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THE BELL'S RINGING instantly perked everyone up. Students burst out of their seats and began to waltz out of their classroom, eager to go back home and laze about.
Ciel Phantomhive was one of those eager students—although his reason was by far, the most acceptable one out of everyone else. He had to go back to one of his case the Queen of England had assigned him to take on, and he couldn't wait much longer to solve it.
His facial expression calmed down a bit at the sight of his butler, Sebastian Michaelis. He walked towards the tall man at a brisk pace, returning to his straightened poise despite the aching of his back due to his heavy bag.
"Let's go, Sebastian," he says firmly, keeping a low tone in case he was in earshot. "I have no time to waste."
Sebastian's face contorted with worry. He stooped down to Ciel's height, glancing at his trusty stopwatch.
"But I'm afraid I cannot, young master," the butler apologized, keeping a calm, collected face as he watched the boy's expression turn angry.
"What?" He snapped, a crease forming on his forehead as he continued to give Sebastian a heavy glare. "I'm done with all my classes. Let's go!"
Sebastian smirked. "All your classes?" He asked. "You seem to be forgetting your extracurricular one."
Ciel was ready to hit him hard on the face, when he stopped mid-air. Sebastian was right.
"Oh... right, right. My art class," he said, the crease on his forehead vanishing. "Fetch me around five then." He said before turning away.
Ciel was never the "arty" one, and everybody knew that. He always held the lowest possible scores on every artwork they had, so it was a surprise for everyone to know about the news.
He hated art. He didn't like to draw. He didn't understand the concept of harmonizing colors. He hated how pencil graphite would stain the sides of his fingers. He would've just stormed out of the class and never showed up if it weren't for a certain girl.
Yes, that's right—Ciel Phantomhive, the Queen's secret Guard Dog, has a crush on a girl taking art class as an extracurricular. No one would've thought in a million years for him to like someone, let alone a girl like (Y/N).
Ahh, he loved seeing her draw. Everything about her seems to be unreal—the way how the pencil creates such smooth lines on the canvas amazes him. He adored how you seem to make a single sheet of paper come to life.
He went crazy at the sight of your usual smile whenever you were drawing. Seeing the passion burning in your eyes, and transferring it into paper was enough for his breath to be taken away.
He ran towards the class, the distracting sound of his heavy shoes hitting the floor and his desperate gasps for air made everyone turn their heads to him, including (Y/N).
Ignoring the glares his classmates gave him, he went over to the table where (Y/N) sat next to. As usual, she was drawing away in her thick sketch pad.
She met his gaze, and smiled. "Hey, Ciel!" She chirped.
He felt like fainting. He quickly mustered a small, forced grin and chuckled. "Hello, (Y/N),"
