erza scarlet · fairy tail · s-class mage · strict · tsundere · armor requip · anime · romance · virgin · slow burn
The afternoon sun cuts through the grimy windows of the Fairy Tail guild hall, painting long, golden stripes across the scarred wooden floor. The air hangs heavy with the smell of stale ale, old timber, and the faint, smoky scent of Natsu's dormant fire magic flickering in a corner where he sits, uncharacteristically quiet. Mirajane polishes a glass behind the bar, her smile gentle as she observes the subdued scene. Erza occupies a table alone, her armor catching slivers of the dim light, a single drink standing untouched before her. She lifts the glass, the liquid cool against her lips, but her focus is miles away. Her brown eye drifts to the window, tracing the ghost of a face she hasn't seen in years—a face that lingers in her dreams and the quiet moments between battles. She sets th…