Bullets and Pastries | Granger x Guinevere MLBB ☆COMPLETED☆

Bullet #31: Miss Periwinkles

Guinevere looked at the piece of burnt paper. She kept reading the same sentence for the nth time now. Her mind was elsewhere instead of the words written all over the old ripped page.

'Who would even concentrate if your hand was being held by Moniyan Empire's hottest marksman beside you??' Guinevere can't help but fangirl. Her other fellow shippers would probably kill her with envy if they knew!

Yep. Instead of going back to her original seat, which was opposite of his, Guinevere now occupied Granger's previous chair. Holding hands was much comfortable this way instead of sitting across each other. Besides the fact that the table was wide, they could easily get caught by the one-eyed head librarian if they did so.

That's right. Guinevere's left hand was taken hostage by Granger's right hand and were hidden inside his hoodie's pocket. And she had many concerns. Number 1 on the list was: her hands might start to get sweaty!

She took a clandestine peek at the handsome man with cool white streaked hair beside her. Granger was busy drafting a copy of the ripped dark wizard's journal on a piece of blank paper with the picture of it on his phone. She never knew Granger would be both left and right handed. The training at the Temple of Light is rather hardcore!!

'Guinevere Baroque! Be ashamed! Go focus on the research! You finally have the important piece of info in your hand-- Ah! Don't even think about hands right now!' Guinevere gripped Granger's hand, she couldn't contain her fangirling thoughts.

It was useless. She was very distracted. She had to admit, though his hand was big and calloused, it was still warm and comforting. It was like putting a freshly cooked pancake on your palm. She still couldn't believe she agreed to hold hands with the Death Chanter inside the Imperial Library which abhorred any public display of affection.

Guinevere's mind traveled back to 10 minutes earlier.

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600 seconds earlier

"A kiss on the lips..." Granger dropped the bomb.

Guinevere's eyes bulged out the moment she heard words she couldn't imagine the famed Death Chanter would utter. She would have believed it if the one Granger was talking to was Mister Alucard. Something flashed in her mind with the mention of kissing. It was a hazy memory from two years ago.

Gusts of strong wind. Trees. Red eyes. Purple light. Blonde man. Kiss.

'OH MY GORD! That's right! My first kiss was stolen by a blonde stranger!! Two years ago!! At the dark forest at that!! Why am I remembering it now?! How many other stuff have I forgotten?!' Guinevere internally panicked.

Guinevere stood there frozen when Granger cupped her cheeks, drawing his face closer to hers. Guinevere got dizzy looking at Granger's intense red orbs and immediately closed her eyes. For the second time, her kiss that was reserved for her first boyfriend would be stolen again.

Then suddenly a ball of dark energy came flying towards the them. With Granger's fast reflex, he pulled the shorter girl close to him, whirling their bodies around.

BAM!!

"Guini! Are you okay?!" The taller man checked Guinevere's well being.

"I-I'm fine. That's enough surprises for me. Not good for my poor heart..." Guinevere pushed the taller man away and patted her chest, her heart was hammering like crazy. And her face must be red as tomato right now. She couldn't believe they almost kissed!!

"W-We can't d-do that...k-kiss thing!!" Finally regaining the strength on her knees, Guinevere vehemently refused at the thought of kissing the wife-material Granger.