Commanders Course [Girls' Frontline Fanfiction]

Chapter 3: Smartwatch

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     "P-Please be gentle..." Quillana begged, trembling, voice barely audible. Aiden heard her clear as day, but he didn't care. His breath tickled her neck, forcing her to let out a small, involuntary moan.

     He grabbed onto the shirt, which she had tried so hard to hide behind her back, and gave it a quick tug, freeing it from her clasp.

     Finally, he backed away. "I'm sorry about the odour." He lifted his black shirt to show. "I'll put away my clothes properly from now on." He went to the bathroom and changed into it. She dropped to her knees, dazed, confused, and slightly frustrated.

     He left the bathroom and hung his uniform away, hoping the odour won't bother her. Quillana watched him zip about the room in his black shirt, dark blue jeans, and black leisfit boots. He was in a hurry, picking his personal belongings in a natural flow.

     "W-Where are you going?" She asked, heart still racing, cheeks flushed, knees weak. Attempting to stand took some effort. Using the bed as support, she got to her feet.

     "I'm heading to the workshop. They need some help with something." He walked over to her and sat her down on the bed. She was lost in her thought, never realizing it. "Are you going to be okay? You look a little red." He asked, brows furrowed with worry.

     "Eh?" She felt his cold hand press against her forehead. It made her ears burned with embarrassment. She did her best to look away but his muddy coloured eyes seemed to pull her. "I-I'm fine."

     "Don't push yourself if you're unwell." He carefully lay her on the bed and pulled the sheet over.

     "I'm telling you I'm fine!" She tried to sit up but he gently pushed her back.

     "Get some rest." He straightened up and don on a black leather jacket. It was the final piece of apparel he put on before leaving the dorm.

     "You idiot... I'm not sick..." She curled underneath the blanket and shut her eyes. A wave of relief washed over her. If Aiden knew what she did with his shirt, he would call her a weirdo.

     Would he?

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     The sun had already set. Lamps in the garden lit the pathway that leads to the workshop. Aiden made his way toward the half-closed shutters and crouched his way through.

     "Aiden, welcome back!" 6P62, leaning over a workbench, gestured for him to come closer. Next to her was another T-Doll. "This is M500."

     "Heya!" Her tail wagged excitedly at his presence. "Looks like I owe you a can of green beans."

     "I told you he would come back." She stuck out her tongue in victory.

     "Why wouldn't I? You asked for help didn't you?"

     M500 stepped aside, allowing him space between them. "Participants aren't interested in the workshop. It's not a prerequisite for graduating."

     What she said made sense. Being a commander requires certain skills. Firearm competency, tactical commanding, physical endurance. Engineering is not one of them; that's what fairies and drones are for.