Safekeeping

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one –

some people are visual learners. some are kinesthetic.

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Feather-light taps on the round of his shoulder – insignificant as it is, that's their spark. It's a chance meeting in the crowded hallways of the Honors College dorms, and a sprig of curiosity to identify the owner of such fragile touches.

"Excuse me?" Her voice tickles the tips of his ears and he almost shivers at such gentleness.

Almost.

When he shifts his black eyes towards her petite figure, he notices her hair first. It's a pretty shade of indigo that shines like her eyes, which he admits, reminds him of the full moon on a clear night. Donned in a loose pullover and apple bottom jeans, he watches her finger the loose threads of her sweater.

"What."

"I– well," she stumbles through her words, fidgets underneath his criticizing gaze. "I mean, uh, never mind. Sorry for bothering you." The words spill from her lips hastily as she starts to walk away, her dark locks whipping around her shoulders.

He waits a second before reaching for her wrist; for some reason, his normally antagonistic attitude towards girls has disappeared.

"Wait," he says hesitantly, duly noting the subtle feel of her pale skin. He waits for a squeal, an elongated stare into his eyes, a quick look-me-up-and-down –anything to show that being nice to girls is a total mistake."What do you need?" He tries to make his voice sound nicer... at least, as nice as he can until the girl starts screeching in his ear.

He prepares himself mentally for the inevitable screech, but he's pleasantly surprised when he doesn't hear screaming, but instead the melodic bells of the girl's voice. "It– it's fine," she replies. He cocks an eyebrow, and she gives him a ghost of a smile to assure him. "No, really. I'll be fine. Thank you, though."

She gently removes his hand from her wrist and bows her head slightly before leaving, the encounter already brushed off and her eyes attempting to decipher the relation between the map and her surroundings.

His coal-black orbs trail her as she ambles off, and don't leave her figure until–

"Ne, ne, teme –"

"Shut up, dobe."

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Haven't posted anything in a while... in a long while, and I'm trying to get back in the mood for fanfictioning, so sorry for inexperience! drabble series, AU, 4 pairings. Thank you for reading!

Bt-dubs, I also plan on updating daily, which I told myself I would never do again, but since these are drabbles, it should be okay, right?