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The Art of Falling

CHAPTER V A WOMAN UNLIKE ANY OTHER

Gray Fullbuster, Juvia Lockser, Gajeel Redfox Alternative Historical Universe Genre: Old World Vibes, Period Romance All Chapters: Click here | Taglist

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Juvia walked around the room, intentionally keeping herself at a good distance from the gentleman in the middle of it, intent on engaging in no conversation with him. In preference, she busied herself quietly reading titles as she passed them. She counted those she recognized, which was, by her account, not as many as she would have liked. Others were written in script foreign to her. Hence, Juvia found no benefit in picking up one and pretending to read it.

Gray kept repeating the one line he couldn’t seem to move past. Ever since Juvia entered the room, he could not keep his mind on the passage he was earnestly reading. All the while, throwing surreptitious glances at her moving figure. Juvia did the same, stealing curious glances at him.

All at once, it dawned on the lady how she never has paid the gentleman much attention. All she could afford him was stubborn inconsequence. Juvia looked but never did see. Believing his stern eyes were trained on his book, Juvia took the opportunity to really consider Mr. Fullbuster. She took inventory of his features: reserved eyes, tall nose, pronounced jawline – all seemed to make Mr. Fullbuster a figure of distinction. The noble air about him said so.

“You have a rare collection, do you not, Mr. Fullbuster?” She did not even allow him to answer when she continued, “my father would have collapsed at the sight of them.”

“Is he not with you?”

“No.” Finding no more interest in her walking about the room, Juvia turned to finally address the gentleman directly. “His presence is much more required in the field,” offered she. “My apologies.”

“None required.”

They fell in silence once again, that which seemed to have stretched on for too long but one that allowed Juvia a moment to reconsider the order of things. The gentleman had made his intention to ask her hand in marriage yet she refused on account of his misguided view of it. To Juvia’s mind, there was only one person deserving of much consequence – Eliana Lockser. Her sister’s predicament took precedence over all thoughts. Of what it would do to her sister’s renown once the news traveled over all of Magnolia. The repercussions would be immeasurable. Besides, had not the eldest Lockser taken a liking towards Mr. Fullbuster? She wondered, then, what it would take to persuade the gentleman to reconsider his feelings toward marrying Eliana instead. His unexpected words interrupted her thoughts but caught only the tail-end of his inquiry.

“Pardon?”

“Are you fond of books, Miss Juvia?”

“Not as much as my father.” Juvia quickly reconsidered her answer and belatedly realized it was not conveying her truth. “Actually, not at all.” A soft, almost inaudible, chuckle tumbled out her lips. “I would rather the outdoors. Be entertained by nature. They are more engaging than simply staring at letterings on parchment.” Therefore, she felt the need to correct herself much to her own surprise.

“I see.”

There was a contemplative silence again until Gray voiced a contention.

“But books can take you places. It may even allow you to see and experience another person’s life.”

“I��d rather live it than read of it.”

There was an archness in the manner she refuted. An impertinence in the curve of her smile. A teasing gleam in her round blue eyes that Gray found a bit so amusing that all the response he could muster was a gentle smile. There was a single thought that crossed the gentleman’s mind.

Miss Juvia was not like any other.

They reached an impasse and Juvia belatedly noticed how close she had gotten to him. She pulled herself away much too suddenly, bewildered by the sudden rush of self-awareness. She reproached herself for being callous. She must now be weary as she might find herself a bit too close the next time. Then, she berated her own for even entertaining the idea that there was another time. With caution, she kept him, or rather herself, at bay; and chose to change the subject. Juvia started to allude to her suggestion, that he redirect his affections to Miss Lockser, when something entirely else caught her attention.

“What are you reading?” asked she.

“I have been studying the ways of hunting as I have been told it is one of the many activities you find enjoyable.”

The illustration on the page interested Juvia much more than his response. She failed to notice how strange it was for Mr. Fullbuster to know about her preferences and why would he exert himself to know them.

“And you find a crossbow to be the best instrument for it?” Crossbows were an obsolete, and therefore rare, tool for hunting. “Since they discontinued production half a decade ago. Interesting.” She mused to herself.

