A/N: Don't f**king lie. Some of you fangirled at that picture.

You were a very shy Padawan, but you were a skilled warrior. Everyone knew that, though some still chose to flirt with you. Zoey had offered to mind control them, but you turned down the offer.

Jeremy has kept a good eye on you, just in case. Today you saw Jeremy practicing his technic when he suddenly flinched and dropped his lightsaber. You ran in and got on your knees quick. "Jeremy! Are you ok?" You asked as you placed your hand on his head.

Jeremy laid his paw over your hand as he nodded. He had tears in his eyes before you wiped some away with your free hand. "Jeremy, what happened?" You asked, sensing something was wrong. "I...I saw my sister... Emily... dead. She was in a trooper uniform and I... I was..."

Jeremy hid his face in the crock of your neck before whimpering. You hugged him as he tried not to sob all over you. "It's ok. We don't know if she's with the Sith. She could be ANYWHERE." You said before Jeremy took a breath as he leaned back.

"You're right. I can't lose hope now." Jeremy said before looking at you. You both stared at eachother for a minute before Jeremy softly licked your nose, causing you to blush lightly. "Thank you." Jeremy stated before picking up his saber and leaving. "(Duuude/Guuuurl)! He likes you!" Zoey chimed as you tilted your head.

"He... does?" You asked. "Duh! That was a traditional sign of love in the Mikiyo culture!" Zoey said happily. "...ok." You muttered, trying to hide the fact you had no idea what she was talking about. "Bruh." Zoey growled, clearly ticked.

(Designs so far)