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“You’re staring, you know.”
Jamil’s voice pulled Azul from his trace, pushing up his glasses and clearing his throat in embarrassment.
“No, I’m not.”
Okay, so maybe he was staring. Although, he believed he had been subtle.
Azul’s attention had shifted away from the lesson to Scarabia’s vice dorm head when he felt their arms accidentally knock against each other. He then proceeded to keep his eyes locked on Jamil’s hands for a moment, watching how his slender fingers twirled his pen. Eventually, Azul’s eyeline travelled up his arm, shoulder, neck and landed on Jamil’s face.
He immediately noticed how the other was biting their lip, presumably thinking about the work, causing Azul himself to gently bite the fabric of his white gloves on his index finger for a moment before pulling away, realising how odd that probably looked.
Jamil seemed to hold natural beauty. His skin was gorgeously tanned to perfection, his face clear from pores as the crystals around Scarabia’s dorm, or the pearls around Octavinelle’s. Azul felt his glasses slip down his nose as he tried to get a better look at Jamil’s eyes - goodness, they were stunning. His iris’ were a simple grey, but the eyeliner he wore drew attention to them in the most positive way possible.
And then there were his lips. Azul would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about kissing his classmate. Those lips just..it’s like they were inviting him to engulf them, with Azul tasting as much as he could before having to pull away for air, being able to hear Jamil’s small nose breaths of desperation-
“You’re staring, you know.”
Jamil chuckled softly as he watched Azul shuffle papers, attempting to seem like he was working. He had felt the gazes, even seen the slight glove bite. What about himself was setting the annoying Octavinelle dorm head off like that? In class, of all places - Azul wasn’t exactly subtle on hiding that he was admiring the vice dorm head.
“Pay attention. You’re not having my notes.”
“My my, Jamil. How cold hearted of you.”
“Mhm.”