“I have wanted to build one of my own and so, I’ve been studying–”

“–Have you any death wish?” By now Juvia had placed a hand on the back of the chair and leaned into the book that he was reading. Her utter shock at his foolish ambition had taken precedence above others, even her sister’s concern and all the more, her earlier resolution to stand as far away from him as was recommended.

“If you as much as commit any slightest error, this tool may break and only the good heavens can tell your future.”

Within this proximity, Gray sensed a faint floral scent from her, a detail that he mentally jotted down in his little journal. The task occupied him so that he missed the question imposed upon him by the lady.

“Are you listening, Mr. Fullbuster?” Her frown confirmed her displeasure and Gray had to apologize for his ill manner.

“How then do you propose I move forward?”

A sense of mischief pulled the corners of Juvia’s mouth. It made her rise behind the unknowing gentleman and stand in an exultant posture, with her palm flattened on the curve of her waist. It was the first time that Gray ever saw a Magnolian woman do so.

“This house is a century old, Mr. Fullbuster. I am certain it holds many a treasure long forgotten by time.”

For the short while that their paths crossed, this was the first that Gray was fully captivated by her blue eyes. Not only by its beauty but by the fire that was flamed to life, burning anew on her ocean orbs. For once, there was neither hostility nor dismissiveness they permanently held. There was, in its stead, one which his own mother’s beautiful eyes often lacked when there was a speak of adventure. Yet, no matter how much they intrigued him, it was out of Gray’s nature to seek even the slightest idea of danger.

“Miss Juvia, I do not believe that would be–“ Gray started so certain of himself. So confident in his judgment. Yet, before he could finish his sentence, he found the subject of his concern already awaiting him at the door, one foot outside of the frame, “–safe.”

“Come on, now, Mr. Fullbuster. Daylight is wasting.”

Thereafter, they found themselves standing in the large expanse of the mansion’s garden. To the left of which was an elaborate labyrinth that courted Juvia’s curiosity. She had not thought of exploring it much, as the task at hand required primacy. But she did pay it to mind, stemming from irritation, the fact that Gray had invited a staff of over ten to oversee their pursuit.

“Do you often require yourself with such a number of help, Mr. Fullbuster?”

To Juvia’s mind, an activity such as this required the presence of no more than two persons. She was not too fond of having that many eyes observing.

“I can send them away if that is more to your liking, Miss Juvia.”

One would have found it endearing, that a gentleman would consider a lady’s comfort over his own. To Juvia, however, it was irresponsible for Mr. Fullbuster to pass onto her a burden she, by no means, had any say. For what right did she have to dismiss Mr. Fullbuster’s employees whose presence was due to contractual obligation?

“I was merely making a conversation. Please do not mistake it as my being uncomfortable.”

She made an effort to keep the irritation out of her voice; for it was no place to lose one’s temper. She could already hear Mrs. Lockser’s ringing voice: Losing one’s temper is unbecoming of a proper lady.

Rather, she focused on beginning the experiment – a wiser choice than being irked by things so nonsensical. Juvia expelled a breath to regain some of her composure. At the sight of the decade-old crossbow, which Lord Silver Fullbuster assured them was of safe use, Juvia regained her sense; only for it to quickly dissipate with the gentleman’s lack of urgency. She found her patience was tested when, instead of aiming the tool toward a target, Mr. Fullbuster set it on the ground in favor of the book he brought with him.

Juvia wanted to relieve him of the hunting tool as it was meant to be used rather than be left lying uselessly on the ground. As the now impatient lady was about to do so, Gray picked it up again and studied the same as his eyes bounced between his book and the crossbow.

“I was often told, experience is the best teacher, Mr. Fullbuster.”

“I am only being cautious, Miss Juvia. This is not a tool we can simply toy with as–” his explanation was cut short as Gray felt the weight of the crossbow leaves his hand. “Miss Juvia!” cried he to no avail.

Juvia settled the stirrup on the flat of the ground and pulled the string with all her might until it latched on the catch with a securing click. She opened her palm towards the troubled Mr. Fullbuster, to receive the quarrel from him, whilst his words of caution were received with adamancy. The gentleman was left with no other choice but to surrender what she asked for.

Juvia expertly laid the shaft on its place, aimed its tip at the sky, and in a breath or two, pronounced, “Fire!” She pulled the trigger and then watched the tossed apple slump down the grassy ground; the tip of the quarrel stuck at dead center, as pronounced by the help.

