A/n- Hey guys! Though this isn't technically "like usual" since this chapter will be published late, this is still another chapter that I hope you all enjoy; Now this chapter has been published later than the usual time I update every week because my internet has been really messed up lately, and while I typed this chapter out on Friday I didn't have WiFi. So apologies for the technical difficulties with my internet, but still I wanted to at least write out this chapter for you guys to read when my internet comes back (obviously you'll know I got back online when this gets posted lol); So then with all the explanations out of the way, LETS GO!! :)
(Y/N)'s P.O.V
Though I had no idea how long I had been laying in my bed just looking up at the ceiling, I knew at the very least it had to have been a while; But, I didn't really care. By thinking about how much fun I'd had yesterday with Winry and Ed, and how Alphonse had enjoyed my game I'd created...I'd been content all this time. I knew also that my cheeks had to be blushing red right now, just thinking about how Alphonse had "protected" my character in the game; Even if it might sound childish or dumb...it was sweet. It was just in a role-playing game, I game that I made up. But for some reason, just the thought of him being willing to possibly protect me like that in real life...made my heart race.
Alright, if my entire face wasn't blood red before, it definitely was now.
"Aaah what is wrong with me?!", I asked to myself as I raised up in my bed, placing my hands on either side of my red face.
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"It was just in a made-up game! Not even in real life!"
I kept questioning my awkward self while I rolled around on my bed back and forth.
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After a few minutes of me making strange embarrassment noises and rolling around questioning myself, I stopped and looked up at my ceiling again;
I placed one hand across my forehead as I closed my eyes, cheeks undoubtably still burning red as I laid my other hand on my stomach.
