He tried to stop the feelings from rushing in. At the School for Good and Evil, boys and girls were sorted by their personalities and their abilities for how’d they shape the world and become famous in their own fairy tales.

He was a Prince, the good guy, so of course he’d been put into Good.

And you, despite all the good deeds, generous amounts of kindness and sweet smiles, had been placed into the School for Evil.

The two of you had a natural connection. But he tried to convince himself otherwise.

Even after he’d decidedly stoped speaking to you and had claimed that Good and Evil couldn’t belong together, he’d been attracted to your new makeover. A haircut, new clothes, even a new confident yet still shy and sweet personality.

He stared at you from the table he sat at, mouth open in shock. His brows were furrowed and his tongue was hanging out of his mouth at the sight of you.

And later, he was practicing archery. You walked up to him just after the shot he’d made into the target. He stared in wonder at his bow in the center.

“Sorry,” You said casually. “I didn’t mean to distract you.”

Your chests were pressed together, and his messy brown hair paired beautifully with his white linen shirt. He looked just like a Prince should. And, of course, his tongue was still hanging out. It was his forever habit. “Heh,” He said, pointing a broad finger at you. “Nothing distracts me.”

The heat from his big body was perfection. Tedros was still trying to convince himself that girls wouldn’t question if he was a man, and that boys like you would.