Juvia exclaimed in triumph. She then turned to the gentleman whose widened eyes were struck in awe.

“I have to say, Mr. Fullbuster. I find it a surprise that a gentleman such as yourself would even consider holding a hunting tool, much more practicing it.”

“Since Miss Juvia is fond of hunting, I figured I ought to prepare myself if I wish to come and explore the woods with you one of these days.”

The confession had taken Juvia by surprise. She searched his dark eyes for humor or any telling that might suggest he was only trying to impress her without sincerity. Yet, that was all there was to it – Gray’s sincerity. Finally realizing the insinuation of his confession – that Mr. Fullbuster paid consequence to her interests – and without knowing it, his words stirred her stomach funny.

She recovered hastily, masking her surprise with a challenge. “Then, Mr. Fullbuster,” Juvia shoved the crossbow against his chest as gently as her whimsy allowed. “If you may, please indulge me with your crossbow prowess.”

It was in the way her eyes challenged him that a rush of want gripped his being. An urge to impress the lady despite his insufficient knowledge of operating a crossbow. As he struggled through the simple act of drawing the string and locking it in place, his sudden want gradually dispersed.

“Are you in need of some assistance?”

“No!” cried he, rather too rudely for his own taste. When he gathered himself and recovered from his ungenteel outburst, he apologized at once. “Your assistance is very much appreciated, Miss Juvia.”

Once Gray secured the drawstring, he continued, “I can manage even this simple tool.”

Finding it hilarious to toy with mortal feelings, as fate always does, the heavens withheld its concurrence with the earnest gentleman, with the drawstring snapping back to its original state.

Juvia had to fold her lips, restraining the giggles about to erupt. When she was sure she kept her laughs locked down, she ambled towards the struggling gentleman. Without warning, she placed her hand beneath his and the other around his shoulder. Juvia aided Gray in guiding the tip of the bow toward the sky, oblivious of the sudden intimacy between them. But Gray was made very much aware of the thin air separating them as her warm breath fanned directly at his exposed skin. There was a ringing in his ear when the lady spoke into his ear at a decibel above a whisper. Her voice was so tamed and so darling that his mind failed to comprehend the words they formed. As if that was not enough, Juvia moved even closer, her chest now pressed against the back of Gray’s shoulders. All the cells in his body concentrated on one sensation – panic at the inappropriate closeness between them. Gray unceremoniously flung the hunting tool on the ground; the arrow separated from the crossbow upon impact.

Mr. Fullbuster could not run away from the lady any faster.

“Have you not any concept of propriety between a man and a woman?”

The subject of his berating paid him no heed. His words fell on deaf ears whilst the lady picked the tools off the ground.

“How can I assist you properly when you are that far away?”

Keeping his composure was never an endeavor to Gray. Not once in his life did he had to feel out-governed by his own emotions. Yet, here he was, exerting himself from recovering from his shock. One that helped ease his bearing was to remind himself that Miss Juvia was a woman unlike any other. Her unintentional dismissal or utter disregard of societal norms was to her second nature. Cautiously, he approached the woman who offered him back the dropped device, still convinced that this unsanctioned civility between them was indecorous. This time, however, Miss Juvia kept her distance since, as she composed, he was very much afraid of her.

“I am not,” defended Gray. “I am not afraid of you.”

For some reason, be it societal expectations or basic instinct as pride, the need to recover from his earlier embarrassment was Gray’s utmost priority. Therefore, he mustered all focus to send an arrow into the sky and hit his target.

“Fire!” barked Gray as he pulled on the string with all his might, only for his arrow to fall short.

No one in that household dared to laugh. After an assurance from his teacher that the arrow will not grow feet to climb back up to his crossbow, Gray marched to pick it up. Despite the heat that took over his whole body, Gray reloaded the arrow into his crossbow, now desperate, more than ever, to pin the sweet apple on the ground.

He made a second command and the arrow did fly into the sky and went straight to the group of attendants that gathered in one corner. They dispersed immediately after a collective cry of surprise.

It was the second time Juvia had to suppress a laugh. At this point, she had to turn away to afford herself room for a chuckle. Juvia was not the only one having a splendid time. Up at the balcony, overlooking the green expanse, was Lord Silver Fullbuster joined by little Ur, overseeing the affair.

