Y/N's POV
"Luca? Luca...!?" I called as I entered the place where the young prodigy worked in; the great inventor's laboratory. It was normal for me to be inside here, since the great inventor himself does favor me as if I was his child. Besides, I'm not staying for long. I just wanted to give Luca something... I hope he likes it.
Different machines and inventions littered all around, some hanging onto the ceiling while others sparked out and lit up in rhythm. It was honestly scary, yet so interesting and mesmerizing. I can see why Luca loved it here. He has always been quite the Tinkerbell. And honestly, I don't mind. It made him adorable in my eyes. The thought made me blush madly as I quickly walked to a weird but really eye-catching invention at the side.
It had Luca's imprints all over it, you could easily tell it was his invention due to how amateur but peculiar it looked. The scrappy, yet we'll made exterior shone lightly as a clean line of current passed by a few seconds. I wanted to touch it. It looked really interesting.
As I reached over with my unprotected hand, a gloved one went and quickly snatched it away from the machine. "Y/N! D-don't touch it, you'll hurt yourself!" The familiar voice of Luca scolds as he gripped my hand tightly, yet gently. As if he was afraid my wrist would break if he held it roughly with his large covered hands.
I turned to face Luca. His slightly long brown hair was pulled back neatly into a short ponytail behind his head, and his dark-bluish eyes held this sense of worry, yet was filled with passion and joy. The way his light skin tone made his dark hair and eyes pop out was amazing, and I loved every inch of him.
I didn't even realize that I was staring, until his brow raised and his worried frown turned to a confused smile. My face blew up to 50 shades of red, quickly pulling my hand away before I became wayyy too obvious. Honestly, I was glad that Luca was such a dense but smart idiot. It had saved my composure for so many times already.
Turning back to the creation, I stared at it with interest as I cooled my burning face down. "Is this the one you were talking about, Luca?" I asked curiously, pointing at the unfinished invention. "Yes actually, it's not yet stable as of now and might electrocute you if not handled with protection. S-so sorry for grabbing you harshly earlier," he said, his cute stutter showing up every now and then. He had developed one for about two years already. Probably because he's been shocked so much from his creations.
"That's okay. And your invention is pretty interesting Luca. Maybe one day you'll get the recognition you deserve," I said softly with a smile, turning to look at the great inventor who had come to us. "Right, sir?" I asked as I looked up to the man.
The great inventor stared at Luca's invention, and his eyes held something I never expected from him; Envy. He snapped out of his trance and turned his gaze towards us. "Oh, yes indeed."
There was something off with the great inventor, but I just shrugged it off as I remember my purpose as to why I came here. "Oh by the way Luca," I said, pulling out some new and clean gloves from my pockets. "I made you some gloves, since yours is getting pretty old."
Luca's face lit up as he quickly grabbed the gift, making me blush when his hands brushed against mine. "Wow, t-thanks Y/N! I'll cherish them forever!" He beamed, grinning at me goofily.
Seeing his happy face made my heart skip a beat. And the thought of not seeing it was painful for me, so I was happy that even if was only such a small price to pay, I am one of the few people that can make him like that.
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Things have happened so fast... I wasn't able to catch up properly.
There was an uproar regarding the death of the great inventor, and Luca being blamed for murder! He was taken guilty for a crime he didn't even commit, and was sentenced to be hanged in a public execution.
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