Love and Gales of song, please guide me through the storm [Hold]

Emotions/What is love?

Next day (Saturday)
Striker woke up with a groan, sit up slowly, and look around with confusion. "Oh, you're awake." Turning his head to his left, he sees Y/n walking toward him with a basket of food and fruits. She set it down and replace the rag for his head. "I should replace the bandages too. I woke up extra early to keep you from dying." She starts removing the bandage and put new ones. "I'll be back. Sebastián just drop off water bottles for us." Y/n went to water bottles. Striker looks at his arms, and chest, and felt his head. Y/n put the water bottles nearby and go sit next to Striker. "We'll have to wait here for today, in the evening, or at night, depending on how our situation is, and for Sebastián signal."

Striker said nothing, just staring at her with... amazement? administration? He doesn't know, but he sure knows to never mess with her ever again. Y/n finally noticed and glance away shyly. "Why are you staring?" She twirls a piece of her hair nervously. "You would've been free by now...so, why? Why did you save me? and why help me? You could've been with your Ma and Pa." Striker is very confused. He couldn't understand why she would be here with him when she could've been free. "I wanted to thank you for saving me, it was even a fair fight, I couldn't just stand there and do nothing when you rescued and protected me from the imps. During our journey, you kept me safe. I truly appreciate it even if we do argue. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you."

Striker looks away with a slight blush on his cheek. "It doesn't matter whether you die or live." "Yeah....well.....I meant it...I wanted to thank you and what I said about owing you was a lie." Striker looks back at her and rubs the back of his neck nervously. "I guess...I should thank you...for saving me." "Nah, it's fine." It got quiet and no one move a muscle, only staring at each other eyes. Just like Blitz, Y/n was hypnosis by those eyes, both of them slowly leaning in without noticing and it seem they were about to kiss. Striker slowly raised a hand and was about to cup Y/n's cheek, but he stopped when he glanced at his hand. Y/n saw his hand and saw how close they were, both look confused until they realize what they were doing and immediately backed" away from each other and look away with their faces all red.

Striker started to sweat. 'What the FUCK?!' 'NO Fucking WAY?!' Y/n covers her face with her hands. "Como estas?!" "ARE YOU TRYING TO GIVE US A HEART ATTACK!?" Striker and Y/n jolt then yelled at Sebastián. He looks at them with a raised eyebrow in confusion. "Algo paso aqui?" Y/n sighed and shook her head while Striker sigh in annoyance and rolls his eyes. "What?" "I'm going to put the supplies you bought in our bags." Y/n got up and as soon she walk out of the door Sebastián immediately shook Striker. "point Que paso?" "Let go of me!" Striker slaps his arms off. "Nothing happened." "Oh Ya? This is the first time you two yelled in sync."

" So?" "Amigo! You never danced like that with anyone and you would've let them die, but you didn't-" "That doesn't mean anything." "You suck at love." "That's offensive." "I'm trying to say you're skilled in romance, but you suck at love." "Aren't they the same thing?" "What the fuck is wrong with you? [facepalm] They can be, but love feels deep affection for someone with passion while romance is a feeling of excitement and mystery associated with love and just words. I love my girlfriend and do romantic dates to show her my love, but in a way it's different." "Fuck off [roll his eye] I slept with-" "I know. When I have sex with my girl it's with love, but when you have sex it's pointless. Just like love, if you don't love someone then why say it." "Sebastián please just end this and get to the point." "You're in love and you're so fucking stupid to even realize it."

Striker's eyes pop out. "W-wh-what?....no....I'm not and never will be." "Striker...I saw how you two reacted and the blush." "It meant nothing." "Sure~" "Don't give me that look. [sigh] I can't and will never fall in love, you know that. Even if I did...I don't know how to love or give love and she's a teenager. It'll never work." "Striker, mi amigo, you never talked about your feeling and are always on the go. I gotta admit I like this version of you." Striker raise an eyebrow and was about to say something, but Y/n walk-in with a few bags. "You couldn't put them near the door? I had to go downstairs and carry these heavy bags."