Prince
He was beautiful. Szayel knew that. Everyone told him so. And because everyone told him so, probably it s true. However, as science would say, there is the possibility of a sampling error. It is an error when conducting surveys, so he was a bit doubtful. But it was a curse he d dare say. No one but only the vain would like to be chased by a horde of women. Oh no, not he, he d rather be in the school s science lab, or in the library.

Okay, he d be honest, he sometimes found it flattering, but sometimes it s downright frightening, especially when Valentine comes around. Curse that bloody day. But really, he d rather flaunt his magnificent prefrontal cortex than his beauty. Couldn t anyone see he was a genius and not the pretty boy they think he was? And yes, for those who would often make the mistake. He is a male. They should ask for his tutorials because he was a genius not because he was handsome, or because they want something else. It annoys him really, and he wasn t a person who s easily pissed. Well, who wouldn t be pissed? When you had a gothic emo girl, specifically named as Cirucci Thunderwicci, you will think of your exams as heaven, because every minute in a break, she ll be there, trying to scare off competition . But really, it s just petty bullying, if you d ask him. He used to help the girl after they bullied her, but since it tended to get a lot worse, he ended up refusing to help.

Not only did it scare off the other girls, it gave him the reputation of a stuck-up snob, which he actually wasn t, although he might have a sarcastic mouth. He envied his brother. He had a lot of friends, and he has an ordinary college life. He hated that stupid trio who started a bloody fan club for him.

Mean girls, that was what described the three the most, Cirucci, and the inseparable Menoly and Lenoly. Honestly, he doesn t know what to do with them. Okay, he knew he was perfect, and to good to be true, but that didn t mean they could do stuff like that about him. And then, right after they knew him, his things started to disappear. It was horrifying to him, him who was always so perfectly organized.

Szayel sighed. Ever since the beginning he never really had a lot of friends. They were usually put off by his unusual intellect. He had always seemed to them someone who tried to act as if he knew everything, and sometimes he claims that too. Yes, he can get egoistic especially when he talks about his intellect. He knew he was smart and he sometimes flaunted it too much for anyone to tolerate. He knew that, and was just too prideful to admit it.

He sighed and smoothed his silky, strawberry, pinkish, or whatever-color-you-call-it-colored-hair in place. Beautiful, that was how they would describe him, then, perfect. His favorite, genius, came, annoyingly, only at the third. But if you think that was the only thing that Szayel had to cope with for his college, you were wrong. He still had those annoying teachers who knew nothing but give them stupid drills that he had almost memorized to the hilt. He is that great.

The next annoying thing was that, as he had implied earlier, they often mistake him as a girl. He knows and accepts why. He didn t have the physique of a man, and the soft contours of his face didn t help and nor did the fact that he was never good at sports. He wasn t violent and wasn t a troublemaker either. He just didn t seem manly. Perhaps the only reason why he wasn t bullied was because he seemed too aloof to be bullied, or because his brother was Ylfordt Grantz.

So alone, sometimes it was his choice, but sometimes he yearned for comfort that no one ever gave, no one could give and someone refused for him.

That was until he met her.

AN Forgive my idiocy. Would have posted this as a one-shot and then I remembered it's a two shot. Ahahaha...

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