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The warmth that had appeared within her still hadn't left Akko the following morning. She had woken up, sweating profusely, after dreams of Ursula had toyed relentlessly with her mind. Blushing, she remembered what Ursula had said to her the previous night.
"This spell requires more of a, tender touch," the playful, almost suggestive tone of Ursula's voice did unspeakable things to Akko.
It wasn't Ursula's fault of course. She couldn't possibly guess all of the ideas Akko's perverted mind conjured up. She briefly imagined what it would be like if Ursula could read minds, but casted the thought away just as quickly. It would be humiliating. Things had become even worse now, that Akko had seen Ursula fighting and being all badass. In that form fitting outfit.
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After all her classes had (finally) finished, Akko made her way to Ursula's office, repetitively fixing her hair in the windows reflection. However, when she did make it there, all she was greeted with was a note, written in elegant scrawly writing, stuck to the door.
Dear Akko,
I am terribly sorry to say that I have cancelled our practise session for today. I apologize for the inconvenience I have caused you.
Sincerely,
Ursula Sensei
Dissapointment welled up in Akko's heart. Cancelled? How could it be true? Ursula had never ever cancelled a session before...
Akko looked back at the note. This is probably due to my reaction yesterday, she thought guiltily. If only I had better control over my stupid body!
Akko dejectedly turned away from the door, and the note. She had been about to leave, when she heard a muffled curse resonate from the other side.
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Ursula did feel bad about cancelling on Akko, she really did, but throughout the day she had begun to have second thoughts. She held her head in her hands, exhausted, as she struggled to expel her doubts.
It was unfair on Akko, to expect any sort of confession from her, especially since she had decieved her for so long. And secondly, why in the name of all things magical, would Akko want her?
Ursula Sensei. Her timid, flightless former idol. A failure, in all senses of the word. She clutched at her hair as the thoughts inside her grew more and more overwhelming. I am a shell of my former self, she though angrily. The skill and confidence of Chariot only resurfaces in the most dire of situations, and not always then, either.
Because I'm weak.
Cursing loudly, she lurched upwards and out of her chair. Looking for anything, that would be a distraction from the pain she was feeling.
Apparently though, she had been too loud, because a few moments later she could hear knocking at her door.
"Who is it?", she called out in a voice that, she hoped, sounded calm.
"It's me, Akko!", as if to prove her point, Akko leaned closer to the little window on Ursula's door. "Are you alright Sensei? I heard you swear...". In another situation, Akko's concern would make her stomach fill with butterflies. But right now, the sensation was more akin to a swarm of angry bees.
Akko's knocking continued for at least five minutes before Ursula finally opened the door. Akko stumbled inside, her balance put off slightly by the sudden opening of the door.
"Thanks Sensei! I'm sorry for disturbing you, I just want to," she dropped her things into the floor as per usual and eyed Ursula uncertainly, "- to, um, well, I was wondering, why did you cancel our session today?"
Akko fixed her eyes to the ground guiltily, "Is it my fault?". Ursula shook her head, eyes wide, "No! Akko it was not you, not you at all!" She felt even worse now, now she has made Akko blame herself for her weakness.
Akko met her gaze, sadness clouding her gaze, "Then, why?.." she trailed off. Ursula couldn't stand to see her upset, much less since she was the one who had caused it.
Shesighed, giving in, and removed her glasses. "It was me Akko." Akko's head shot up instantly. "My behaviour towards you yesterday was... inappropriate. To say the least. And I am so sorry for putting you in that position Akko. I am your mentor, I should be someone you feel safe with, but I have violated that trust," she wrapped her arms around herself, "As soon as you left, I realised that I had made you feel uncomfortable, maybe even disgusted-"
As Ursula continued her admission, Akko found it harder and harder to consentrate. She kept noticing the way Ursula moved when speaking; how she used her hand to accentuate a point, or how every few sentences she would brush lose hairs away from her face, only to pull them forwards again in frustration.
Then there was her eyes. Normally, they were obscured by Ursula's glasses, but now, Akko could see them clearly. They were a deep red, filled with memories, fragments of pain and regret that made her look wise beyond her years and added a glint that made them all the more beautiful.
Ursula faltered, "...Akko? You're not even listening to me are you?", she admonished weakly.
Caught. However, Akko didn't respond.
Ursula looked away, worrying her lip. Akko's focus was inexplicably drawn down to her lips. Akko wondered, half in a daze, what it would be like to taste her. Akko's legs seemed to have had a mind of their own, as she stepped towards her slowly.