Myron Malcohm Beckles was just an ordinary teenager living a typical 21st-century life-until one fateful day when a car accident changed everything. Instead of darkness, he found himself waking up in a strange world: the Taisho era in Japan, a perio...
After a successful joint operation between Company 8 and Company 5, Myron found himself standing on the rooftop of the Company 8 headquarters, enjoying the cool evening breeze. The city below was quiet, a rare moment of peace after the intense battle they had just faced.
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As he gazed at the stars, the door to the rooftop opened, and Hibana stepped out, her usual regal presence slightly softened by the calm of the night. Myron turned to her and offered a friendly smile.
"Princess Hibana, taking a break from all the paperwork?" Myron teased lightly, his tone playful yet warm.
Hibana crossed her arms, a small smirk on her lips as she approached him. "Even a princess needs some fresh air once in a while. And what about you, Myron? Shouldn't you be celebrating with your comrades?"
Myron shrugged, leaning against the railing. "Sometimes, it's nice to just take a moment to reflect. Besides, the view from up here is incredible."
Hibana stood beside him, her eyes scanning the cityscape. For a moment, they were both silent, simply enjoying the peacefulness of the night. Then, Hibana spoke, her voice softer and more vulnerable than usual.
"You were incredible today, Myron. The way you handled that Infernal... it was something else."
Myron smiled, his eyes reflecting the sincerity in her words. "Thanks, Hibana. But it wasn't just me. We made a great team out there."
Hibana glanced at him, her expression softening. "You're always so humble, Myron. It's one of the things I've come to admire about you."
Myron chuckled, turning to face her more fully. "I guess I've always believed that strength comes from those around us. It's not just about what I can do; it's about what we can achieve together."
Hibana felt her heart flutter at Myron's words. His sincerity and warmth were disarming, and she found herself blushing slightly, something that rarely happened to her. She turned away for a moment, trying to regain her composure as she admired the city lights.
"You know," she began, her voice a touch more tender, "I've always prided myself on being strong and independent. But there's something about you, Myron... You make me feel like it's okay to let my guard down, to rely on someone else."
Myron raised an eyebrow, noticing the slight blush on her cheeks. He smiled gently, realizing that this powerful and confident woman was revealing a side of herself that few had ever seen.
"It's not a weakness to rely on others, Hibana," Myron said softly, his tone full of understanding. "It takes strength to trust, to let someone in."
Hibana turned to face him again, her blush deepening as she met his gaze. "You're different, Myron. Most people see me as someone untouchable, someone to be feared or admired from a distance. But you... you see me as just me."
