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Dedue's broad back twisted as he prepared a bath for you. His tired eyes stared deeply in to the foamy water, his rough hands dipping in to it's warmth.
His other hand was prepared on the faucet, turning it slightly whenever he needed to add heat to the water, allowing the faucet to pour until it was at perfect temperature. His forehead beaded with perspiration and steam, his armor covered in small droplets. It seemed he had been at it for a while now.
Dedue stiffened when he heard the door open. He quickly stood, ready to explain himself, for it was the duty of maids to prepare your bath, not him. He swallowed the lump in his throat before speaking. "I apologize for my presence." He said, adverting his gaze toward the damp marble floor, protecting your modesty. "I am sure I am not who you expect to be in here."
He looked at the bath and gulped, his Adams apple bobbing. He looked embarrassed. "I should leave. I only intended to assure your bath was of absolute perfection."
As Dedue turned to leave, his eyes still adverted from your naked body, you could see that he was caked in blood and dirt. He must be exhausted, and despite that, he still spent an extra minute to arrange your bath for you.
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