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[EN] - Ouro Kronii

Hi,

I want to give a sincere apology for the lack of updates.

Let's start fresh this time, introducing Kronii from Gen 2.

Enjoy.

[⏳] - Taking Care of Time

Rolling over to your side towards the interior of your bed, you expected to hear the soft breathing of the Warden. Except when you opened your eyes, Kronii was absent from her spot, her impressions remnant. Feeling the pillow, it was still warm, so you assumed that she woke up just a while ago to get started with the day. You got up and tidied the bed and began your search.

"Kronii? Where'd you go...?" You paused in the carpeted hallway to see Kronii laying against the wall, her breaths deep and exasperated. You quickly rushed over to her side, lifting up her chin to get a better look at her face. She was pale and looked weary.

"Kronii!  You have a fever... look I'll fix you up something. Come on, I'll help you to bed in the meantime." You moved your hand off her scalding forehead and tugged her arm. She didn't budge.

"I'm fine... Just tired that's all." She tried getting up on her own, but you had to embrace her when she faltered, her head now resting on your chest. You took her arm and put it over your shoulder, she groaned in disapproval.

"You're not. Kronii, listen to me," She groaned again and pushed away from you, she slid against the wall down to the floor. "- don't be stubborn."

There you were, back at square one. You knew Kronii could be a pain sometimes, but when she's sick it's like all of her sides come out at once. Her narcissistic nature, tsundere-like actions, and pushy attitude become a bigger battle to fight.

"Y/N... I love you..." She muttered.

And the "gap moe" that her viewers asked for.

"That's it. We're going for a little trip."

"...Trip?"

You took her in your arms again in a princess carry. She began pounding your chest, though so weakly you couldn't feel it.

"Let me go~..." She whined.

You grinned subtly. Her dark blue eyes stared into yours as she fell asleep in your arms. Waltzing into the bedroom, you took one last look at her face as you placed her gently down onto the bed before tucking her in.

You sat down next to her, ruffling your hand through the intricate meshes of her hair. Though, it seemed to have an outlasting effect on her as her dreaded face lightened up, but when you slowed down, it returned. You received a pang of guilt. How could you leave her like this, you thought, but how else would she get better? You sighed, standing up, moving your hand to her cheek, her soft skin a beautiful sensation against yours.

"Don't go..." She strained, taking your hand in yours from out of the covers.

"I'm just looking for something that would help you. I'm just a call away, don't worry." You tried to move your hand away, but her grip on your hand only got stronger, you rubber-banded back.

"Please..." She seemed pained at your words of departure. The pang of the guilt came again.

With just about a year with your girlfriend, Ouro Kronii, it never came a time where you had to take care of her. She was, and still is, self-sufficient and quite independent. Even though in your relationship, where you would help her out sometimes, she would take her own time to redo what you've done to her standard.