Lucky draw Starting from Fairy tail

The streets of Magnolia were silent as I walked through the night, carrying Erza in my arms. Most of the storefronts were shuttered, their signs swaying gently in the breeze. Lanterns burned low, casting long shadows across cobbled roads. The warmth of the day had vanished, leaving the air crisp and still.

I reached the gates of Fairy Tail.

Closed.

Of course.

It was late, after all.

I stood there for a moment, wondering what to do. Should I knock? Wait until morning? Maybe find an inn?

Before I could decide, the girl in my arms stirred.

Her single brown crimson eye fluttered open slowly, blinking against the dim light.

Then she realized.

Her eye widened in confusion—then embarrassment—then horror.

She was being princess carried.

"W-Wha—?!"

Her entire face flushed scarlet in an instant. Even in the low light, I could see her cheeks burn and the tips of her ears turn a vivid red.

"Erza, you—"

WHAM!

Her fist crashed into my stomach before I could finish.

The force was brutal. My vision blurred for a second, and I felt my feet leave the ground. I flew backward and hit the stone walkway with a painful thud, skidding a few feet before finally stopping.

For the first time since I'd arrived in this world, I saw it.

A little red number above my head.

[HP -15%]

My mouth twitched. That actually hurt.

Thankfully, no ribs broken… I think.

Erza froze where she stood, eyes wide, realizing what she'd done.

"I—I'm sorry!" she shouted, rushing over. "I didn't mean to hit you that hard!"

I coughed, wheezing slightly as I sat up and looked at her. "That was… quite the wake-up."

She knelt beside me, still apologizing nonstop, her hand reaching toward mine.

I grasped her hand and caught my breath.

"It's fine," I said between wheezes. "You didn't break me… probably."

Her expression was panicked and ashamed. "I'm really, really sorry…"

I exhaled and gave her a weak smile. "At least now I know how strong your punch is."

She looked like she was about to cry again.

I glanced at the darkened guild, then back at her. "Do you have anywhere to stay tonight?"

Her lips parted. She started to speak, then stopped.

Her head dropped.

"…No."

It was quiet. Honest.

What she didn't realize was that she was already more expressive now than when she first stepped into the guild.

That was a good sign.

I looked around to see if any Fairy Tail members were out late—maybe someone who could take her in.

But the streets were empty.

I rubbed the back of my neck and spoke, almost nervously.

"Well… if you don't mind, you can stay at my place tonight."

She blinked. "Your… place?"

"Yeah," I said. "It's nothing fancy, just one bedroom and a floor, but it's safe. And I wouldn't feel right just leaving you to wander around town."

Erza hesitated. For the first time, truly unsure of how to respond.

Then she gave a small nod.

"Okay."

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The walk to my home was quiet.

But not tense.

Just… still.

I glanced at her now and then. Her footsteps were light, but there was still heaviness in her aura.

"You don't have to feel guilty," I said suddenly.

She looked at me.

"About your friends," I continued. "We'll save them. All of them. I promise."

She stared at me for a long moment, and then, barely above a whisper, I heard it.

"…Thank you, Lucky."

It was so soft I might've imagined it.

But I didn't.

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When we got to my small house on the edge of town, I unlocked the door and let her in first.

It was a humble place—wooden floors, a single table, some shelves, a tiny kitchen, and a bed in the corner.

Just one.

I immediately turned to grab a blanket and start setting up a spot on the floor.

"Alright, I'll take the ground. Guest is king, after all."

But when I turned around, I froze.

Erza was already lying in the bed.

Comfortably.

She shifted slightly, then patted the space next to her.

"Come on," she said, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

No hesitation. No shame.

I blinked.

"Wha—Erza?"

She looked at me blankly. "What?"

I nearly choked. "You—We—That's…."

She tilted her head.

Then it hit me.

Of course.

She grew up in the Tower of Heaven. In a prison. Cramped spaces, shared quarters. No concept of privacy. Of male vs. female boundaries.

To her, this was normal.

I sighed and shook my head gently.

She needed to learn the difference. Not now—but someday. So that no one could take advantage of her innocence.

I smiled at her, sat down on the floor, and laid out the sheet like a mat.

"You rest," I said softly. "You need it."

She blinked, then nodded once.

I glanced up at her. "No enemies here. You can relax. You can even unequip your armor."

She hesitated, then finally did so, returning to her white tunic and curling into the covers.

I settled in on the floor, closing my eyes.

Then her voice broke the silence.

"Lucky?"

"Hm?"

"What happened to you… before you came to Fairy Tail?"

I opened my eyes.

That question again.

I thought for a moment.

"I'm from a place far, far away," I said simply. "Somewhere you can't reach."

She sat up slightly, confused. "Another continent?"

I smiled, but didn't answer.

"I just… woke up in a forest one day," I said. "Out of nowhere. No great escape. No epic past. Just… appeared."

"That's strange."

"It is," I said. "But that's my story. Nothing grand."

She lay back down. "…Okay."

A moment passed.

Then her voice, soft and warm.

"Good night, Lucky."

I smiled.

"Good night, Erza."

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The next morning came quietly.

Sunlight peeked through the small window.

I stirred slowly, my body still sore from last night's surprise punch.

I stretched and sat up, yawning. The air was still. Peaceful.

Then I glanced to my side.

Empty.

I blinked.

No girl sleeping on my chest. No awkward fanservice moment.

I chuckled to myself.

"This isn't an anime."

This was real life.

The only magical mystery here was still how Gray keeps losing his clothes.

I stood up, brushing my hair back and rubbing my neck.

I turned my head toward the bed.

She was still there.

Erza lay curled under the blanket, her breathing steady, her brow soft. She looked... young. Just a girl, not a fighter. Not a survivor.

Just someone who needed rest.

I hesitated for a moment, then reached out gently—intending to check if she was still asleep.

But just as my fingers neared her shoulder—

Her eye shot open.

She stared at me in surprise, still half-trapped in sleep.

Before her full awareness returned, I smiled softly and said, "Good morning, Erza."

She blinked once.

Then murmured, "…Good morning, Lucky."

And just like that, the new day began.