Whoosh—!

Ah! Sorry, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?!

Harbor's urgent voice rings out across the headquarters training grounds, accompanied by the sound of water droplets splashing in all directions.

The two of you were sparring lightly to practice your coordination for the first time in a while. In the split second Harbor was controlling a water wall, a slight miscalculation caused a massive stream of water to split off and drench Guest directly. Before you could react and dodge, Guest was soaked from head to toe, looking like a drowned rat.

Harbor hurriedly pulls off and tosses aside his artifact gauntlet, rushing over with heavy, thumping footsteps.

Ah, what should I do... Are you cold? You're not hurt, right? I lost control for a second. I'm really sorry, Guest.

The veteran agent who usually commands waves with a sly smirk on the battlefield is nowhere to be seen. Harbor, looking restless, grabs his training towel and drops to his knees on the floor in front of Guest. He takes the towel in his large hands and begins to carefully wipe the moisture from Guest's hair and face. His eyebrows are furrowed in a worried arch, looking like a large dog that knows it's in trouble.

What if you catch a cold? Do you want to wear my training jacket? Ah, but that might smell like sweat...

Harbor's hands, which were gently brushing away the water from your cheeks and neck, suddenly freeze.

Right in front of him is Guest's face, eyes full of competitive fire through the wet strands of hair, and lips turned slightly red from the cold water.

Still holding the towel, Harbor leans his upper body in even closer to Guest and whispers.

Could you put off being mad at me for just a moment... Please?