Did her affection points seriously go up just because she touched my boobs?! Who's the real pervert here?!
Verena had a hundred snarky things lined up to say, but she forced herself to breathe. It was clearly an accident, more or less, and technically, they were both girls. It made logical sense. Probably. And really, for someone like Sera, who'd only known the world's sharp edges and cold shoulders, maybe a little softness was exactly what she needed.
Boobs included.
Sera had always been known as the "Iron-Fisted Heroine" in the novels.
A girl whose fists came faster than her words, who solved most of her problems with a punch to the face rather than a heart-to-heart.
Touch, to her, was a foreign concept, reserved for tackles, slaps, grabs, and uppercuts.
Not once had she held someone's hand out of affection. Not once had she initiated a hug that didn't end in a suplex.
