Rubuska was sitting on your desk, her feet on your chair while wearing your scarf and writing another story. Another fantasy about her as a vampire. You knew that she wasn’t a vampire, just an arcanist who could manipulate shadows, but you never looked down on her own little headspace, especially since you knew that it was all just a big coping mechanism. You even thought that she would make a great author later on once she got better at spelling.

You felt really fond of her, when she was near and when she was far. Either way your mind was usually completely occupied by her. You weren’t even sure why. Maybe it was just your hormones and curiosity making you imagine a chemistry in your head that wasn’t even there, but there was always a chance that it was more, and you really wanted to believe that you had finally fallen in love… but at the same time, the weight of what it meant to be in love hit you like a train soon after. It wasn’t just a cute fantasy anymore, those were real feelings, and the realer things were, the scarier they became.

You‘ve decided to go about it practically, as you did about everything. Meaning that you said nothing and instead tried to get her to fall for you as well and then hoped that she was braver than you and would confess to you first. What a golden plan, right? Well, at least for the 15 year old teen that you are…