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Although you were a second year in your world, Crowley still decided to put you together with the first years since there were some subjects you had no clue about and needed the basic knowledge to make it to the next year. That still didn’t stop you from taking other classes with your fellow second years, like mathematics. This is where almost all of Azul’s problems have started. That greedy crow-man decided to lump you in with class C, Azul and Jamil’s class. While Azul used this opportunity to know more about you, it made him even more insecure than he already was. Most of the time you were at the same level, other times, you were slightly above him.
“Alright class, each of you will come over to my desk to hand you the paper test when I call your name.” said the math teacher in a calm manner.
Right after all the papers have been handed out, Azul quickly got to your seat.
He started out in a clearly fake polite tone with a charming smile that could blind anyone: “Hello prefect! How was the test? Did you find it difficult? I’m sure that I can-”
“Actually, Azul, it was pretty easy! I got 98 points. How about you?” you quickly interrupted him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.
He meekly responded with a 97, forcing his lips to stay outwards, wanting to avoid revealing his true feelings, his tone obviously betraying him.
“That’s still a great score! Anyway, numbers don’t show how smart you actually are. I’m sure you’ll do better at the next test if you’re unhappy with this one.” with a venomous smile and a sickly sweet voice that you gave him, Azul was crawling in his own skin.
It was unusual how you were able to see right through him from the start and the way you discreetly let him know that you know what he knows deep down, kept him on his tiptoes. Just how you wanted it, and he hated it. Already working up a sweat, Azul politely excused himself to finally escape from this god awful interaction. Watching carefully from a safe distance, Jamil told himself: “They’re a match made in hell. That’s just great, now I have to deal with two of them.” As he saw Azul approaching him, Jamil quickly grabbed his bag and dashed out the door faster than lighting itself.
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Just as you and Grim crash landed with Kalim’s flying rug, you heard an all too familiar smooth voice as you tried to make sense of your surroundings.
“Oh, Great Sevens! What is the meaning of this?” asked Azul exasperated as he was making his way through the Monstro Lounge with Jade and Floyd in tow, all three wearing pajamas, clearly half asleep.
“Well, fuck me.” you quietly whispered to yourself, only Grim being able to hear you.
Jumping out of his skin at the sight of you, you and Azul remained on a stand still until you heard an agitating, graving voice.
“There they are!” one of the two Scarabia dorm mates shouted as they got ready to attack. Thankfully the fight didn’t last very long since Floyd was pretty grumpy being woken up so suddenly.
“Don’t think it’s over yet!” screamed one Scarabia dorm mate at the trio in front of him before retreating.
“Man, Jamil is gonna be pissed.” whispered the other one nervously, fearing the vice dorm leader’s wrath.
With a calm and composed tone Azul spoke up while looking at you: “Now that that’s been settled, what is going on?”
“Kalim is going nuts and keeping us prisoners in Scarabia! The food is great but absolutely not worth all the suffering!” exclaimed Grim with tears forming in his eyes.
“Kalim? He never seemed the type to do such things. Oh well, rich people.” politely responded Jade with a smirk forming on his lips.
“I never knew Sea Otter had that in him.” added Floyd with a yawn right after that.
“What matters right now is that our lounge got pretty roughed up from that small fight. Oh, whoever shall be responsible for the damages?” said Azul in an almost depressing tone with a facial expression ready to compete with a sad kitten. Jade and Floyd quickly followed his lead adding comments only to reinforce Azul’s message.
You knew exactly what Azul was implying and wanted out of you. Well, you can’t win every fight and with the lack of sleep you got from digging that hole in the guest room you weren’t able to think of a way out. At least not instantly.
“Fine, Grim and I will work at the Monstro Lounge for a month to pay for the damages.” you grumbled loud enough for Azul to hear you.
Finding a flame of rebelliousness, Grim began protesting: “There’s no way I’ll be a slave for those guys ever again, henchman! You can’t make me wash a single plate for them, not even a fucking spoo-”
“Oh, thank you Prefect! You shouldn’t have, but if you insist.” said Azul with a sly smile. “I believe we can all go back to sleep, and Prefect, you and Grim are welcome to stay the night here.”