“I was not aware that Mrs. Lockser could go on and on about various kinds of ribbons.”

Lord Silver tore his eyes away from the interesting bout and addressed his wife.

“I should have been warned,” lamented she when their eyes met.

“Mrs. Lockser is an entertaining guest.”

Lady Mika distractedly agreed in silence for her attention was much more required at the alarming scene unfolding on her lawn.

“Isn’t that your Great Grandfather’s crossbow?”

Lord Silver Fullbuster purposely delayed his response, hoping that in doing so, her Ladyship would pass on the fact that her clueless son was trying to operate a dangerous and obsolete hunting contraption.

Yet Lady Fullbuster was not to be misdirected.

“Lord Silver?” asked she, voice laced with warning. She took Lord Silver’s continued silence as proof of her suspicion. “How can you even allow this unsupervised,” the Lady was livid so that her words and thinking had been all rambled, “experiment?”

The Lady had always been protective of her young heir. Despite their difference of opinion, Lord Silver Fullbuster acquiesced to the Lady’s free reign over his household, which not only included the management of the Mansion’s affairs but, principally, the rearing of their only child – his education and upbringing. Lady Mika saw to it that Gray was raised to be a proper gentleman, fitting of the stature of the heir to the Fullbuster Estate. Not a single person had made a more wonderful job than the Mistress of his household. Yet, worry came to visit his Lordship that his son might have been bounded in his world to actually live it.

“Rest your worries, my love.” Lord Fullbuster took his Lady’s hand to keep her from breaking the party below them. “Oftentimes, I find it rewarding to sail with the tide and make do of wherever life may take us.”

Lady Mika hummed in answer without paying much mind. Her guarded eyes were still trained on the figures in the middle of the clearing. Although the coaxing of Lord Fullbuster swayed her resolve a tad, the Lady of House Fullbuster was yet to be convinced of the woman teaching her son one of the most dangerous tools for hunting.

“I suppose so.”

His words seemed to have their weight on Lady Mika as she let her protest die in her throat. Above everyone else, the Lady of the house knew the rewards of this disposition, for without it she could have never afforded to stand next to her beloved.

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Chapter five | Caramade Franks

Despite the slight rough start at her new job, Juvia's first week went rather well. Together with Cana and Meredy, their team decided not to plan any special activities for the first four weeks, as both the children and staff had just returned from their summer vacation. They would prioritise everyone to settle down and get to know each other. Juvia had to learn names, which wasn't her strongest suit, but to her surprise, she managed to learn all sixteen children's names. She felt pretty proud of herself.

There was one thing she definitely wasn't proud of. A certain somebody had been running through her mind like an adrenaline filled hamster on a wheel.

Juvia had seen Gray every day that week–in the morning at drop off or in the afternoon for pick up. Though the way he was acting was strange. The last time they spoke was on Tuesday, when he thanked her for helping Aster with his nightmare. The only words exchanged between the two were 'Good morning' or 'Bye'. Juvia felt like he was avoiding her and she didn't like that one bit. She wondered if she had said or done something to make him distance himself from her?

Haven't you done enough?

She visibly shook her head to bury the bad thought. Though it was the truth, and she was more than aware of it, that was the last thing she wanted to think about right now.

Juvia found herself standing in line, about to order something she had longed for–Caramade Franks.

She and her roommate had thought of what to eat for dinner. With neither of them having the energy to cook on a Friday evening, they decided take out was the answer. For him it didn't matter what it was, he ate basically everything anyway so Juvia got to decide for them and well, there she was.

"Four Caramade Franks, please." She said to the cashier when it was her turn to order.

"Since when did you eat that many?" A man asked her, or rather commented. It caught Juvia by surprise because she knew exactly who it was.

"Hello to you too, Gray." She turned to look at the raven-haired man, raising her eyebrows. To be honest, she was nervous to see him, but she had to conceal it. "Oh, hi Aster." She greeted the little boy with a smile when she noticed him slightly hiding behind his dad.

"H-hi." Aster stuttered. He was shy and most likely confused seeing her at another place than at daycare.

''I see you kept our tradition.'' Gray said, he seemed happy.

No. No she had not.

Six years. That's how long her favourite food was non-existent, but that was not because she didn't want to have it. The more she went without Caramade Franks, the more she craved it. She had to refrain herself from doing so every time, even if it was extremely difficult. She was determined to move on from him, so she tried every imaginable way to avoid thinking about him and all their shared memories.

