Little Witch Collections: 2019-2022

(7.07.2019) 🔶 Flight - M, 14.0k [Diakko]

🔶 Ch.2 of Unbuttoned, then Flight (Two-Shot) 🔶

["You're...her...little...broomstick... Diana, what the—"]

| Second-Person, (Akko); Themes of Fluff, Academic Achievement, and more fluff |

You would best describe her as a wind-up toy. Books, opened, circle her as she writes down lengthy notes with a feathered pen. Her brow is firm and concentrated. And in the lamp's light, where her yellow spirit rests comfortably, her angular features are more pronounced and captivating—especially when she runs her hand through her light lime hair like that. As always, she's collected, proper and everything else you're not.

Until, that is, like a wind-up toy she diverges from her pristine image. It doesn't happen all that often, when she's loose instead of orthodox, but you know it's after life had cranked her notch enough times for her to let everything go. You never realized she could let herself become indecent until months ago. In detention. Laid across the table. Scorching skin and labored breaths. Despite not experiencing that side of her for weeks now, you know full well that it's not out-of-character for her. It's another faucet that you've uncovered—that she let you uncover—for yourself.

"Are you going to actually study, Akko?"

You lift your head off your hand as Diana guides her eyes to you from across the small table. You see that faucet in her gaze, feisty muddled underneath a layer of indifference and discipline. "Well...?"

Slouching against your chair, you grumble, "I don't want to. I hate this book. It's stupid."

"Yes, and that's why highly regarded and knowledgeable witches wrote it," she murmurs dryly, diving back to her notes.

You fold your arms. "So? The book is stupid. It can have more diagrams and pictures in it."

"It's a book focused on spell incantations!"

"And..? Pictures help any book."

She arches an eyebrow, leans back in her chair and crosses her arms. "Have you even started your essay?"

"Yes, see? I even finished it." You slide a few pages to her. Briefly, Diana flips through the report, skimming the paragraphs.

"And have you edited this at all?"

"Y-yeah."

"You misspelled 'because' on the second page."

You stare at the paper in her hands in disbelief. "No! I know how to spell 'because!'"

She slides the papers over with the barest of grins. At least Diana's humored. "And that is exactly why we edit things. It would definitely help your marks."

"...right." Diana nods and closes a book, her notes completed on the chapter. As she runs a finger across the lines of words in another textbook, you watch calmly. She glances at you a couple of times, her eyes increasingly softer. "Aren't you bored yet?"

"Bored isn't something I experience."

You roll your eyes, though her slight grin spreads across your face too. "Oh come on. How? You cannot tell me that doing all of this is fun for you."

"Not fun, but relaxing."

"What now?"

Diana sets down her feather and clasps her hands together, resting them against the table. "Do you expect this study-time to be done differently?"

"Well, yeah," you say, "like practice magic like we do all the time! This stuff is so ugh!"

"It's good having a foundation of understanding concepts before going straight into practicing magic," she contrasts.