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"Hey! Apprentice! " Grim jumps up on your desk, almost making the ink spill into your letter, "Ah! Grim! You almost knocked over my ink! " you exclaim, moving the ink pot far away from Grim and your letter, though, Grim ignored your exclamation and proceeded to read at your letter, "What are you even doing? " he says, going to pick up your letter to read it better but casted a glare at you when you slapped his paw away.
"It's none of your business, it's not meant for you anyways.. " You said, looking away from Grim and ignoring his pestering states, "Oh? Then who is this for? " he asks with a mischievous grin, "Ugh! Grim! " you cried out, embarrassment evident on your face, you felt your cheeks heat up at the thought of verbally saying who the letter was truly for.
"It doesn't matter.. I don't think I'll even have the guts to even send it to him. " you say, proceeding to write down your feelings into the piece of paper, Grim raised an eyebrow(?) at the sight of you looking so serious while you write the letter, sure, you always look serious when you focus on writing, may it be notes for classes or your homework, but it's a letter, what letter required you to look so serious for?
"They must be writing a confession letter. " Ace says the next day, Grim had asked Ace and Deuce about it because he was so curious, it's not like he could read the letter now anyways since you sealed it in an envelope with wax.
"The question would just be who they've written it for. " Deuce says next, that raises the question towards the three, Who had managed to steal the dearest Prefect's heart?
You him in thought as you look down to your notebook, crossing out some words and then adding some new ones, it was break time and you were just sitting down underneath a tree for some shade, "I don't think this would fit.." You mumble under your breath, "What do you mean, ma chérie? I think it's lovely. " you flinched at the sudden voice that was close to your ear, that you had quickly shut your notebook and turned to the intruder.
Staring at Rook with wide eyes and embarrassment clearly written on your face, you close and open your mouth like a fish, but once you've calmed down and collected your thoughts, "You really think so? " you asked, opening the notebook again and looked at the words written, Rook smiled and sat down next to you on the grass, "Of course! Albeit messy, it is a beautiful.. " "Song."
"Ah.. A song I see? And may I ask who it is for? " he asks with a tilt of his head, he looks to your hands that grip your notebook just a bit harder, "Oh.. Um, It doesn't matter, I'll probably just keep it in a box with all the other stuff. " You reply dismissively.
"And why is that? " Rook asks even further, your silent for a while, holding your pencil in one hand as you doodle onto the piece of paper, "I feel that it's not enough.. "
"Anyone would be thankful enough for them to receive such a gift with sincere thought put into it. " Rook says, his eyes observing your face as you stare bleakly at the notebook, 'Even if it was Vil? ' you wanted to ask, but refrained from doing so to save yourself the embarrassment.
"Yeah, well… I still think it wouldn't be enough considering the person I'm trying to court. " You let out an airy laugh, "I've tried doing letters, but it would be embarrassing to hand it to them personally. " you say, rubbing the back of your neck nervously, "Then deliver it to them anonymously. "
That's when Vil started receiving letters, poems and song lyrics from an anonymous admirer, Epel had gushed about how sweet the letters always were, they weren't mindless flattery but rather their true feelings, they were simple but it seemed to leave a smile on Vil's Facebook whenever he reads them, it also seemed like Rook knee something, but no matter how much Vil had asked about what he knew, he'd just chuckle.
"It would only be a matter of time when ma chérie reveals themselves. " He would mutter to himself, which Vil couldn't often understand, but he let it slide since he also wanted to find out himself who this 'secret admirer' was.
*sigh*
"Just quit sighing and confess already!" Ace had whisper-exclaimed during class one day, his words only earning another sigh from the Prefect, pencil in hand as they mindlessly draw the Pomefiore's dormhead onto their notebook, "I have to say, you're drawings are really good, especially when you draw this one particular person.. " Deuce mutters as he peers at your notebook, very impressed at the detailed sketch.
