Bleu Wolf's Desk

Gusion: *turns off the light* Would you like to hear a joke?

Hairstylist: Oh come on, I’ve done this many times. Don’t worry about it. 

*after rework*

Alucard: Can you sing other songs while we’re in the elevator?

Saber: It’s going down for real. 

Alpha: Baby we going down down down down down

Zilong: WTF? What happened?

Gussion: Are you hurt?

Alucard:Is someone dying?

Lancelot: No...

Alu, Zi, Gussion: Then??

Lancelot: This clothes look so damn fab! I should go to prison for this!

Alucard: *arms full of Pockys* Does this look like a murder weapon? *kicks front door open* GET OFF MY DICK!

Alucard and Zilong as best friends. Contains minor ZiluFrey or Zilong/Freya also other common ML ships (e.g. ClintxLayla, LancelotxOdette). I’m deeply sorry for any grammatical errors and spellings. I’ve proofread this but in case I missed something...

VICTORY

  “Good work, team.” says a blond haired female warrior. Her golden armour shining under the bright sun. Her wings slowly fading away as she cancels her inner Valkyrie.

 Layla, the twin ponytail gunner, collapsed to the ground. “God, that was so hard!” She whined making her cowboy boyfriend chuckled. Clint was on the opposite team for today’s match. He was the dominating one during the early game but he was impressed that his girlfriend’s team managed to do a comeback.

 (If only that motherfucker Akai didn’t fall asleep at the base)

 “You did great, babe.” Clint praised, helping Layla up to her feet. She leaned against him for support and they left the arena along with the others. Only except one.

 Zilong stared at the crumbled ruins of the red team’s base. Minions swept away the red stone and rebuild the main tower. The other minions did the same for the rest of the arena. The announcer warned for previous heroes to leave the arena for the next match to be prepared. Zilong would be as happy as the others when they came the winner but since the past few days, he felt empty.

 As if someone was missing…

 “Zi?”

 The eastern warrior turned around and met Freya. The blond haired Valkyrie had one brow raised in a questioning manner. Her shield and sword were gone, probably stored in her secret weapon dimension. “Is there something wrong?” She asked.

 Of all the females in the Land of Dawn, Freya was the one closest to him. They used to be the worst enemies but one single match made them close friends. Freya owed Zilong for protecting her from enemies and Zilong, on the other hand, owed Freya for helping him with one of his mission. From then on, they became best friends.

 Maybe even better.

 “Zi, are you okay?” She asked again when she got no answer form her long haired fighter. “You’re spacing out a lot lately.”

 Zilong shook his head. He shared many things with Freya but not this one. “It’s nothing. I was just thinking?”

 “About what?”

 The spearman bit his bottom lip in thought. He needed a good lie to distract Freya from getting any suspicious thoughts. “It’s a about my father. We had a serious talk last week.”

 Thankfully Freya knew about his trip to the dragon king. The girl’s face melted into something calm and nodded with a long ‘oh’. “If  it’s about the dragon king, then that is not my business. Sorry I asked.”

 “It’s okay.”

 Freya and Zilong walked together to the lobby. Heroes walked around, some injured some are not, and minions scampered about with their weapons. A few carried cleaning supplies and broken parts from previous match. A group of heroes ran past them towards a gate with a timer ticking over it. The timer indicates when the player is about to arrive at the match.

 The two fighters headed for a bar outside of the fighting arena. There weren’t many people because it’s the end of the Season which means players are pushing for their ranks (some even slipped down on their way up). Freya and Zilong sat at the bar counter. Freya ordered Blue Buff while Zilong got himself some Red Reaper.

 The male fighter kept his gaze around the bar. There was a performance on stage - a stage play. A group of people sat in a corner, playing poker. Hookers got themselves comfortable with the customers and even pulled some to the back. The two fighters enjoyed their drinks, occasionally shared some small talks.

 Then, Zilong’s eyes caught a familiar sight walking into the bar. Tall, blond haired in a long blue coat. His metal gauntlet was missing, exposing the glowing purple demon arm which strike the Dragonborn odd. He came in empty handed without his favourite sword.

 Zilong watched the young man took large strides to the other side of the bar, slightly darker than the rest. People murmured at the sight him. A man yelled profanities at him and women showed looks of disgust. But the young man paid no heed to them. He just sat down at the lone table and looked out of the window. A waitress came to pick up his order.

