𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙠𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

• promise •

tw: abuse

          
    
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"And do you remember what the compressor is for?"

You squinted as you scoured your brain, hoping the answer would be thrown from your memories. "Um..."

Aron rolled his eyes and sighed. "Come on, babe, this is simple stuff."

"I know," You insisted. "It just evades me sometimes."

"Well, stop being stupid then," He mumbled, before placing two fingers on your head and pushing you back, taking you aback.

Although his action wasn't especially painful, it still hurt.

"What are you guys up to?" Caleea asked as she entered the room, Anakin behind her with his hand in hers. "And please don't say you're working."

"Just trying to drill some knowledge into Y/N's head," Aron answered. "And it isn't really working." His words made you look down in embarrassment as you nimbly played with the hem of your shirt.

"Y/N is more of a hands-on learner. She doesn't take well to getting words thrown at her," Anakin told him, before turning to you. "Besides, you don't need to know all the different parts of a ship. You're the best damn Administrations Officer in the business."

His words made you smile, but your happiness was temporary. It was hard to ignore the feeling on your forehead as though Aron's fingers were still pressed to it, his voice calling you stupid echoing between your ears.

It wasn't the first time he had put you down. You were beginning to think you'd be better off single, seeing as the only reason you had even agreed to being Aron's girlfriend was to get back at Anakin. Yes, it was immature to get in a relationship to make your crush jealous. No, it hadn't worked in the slightest.

Not only did Anakin have a girlfriend, but he also simply wasn't into you like that. That was something you had learned to live with.

"I think I'm gonna break up with him," You admitted to Anakin one day as you sat in the back room of the West wing, which nobody but you and him visited. It had a glass wall and ceiling which flooded it with the light of the moons and stars, making it the perfect spot for late-night admissions.

"How come?" Anakin asked you with a frown.

You shrugged, "I don't know. I just... don't feel that spark anymore. Things have changed between us."

"Well, don't feel bad about it," He told you, patting your shoulder. "These things happen. And no matter what, I'll always be in your corner."

You sniffed, looking up at him with wide eyes. "Promise?"

Anakin nodded, offering you a smile. "Promise."

"Wanna play Triga?" You asked him, tilting your head.

He sighed, "I wish I could. Caleea wanted to take a starfighter out to Coruscant; she's never been."

"That's fine. Don't worry about it, Swordman," You said, trying to hide your disappointment with a smile. "Tomorrow, then."
        
                                             
   
   
       
             
Living on a ship of 15 teammates meant it was difficult to get privacy sometimes. That was why you pulled Aron to a quiet room during one of the other members' birthday parties, when everyone else was busy drinking and dancing to look for you.