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Eye contact has never been something Felix was good at, though he never could put words to reason for it. Today was no different. And as such he found himself glaring off to the side, or down, or even skyward. Anything to avoid looking directly into the eyes of the man in front of him.
Finding himself face to face with the green eyes of the Deer's house leader hadn't been something he'd planned on doing after training, but here he was, glaring past him. He'd fixed his own eyes on the side of the dorm building just past Claude, hoping that was enough to keep him from noticing. "What do you want?" He bit out, taking care to keep his tone harsh and angry. He had enough on his mind as it is, and wasn't in the mood for games. Which is probably why he ended up shocked by what came out of the other's mouth.
"You just seemed angrier than usual. Something on your mind?" Felix silently cursed the nonchalant way those words dripped from Claude's tongue, and the way he smoothly slid his arms up and behind his head.
He scoffed and looked off to the side, not wanting to even risk the chance of glancing into those piercing green eyes, glittering in the moonlight. Everything about him was strikingly beautiful, Felix mused. From his eyes that shone with a deep green that reminded Felix of emeralds, to the delicately curling brown hair framing his angular face. And of course, Felix was determined not to let these thoughts surface, so all he says is, "I'm fine," before moving to step around him and stalk past.
"Are you sure?" Damn him, he sounded genuinely concerned, too. Felix whips around, the growl in his throat fizzling out when his amber eyes meet green. He even has the audacity to look concerned, too! He elects not to reply now, instead fixing him with a pointed glare before turning away again.
What good would come of telling Claude his problems anyway? There was no way he'd understand, right? Felix shakes his head and starts to walk. Of course not, he thinks. How could he? As far as Felix was concerned, it'd be a stretch for anyone to even guess at what was bothering him.
After a moment, he notices the footsteps falling in time with his own, and realizes Claude was following after him. So he rounds on him again, snarling. "Following me isn't-" He stops short when Claude raises his hands in a defensive motion, an almost sheepish grin on his face.
"Easy there!" He says, giving a light-hearted laugh. "My room's right next to your's, remember?" He nods toward the door to their right, and Felix felt his face grow hot. That door belonged to Claude, alright. He really had forgotten. Which is exactly why he immediately turns around and bolts into his own bedroom, Claude's laugh chasing after him as he calls out, "I'll be over here if you decide you wanna talk!"
Felix leans heavily against his door, releasing a frustrated sigh before letting himself sink down to the floor. He couldn't imagine why Claude had suddenly seemed so intent on….. what? On helping? Helping with what, unraveling Felix's lifetime of repressed feelings and unrequited love? Did he want to help mend a four year old broken heart that Felix refuses to even acknowledge? Why?
He angrily swipes tears from his face and gets back to his feet, yanking off his uniform and getting ready for bed. Tomorrow was their free day, and he planned to make the most of his time. He sighs again as he pulls his hair down from its usual bun, glancing briefly at the reflection in his window. He's not sure he recognizes the face staring back at him.