 The dragon knight turned to his partner. Freya had finished her glass and ordered another. Apparently, she had no battles in the upcoming hour so she was free to do what she wants. These days, Freya and Zilong were hardly pick during the match unlike the others especially the new arrivals.

 “Hey, I’m gonna go meet a friend.” He told her. Freya looked at him, popping a bar nut in her mouth. She nodded without saying anything and Zilong stood up. He walked away from the counter and headed for the young hunter sitting alone in the dark.

 Alucard was too preoccupied in his thoughts to even notice a long haired fighter coming his way. He jumped up when someone knocked on the table. Alucard looked up and noticed his friend, Zilong. “Oh, it’s you.” He mumbled, sounding emotionless like a robot. Alucard turned his gaze back to the table top.

 Zilong sat down opposite of the demon hunter. “Hey buddy.” He said, with a smile. “It’s been a long time. How have you been?”

 Alucard mumbled what sounded like ‘Fine, like always’. The waitress from earlier came back and placed Alucard’s whiskey along with a glass. Zilong watched his friend popping open the bottle and poured the clear liquid into the glass. Then, the blond fished out a box of cigarette from his coat pocket and lit one. He dragged on the stick and blew out the smoke from his mouth.

 Zilong looked down at his hands. The Alucard in front of him is so different then the one he had been friends with many years ago. He remembered it all too well. Alucard was like a delinquent and quite barbaric. He had short messy white hair and wore red coat. He never covered the demonic arm with a gauntlet and his sword was a giant rectangular one.

 The old demon hunter was feared when he first stepped into the Land of Dawn. He was the hardest one to kill and Zilong remembered how it made him crazy seeing Alucard coming out of a 1vs5 fresh as a daisy despite the enemies supporting heavy wounds.

 What happened to that happy, loud demon hunter he had been best friends with?

 There has been a disease outbreak recently. It had no cure and it infected almost everyone. It weakens heroes and some were no longer able to fight due to the virus. Sadly, there is no cure although oddly enough a few recovered after getting struck by this disease. Heck, these people even got stronger.

 There was no official name for this phenomenon but the heroes called it Moonton.

 Zilong heard Alucard got infected pretty badly. Each passing day he got weaker and weaker to the point that he was not allowed for Rank matches. He had done many healing procedures but the results were negative.

 Could that be the reason for Alucard’s change of attitude?

 “Is something wrong?” Scott turned to him. Ayanami looked away to hide his tomato flushed face. “If you have trouble with your studies, you can tell me.”

 Ayanami tried to come up with an excuse but instead he became a blubbering fool. His fingers dug into the fabric of his hoodie. He just wished anyone to come up and distract Scott. There is no way he is going to tell the truth.

 “You okay, Ayanami?” He heard the pure concern in that husky voice. Ayanami looked down. Should he tell him? Should he confess? Several negative thoughts assaulted him.

 What if he felt weird after that?

What if he hates it?

 What if he’s homophobic? Surely, he’ll hate you for as long as you live.

 He doesn’t love you.

 Enough! He shook his head. Ayanami took a deep breath and faced the music. He braved himself to look up and looked at the handsome face in front of him. Seeing Scott’s calm blue eyes, the frowning dark brows, the small rosy lips-

 How can he do this?

 “Sir, there’s something I should tell you.” He started, voice soft but almost inaudible. Scott raised a brow.

 “Go on…”

 Ayanami took a deep breath again. “Sir…” He paused, hesitating. “SirI’minlovewithyou!”

 Scott chuckled at him. Mentally, Ayanami was beating himself up. Now, Scott thinks he’s being ridiculous.

 “Slow down there. Didn’t quite catch what you just said…”

 Ayanami swallowed the lump in his throat. He said, slowly this time. “I’m in love with you…”

 The young man turned away instantly as he said that. Ayanami didn’t know Scott’s reaction. What emotion is on his face - anger, confusion, happiness?

 The silence felt like an eternity before Scott spoke again. “I thought so…”

 That was not the answer he was expected. Ayanami turned to face the man. His brows shot up and his eyes wide as saucers. His jaw dropped and from the amused look on Scott’s face, he must have looked funny.

 “Y-you knew?”

 “Isn’t it obvious?” Scott leaned back against the bench, arms spread on the back. “You were staring at me during class. You didn’t stare at other lecturers but me. Besides, your face went red everytime you’re near me.”

 “Oh…” was all he could say. Ayanami hoped for a hole to swallow him up this instant. His own crush noticed him staring and even daydreaming. He knew the telltale signs of someone being head over heels.

