A short fic with short chapters inspired by the Amity moments in Owl House. Not heirverse canon but if you read it in the context of 'Game' it makes everything 1000000x funnier. At least it does for me. Enjoy and feedback is appreciated and generally means more content - even if it takes me some time to produce it :)
Crush
Gin clutched his books to his chest and took a very deep breath in and out. Aizen Sousuke was standing in the corridor speaking to a small group of students. Aizen Sousuke. And Gin was struggling to get a hold of himself before he turned into a gooey mess on the floor.
"It's okay," he told himself. "You can do this. Just walk right by and don't make eye contact and you'll be fine!"
He breathed deeply again and steeled himself, then forced his jelly legs to walk onwards. Trying to keep his eyes facing where he was going and definitely not on his extremely cute teacher. Who he definitely wasn't staring at. Not at all.
He was doing so well. He was just sailing by the man, ignoring his lovely laugh, when that familiar voice called his name.
"Gin?"
He stopped immediately and turned to face the man. Feeling heat already rushing to his much-too-pale face. The girls who'd been talking to Aizen-sensei a few moments before were giggling at him. No doubt they found his predicament hilarious.
Gin swallowed and answered. "Yes?"
Aizen walked over to him, the others being clearly dismissed. Gin's heart bashing against the cage of his ribs like a wild animal, and the moths n his belly all taking flight at once.
Ohgodhe'scomingoverhe'scomingoverhe's-
"Ah, there you are," Aizen smiled at him, bright as the goddamn sun. "I wanted to ask you how you were enjoying the book I gave you."
It took a few seconds for Gin's brain to remember how to make words, but he caught up quickly.
"Oh, uh, yeah. It's good! An' really interestin' too. 'm really enjoyin' it."
Aizen smiled at him again and Gin felt giddy. He could seriously look at that gorgeous smile all day.
"Ah, excellent," Aizen replied. "I'm glad you like it. I have another by the same author you might enjoy, then. If you liked the first one."
Gin couldn't help but grin wider at that. More books meant more interactions with the man. "Yeah, I'd like that."
"Great! I'll leave it on my desk for you, so come pick it up when you're done for the day."
Gin nodded, cheeks still flushed. "Su-sure thing."
Aizen nodded approvingly at him. "Well see you later, Gin. I've got class to teach. But we'll catch up soon, okay?"
The man waved as he walked off down the corridor, Gin waving weakly back at him. Sighing when he was finally out of sight.
"Yeah," he said softly. "See ya later."
The sound of giggling reached his ears again and he quickly remembered where he was. And with a face that felt on fire – and Gin was sure was the colour of an angry red sun – he marched away down the corridor, face hidden behind his books away from prying eyes. Hoping he hadn't been to obvious yet knowing full well he had.