ღThose Momentsღ {Ficlet/Oneshot Collection}

♪♫Artistic Etiquette♪♫ ►Sebastian Michaelis◄

The principal stood at the front of the class announcing the resignation of the current art teacher, and now introducing the new teacher who will be teaching from there on.

 [Name] tried to keep her composure, but her [E/C] eyes couldn’t resist staring wide-eyed at the tall and fine-looking figure pacing around the room. “You’ve got to be shittin’ me…”

This new teacher was no ordinary goof or loser that faked a smile or faked praises for stick figure drawings and simple swipes of a paintbrush that ordinary teachers called ‘artwork’ out of sympathy. No.

This new teacher was straightforward, blunt—heartless, per say—and not afraid to make anyone sulk, even if it meant growing mushrooms in the corner…

Other female students also tried hiding their pink dusted cheeks while the boys scoffed at the teacher’s gracefulness. “He smells of blooming rose petals, ne?”

…But wait- that’s not the reason why [Name] was catching flies with a blank canvas standing before her.

Again, no.

This teacher was attractive, stylish, graceful, flawless and, worst of all, the one who would cause the rapid thumping of her beating heart up to her skull.

He had pale skin that glinted his cheek whenever he looked over his shoulder; his perfect polished raven hair parted in many ways was, alas, attractive—especially that single piece of strand that fell between his face, causing many swoons whenever he brushed it aside with a single digit. And last, but certainly not least, that mysterious glancing was complemented by a set of uniquely crimson hued orbs that hid underneath blinking lashes, which practically sniped an arrow through [Name]’s forehead whenever he blinked her way.

And now... his stride was something else: such careful and slow steps towards the [H/C]-haired tense girl was like hearing the Hallelujah chorus. He neared [Name] with a disappointed look on his face. “[Name], is there a specific excuse for your canvas to be blank?”

Oh, those soft vocals behind that tongue of his had her staring quite idiotically, before she slowly gazed up from the torture of her daydreaming. Actually, it took several ‘double shot’ glances to believe he was actually directing a question to her. The simple body language of Sebastian’s head tilt answered her mental question of desperation.

“U-uh—I didn’t understand…the lesson?” [Name] leeringly answered while scratching the back of her head. She let out a giggle that probably would have her wanting to smash her head against the wall.

Sebastian pushed up his glasses (of which [Name] assumed he didn’t need) and huffed a deep, hopeless sigh before bending to her level. He took her hand with the paintbrush to begin dancing the brush around in many ways possible and created a perfect work of art in a matter of swipes. All she could grasp was the echoing of a gentle, deep voice.

“You’re creating imagination with space, texture, shape and…-

‘Oh dear God.’

He held her hand with his fingers sliding between her knuckles and his palm pressed the back of her small hand; it was a manner that had her shivering; she gasped as she made eye contact with his crimson hues.

‘Now that— those eyes, is what I would yearn to sketch even if it takes me days…and then keep it under my pillow.’

Seeing that [Name] lost her focus, Sebastian stands erect now and crosses his arms over his chest. “Was that understandable, or do I have to repeat myself?”

‘No, I was too busy staring at your lips you sexy mothaf-

“Uh…-huh?” [Name] nods with her clueless half-parted lips. He chuckles and returns a teasing smirk before stalking off to critique on someone else’s painting. Her ears drummed in anxiety from that damned organ, that back-stabbing heart.

[Name]’s daydreaming was suddenly interrupted by the tapping of a pencil on her shoulder and turned her head to find an impressed, childish-looking blonde boy.

“Whoah! I thought Michaelis-Sensei would slap you upside the head for not working. Lucky you [Name]-san!” the blonde sitting next to her, Finny, chimed as he rubbed his cheek where Sebastian had used his glove to slap with for mistaking a circle with a square.

[Name] giggled. “I held my breath too.”

Lies. I summoned him on purpose~

~…~

The sound of the bell had never startled [Name] the way it had now. The paint on the holder had been knocked to the ground by a sudden jolt of her knee.

“Ooops,” was all she could say, knowing what was coming.

Sebastian halts his pen and gazes at the mess made on the (former) perfectly polished tile. “And I assume you’ll be accompanying me for an extra hour cleaning that up?”

[Name] stared at him for a long moment while her classmates bumped her shoulders as they exited the room, some mouthing ‘good luck’ and some girls glaring for her strike of luck. At the corner of her glossy lips, an invisible Cheshire grin spread while an apologetic smile coated it. She slightly bent at the waist for a respectful bow and hands hugged together in honesty. “Yes, Seb-I mean Michaelis-Sensei.”

Sebastian stares at her form for a moment before standing to pace forward, slowly taking his glasses off and cups the tip of [Name]’s chin to lock [E/C] eyes with deviant orbs that complimented the smirk on his lips, which foreshadowed lust.

…Because it was understandable by Sebastian that mistakes are only normal to human beings.

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