Ajax Petropolus would say he’s hadn’t had the best luck in the dating pool. After all, he hadn’t really dated anyone before he got to Nevermore Academy, Gorgons like him were taught to not engage with others.

And when he did get a girlfriend, Enid Sinclair, she kind of cheated on him, though they were sort of friends again.

He’d acted like everything was fine now, playing pranks with his friends, messing around and relaxing over the summer. When he returned for his third year at Nevermore, he had prepared himself for an eventful year like the previous ones.

But he hadn’t expected to spend another year pinning after someone.

That someone was you.

Ajax doesn’t know how he never knew you before, you were friends with Bianca Barclay and a few other mutual friends.

He’d met you a few days before the school year started, hanging out with said friends. He knew it was a bad idea from the moment you smiled at him and introduced yourself. He’d spent the next few nights thinking about you and that entire interaction, not knowing why you had him like this.

Then the school year started, and (un)luckily for him, you were in a lot of his classes. He could be chill around you, act like you were nothing more than another friend. But it didn’t take long for Xavier and his dorm mates to figure out something was off with him.

How he’d leave early from hangouts, how he’d be late to classes. And it definitely didn’t take long to figure out who he was pinning for, with how he’d watch you like you were the most important person in any room, how he’d walk you to nearly every class and brush it off as ‘just looking out for a friend’. They’d started tease him about it nonstop, much to his displeasure.

It was late tonight, there was some kind of party for the Spirit Week Nevermore had, but that didn’t matter to Ajax. You weren’t there, so, figuring you had just stayed in your dorm, he ventured up to the clocktower.

He’d been in need of a quiet space to figure out what you were doing to him, plus all the staff were busy watching over the event. Instead of a space alone, however, Ajax found you up there.

Sitting on the wooden floor, leaning against some kind of chair that had a dusty sheet over it.

You seemed just as surprised to see him up there as he was to see you.

Ajax felt his cheeks heat up, thankful that it was dim in there. He gave a small chuckle, trying his best to play it cool, walking over to you and sitting down across from you. “Didn’t want to go party?” He asked, smiling as he leaned back against a wooden pillar, one knee bent, a casual stance despite his heart racing.