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“Oh Mira-San, Juvia was wondering if you could teach her the reciepe for Cinnamon Rolls she wants to try making them.”

Silly. Was it silly? Even though his current state of mind attempted to convince him that it was not Freed knew that she was probably right. He was dwelling on the past, captured by insecurities that he managed to hold buried for the majority of the time these days, and he was well aware that this was something he must not allow to transpire. The past was the past and there was no point in letting it intervene in the p r e s e n t, not when he knew that his guild mates had forgiven him. That s h e had forgiven him, and that was certainly more than he had ever expected.

Shaking his head briefly as the rune mage registered that he'd honestly permitted this attacking insecurity to take the upper hand for a moment he sighed, lowering his gaze. Mira had shown forrgiveness, trust, friendship... more than that. Affection. And yet what had been bothering him was the thought of him asking too much, for her to be with a man that had tortured her friends, tortured her brother and almost killed said and only sibling she had left back then.

But before Freed got the chance to fall back into this circle of negative thoughts he noticed the barmaid stepping closer, her voice less frustrated than before and he looked back up. His gaze met hers and suddenly a new feeling was thrown into the mix. Was she... was she asking him what he thought she was asking?

He recalled the touch of their linked hands, the hours they spent together, her smile and giggle when it was caused by him, their almost kiss... Which he had failed to turn into a real one at a better moment, because he had wanted to, and now...

"Mira..." Voice low he had to avert his eyes shortly. Openly dealing with his feelings had never been something he excelled at. He was great at suppressing them if he wished to... at least most of the time. Because this, this had thrown him off the track more than once and it had been obvious. Had it been obvious to her to? "The truth is... that there is... something I have been desiring to do for a while... and if you would allow me to...," Freed trailed off though glanced at her again, heart beating against his rib cage heavily. He felt ashamed. He should apologize for his silliness, for this foolish moment of insecurity but as she asked him he couldn't think of a better response than what was on his mind even though the nervouness that was now plaguing was not one of his favorites either.

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She was tired- not from lack of sleep or even sick, just tired. Of having absolutely nothing to do. No job the past few days- no crazy fire head breaking into her house-

- it was.. a little too quiet for her taste.

“.... as much as I hate him breaking into my apartment all the time- this place is just quiet when he’s off on a solo job. MIrajane- is there.. something I could do? Like- any small jobs in town-? I haven’t seen any-”

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