Chrom X Robin Novels & Stories

"Put me down!" "Do I have to?" "Yes!" "But I like holding you..." "I think I might throw up..." "Fine!" Robin slips me down from his shoulder, and I'm faced with his ridiculous wall of a chest. He is smirking down at me. "Hello, shortie." When he brushes down my wild, electric hair with one hand, it sets off my thirst for revenge. Quick as lightning, I pinch the closest piece of flesh I can find, and it just so happens to be his pec. There is barely any skin to grab since Robin is close to zero percent body fat, but he still yelps in surprise.