The good memories.

''Actually, it's been a while.'' Juvia admitted, her eyes shifting anywhere except into his eyes. She hated the fact that it was true. She felt guilty. That tradition–their tradition, had meant a lot to both of them, and although Gray didn't mention it, Juvia knew he was disappointed with her answer. ''I see that you did, though.''

''Yeah, we eat Caramade Franks every Friday,'' He answered before looking happily down to Aster. "Ain't that right buddy?"

''Yeah! I love it so much, and daddy does too!" Aster exclaimed, his face litting up at the thought of the delight. It seemed his shyness had disappeared into nothing. ''Juvia too?"

"I do. It's my favourite." She couldn't help but smile at him.

After receiving her order, the three walked towards the exit. Juvia stopped in her tracks once she saw the current weather conditions. The once vivid blue painted sky accompanied with the sun beaming had now shifted to an overcast grey and the clouds had began to weep.

''Damn it." Juvia cursed under her breath. She had initially thought to take an umbrella with her, but chose not to because of the warm weather that existed just mere seconds ago. Not to mention she wasn't dressed appropriately for the weather, wearing only a t-shirt, jean shorts and sneakers. Luckily, she lived somewhat close, so she would simply have to make a run for it and hope her dinner remained edible.

''What are you doing?'' Gray asked in confusion. He carried Aster in his arms.

''Trying to protect my food.'' She replied, as she tried different ways to achieve her goal.

"Juvia it's pouring, I'll drive you home.''

"It's fine, I live close by."

''It wasn't a question.''

Before Juvia could voice another protest, Gray grasped her free hand and led her towards his car.

Maybe the rain wasn't such a bad thing since he didn't notice the sudden crimson red displaying across her cheeks.

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Juvia was lucky the drive to her apartment was only a few minutes long. The car was filled with silence apart from Aster incoherently mumbling the lyrics to In Summer��while playing with his Olaf plushie.

''Aster, I'm going to follow Juvia to the front door and then I'll be back, okay?'' Gray informed his toddler after parking the car outside Juvia's apartment building.

''Okay daddy!''

Juvia was going to protest again, that she was more than capable of walking ten metres, but she knew he couldn't care less. When he says something, he is going to do it. Still stubborn as she remembered him to be.

''Bye Juvia!"

''Bye Aster, try not to tease daddy too much over the weekend." Aster let out an adorable giggle while Gray rolled his eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly tugging upwards in a soft smile.

Gray and Juvia ran to the front door, the canopy protecting them from getting soaked.

''Thanks for the ride."

''Of course, there was no way I would have let you walk home in this weather. The Caramade Franks would have been all cold and soggy."

''Aw, and here I thought you were thinking of me, aren't you sweet?'' With a playful remark, they both burst into laughter. How could it still feel so natural to be around him, even after what felt like an eternity?

''Wait, before you go, I've been meaning to ask you,'' He briefly paused before resuming, ''Can I have your phone number?''

Wait what?

"Of course." She answered, fishing her phone out of her back pocket and handing it to him.

Juvia hesitated at first, thinking about the reason why she even had a different phone number to begin with. Then again, maybe, just maybe, it wouldn't be a bad idea. Unsure if it was appropriate, given she was Aster's teacher, but to be fair, she knew Gray before Aster was even born.

"So… that doesn't happen to be the reason you've been avoiding me, does it?" She blurted out, her fingers rapidly typing his phone digits.

"W-what! N-No!" He stuttered and diverted his eyes from hers. Gray had never been a good liar. "I'm asking because I tried contacting you, but couldn't reach you. I thought maybe you had changed to a new number. Besides, I remember you've never been fond of social media."

"Oh yeah… my old phone broke so I had to get both a new phone and a new number."

Lies.

Juvia despised lying, especially to Gray, but she wasn't ready to tell him the truth. She knew she had to tell him everything at some point, he deserved to know, but now was definitely not the time.

"There." Juvia handed Gray his phone back.

"Thanks. Now, you're not actually going to eat all that by yourself, right?''

"Oh no, I'm splitting it with my friend, Gajeel. We're roommates.''

