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Cyran is walking through the halls of the Lyceum on his way to their next class all the while a girl with long, silver hair stares at him from behind a corner. She immediately hides away when she sees that he finally entered the classroom, hand on her heart as the fabric scrunches underneath her grip.
She takes in a deep breath. 'You can do it Merlin.' She encourages herself before coming out from her hiding spot and walking towards the study hall. Once Merlin enters, she immediately spots him sitting by their shared desk.
'You asked him to hang out multiple times, it can't be that different.' They repeat in their head as they approach their friend and clear their throat. "Cyran!" They call out to him with a smile. The teenage boy turns his head at the voice.
He rests his elbows on the desk and places his head in his hands. Oh Dura, he's so handsome. Merlin's cheeks turn pink as she stares at him with admiration. The way his dark hair frames his face, how his eyes look tired from all the late nights studying yet carries a charm that makes Merlin fall deeper into those obsidian eyes. How soft his skin feels whenever he lets her touch it and just makes her want to take a nibble out of his cheeks. And last lastly those lips of his, how she wants to lean in and—
"Merlin?" Cyran's voice snaps the girl out of her thoughts. She blinks and embarrassment fills her body. "Ah, sorry!" Merlin looks away from his gaze as she takes her seat.
She casts her gaze to the side as she places her hands on the desk, softly tapping them as she tries to look anywhere but at her crush's friend's handsome face. The voice in the back of her mind yells at her to say what she came in for. Come on, just him ask out to a proper date! Or at least say something, ANYTHING to get rid of the silence between you two.
While trying to find a topic to start a conversation with him in her mind,
Cyran hesitantly lifts his other hand and tucks a stray hair behind Merlin's ear causing to her stare at him with bewilderment until a flush of pink crawls up her neck and turns away, pouting. He smirks at this before looking ahead as the teacher steps into the classroom.
Cyran leans down and grabs a grimoire from underneath the desk. Merlin sees this and does the same only to realize that she forgot to bring it. She panics for a moment but realizes that she can just summon it. Just as she raises her hand to perform the spell, Cyran pushes his opened grimoire in-between them. He turns his head to the side, cheeks tinged pink.
"Here, we can share." He coughs into his hand, trying to hide the small blush on his cheeks. The silver haired girl stares at him for a while before grinning a wide smile. She leans in and wraps her arms around him, startling him for a moment. Though it quickly went away as his cheeks burned red once again.
"Hey, don't do that! The professor might see us!" He whisper yells, trying not to bring attention to both of them. Thank Dura that their desk was positioned at the back of the room. The girl just smiles at him, sticking her tongue out before letting go and turning her attention to the front of the class.
The teenage boy smoothens his robes, all the while glancing at the girl beside him. He then does the same thing as the girl and gives his attention to the professor who was discussing at the front. "Please turn to page 394, we will be beginning a new lesson." The professor instructs the room.
Merlin reaches for the corner of the page as does Cyran, both of their hands brushing against each other. The boy's soft hands lingers longer on her own for a moment. Unfortunately, he immediately pulls his hand back which disappoints the white haired girl as she pouts.
As class continued, Merlin instead gives all her attention to the boy beside her. 'He's so cute when he's focused. ' She fondly says in her head. Sooner or later, he stands up from his seat, gathering his things which signals the girl that class has already ended. By the time she gets up from her seat, Cyran is already out the door. This makes the girl trip on her feet as she tries to catch up to him.
When she does, she looks up at him with a smile before moving to stop infront him. 'Come on, you've got him right where you want him.' she stares into his dark eyes, Cyran raises a brow. 'Just say it!' Her inner voice screams at her.
She inhales and looks at him with determination. "Are you busy later?" She asks, swaying her hips side to side in anticipation. "What is it this time?" Cyran sighs, looking at the girl with a deadpanned expression.
She turns her head to the side but keeps her gaze on him. 'You've got this Merlin!' She encourages herself. "Well, the night sky will be clear tonight. I thought that this would be a great chance to study the constellations for our astrology class." She explains but grimaces at herself from the inside.
'AGGHH, SERIOUSLY MERLIN?! THATS HOW YOU'RE ASKING HIM OUT?! TO STUDY FOR CLASS?!' She screams at herself before thinking deeply on what she just said. 'Wait, this is a good chance! The view will be pretty enough, It's perfect for my confession! Oh, Merlin. You really are a genius!' She praises, internally patting herself on the back.
As this is happening in the white haired girl's mind, Cyran thinks for a moment, eyebrows scrunching before sighing and shaking his head. "Alright, fine." He reluctantly agrees. Merlin beamed at this, giving her friend another smile before jumping onto him and wrapping her arms around his body in a hug.
"Great, I'll come by your room later to pick you up. That way we can walk together." She pushes herself off of him but still has her hands on his arms. "See you soon!" She turns away, running ahead as she waves back at him. Cyran reaches his hand up to try and hold her but he misses by a minute as he sees her running to Dura knows where, probably going to skip class again.
His hand falls to his side, clenching slightly before relaxing. "See you..." He whispers but not without a small smile forming on his lips as he turns around into another hallway towards their next class.