 Scott smiled and wrapped an arm around the younger’s shoulder. He pulled the other closer and Ayanami thought for a moment that he had trouble breathing. Did Scott actually just pulled him closer? For what? And why?

“You look cute when you blush.”

 Ayanami choked at the statement. His face was heating up and Ayanami was worried he might explode. “Stop that.” He scooted away. Scott looked very amused.

 “D-don’t joke like that.” Ayanami exclaimed. His face was red and he was hugging his body as if Scott had offended him. “It’s n-not funny!”

 Scott laughed. It was the beautiful sound ever. Ayanami felt like swooning.

 “Do I look like I’m joking?” Scott said, sliding closer. Ayanami made a small noise when he felt the other person pressing close against him. Scott’s one arm hugged the smaller frame and the other placed over Ayanami’s hand. The action made the younger man froze.

 “Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.” Scott buried his nose into the jet black hair. Ayanami was on the edge of passing out. This was escalating too quickly even for him. “You smelled good. Red looks good on you.”

 “Thanks…”

 “To be honest, Aya.” Scott rested his head on the other. Ayanami sighed and tried to relax. Isn’t this what he wanted? Besides, Scott was being gentle even after he had confess.

 That’s a good sign right?

 “I do have feelings for you too.”

 That doesn’t sound good. Sure, Scott might share the same feelings but what if he meant the opposite? He could also mean negative feelings. What if he’s only acting? Ayanami shivered at the thought of Scott lying about his actual feelings by acting like he cared.

 “When you first walked into my class, I thought I saw the most beautiful angel from heaven.” Scott said, his voice velvety smooth. “You were a bit different, nothing compared to the other guys. They were rough, a bit of a showoff. I’ve met the gentle ones but you were more special. You’re gentle but I can see that you can be aggressive when you need to. You’re not a showoff but your high sense of fashion amuse me.”

 A hand turned Ayanami’s head to face the other man. “You look pretty in that black shirt you wore last week. Really fits those curves.”

 The smaller man’s face was more red than a tomato. He was practically steaming through his ears. Scott messes with his hair and laughed. “Anyway, I was going to say that I like you too.”

 Ayanami froze like a statue when Scott’s lips met his cheek. “Maybe even more than just ‘like’.” He whispered before standing up. “Call me when you’re free.” Scott slid a small piece of paper into his dumbstruck student’s hoodie pocket. Seeing Ayanami frozen like a deer in a headlight, Scott laughed and walked away.

 After a few minutes, Ayanami’s brain finally registered what had just happened. His hand went to where Scott kissed him. He could still feel those pair of rosy lips lingering on his skin. Then, a smile stretched across his face.

 Ayanami pulled out the paper from the pocket and studied it. His smile grew into a happy grin when he saw Scott’s phone number written on it. The young man jumped around like a happy schoolgirl before he added the number to his phone’s contact.

 There was a message from his twin and Ayanami knew it was time to go home. He turned to where Scott had left. As much as he wanted to convince himself it was all just a dream, Ayanami knew it was not. It was real. He got what he wanted. The feeling was mutual and it made him even happier.

 Ayanami looked down when his phone buzzed.

 Want to grab some pizza after this?

 -Scott-

 Ayanami’s smile never fade as he typed in the reply.

 Sure, you’re paying.

 P/S: I’m not gonna question where you got my number in the first place.

His alarm was buzzing loudly but Ayanami doesn’t want to wake up. It was not because he hated going to class but there was someone he wished not to see. People would think that he was bullied but no, he was not hurt by this person but instead -

 - he loved him.

 Yes, him. His father would not approve of him being gay. Sharazie, his twin brother, might support him (keyword might). On the other hand, if they accepted him for not being a heterosexual, there was another problem.

 His crush is his own professor.

 Now isn’t that your typical student-teacher love story? A student or a teacher has a crush on each other but they cannot engage in it because it’s a forbidden love. Eventually, they yell “Screw you!” to the whole world and embrace their love anyway. Some even got far to get married.

 Ayanami needed to get off that section in Wattpad.

 As much as Ayanami tried to avoid this feeling, he just can’t no matter how much he had tried. His crush lectures his class until he graduates. There was no running away from it. Ayanami had to sit through the goddamn class, half listening to his handsome lecturer and eventually slip into dreamland.

 He sighed and got out of bed. He took a quick shower and put on some simple clothes - a grey hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. His twin will give him an odd look because Ayanami was the one to put on something meant for the red carpet. Ayanami himself felt odd wearing something so…lazy.

