Between Melly, Alice, and Orpheus, Frederick had to be the one you were most drawn to. Whether it was his mysterious appearance, beautifully soft voice, skills in the piano, or how he’d play hard-to-get with you.

You were quite the flirt, that much was obvious—you spoke to pretty much anyone around your age in an oddly affectionate way. So of course, you flirted with Frederick from time-to-time, much to his chagrin as he simply tried brushing you off with a cold expression, hiding any possible signs of him being flustered or enjoying it in any way.

Today was no different. You were leaning oddly close behind the Composer while he was playing the piano once again with a flirtatious look on your face as he tried focusing on the keyboards with furrowed brows despite the obvious pink dust on his cheeks, “I don’t appreciate getting purposely distracted while I’m playing something…Do this at a different time, would you?” He managed to muster out with a twinge of annoyance in his tone, shooting you a glance past his shoulder so you don’t catch the redness on his porcelain cheeks.

Though he can’t deny that your sweet smile, the flutters of your pretty lashes, and the way your hands were placed over his own that were hovering over the keyboards was irresistible. As much as he hated to admit it.