So, uh, this was requested. Let's hope this doesn't turn into a big mess, but with me you can never really be sure (:

Y/n was sitting beside their lovely boyfriend, Will Solace, looking at the forest. Their Y/E/C eyes lit up as they got an "amazing" idea.

"Will!"

"Mhm?"

"Let's train!" At this, Will groaned.

"I'm terrible at training, be it archery, the rock wall, sword fighting, or whatever. You know that!" Will frowned at Y/n.

"That's the point! I can excel at everything, and you can sit there and be like 'whoa, you're so good! I'm so lucky to have you as my girlfriend/boyfriend/partner/preferred!'" At this, Will laughed.

"Well, you're right about the me being lucky to have you part. But the you excelling at everything may be an exaggeration," he teased.

"Really? Only may? That's very sweet of you," Y/n replied, grinning.

"No problem." Will took their hand and helped them to their feet.

"Now, let's go before either of us regrets this," Y/n said happily.

"I already have," Will murmured, not intending for anyone to hear him.

"Well, that's too bad!"

"Y/n, I'm starting to think you're purposely hurting yourself. How do you even hit yourself with not only an arrow, but the entire bow?!" Will put a bit of disinfectant on Y/n's wound, causing them to hiss in pain.

"I've already told you this! I don't find pain, pain finds me," Y/n replied.

"Just be glad you have a doctor as your boyfriend," Will replied with a sigh, bandaging their arrow wound.

"I am, don't worry." Y/n got up, earning a protest from both the nerves in their body and Will, and kissed him on the cheek. Will smiled slightly, before forcing them to sit down again.

So am I, he thought.