𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

07 | Obsession

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Obsession can be terrifying.

Y/n couldn't remember the last time he had attended class. And more importantly, he hadn't remembered how boring it had been. Isidor sat next to him, his expression unreadable (truthfully, the prince was simply fantasising of a million scenarios only the most obsessed and desperate people would think of) — Y/n guessed that the prince had already conquered whatever today's lesson topic was about. After all, children of the royal family, especially the crown prince or princess — they all tended to be far ahead of the syllabus.

So, today when he came here...Y/n thought, was it just to accompany me? And here I thought I was the one accompanying him.

But still, Y/n tried his best to focus, ignoring the chatter that surrounded him. It mainly came from the fact that the crown prince had attended a class that he hardly went to, and the fact he attended with Y/n, of all people — (most knew they were roommates, but all didn't know they were close. The fact that they were childhood friends was very much private: it was why Jonathan had not known that the prince was heavily intoxicated with Y/n) — and lastly...him. Y/n's presence.

Y/n's head throbbed as he heard snatches of his name gliding in between conversations. Some were normal, but others...

It has to be those three — Lady Ivy, Aurora, Lord Elijah — again, Y/n sighed. Really, how annoying can they be?

It was one thing to harass a (tremendously) sick individual (him, basically) but it was another to continue on with such childish actions even nearing twenty. But it simply proved that no matter where one went, snakes were bound to follow. And in this case, the snakes were Lord Elijah, Lady Ivy, and Lady Aurora.

Don't they have better things to do?

Y/n shoved those thoughts to the back of his mind, pinching himself so that his eyelids would not droop any further. He stifled a yawn (but instead that caused an odd sound that resembled a squeak to be released) — and Isidor's head swivelled to him immediately.

"Sorry," Y/n smiled. Did I break his concentration?

"...It's fine, Y/n," Isidor sounded fine with it, yet also curiously polite.

Y/n gave it no thought. (So cute, Isidor thought, so, so cute. He couldn't very well be getting a hard-on during class, could he? He had survived the carriage ride, which had already been a miracle. So the prince restrained himself.)

"We'll be doing transmutation today," Lady Neil (she was the professor in charge of chemistry related to Magic's elements) "we'll be learning how to change magic into its finest, purest form. Get into groups of five, and I want you to create a magic formula in the allocated time I give you. To those who might not understand what this has to do with transmutation — it requires the channeling of nothing transfused into a loose state of magic. I won't be expecting any of you to be reaching the highest stage of transmutation, of course — but if any of you do, be careful. It can be deadly upon contact. And..."

Deadly upon contact, Isidor noted. A friendly reminder.

Lady Neil had trailed off, and her eyes fixed on Y/n, giving him a reassuring smile. Y/n was confused at first, before it struck him.

Right, Y/n thought, I'm basically allergic to mana. Y/n wasn't allergic to mana in the sense that he would become deadly sick or ill if he was exposed to it, but his body simply — repelled — it. It was the reason why even the simplest of sicknesses could cripple him for ages — his body simply couldn't receive healing. Y/n didn't mind it much, however (it gave him an excuse, actually, to skip out on all magic related practicals) and he was still blessed with the ability to observe magic. That much was already enough to him.