𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

08 | Head over Heels

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♡

I love him too much.

The news of the disappearances of those three nobles spread through the academy like wildfire. The student body was in unrest — for not only did one student disappear recently, there were now three other people gone. However, it was also said that the royal family — the Crown Prince, especially — was aiding in the search.

But human nature was fickle. Soon, after a week of murmuring and restless nights, the voices of worry would soon turn into disdain. ("I never liked any of them. They were such bitches," the nobles would use even crude language to signal their great dislike for them — "I'm glad they're gone.") And after a thorough investigation led by Isidor Sierra, the three of them were declared to have had an accidental death in a carriage accident. Isidor had relayed this news to Y/n, and during which, had seemed almost...happy.

But that didn't matter. Y/n was shameless enough to admit that he didn't give a fuck about those three. If anything, it meant that his days would be more easy-going and he wouldn't need to deal with them. Of course, there had been the occasional I can't believe they're gone, and even the I do feel sorry for their families, but just a single memory of them practically bullying him was enough to put the sympathy at rest.

So now Y/n basked in the sun, lying down bonelessly on the floor. He blinked once, twice, and then gave a small groan as the sun beams pierced his eyelids. Rolling over, Y/n gave a huge yawn, stretching out on the floor with his limbs splayed out. His shirt was on the floor, and now his torso was bare — Y/n had found it much too hot even with the aid of the strong cooling magic. And besides, when Isidor wasn't present, the magic would wane. The magic source was the crown prince, after all.

But now Y/n could feel an icy chill seeping through his bones. He involuntarily shivered, teeth chattering, and he glanced up —

Sure enough, there was the crown prince, seemingly frozen in place. Y/n watched as Isidor's eyes — dark, glazed, hazy — dropped to his bare torso, drifted up further to his lips...then Y/n caught the sight of his Adam's apple bobbing, his jaw becoming more taut. Y/n furrowed his eyebrows.

Oh, right, he thought, maybe he's not comfortable with seeing me half-naked. We are, after all, already nineteen. But doesn't he help me change at times?

Granted, during the times Isidor would help to button Y/n's clothes up, his eyes would linger for a second with some sort of strange gaze that Y/n couldn't fathom or understand — then it would break away almost painfully. Huh. Y/n grabbed his shirt and wriggled into it, still lying down. Now he was fully clothed and decent. The prince looked like he was having an aneurysm at that sight.

"Oh, hey," Y/n called out from the floor, rubbing his eyes. "You're later than usual."

"...Yes." Isidor said after a considerable amount of time. "Sorry. Some things took a considerable amount of time."

Y/m perked up. "Oh. The disappearances of Lady Ivy, Lady Aurora, and —"

"Don't say her name." The words rushed out harsh and quick and Y/n blinked with alarm. Then Isidor's tone swiftly gentled into a soft, sweet one: "it's a distressing topic. I don't want to remind you of it."

"You must be tired," Y/n said sympathetically. "Come over."

Isidor did so dutifully, lying down next to the (h/c)-haired male. Y/n gave a soft giggle — and oh, that was absolute music to the prince's ears... whether it was the cuteness of it, the gentleness of it...the breathlessness of it... it would be good to see what kind of sounds could spill from his lips when he was...