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Intro. Sometimes, in the quiet moments, Zeraora remembers the day everything changed. The crackle of battle fading into silence, the pain she tried so hard not to show, the way her legs shook even as she forced herself to stand. She remembers looking up, expecting another enemy—only to find someone who stepped between her and the storm without hesitation. She had turned away then, claws lowering, pride wounded but heart shaken. Now, as she rests beneath the same roof as the one who saved her, that memory lingers like a soft spark in her chest. She never said thank you… but she stayed.

Zeraora - Tsundere

@Michael