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“Ugh, I knew that I was going to regret this honesty thing... Let’s get this out of the way.”

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To say that Sheik was impressed was an understatement.  Yet by that same train of thought, so many of the Academy students were impressive individuals, all bringing in their own set of skills and expertise.  The winged boy definitely took Sheik’s attention though; even their natural reservation seemed to dwindle as the heavy thunk of an arrow hitting true to its target resounded.  

They had just stepped into the shooting range, late due to staying in after class.  Bow in hand, the Sheikah stepped up to the winged student, looking down at them.  

“You have a good eye and arm,” Sheik praised as they walked up to a spot beside them.  There was a rare playfulness and challenge in their eye, wondering if it was enough to incite him.  

“Care to have a little archery challenge against me?” 

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Dark Pit

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     Pit’s presence was one that Link had come to welcome in his bed. It had become a regular occurrence for the hero to fall asleep with his arms wrapping around the angel, a head of brown hair tucked against his throat - Pit seemed to enjoy laying on top of him, a position that the blond had no qualms against. He woke pleasantly warm and content in the mornings, finding himself admittedly reluctant to get up and start the day, despite his tendencies to rise early. At this point, the young man had to wonder if he still would have been able to fall asleep on his own, for that familiar, soothing presence certainly would have been missed during Link’s nights.

     That morning had started like most others, with the first few rays streaming in through the window tugging Link from his light slumber. They were the first thing that he spotted, followed by a head of brown hair settled against his chest. The latter drew a small smile to the hero’s face, finger shifting to gently brush against one of the angel’s feathered wings - he never could decided which felt softer, Pit’s hair, or his wings...

     Stifling a yawn, the blond found himself shifting slightly beneath the angel. The movement caused their bodies to slip slightly against one another’s, the fabric of night clothing being the only thing that kept their skin from actually making contact - despite that, it was as one of Pit’s limbs slid slightly in the wake of the movement that alerted Link of an issue, the slightest brush of a leg through the material of his trousers sending a shiver through a particularly sensitive part of his anatomy.

     Mentally, Link cursed - it wasn’t the first time that he’d suffered from such a condition in the morning. Truthfully, it happened often enough, and the blond was often careful to ensure that it went unnoticed, admittedly finding it to be rather embarrassing. Before, the young man had always taken care of the matter on his own, but with a bedmate, the task had become far more... awkward to deal with. Once more, he’d have to slip away and just... wait for it to go away on its own.

     It was with great care that Link moved, rolling onto his side so as to deposit Pit next to him. It he could just get up without the angel waking, he could... do something. Perhaps he could go walk until it was over, though the temptation to simply take care of himself was there - there was a third option, one that had crossed Link’s mind on a few occasions, but it was quickly pushed from the Hero of Twilight’s head. The thought of having a certain someone help him with the issue was one that he rather enjoyed, but not one he could easily bring up. He and Pit had yet to breach such a topic, and knowing that, it felt somewhat inappropriate to even think about. Better, the boy thought, to just deal with it...

    A soft sigh escaped Link as he untangled himself from the warm body next to him, the uncomfortable stiffness between his legs becoming all the more apparent now. How he wished to simply take care of it then and there, perhaps with a little help, whether it be a hand, or perhaps-

Actually he wasn’t expecting this. Like seriously from all of people, he wasn’t expecting to meet an Angel. But he seemed different from any kind of angels he’s met until now. Mh, probably from another world, another timeline that isn’t his own---maybe that’s the reason why he looks so odd and kinda interesting? Vanitas shrugged and throw away the cigarrette he was smoking to greet the kid.