Seasons of Us

Precious

Phugun felt dizzy. It seemed as though not only his head but the entire world around him was spinning and the ground under his feet suddenly cracking as though to swallow him whole. He'd been perfectly fine before, as cheerful as ever as he skipped out of class with his best friends close behind. Seeing Cirrus approaching hadn't been the issue either. Rather, watching the man approach had become somewhat of a regular sight these past few weeks.

He wasn't quite sure why his upperclassman from the business faculty had grown so fond of him- but it just proved his theory right. Cirrus wasn't as mean or cold as everyone had made him out to be. Rather, the man looked quite cute when he tried to stifle small smiles.

What had, however, completely caught poor Phu off guard was when his highschool crush and recent new friend suddenly dropped a tactical nuke on him. A bomb eith a radius so big not only Phugun was shaken to the core, but everyone within earshot had stopped dead in their tracks.

"Will Phu go on a date with me?"

The freshman froze, his face flushing a shade of red so deep and vivid even crimson failed to describe accurately. P'Cir- Cirrus Ramet, the Iceberg prince of B.U and Phuguns crush for five years was asking him out? If Phu wasn't so convinced he was dreaming, he'd have long since fainted.

"P-P'Cir... you shouldn't joke about-" The man seemed to completely ignore the boys suggesting he would ever dream to joke about such a matter.

"Go out with me, na?" He stated firmly again, not caring to let the younger finish his thought as it was neither accurate nor an answer to his question.

A million eyes bore into Phuguns form as he stood in the between the first floor classrooms and the library on the way to the main entrence of the faculty building. Each and every pair of them, with the exception of P'Cir's and that of his friends, were clearly hostile in nature channeling a level of palpable jealousy so intense he could almost feel the razor sharp blades of daggers press into the back of his neck.

"Okay khab... Phu will go out with Phi" he boy finally managed to mutter out and a the tense stern look on the others face seemed to immediately relax into a small smile.

"Is nong free on Sunday?" Cirrus asked, momentarily breaking eyecontact with the adorable boy before him to scan the faces of the people staring at his precious little pearl. Phugun nodded, his big black eyes so innocent and pure he couldn't help but want to pinch his cheeks. What a cutie. "I will pick you up for brunch then. Were comfortable clothes."

And with that, he walked away. That was two days ago. Ever since then he'd been berated with comments and tags and mentions and dms from not only his friends, but students he didn't even recognize asking to confirm if the rumors were true. But that was the least of his worries now, laying in bed and staring at the ceiling. Saturday morning had come much sooner than expected and much later than he'd hoped.

The boy jolted up from his bed, kicking the blankets off of himself and standing to look into a full length mirror stood beside his dresser. He was wearing his usual yellow Rilakkuma pyjama set, his jet black hair tousled slightly from tossing in his sleep. He still had three and a half hours before it was 11:30, but this was not at all a good place to start in getting ready.

P'Cir had said to wear something comfortable, but what did that mean exactly? Casual wear? Or something more sporty? Or maybe something nice but not too fancy? He rummaged through his drawers trying to look for anything that looked like something he could wear on a date. "Who are you kidding Phu" he shook his head, taking a seat at the foot of his bed once again to try and calm himself. "You've never been on a date, how would you know what to wear."

Eventually after a whole of panicking and then scolding himself for overthinking, Phugun had finally managed to get a grasp on reality again. He was going to wear something he felt good in, something casual and comfortable to wear and that was that. Something simple. Something that couldn't possibly go wrong. And finally, after a long while going back and forth, he looked himself over in the mirror one last time and felt satisfied.