Its time!!

so uh home stay moon chapter 4 huh 🥵💦💦

absolutely!! this'll be my first time writing for Ilsa so I apologize if anything is OOC!~

Handholding Prompts #23 Under the Table - Ilsa

So why? Why is this happening? And why now? Ilsa thought to herself, questions swirling around in her mind. Society soldiers had been disappearing at night for no discernable reason, and Ilsa found it upon herself to figure out the root of the problem.

A knock at her door stirred Ilsa out of her concentration, her lips pursed and her brow furrowed as she dug through reports. Ilsa looked up.

"Come in." She hoped that her tone didn't reveal the exhaustion in her voice.

You stepped into the room, a basket in your hands. Ilsa raised an eyebrow and motioned you forward.

"(Name)? What is that?"

"A gift."

"...?" Ilsa tilted her head wordlessly as you took a seat from across her, placing the basket on the small table in between you two. Reaching into the basket, you pulled out two pastries from a nearby bakery. Ilsa's eyes lit up and she took one from you, her work immediately abandoned.

"I certainly wasn't expecting this. What's it for?"

"No reason - Beatrix and Zeta mentioned you looked a little worse for wear, though..."

At your response, Ilsa 'tsk'ed: "Hm. Maybe they should learn to keep their mouths shut. I should- oh!" In the middle of talking, Ilsa held her pastry delicately, but one of the strawberries on top ended up falling off and rolling underneath the table.

"Here, I got it-" You began, reaching for it. Ilsa put her dessert down and reached for the escaped strawberry as well - your hands brushing together. You both froze and quickly retracted your hands.

"It's- ahem. It's no big deal," Ilsa said, clearing her throat. "I'll just have to do with one less strawberry."