 “Morning, big bro!” He heard the chirpy voice of his twin. Sharazie was at the kitchen island, munching on a piece of buttered toast. A mug of chocolate malt drink sat steaming in front of him. “Sorry, I didn’t made breakfast for you. You’re just a picky eater.”

 Ayanami huffed a laugh. He just placed a slice of bread in the toaster and made himself a cup of tea. The twins had their breakfast and left the apartment. Their father bought an apartment for them during their mid semester in university. They lived together and are free to do whatever they want. Ayanami preferred to be this way - at least he didn’t have to feel the judging eyes on him.

 The morning classes went out normally. Ayanami felt slightly happy that his favourite professor did not have classes today. Somehow he has a meeting which resulted his class to be replaced by another.

 By noon, classes were over. The twins had their lunch in the university’s food court along with their friends. Ayanami played the role of that one quiet person in the group, listening and watching his friends make a complete goon of themselves.

 Ayanami stood up and went to the convenience store on the upper floor of the building. He made a beeline to the sweets section and eyed the lines of Cadburry chocolates. Most of them were his least favourite flavours and Ayanami spotted his preferred type being the only one left. He raised a hand and reached out for it…

 …only to grab on someone else’s hand

 Ayanami retracted his hand as if he was electrocuted. Brown eyes looked up and met with cerulean ones. His heart skipped a beat and his palms were sweaty.

 “Oh, I’m sorry.” The smooth voice said. Ayanami felt like a lovestruck teenager. A smile crept on the perfect blemish free face. “Here, you can have it.”

 The young man swallowed the lump in his throat. “Mmm…it’s okay, Mr. Grayn.” He said in a small voice. He stepped back and stuffed his hands in the pocket of his hoodie.

 “Just Scott will do.”

 Are you for real? You’re my fucking lecturer and I’m addressing you by your first name?

 Ayanami said it out loud in his head while pulling his hair (in his imagination). Mr. Grayn, or Scott, walked to the cashier and paid the chocolates. Ayanami decided for a bottle of fizzy malt drink and unconsciously followed the older man out of the shop.

 Calling Scott ‘older man’ doesn’t sound right because it made Scott sounded like a granpa. In fact, Scott is actually in his late twenties. He’ll be in his thirties soon and Ayanami is 20 years old. From behind, following like an eager puppy, Ayanami couldn’t help not stare at his crush.

 His eyes were stuck on that perfect bottom hugged nicely by his dark coloured slacks. The shirt he wore strained by the size of his muscles. Scott’s body is not of a body builder but it was enough to made girls and homosexuals like him swoon at the lean muscles. The long legs moving in fluid motion.

 Ayanami was hypnotized.

 It was then he realized that he had followed Scott far from the campus buildings. He could hardly see anyone around. There was a tree with a small bench underneath. Red flowers fluttered to the grassy earth. The sun was shining brightly but oddly, the weather was not hot.

 Suddenly, it felt like a teen romance novel.

 Wake up, Aya. He mentally slapped himself. Wake up. This is just in your head.

 “Aya?”

 The young man snapped out of his thoughts. Scott sat on the bench and patted on the empty side. “Take a seat. I’d like to have a word with you.”

 Ayanami nervously gulped. His sweaty hands clenched into fists inside the hoodie pocket. With a hesitant step, he slowly sat down beside his lecturer. Scott seemed oblivious to the other and took out the chocolate he had bought earlier. The purple wrapper was torn and he broke off a piece of the dark confection.

 “Here…” He said, handing the piece to Ayanami. The younger man shakily took the chocolate from the other man’s hand. Inside, his heart was attempting to break out of his chest. It was painful but good at the same time.

 Ayanami gave a timid thank you and nibbled on the chocolate. He kept his gaze forward, not daring to look at the other. Though from the corner of his eyes, he watched Scott broke another piece of the chocolate and popped it in his mouth. That man was just eating chocolate. What’s so special about it?

 And yet, Ayanami’s heart rate is shooting high as if Scott was stripping in front of him.

 You wished for that right? A small voice in his teased.

 Shut up!

 Ayanami wiped his hands on his pants and leaned back against the bench. His arms were crossed on his chest. He was trying not to show his awkwardness. Well, how? His crush is sitting right beside him, eating chocolate like fuckin Aphrodite’s son!

 How do you deal with that?

 Ayanami decided to excuse himself when Scott opened his mouth. “I noticed you spaced out a lot in my class.”