"I know.. But I just don't know how to do it I have everything ready, but I just.. " you trail off as you continue to write down your notes.
"Then we'll help you!" Ace suggests pulling Deuce to his side, although it was because he wanted to help a friend out, but also he wanted to find out how this plays out, who knows, he might get invited to your two's future wedding together.
"Just tell us what we need to do. " Deuce says, although he got pulled into it unceremoniously, he would not say no to helping you to confess to your crush, Pomefiore's dormhead, Vil.
"Okay, Well… " You leaned closer to them to whisper what you had in mind, thinking of bringing other people into it so the plan will work well.
Vil had already known that Rook was acting a bit..weird? Suspicious? What Vil wanted to say was that he had been acting a strange nowadays, he'd hear Took chuckle to himself and he'd stare at him as if he's gone mad, but he did not expect for Epel to be weird as well, he found Epel staring at him a lot for some reason.
He'd find Epel talking to Rook in a hushed whisper as to not let Vil hear what they were talking about.
Though, he felt more suspicious that when the sun had set and darkness had taken over the sky, Rook smoothly suggested that all three of them were to look at the night sky together at the balcony in their dorm, Vil didn't see the need to decline, so he let Rook lead him outside to be met with the cold air of the night, it was truly a sight to behold, the stars were out and the moon seemed to shine brightly that night.
"It seems ma chérie arrived just in time. " Rook had broken the silence, confused Vil looked to him and then turned to where he was looking at, only to see you staring up at him, with a guitar in hand, Ace holding up a cardboard that had the words 'Mahal kita! ' written onto it.
Sa unang tingin, agad na nahumaling
Sa nagniningning mong mga mata
Ika'y isang bituin na nagmula sa langit
Vil stared in awe as he watched and listen to you play the guitar, from afar, he could still see the nervousness that your body seemed to emit as you tried to focus solely on letting your feelings out in song.
Hindi ko mawari ang taglay mong tinatangi
Sadya namang nakakabighani
'Di maipaliwanag ang nararamdaman
Sure, Vil's had many suitors that have confessed to him, no matter their gender, but the way your standing there in the grass while he stood up at the balcony made him feel.. Special, in a way.
Namumukadkad ang aking ligaya
Sa tuwing ika'y papalapit na
Hawakan mo ang aking kamay
Vil sighed and leaned to prop his elbows on the balcony railing, looking down at you with a fond smile, you were always so stupid, you looked stupid singing your heart out to him, he didn't mean it in a mean way, he was fond of you, so much so that others may find you irritatingly stupid, he found you stupidly cute.
Oh, Paraluman, ika'y akin nang
Dadalhin sa 'di mo inaasahang paraiso
Palagi kitang aawitan ng Kundiman
'Di magsasawa, 'di ka pababayaan
Isasayaw kita hanggang sa walang-hanggan
When you're playing like that, singing about your feelings to him, even with words he may not understand, he can be able to feel the feelings that were put into the song, and it's not like he can miss that loving look that you held when you looked up at him, with such adoration, he feels that right now, it's just the two of you, with no one else, like being in a little world of your own.
Mga gunita na laging naiisip (naiisip)
Sumisilip (sumisilip) ang itinakda ng mahiwaga
Liwanag na dulot mo, nagbigay-sinag sa madilim kong mundo
Ibang-iba ako kapag ikaw na ang kapiling
Sumisiping ang buwan at mga bituin
Na para bang sumasang-ayon sa atin ang kalawakan (kalawakan)
In cue, Epel brought out a wrapped up box, it was a bit thin, so Vil was a bit confused as to what it could be, but he could feel his heart melt when he caught sight of the painting of him, he remembered how he posed for you back then, since you were doing anatomy study for your art, and you asked Vil for a favor, it was not like he was going to miss out the opportunity to show off his modeling.
He checkles to himself, "This little performance of yours won't go without getting something in return, sweet songbird. "