Only after he was sure Levy had left did Aibo lie back on his bed and breathe a sigh of relief.
His feelings were a mess: excitement, nerves, regret... Happy troubles, probably. Though they had been rather hard on a certain part of him.
He was genuinely afraid he might lose control and make a move on Levy. Or that Levy might make a move on him.
He'd known since childhood that Levy had a dirty mind, but he'd never imagined she would be this wild once she stopped hiding it. Levy was terrifying!
Aibo was about to take care of a private problem when he sensed someone approaching. Cana?
Cana gave the door a casual knock and pushed it open. Once inside, she did nothing but stare at Aibo until he broke into a cold sweat.
"C-Cana, is something wrong?"
"What did Levy come to see you about?"
In 0.1 seconds, Aibo used telepathy to get their stories straight. "She wanted to talk about work. Why?"
"No reason..."
Aibo thought he'd passed the test, but Cana suddenly closed in, threw an arm around him, and pinned him in place. Her expression was terrifying. "Did you need to discuss work in bed? You smell like Levy!"
Oh no! He hadn't straightened the sheets Levy had mussed up. He'd been caught!
Come on, brain! Work! Think of a way out!
Cold sweat beaded on Aibo's skin as he stammered, "Ah, ahaha. Levy lay on my bed for a while, so, so..."
Cana reached out and touched Aibo's flushed lips. Her voice sounded strangely hollow. "Aibo, tell me honestly. Are you and Levy dating?"
I'm in trouble!
In this world, he was at an age when people started dating, so Cana's question was perfectly natural. But that wasn't the real problem. This