I love you, Mr. Albedo! [Albedo x Reader]

I Made a New Friend?

I speedwalk to my next class. I really hate walking into class late and having everyone stare at me. I stop in front of the classroom door and take a deep breath to collect myself before entering. 

I can feel all eyes turn on me. I lower my head to avoid the stares. 

"Mind explaining why you were late to class?"

I feel my heart pounding in my ears. Everyone's staring at me.

"M-m-mr. Albedo.. h-he sent an email..."

"Hmph. I'll check it out. Sit wherever you'd like, please. We're going to get started."

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The bell rings, and I pick up my backpack. I did my best to pay attention in that class, but math really isn't my strong suit. I just need to get through 3rd period, and then I get to have lunch. I pull my schedule out of my uniform pocket. The uniforms are pretty cute: a white shirt with a black sweater and a pleated black skirt. It also has long white socks that reach up to my knees, and black platform shoes that are quite comfortable.

I look down at my schedule. I have science next. 

Only one more class until lunch.

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I open the door to the rooftop and take a deep breath of air. There are not many people up here, so I can eat my lunch in peace. I packed myself an omelet and a few macarons from my mother's bakery. My mother is a great chef. She taught me how to make many different recipes when I was younger. I didn't inherit much of her skill, though. I can follow recipes quite easily, but when it comes to making my own, I can never figure it out. 

I set my lunch down next to me and pull out my sketchbook. Before I can start drawing, though, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I look up.

"Hi, you're y/n, right? My name is Noelle! I saw you this morning in Painting 101. You seem like a really good artist and a nice person, so I just wanted to introduce myself!"

"O-oh, h-hi Noelle! My name is y/n.. wait, you already know that, haha..." I stutter. "I wouldn't call myself that good of an artist, though.."

"Aw, there's no need to be humble!" She laughs. "There's no way Mr. Albedo would have taken such an interest to you if you weren't a good artist."

I feel heat crawl into my face. "A-ahahaha, no, really, he's not that interested in me..." 

She laughs again - a merry sound. "You think so? Oh, by the way, is it okay if I eat lunch with you? The cafeteria is much too crowded for me."

"Oh, yeah, of course!" 

"Thank you~!"

She sits down gently, tucking the skirt of her uniform underneath, then unfolds a napkin across her lap. She catches me staring and tilts her head with a questioning look on her face.

"O-oh, sorry, it's just I noticed that you're, ah, very... proper..." I say.

"Oh! Yes, I learned that from my mother. She believes manners are very important. Her and I don't always agree on everything, but I love her nonetheless." She glances off into the distance, seemingly lost in thought.

"Hmm, she seems like a nice person. My mother is a chef - she has her own bakery."

"Wow, really?" She turns to me, her eyes sparkling. "That's amazing!"

I smile. "Yeah, it really is! I grabbed some of her macarons for lunch. I-if you want, I could give you one..."

"Really? I'd love that - oh, but you brought them for yourself, I wouldn't want to take anything you packed..."

"Oh, no, it's alright, I took too much anyways. Which flavour would you like? I brought matcha, strawberry, and raspberry."

"I'd like the strawberry, if you don't mind!"

"Of course." I hand it to her.

As soon as it enters her mouth, she makes a sound of delight. "It's so delicious! I've never tried many French delicacies before."

I let out a small laugh.  "Yeah, my mom makes the best macarons."

We finish the rest of our lunches while Noelle keeps up the friendly chatter. This wasn't as hard as I thought it was going to be, I think.