Unloveable (TWST x male reader) (DISCONTINUED/REWRITTEN)

Chapter 6.5: Awkward Flights

"Oh yeah..." y/n hummed.

"Did you have any dreams?" Malleus asked, looking oddly serious.

"Huh?" Y/n remembered his dream... he didn't really wanna talk about it, but he didn't want to lie neither. "I did..." 

"Do you think what happened could've been connected to your dream?" Y/n hummed, if he thought about it... no. It made no sense. Why would a dream of one of his oldest memories cause a black goop to seal his eyes shut. 

"No. I don't. I'm sorry if that's disrespectful, but I don't understand how such a dream would cause that." Y/n shrugged, sitting on a rear-by rock.

"What kind of dream was it? Was it... what is it called? Ah yes: a nightmare?" 

Y/n giggled at the wording; "I suppose it would be considered a nightmare..."

"I ran into Shroud when he took the substance for testing. It looked oddly like blot." Malleus said sitting next to the human boy.

"Blot? Why would I overblot!?" Y/n asked, leaning against his knees.

"Anyone can overblot. You do overwork yourself a-lot." Malleus saw how y/n became nervous after that observation, he began picking at his cuticles, bouncing his leg.

"I don't overwork myself!!" 

Malleus frowned, "There's nothing wrong with it; everyone overworks themselves sometimes. Lilia overworks himself all the time, especially when I was younger."

"If you think I overwork then you should see the people at home. They'd call me lazy with the little work I've done..." he grumbled, cuddling into his jacket; the desert was as cold at night as it was hot in the day. The weather was always extreme.

"Overworking for you could be underworking for someone else. Everyone has a different limits. It's obvious that you're going past yours." Malleus wrapped his jacket around y/n.

"I'm fine. I'm not overworking myself. Is that all you came to see me for?"

Malleus frowned, clearly y/n didn't want to talk about it; he would have to keep a closer eye on him. "I just wanted to check on you. I'm glad you're ok, let me walk you back to your room." 

"You don't have to—" 

Malleus took y/n's hand, "I know I don't have to; but I want to."

They walked to y/n's room in a comfortable silence, y/n slipped off Malleus' jacket, "Thank you. Sorry if I was a little rude earlier, I guess I'm a little worried I'll overblot someday." He sighed leaning against the door-frame. "If I do- can- can I trust you to stop me?" 

Malleus smiled, "I'm sure that won't happen. But if it does, you have my word. I'll stop you." He handed his jacket back to the younger, "Take it I have 100's more."

Y/n pushed it back, "Oh I couldn't."

Malleus held up his hand, "I insist. It suits you." 

Y/n blushed, holding the jacket in his crossed arms. "T— thank you. I— I'll see you tomorrow?"

Malleus nodded, bowing "Indeed." He took one of y/n's hands and pressed a kiss to the back of it.

Y/n closed the door, sliding down it and staring at the jacket in his arms. Both my upperclassmen gave me their jackets... the protagonist from one of my romance books was given gifts by her suitors. But I can't be thinking that, why would Leona Kingscholar like me? Malleus may not be royalty— to my knowledge, but he's definitely wealthy. 

Malleus' coat slipped through y/n's fingers, it was definitely expensive, it wasn't apart of the uniform, it must be a personal one. If he had multiple of these then his fortune spoke for itself. Leona had given y/n the coat he lended him earlier in the day.