Metanoia, a Ghost Bird Fanfic

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Sean P.O.V.

My thoughts fly back to less than an hour ago, when Slate was in my class. I know he's coming here after I receive a text from Gabe and Nate, saying slate Slate was injured in a fight in gym class. I instantly anger at the thought of someone hurting him, he's way too tiny.

I remember his unique name from my Japanese class, although it wasn't just his name that demanded my attention.

The moment he walked I couldn't take my eyes off of him, he was barely 5 feet, a tiny thing. He's extraordinarily beautiful, eyes so green I could tell their color even when he sat in the back of the classroom. Many others, including my brothers, shamelessly stared at him throughout the class too.

I'm curious about him to say the least. I couldn't be more excited now that I finally have one on one time with him, even though I hate it had to be at the expense of that button nose.

But it gave me an excuse to get closer to him.

Even with a seriously damaged nose I've never in my life seen someone as cute as him. And I visit babies at the hospital daily every day! Babies are ungodly cute!

When I reach for his face he lunges backward, his head hitting the wall behind him. Panic crawls into his eyes and my stomach drops at the look, I try not to freak out but everything inside of me is clawing at the idea of someone hurting him enough to cause him to react that way.

He instantly tries to brush it off, I pretend not to think anything of it for his sake, but really I'm searching his body trying to find any signs of abuse.

"I'm going to touch you again, I need to examine that cute nose of yours and I can't do that if it's pointing toward the floor ok?" I say quietly.

He nods yes, but not before pink dusts his cheeks, suddenly becoming bashful. I was expecting him to shrug me off just like he tossed away all the notes he received from his peers in my class.

Instead he looked at me with doe eyes as pink dusted his cheeks. I wasn't prepared for such a genuine response, I wasn't expecting my heart beat to skyrocket the moment my fingers touched his face.

I can't help but light up at that, finding the idea of The Slate Sorenson, heart throb of sophomore year is actually shy.

The more I flirt with him the redder he gets, genuinely caught off guard.

In class he seemed so aloof, people approached him and passed notes the entire time and he never even glanced at them, making them work for it.

But now I know it's quite the opposite, at a simple compliment he melted into a stuttering, blushing mess in my office. He has no clue that he draws people in.

Not only is it absolutely adorable, it's also a good way to distract him so I can find other injuries.

I gently prodded at his face, checking for a broken nose and the like while secretly enjoying our proximity, flirting lightly and getting a blush in reward each time.

I find he's even more exquisite up close, big green eyes framed with long eyelashes staring back at me. At closer inspection I'm delighted to find flecks of silver surrounding his pupils which sparkle in the light.

I find the longer my fingertips play across his skin the harder it is to pull away. The more I try to memorise his features the more interesting they become. It's almost intimidating, the thought I could probably stare into these eyes for hours and still find them so interesting.

I know it's strange I'm drawn to him so quickly, especially because until now I was undeniably straight.

Don't get me wrong I don't have a problem with other people being attracted to someone of the same gender. Or gender neutral, fluid, you name it, love is love.