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Can I Make a Deal? [Azul Ashengrotto]

"Azul?"

The young prefect's head turned around to you, "Ah, (Y/N)! How lovely to see you here. Do you need something from me?" he asked. Azul was standing behind the counter, checking to see if they needed any more drink ingredients for the Mostro Lounge. He was clad in his usual Octavinelle attire, minus the hat, coats and scarf. You stood opposite of him, staring at the bar table.

"Can we, uh," you started, "talk for a bit?"

Azul was intrigued at what you had to say, you could see it in his face. He regained composure quickly, though, gesturing to one of the bar stools. You understand his intent and sat down, leaning on the tabletop with your elbows.

"Thirsty?" Azul asked. You weren't really thirsty, but he was already preparing a drink, so you figured saying nothing would be best. The air felt...stiff. A bit too awkward for your tastes. Mostro Lounge was closed, so it didn't help that the lounge was dead silent. The twins weren't to be seen, either. It was just you and Azul.

Azul set the drink he made before you. It was blue, and was put in a martini glass with tentacle engravings on it. The drink was decorated with a chocolate seashell on the side, and overall it looked fairly appetizing. Slowly, you sipped the drink. It was actually fairly delicious. The liquid was sweet and fruity, but not too strong. You didn't even notice yourself smiling until Azul chimed in.

"I see you're enjoying it, haha." he commented while putting the ingredients under the counter. The statement made you blush, and you turned away from his gaze, sipping your drink again.

"It's pretty good, actually. You should make these more often."

Azul chuckled, "They aren't limited or anything, you know. It's permanently on the menu."

You set down your almost-empty glass, "I know, I know. I meant you should make these more often. I never knew you could make decent food."

The prefect pouted at the somewhat backhanded compliment. "Well," Azul said, "I do sometimes. Though, it's only if either Jade or Floyd calls in sick or something."

"Well, what if they both call in sick?"

"Then the lounge will be closed."

You both chuckled at his answer. Azul's pretty fun to be around after hours , you thought to yourself. He had a pretty nice laugh, too. A pretty smile, as well. He was just...pretty, especially when he was happy. It made your heart do backflips. Hell, it HAS been making your heart do backflips. Ever since the overblot fiasco, you've been crushing on the guy hard. He was cunning, intelligent and secretive and those traits alone enticed you. His looks didn't help with that one bit, and soon enough you found yourself head over heels for the octopus.

"So," Azul snapped you back to reality with a serious tone, "what did you want to talk about?"

"O-oh, yeah," you stuttered. You almost forgot about that.

"I wanted to ask if I could, uh...make a deal? With you?"

Azul cocked his head to the side, "Is that so? Then, you know my policies, I assume?"

You looked at him seriously, "Yep. I've been meaning to make a deal with you about this for a bit, so I've had time to, uh," you looked away with a blush, rubbing the back of your neck, "study the rules."

Azul fidgets with his bow tie, "Well, alright then. What would you like to make a deal for?"

"I wanted to know if...my crush likes me back."

"Oh? How intriguing. (Y/N) has a crush~." He mocked. Your face was beet red, and he chuckled lightly at it. "Though, I hope you know I cannot perform miracles. Do I know this person?"

"Uh, I mean, yeah? In a way, you do."

Azul squinted his eyes, "You sound unsure. Are you positive you want to do this-"

"Yes!" you blurted out. It made Azul jolt, and you silently apologized. Clearing your throat, you restarted, "A-ah, I mean, yes, I'm sure." You gave him a firm nod for good measure.

"Very well, then. Who is the person in question?"

You took a deep breath. This was the part you expected and dreaded. Fiddling with your fingers, you started.

"Well, he's pretty smart. He's got good grades. He's talented at what he does. Oh, he's also-"

"(Y/N), it would be easier for me if I could have his basic information." Azul interrupted. You laughed awkwardly and started over for him.

"Uh, he's in Octavinelle."

"Great taste in men, I see," he replied. Azul laughed at his own joke before letting you continue.

"...He's a second year."

"Mhm." Azul began nodding along.

"He has blue eyes and lilac-colored wavy hair."

"Okay."

"He wears glasses, has a mole next to his mouth..."

"Alright."

"...and his name starts with 'A'."

"I see." Azul replied before letting silence fall.

"...Azul?"

Realization dawned on the boy's face, and oh, how red his face turned. His glasses went crooked and his eyes widened as he processed your words. Your expression matched his, as your face was bright red, too. Despite his blushing, though, you couldn't tell if he felt the same way towards you. You silently awaited his answer.

Calming down, Azul straightened his glasses. He cleared his throat, regaining composure.

"I-I see," he said, "I accept your request. However, must I remind you that all my deals come with a price?"

You looked up at him, "O-oh, yeah. Name your price, then."

Azul took a deep breath, "You ask for me to tell you if your crush returns your feelings. In return...," He then slid his hand across the bar counter, and it landed on yours. His gloved thumb gently rubbed the back of it.

"...I'd like your heart."

You heart was pounding out of your chest as if it literally wanted to be Azul's. You turned your hand upwards, interlocking Azul's and your fingers together. You smiled and giggled.

"That was the cheesiest pickup line I've ever heard, Azul."

Azul smirked, "You think yours was less cheesy? Though, I'll admit, the buildup was quite impressive, ahaha!" You both laughed with each other, and your chest felt light and fluffy. It was such a good feeling, and you never wanted it to stop.

"Well, (Y/N)? Are you willing to pay such a price?" Azul said with a smirk.

You stood up from the bar stool, leaning in closer to him, "Of course, Azul." The Octavinelle prefect then reached a hand up to your face, cupping your cheek. He caressed it gently, admiring your features.

"Well, we have ourselves a deal. Now," He leaned in closer to you, "to fulfill my part of it."

Fireworks went off in your head as your lips met. Azul continued to hold your face, and his touch was just as soft as his lips. You never felt more relieved, but you also never felt more in love. It was clear Azul felt the same, that much was certain. The way he kissed you confirmed his affections, and it made butterflies form in your stomach.

If they all were to end like this, then perhaps you may have to make deals with Azul more often.