Azur Lane: Return of Davis

Chapter 19: Unrequited Love

February 23, 1942

Belfast has been even more clingy than ever (which I thought was impossible, as she's almost always by my side).

Why am I complaining? Well...

"Belfast, for the last fucking time, don't come in here, or I swear on Jah, I will send your massive, curvy, soft ass into space."

Bel: "Oh? And how do you know how my butt feels?"

"BECAUSE YOU TRY TO SIT ON MY LAP NEAR DAILY, DICKHEAD! NOW, IF YOU EVEN THINK OF COMING IN HERE, BE PREPARED TO DIE!"

I'm trying (<-- keyword) to take a shower, should you need context.

Bel: "Fine, if that's what you'd like, Master." I shudder.

'God, it's like Bel is a different person these days...'

...

'I should talk to Hirata. She'll know what to do... I hope.'

Cleaning myself off, I slowly sing to myself to ease the pains of the day (and Bel's consistent intrusions into my life).

Drying myself off, I stretch my neck about, trying to soothe the pain in the neck I have.

"Damn. Ray really knows how to push a guy. If he wasn't fired because of... yeah, he'd probably be fired for the shit he pulls at work."

One last stretch, and I dress myself before leaving the bathroom.

I yawn.

"Damn, what time is it?"

Bel: "It's 9:42."

"Wow. I need to train up on my endurance... Wait, Bel?"

Bel: "Just as you asked, I didn't go inside. But you never said I needed to leave~!"

"..." I sigh. "I've been outplayed." I shake my head and start heading back to the office. I still have things to do.

Bel, following me: "That, you have."

"...Belfast?"

Bel: "Yes?"

"...Why are you always so close to me daily? And don't bring up how you're my secretary. That's not a good excuse."

Belfast remains silent.

"Hmm... Could it be... Are you worried about me due to my workload?" She shifts a bit, but that's not good enough for a confirmation. "Or... is it you're concerned that I might be kidnapped by a Siren again?" Again, no confirmation. Please, don't let it be...

"Or... might it be... that you're... in love with me?" I can feel Bel take a step back. "Looks like I hit the nail on the head, eh? Not like it wasn't obvious." Bel reacts, but I'm not looking. I'm peering off to the moon from the window in the hallway, gripping the door to my office. "Since the start of the month, you've been really clingy. Saying nothing of that provocative dress you wore that one time. Ever since I reminisced about the past last month, you haven't exactly been subtle with your seduction attempts."

Belfast, hugging me from behind: "I've waited these past 13 years for you, Jason. Since you left, I... things have felt wrong for me. With you back in my life, I feel as though I am complete." I look to her, and she's... topless. She looks me dead in the eyes. "Even if I can't be the one for you, at least let me help you blow off some steam until your day comes."

Her breasts press against my back, her warmth piercing the clothing I have on my back, as if I was topless. Most any man would kill for this situation...