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Spanner: A Gentle Touch


Your brows furrowed at the equation scrawled on the paper in front of you. "Can you explain this part again?" you asked, turning to the blonde sitting at your left.

"Hmm." Spanner propped up his head on his arm and angled his eyes to read the problem. You glanced at your fellow classmate who excelled in mathematics and science, but more specifically mechanics and engineering.

Letting out an indignant huff, you glared at the papers that threatened to fly away as the winds picked up erratically. You slammed your hand over the worksheets before they could be carried off with the wind.

You were currently sitting at a table positioned just outside the school, reviewing over the week's lectures. You had forcibly pulled Spanner aside to tutor you and help review the material. You were frustrated with how difficult it was to understand the concepts and you envied the blonde who easily breezed through the lessons and aced the exams when he hardly even attended class.

"This," Spanner began, pointing at the first step on your paper, "should be the given equation. Now, do you know what you're supposed to be solving for?" His green eyes fell on your confused expression but you stubbornly wanted to prove you were capable of solving this basic problem.

"Height – but I need to find the velocity first, right?" you asked, tracing your finger along the diagram.

"Yeah, but not using this equation," Spanner explained evenly. He leaned in closer, angling his body towards you more. You tried not to think too much of the proximity and decided learning was far more important. "Move all this to one side and cross these out, then divide – "

"Wait a second! Slow down!" You raised your hand to halt him from continuing.

"Sorry about that." Spanner paused in his instruction while you rewrote the steps.

You squeaked as the subdued breeze suddenly escalated into strong winds that disheveled your clothes and left your hair tragically unkempt. You were grateful the papers remained under the paperweight you had placed atop. You however, were not as fortunate in escaping nature's wrath.

"Ugh, my hair!" you complained in a restrained voice. You put down your writing utensil to amend your hair into its original style as the fierce winds continued. Desperately you combed your fingers through tangled locks, but you stiffened momentarily when Spanner's fingers entangled themselves in your locks and gently tugged them down in an effort to tame the craziness on your head. 'Woah! Spanner's touching my hair! He's helping me fix it…' you thought as you slightly ducked your head in embarrassment.

You snuck a glance to your left to look at the blonde who was smiling as he helped to re-tame the left side of your hair. You combed down the right side of your hair with your fingers as the winds died down to a playful breeze.

You stared at him with a surprised expression, almost in disbelief that he even possessed a side of him that was gentle and chivalrous. You watched his emerald eyes scan the other side of your hair to the top of your head.

He smiled pleasantly as his fingers ran down your hair in a final sweep. The tips of his fingers lightly brushed over your skin, making it tingle as his fingers glided down your left cheek to your chin. "Perfect."

"Thanks," you hastily said and offered an appreciative smile. His calm smile slowly dissipated as he began to lean down towards you. You panicked inwardly, heart leaping, as the distance between you quickly lessened and then…another strong gust of wind blew. Spanner stiffened as the harsh wind forced him to shut his eyes while the gusts lifted your tresses and blew it every which way.

You laughed embarrassedly to break the now awkward atmosphere and said, "Strange weather we're having." This opportunity may have been lost but you knew another chance would come for you to get closer to the Italian genius.

The man beside you held a hand over his mouth as a slight blush dusted his cheeks. Upon seeing this, your mouth curved into an innocent-like smile as you began devising ways to further reveal the different sides of Spanner.

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