Forming a sadistic smile, Floyd rapidly shot: “Great idea Azul, and because we have no guest rooms, Shrimpy should sleep with you!”
“I agree. We can take Grim in our room since he’s so small and won’t occupy much space.” joined Jade in with his twin’s match making scheme.
Not leaving Azul or you any time to react, Floyd quickly scooped Grim up and ran away with Jade, both of them giggling like two teenage girls and Grim full on ugly crying. You and Azul kept staring at each other until he decided to break the silence.
“Come now, I bet you’re tired” he said in a soft but firm voice and showed you his way to his room, always avoiding your eyes and trying to hide his face.
Since you didn’t have any comfortable clothes to sleep in, you had to swallow your pride and borrow some from Azul for the night. As you came out of his bathroom wearing a loose t-shirt and sweatpants, Azul again avoided eye contact and turned away so you couldn’t see his face at all. Once is a bit out of character but twice is already showing that Azul is completely out of his element. An octopus out of water, you could say.
You slowly started approaching him: “Are you alright, Azul?”
“Me? Perfectly fine, Perfect. Why should I not be fine? I’m always alright.” responded the octoman, trying to act natural.
“Are you sure? Because you look a bit flustered, if I had to guess.” you teased, slowly getting closer to him and to his heart.
“Why would you think that of me?” with a crack in his voice, Azul’s composure gave away.
“Because you’re as red as a tomato, Azul.” you remarked, sweetly smiling and looking straight into his eyes.
Being suddenly face to face almost gave the dorm leader a heart attack. Thankfully, he was able to remain calm enough not to jump across the room to leave some space between the two of you. Not being able to utter a word, Azul only opened and closed his mouth repeatedly like a fish while trying to think for a comeback, a reason, anything, really, to try and hide his feelings while failing miserably.
Seeing the sorrowful display, you decided to edge him on even more: “I wonder where your personna went. How come you got so shy so quickly? Is it because I’m wearing your clothes….or because you have a crush on me?”
As you got even closer to Azul to almost close the gap between the two of you, the poor boy combusted, stammering through a jumbled response that only he could understand.
You pulled away and stated: “I’ll let you sleep on that. We’re both too tired to think straight.”
Slowly, he followed you to the bed, turned off the lights and tried his best to fall asleep, only he couldn’t. You were back to back since his bed was for one person only. Sure, it was bigger than the rest of the dorm mates, but not big enough for two people. As the hours passed, Azul finally found his way back to sleep. As the morning rolled in, you quietly woke up only to find yourself trapped between two strong arms, facing the prettiest boy in the school. He was calm and relaxed. Not a hint of maliciousness or greed on his features. As he slowly opened his eyes, all the relaxation disappeared, being replaced by panic and a crimson blush that would beat Riddle in a show-off. You giggled instead and kissed his forehead.
“Good morning sleeping beauty. Did you sleep well?” you whispered sleepily.
“Ye-Yeah. Did you?” was all Azul could mutter. It’s a miracle he was able to utter a word, but three? He’s already making progress.
“Mhm.” you responded in a sing-song tone that made the business man crack a smile.
“What’s so funny?” you asked confused.
“Nothing. You’re just really cute.” said Azul, with a slight smile forming on his lips. This time, being honest.
“Oh.” was all you could utter and shyly looked away from his gaze, your cheeks slightly rosy.
Azul refused to look away and instead asked: “Aww, look who’s getting shy. Is it because I called you cute or because you have a crush on me?”
All you wanted to do was to wipe that smug smile from his face and unexpectedly kissed him. It was gentle, he couldn’t believe he was finally getting to feel how soft your lips were. Neither of you wanted to part but were forced by the lack of oxygen.
Without breaking eye contact, you softly spoke up: “So, what are we?”
“A couple? Only if you wanted to, of course.” answered Azul, hoping you’d be alright with that.
You smiled at him and said: “I would like that a lot.”