Berwald hates me.

Why else would he glower at me peevishly every time we make eye contact?

Why else would he only reply in grunts and unintelligible mumbles whenever I talk to him?

But sometimes, Berwald will show sporadic acts of kindness, and those capricious deeds will have me wishing with every fiber of my being that I could tell him, right then and there, that… I love him.

I recall the night we ran away from Matthias together, and how he had covered me with his blanket until he was sure that I was warm.

I flashback to the day where he had arbitrarily called me his 'wife,' even though I'm sure that he had only been joking. I had blushed SOOOO badly…

…Then I remember looking up into his face after all of those special moments, and how he would always be cantankerously scowling down at my figure, which is tiny, compared to his towering height.

Yep, he hates me, doesn't he?

I sigh morosely. Berwald, if only you knew…

Tino hates me.

He avoids making eye contact as much as possible. When I attempt to make a comment to something he says, or even just talk to him, he'll turn his head away, sweat ostensibly breaking out on his sweet little face.

Despite the fact that he blatantly hates me, I still love him.

I arduously think of ways to tell him. My eyebrows furrow in frustration. Now's the chance—I look straight at him, and open my mouth to confess…

Tino's eyes widen in fear as I utter the first syllable. He turns away quickly, fear reflected in his coffee-colored eyes.

My heart sinks down into the ground.

It's like this every single time.

Then, that one day, I actually managed to say something—I called Tino my 'wife.'

That was a horrible mistake. His face had turned a bright red. Never have I seen him so embarrassed and flustered.

He hates me.

I sigh dejectedly. Tino, if only you knew…