''Oh…I see." He murmured, a lingering hint of disappointment in his voice, leaving Juvia with the feeling that he wasn't pleased with her answer.

"Well, I should get back to the car, can't keep the little man starving or the socials will come for my ass. Take care, Juvia."

''Will you let me know when you two arrive home?"

He nodded, then hurried back to his car and drove off.

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Juvia had only made it outside of her apartment door when she heard her phone go off.

Unknown: Hi Juvia, we made it home - Gray 18:08

Oh, that was fast.

Good, I'm glad you both made it home safe! - Juvia 18:09

Texting Gray reminded Juvia of a certain someone.

"Gajeel, I got Caramade Franks!" She called out the moment she entered their shared apartment and went to put the bags of food on the kitchen counter.

''Who the hell was that?'' Her roommate emerged from the balcony with his arms crossed.

Some people, well, most people, would be very intimidated by Gajeel, just based on his appearance. He was tall, muscular, with long black hair, and covered with tattoos and piercings. Juvia tells herself to never judge a book by its cover. She knew the real Gajeel; tough as metal on the outside and soft like a teddy bear on the inside. However, that didn't mean he wouldn't beat the shit out of people. That was only if they said or did something to piss him off; then it was game over for them.

When she moved to Oak town, Juvia found herself without anyone until she met Gajeel. He became her first and only friend there and despite not being blood-related at all, he was like a brother to her. He was the person she could confide in about anything and everything. It didn't matter how trivial, humorous or serious the matter was – he always listened and supported her, unwaveringly. Wherever it was a silly joke or a heartfelt concern, Gajeel was there for her, ready to stand by her side no matter the circumstance.

''Huh?''

''The guy you were talking with at the front door just now."

Shit.

''It's him, isn't it? Gray.''

Gray was not exactly an unfamiliar name for Gajeel. He was familiar with who Juvia's old friend was and her history with him. She never intended to bring him up, but it just happened. Juvia and Gajeel lived together in Oak time during university, and one night she had woken up from a nightmare, in panic, with tears streaming down her face. Gajeel was woken up by her cries and hurried to her room to comfort her. That dream had been about Gray, and from that night on Gajeel knew every detail about Gray and his life. He knew his hobbies, his likes and dislikes and even about his stripping habit which he thought was ludicrous.

To say Gajeel didn't like Gray would be an understatement. He harboured a strong dislike for him, despite never having met him. However, based on what he had heard from Juvia, his dislike for Gray was firmly rooted.

Also, this meant Gajeel knew the truth.

Juvia stopped bringing his name up after a while and for Gajeel, the reason was obvious but nonetheless he didn't question her but he never forgot.

"I'll kill him."

"Gajeel!"

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Not only was Gajeel super protective over his sister but he was also a stubborn bastard so calming him down to prevent him from hunting down Gray and murder him was challenging, but eventually Juvia managed to soothe him. During dinner she told him the events of the week; Meeting Gray, discovering he has now a father and avoiding him would not only be unprofessional but impossible, given that his child was in the same daycare group where she worked. Moreover, she didn't want to be mean and hurt his feelings as they rekindled their friendship – or so she really hoped.

Now all Juvia wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep. It had been a long week, leaving her thoroughly drained.

As Juvia prepared for bed, she knew there was one thing she needed to do first and that was to send someone special a message. She reached for her phone, tapping out a brief but heartfelt message in hopes of reuniting with that person very soon.

L<3 : Hi sweetie <3 How're you? Sorry for not texting sooner :( I miss you. Are you available to meet up this weekend? 23:14

Due to the late hour, Juvia didn't expect a reply until the following morning but she was surprised when her phone buzzed after only a few seconds. Checking her screen, she realised it wasn't the expected response.

Gray: Goodnight Juvia. See you on monday 23:15

"Aw, that's so sweet of him." Juvia thought, smiling. She didn't want to leave him without a reply so she messaged him back.

Goodnight Gray. Have a nice weekend! :) 23:16

Gray: You too :) 23:17

Years had passed since Juvia last fell asleep with a smile on her face, but that night, she couldn't help but do so.

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A/N: Daycare Love comeback yayyy! I’m sorry for keeping everyone waiting for so long again :( What do you think of the new chapter and who do you think this mysterious L is? You’ll find out in the next chapter so stay tuned! Thank you for the support ♡

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