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27.5 - That Time We Held Hands (Asia POV)
🕑 Added 2025-08-24 16:15:14 +0000 UTC[Asia's point of view.]
I couldn't help the blush that rose to my cheeks when Leo put his hand on mine. My heart was beating faster than ever. He wasn't usually so direct, and honestly, being that close to a boy — especially Leonard — still made me a little nervous.
Since Leo entered my life, I felt that many things had changed within me.
If someone asked me, I wouldn't be able to explain what that change was. However, the feeling was as if a large cloud that had been hanging over my heart had finally dissipated.
Something about Leonard, whether it was his kind eyes, his confident personality, or the way he acted, made me feel safe.
He was only two years older than me, but his eyes seemed very experienced—perhaps even more so than Miss Rias'.
"Leonard-kun..." I murmured, trying to hide my shyness, but I didn't think for a second about moving away from him.
His hand was incredibly soft and warm. Aren't devils supposed to be cold? Was I cold? Or were we different from vampires?
For a brief moment, I wished that time could stand still.
It was the first time a boy had ever held my hand.
When Leonard started to speak, I was confused.
What did he want to ask me? What was going through his mind? Did he like me as a person?
When he finally spoke, my heart warmed even more. Leonard seemed sincere as he complimented me.
The older nuns told me that most men were dangerous to girls like me. What did that mean? And what would they say about Leonard if they knew him as I did?
With Leonard, even the moments of silence — when we just enjoyed each other's company — were pleasant. Somehow, I knew that no matter what happened, we would always have each other to lean on, and that didn't scare me into being her servant. Leonard was a good man, and besides... I felt like I saw him as more than just a friend.
When he was with the other girls, my heart would ache, and when his dark eyes looked at me, my stomach would knot up.
I didn't know him well enough to tell if he felt the same way about me, because he treated everyone as kindly as he treated me. Would he hate me if I made the first move?
