"You're weak; you'll never make it. You'll just get in the way!" I push past him, aggravated by his incessant harassment.
"Oh, come on, Lal – be a pal!" Colonnello chortles, as if I've never heard that one before. I quickly turn on my heel and shove two fingers sharply into his armpit. He splutters and laughs, surprised, clutching his limp arm. "What was that for, hey!" I sneer at him.
"I'd like to think we dislike each other enough to use honorifics," I mumble, crossing my arms, looking to the sky. The moon is rather bright tonight, I notice. I trudge past him, with the intention of heading to my room; a barren, blank room on the west side of the COMSUBIN training building.
"Who said anything about disliking each other?" He jogs up to me, matching my steps. "I wouldn't ask for your help if I didn't respect you, hey." He nudges his arm against mine. My initial reaction is to rip out his jugular, and I turn to do so, but –
He stares at me, his bottom lip jutting out and eyes shining, cheeks a patchy, rosy color. Is he… blushing? He couldn't possibly… but he is! I stop, mesmerized. Suddenly, my resolve melts away. I am actually determined to train him to his full potential. I've been beaten… by a damn puppy dog pout.
"Fine. Shit," I mutter, trying again a moment later. "I'll help you. But –" I whip my hand up when he tries to speak, eyes alight. He seals his lips together, practically hopping. I roll my eyes. "I will not hesitate to leave you if you cannot keep up. The moment that I feel as though you're not putting in 200% effort, I will drop you." He should have been shaking in his boots. I had put on my best death glare and everything, keeping my hand in front of his face. Instead of running away screaming, he breathes a sigh of relief and smiles softly.
"Thank you, Lal-sama*," he says, fidgeting. Heat moves to my face, spreading to the tips of my ears.
"D-don't call me that, idiot! Just 'sensei' is acceptable!" I exclaim, turning away. What is this queer feeling in my stomach? I don't understand… I unconsciously grasp my belly. Did I eat bad food? It's a fact that the cafeteria food isn't well known for being particularly exquisite. Could I be ill? My face is warm; perhaps I've suddenly come down with the flu… A hand on my arm jerks me from my ponderings; I immediately slap it away.
"Sorry, Lal-chan~! You were zoning out, hey!" Another ridiculous grin. Directed at me. Of all people… My eye twitches at the name. At least he isn't calling me 'Master', though. Little brat.
"Colonnello-kun, kindly refrain from touching me with your filthy hands." I muster up as much malice as possible, but the effect is lost, as he just keeps on fucking smiling, and my stomach is going absolutely ballistic.
"Sure thing, hey!" He bounces away, off to shoot blindly at the shooting range before bed. I watch him go, my temperature slowly returning to normal. My stomach is still in shambles. The moonlight glints off of the idiot's blonde hair, turning it almost white; everything about him is shining, even at a distance.
He should try a different method of camouflage. I could find him anywhere.
A/N: * I know that –sama doesn't literally mean master, but rather, a person that you highly respect; I can just imagine Lal being flustered by it.
I quickly wrote this while in math class one day. I don't generally write fanfiction anymore, but I love these two! And I really wanted to write this scene out, as I can imagine Colonnello going to Lal for extra training, and her trying to turn him down. But she cannot resist. I can also imagine him slapping on random honorifics to the end of her name just to piss her off. Okay, enough rambling~ thanks for reading!