"Professor Mustang." He looks up. Like clockwork. "Miss Hawkeye." Amused, he fiddles with the keys to his office door and says, "I'm starting to think you're doing this on purpose now." [Co-written with bergamots]

Soleil wanted Eponine to learn the wonders of girls love, but she never thought it would be like this. One night, the mercenary realizes that when the foundation of your friendship revolves around reading smut to each other, the relationship doesn't stay platonic for very long.