(Name) was walking down the halls looking for a certain blue-haired boy. The boy at the time is 10 years old, his name was Aladdin. The grownup and the child were playing a game of 'hide and seek'. Y/n looked everywhere in the boundaries of the game, yet she couldn't find him. Soon enough, she got tired and took a break near a window. She looked at the beautiful sunlight shining above Alma Torran. She looked down and saw the grass being blown by the wind.
She couldn't help but smile at the beauty that surrounded her. Looking around, she saw a blue-haired boy with another like him. She couldn't help but chuckle. She used her flight magic and jumped out the window. Slowly flying down and making contact with the ground, successfully landing.
"Aladdin," she called. The boy slowly turned around as sweat appeared on his face.
"Hello, miss (name)," he answered.
"What happened to the boundaries that we set?" she asked him.
"Well you see, my father asked me out here and–."
"I'm sorry to interrupt your game, (name)." the other blue-haired person said. He stood up, "I really wanted to speak with Aladdin."
"No need to apologize, Solomon. He's your son after all." (Name) replied. "But anyway, I found you Aladdin, you owe me a watermelon."
"Aw~," he complained.
"What would Aladdin have gotten if he won?"
"I get to cop a feel," he said, making the motion gestures. (Name) giggled, knowing that she wouldn't let him do such a thing even if he won. Solomon made a fist and slammed it on Aladdin's head, crossing his arms after and shaking his head. Aladdin bounced around, weeping in pain as (name) stopped giggling.
"You shouldn't do that to women, Aladdin."
"But miss (name) was fine with it," he mumbled.
"Go find mommy, Aladdin," Solomon said shooing him away. Aladdin left, saying his goodbyes to his father and (name).
"He's an amazing kid, isn't he, Solomon?" (name) complimented. She never knew this before Aladdin was born, but figured out that she really liked kids.
"Are you ever planning on having some?" Solomon asked her.
"I never thought about having any... well, I did before," (name) answered him.
"Before?"
"You don't need to dwell on it. I'm just not cut out for it," she said.
Solomon couldn't help but chuckle at her response. Not cut out for it? She's the best option for it. Solomon walked up to her and gently placed her hand in his, covering it with his other one. "I bet you'll be an amazing one."
"Are you trying to persuade me into having some?"
"Did it sound like that? I'm just saying, you may realize that you want some–but it'll be too late." Solomon said scratching the back of his head as he avoided eye contact with (name).
"It's alright." (name) answered him, "I already lost the chance years ago," she said, confusing Solomon as she left.
He stared at her as she walked away, wondering what she could have possibly meant by what she had said. What could she mean by she lost the chance years ago? How many years ago? Solomon slowly started to follow her, little by little he was increasing his pace. Before he knew it, he grabbed onto her wrist. (Name) threw her head back in shock, wondering what could have grabbed her. She was suprised to see it was Solomon.
"How many years ago?" he asked her, gripping onto her wrist, but no enough to hurt her.
"Why does it matter?" (name) asked him. She slipped Solomon hand from her wrist and took a few steps back.
"Please answer..."
"..." she kept silent.
"(Name)..."
"I wonder... I wonder if I just been true to myself... that I..."
"What do you mean?" Solomon held (name) right hand, using his left to make her face him before taking her other hand. (Name) had a look of guilt on her face causing her not to look at him directly.
"Solomon... I–."
"Solomon~!" there line of sight shot to the right as they saw Sheba walking towards them, "Hey, hey..." she noticed that the two of them were holding hands. (Name) noticed this and immediately released herself from his grasp. She excused herself and quickly ran inside the base.
"What was that all about?" Sheba wondered.
Solomon kept the girl in the dark as he watched (Name) run off. "I didn't get an answer..." he looked at the palm of his hand and closed it, clutching his fist.
