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A/N: 9+OC, 3x9 [not obvious at all, but an important thing to note]
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A sudden thump. The pacing defragments into quicker beats, multiplying into anxiousness giving birth to blushes and biting lips. Fingers that fidget through strands of hair to obscure fleeting glances to the side and back.
He's sitting there. Calm exterior, unpolished appearance and unaware of himself. Short cropped hair and a profile that begs to be immortalized in marble. Grey eyes, pensive and rarely wandering in attention.
A sudden burst of rapid emotion.
Dammit, he caught her!
Another hard blush, cheeks tainted with give-away pink. Eyes closed and she places her forehead onto the cool pages of the book, unwilling to look up.
She raises her head, sweeps long bangs away from her face. Warns her will that she absolutely refuses to turn around and acknowledge his presence. But...
She has to turn as Trowa nudges her with his foot, drawing her attention back to him. He's sitting next to her, eyes drifting over her sudden flush and saddened eyes. Small motions towards the chapter and back towards the lecturing instructor.
She swallows, bites her lip and decides upon one last dangerous glance before diverging her attention back to the lesson.
She shifts her body a little, wanting to see that absolutely perfect profile again...and he's staring right at her.
A tilt of his head, an unnoticeable upturn of his lips to see that she's caught his attention. Eyebrows relaxed above those eyes of his, facial expression supple and subtly inquiring.
She snaps her vision away from him, the blush impossible to deny, the appeal of him digging its way into her subconscious and threatening never to release her.
*It's got to be those eyes...and he reminds me of...*
"May I obtain permission to change my seat?"
That accented voice. The deep lilt at the end of words, rounded sounds and softened edges of his consonants. That voice, gently pushing, innocently obscene.
Professor waving him off, nodding curtly and continuing along his current flow of information.
She re-closes her eyes, focusing her attention instead on her inner brain. Threatening to split it apart if it doesn't convert all thoughts of him into something else. Someone else.
Holding her hands against her ears, unwilling to risk hearing him again.
She can feel the air move. A slight shifting in feeling. The air behind her smoother, heavier. The smell of deeply hidden ice and breaking glacier.
She opens one eye, the other proceeding anxiously. Lowers her hands, begins to breath harsher as the pristine smell hits her even heavier.
Turning, shifting her feet around to extricate herself from her seat she catches the sight of the white cotton.
Sight trailing to the left, up, up, up until reaching a small smile, cheekbones high and pronounced gracefully onto a face she'd not yet managed to inquire or study.
His eyes were more amused than they'd been across the room.
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A/N: one shot writing excercise. i wrote this after a really weird feeling that i got from someone in my own class...which in turn inspired the first paragraph, which is completely about this person [as well as the second one]...and my stupid reaction towards his presence, dangit. and from there came this..._;
expansion of this fic possible with feeback or if i actually garner some inspiration. for now, it's just a one-shot.
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