's sleeping body, her face in a cute sleeping expression. Ezreal carefully tries to slide his arm out from under her shoulders, but it doesn't budge. Ezreal sighs and smiles.

"Sona," Ezreal whispers as he gently rubs her shoulder. "Wake up Sona."

However Sona continues to stay in her slumber, he shakes her shoulder slightly before trying to pull his arm free again, it still doesn't move.

Ezreal, losing patience tries to roll her over. Sona moans and yawns, she then rolls back even closer to Ezreal, her arms wrapping around his shoulder and neck, she nestles her head against Ezreal's collar bone.

"Come on Sona, I need to do stuff today." Ezreal says with a slight chuckle

Sona tightens her hold on Ezreal, pressing her chest against him. She looks at him with pitiful eyes, begging him to stay with her.

Ezreal looks away, trying not to cave in. Sona then changes her approach; she lets her sly hand travel down to Ezreal's pants, rubbing her hand over his morning wood. Ezreal makes a muffled moan.

"J…just this once"

Ezreal walks into the dojo once more, in the centre of the mat is Master Yi, meditating. He sits down opposite him, taking off his gauntlet and boots. Ezreal waits for him to finish.

"Ezreal… for today shall teach you how to counter and attack."

Ezreal nods silently.

"Before we start, I have been asked to tell you that summoner Otis has disappeared from the Institute." Master Yi says in a husky voice.

He then pulls out a note stating just that.

"Really? Ezreal says in a curious tone. "That's terrible; hopefully someone will find him soon."

Ezreal holds his ground against Master Yi's punches, trying not to give him an opening, seeing him about to give a high punch Ezreal ducks, his fist sailing through air. Ezreal swings his right fist upward, but Master Yi pivots his body to the right. He then grabs Ezreal's arm in one hand while slamming his back into the mat with the other. Ezreal immediately gets up again. By now he has remembered Master Yi's punching style and rhythm. He lifts his hands ready for another round, ignoring the numbing pain in his chest and arms.

Ezreal gently breathes out, determined to win, Master Yi moves forward ready to fight. Ezreal bluffs a punch, causing Master Yi to duck down. Ezreal pulls his right fist back and punches it straight toward Master Yi, however he grabs his wrist with his lightning fast reflexes.

Ezreal tries to pull himself free but Master Yi keeps a firm grip on his wrist, slowly standing up. Still holding onto his wrist, Master Yi swings his other fist at Ezreal, He promptly blocks it with his free arm.

An idea suddenly sparks in Ezreal's mind.

"Well, there is nothing to lose."

When Master Yi pulls his arm back again for another punch, Ezreal suddenly pivots his body around, grabbing Master Yi by his tunic and swinging him over his shoulders. Master Yi's back smashes into the mat with a solid thud. Master Yi lets go of Ezreal in the process.

"Congratulations." He praises as Ezreal helps him up.

"Thank you." He says as they raise their fists again."

Ezreal wipes off his sweat with a towel, cooling down after Master Yi's rigorous training.

"You have done well, I have taught you enough for you to continue without fear." Master Yi says as he gets up.

He walks over to a cabinet, displaying a wide range of knives and small blades. Master Yi takes out a shiny silver blade about the size of a machete; the handle a matte green bandaged in black fabric, the blade itself is slightly curved with little dips along the blunt side of the knife. He then puts it in a leather sheath and holds it out to Ezreal.

"You will need this to get through the jungle." He says in a slight smile.

Ezreal politely takes it and attaches it to his belt.

"Thank you for everything." Ezreal says with gratitude, bowing.

"The pleasure is all mine, however for tonight, please try and be quieter when consummating."

Ezreal's face burns red with embarrassment, speechless.

"Anyway, I will see you two off tomorrow" Master Yi says, breaking the ice.

The wooden floor boards' creak as Ezreal walks down the hall. Reaching the door to his and Sona's room, he gently slides open the paper door, trying to keep the sliding sound as quiet as possible.

Inside he finds Sona, peacefully sleeping. Ezreal gently takes off his outer wear and tries to sneak into the futon without waking her up, her chest gently rising up and down.

Although he makes a few sounds and slightly nudges Sona accidentally, Ezreal gets into the futon without waking her up.

After a few short moments of staring at the wooden ceiling beams of their room, Ezreal shifts his view over to Sona. Thoughts about why he is really here flow into his head, after all of the past events he had forgotten what their true objective is.

Ezreal would love to give Sona a voice, to show the rest of the world what she sounds like. Seeing a smile on her face is enough for him, he doesn't care what the cost is as long as Sona is happy.

Lifting up a hand, he gently brushes her silky cyan hair away from her pale face and neck, gently giving a kiss at her neck and on her cheek.

"I will give you back your voice no matter what." Ezreal whispers with determination.

Ezreal reaches over and gives her a final good night kiss on her cheek, lingering there for a few moments before slowly closing his eyes.

Unknown to Ezreal, a loving smile of gratitude forms in Sona's mouth, instead of embracing him however, she stays quiet, allowing the young explorer to rest.