Ravio's POV
I smiled at Hilda. "I promise, I'm going to get a house, a job and all that good stuff!" I said. She smiled back at me, taking a sip of tea. "And you're still in college?" She asked. I chuckled quietly. "Well," I paused and looked at Hilda's reaction. She pulled away from her tea, an eyebrow raised and her arms crossed. "What?" She spoke in a firm voice. I laughed. "I'm rethinking what I want to be." I said. She scoffed. "Oh my goodness, Ravio." She said. I grabbed my satchel. "I have to go." I said. Hilda got up, she looked at me with a wonderful smile. "Just....be careful." She said, kissing my cheek. "Dont worry, Hilda." I said, leaving her home. I sighed and began walking. I don't know where I was going but I found....that house. The house looked small, but one light was on. I saw a shadow displayed on the window. Someone was inside. Curiousitu got the best of me, I went over to the house. I peeked through the window and saw......h-him. My face heated up, burning bright red. He was blonde, with sapphire eyes that sparkled. His body scarred, probably from fights. I ducked down and breathed heavily. I touched my reddened cheeks. I wasn't gay, but....I'm not straight either. I'm kinda questioning it at this point. But I do know one thing, that boy....was hot!
Link's POV
Today was a rough day, I had to go to the castle and save Princess Zelda from a group of chuchus. To be honest, she's been calling me there for tiny reason. Yesterday it was because a bee was in her courtyard! I'm beginning to think this "Hero" stuff is stupid. I undressed and went to shower.
Ravio's POV
Those green clothes.....I remember reading about the Hero. The Hero of Hyrule, yes! Back in the kingdom of Lorule, we read about this hero. The barer of the Triforce of Courage. A blessing from the Goddess Hylia. I examined the window, looking for a lock. Surprisingly enough, the window was open! I pressed against the window, slowly lifting upwards. The window opened and I crawled inside. My scarf was caught on the window handle. No! I tried unwrapping it, without tearing it. The fabric ripped, I gasped. My beautiful, purple and blue scarf was ruined! I heard the shower water stop. He was coming. I quietly shut the window and his under the bed. The room light turned off. I heard the boy sigh. "Hopefully, tomorrow's better." He said, getting on the bed. The boy had a hard life too I suppose. Maybe he could use a friend. We'll see in the morning I guess....
