the art of obsession

chapter 3

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Sebastian was one suave man

Ever since they first introduced one another, poor y/n could help but blush unconsciously at his actions. His words came out smooth and passionate. Almost like if he were speaking old Shakespearean tales.

On Sebastian's account, he couldn't help but snicker in his mind. Seeing the girl so flustered around him even if he talked brought a chuckle to his lips. Which he would quickly cover up by a simple cough.

Now in a sun lit room provided by the various windows located on each wall, both Sebastian and Y/n were in the bright baby blue colored workers lounge.

In it contained black marble counter tops that held coffee makers, microwaves, and even a stove. Next to it, was a large silver refrigerator with colorful notes of reminders held on with different shapes of magnets, couches were located not to far from the miniature kitchen. In the middle of the room stood work tables were most employees worked.

"Looks like it's time for lunch" Sebastian mumbled under his breath. Y/n looked at the clock located above the door, reading '10:58 am'.

Workers started getting up and heading to retrieve their meals from the refrigerator. As on cue, both employees stood up and made their way over to also retrieve their lunch.

"Hey, I was thinking maybe you could join me for lunch" Sebastian spoke as the woman pulled out her lunch box. It was a yellow-blue metal box, on it contained stickers of various brands and even characters from shows/movies he's recognized, some not. But what made a smile form on his lips was the super hero figure that laid secretly under the stickers. A worn out print of Captain America stood proudly along with the rest of The Avengers from Marvel movies.

"Oh um I actually had plans with some of my patients...I'm sorry maybe next time?" Y/n said genuinely sorry. Sebastian chuckled and rubbed his pale chin lightly, "It's fine, Yes I think next time would be perfect" he grinned looking down at her.

She nodded and waved a goodbye at him before leaving the room, red eyes following her frame.

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Once she arrived in the cafeteria, loud chatter and clinks of plastic trays hit the tables. She unconsciously held her lunch box closely to her as well as her papers. Her eyes scanned from corner to corner trying to find at least a familiar face.

Y/n herself had a hard time with dealing with social situations herself.

The cafeteria was quite large considering the amount of patients and workers that attended U.A. The cream walls complemented the white tables with black cushioned chairs that were bolted to the ground as a precaution, and the lunch workers that put the food for the patients on their trays. A line that went across the walls was formed. Reminding the h/c girl of high school cafeterias.