This was actually happening. A date with a comrade--but only for the greater good. She would pound that into her very being.

"G-great! So, I'll go off to do that." Rubbing at her short and uneven hair, she closed her eyes as she felt her cheeks glow from embarrassment. Romance was not Pyro's strong point. She had felt love and even loved a man, but she wasn't any good at it and could never expect to have a significant other.

Before he could say anything else, she headed towards the door with a dash while leaving a trail of a rather pleasantly flowery scent. This was one a man on the battlefield didn't have too often, she kept ridiculously clean for someone posing as a male. Some of her more feminine habits were harder to keep dead.

When she got away, she instantly headed to her room and flopped on the bed. Her breathing was hard and her face wouldn't stop it's stinging burn.

What had she gotten herself into?