After a few hours or so, Cecelia and I walked side by side back to the dorms. The evening sun cast a warm hue over the academy grounds, creating a peaceful atmosphere. We strolled in comfortable silence, exchanging occasional glances that conveyed volus about the day's events.
The buzz of students chatting dissipated as we approached the dormitories, the vibrant energy of the day giving way to a tranquil evening. The sky displayed shades of orange and pink as the sun descended beyond the horizon, signaling the imminent nightfall.
"Thanks for sticking around for the announcent," I said, breaking the silence.
"No problem. It was quite surprising, wasn't it?" Cecelia replied, her voice still carrying a hint of excitent.
"Absolutely. The Mage's Gambit announcent really shook things up," I agreed, contemplating the intense competition that lay ahead for the participants.
Upon reaching the dorms' entrance, Cecelia turned to . "Good luck for tomorrow," she said with a smile.
"Likewise," I responded, returning the smile. With a nod, we went our separate ways—she headed for her dorm.
As I turned, I froze—
'Why does this feel like you were caught cheating?' Blaze asked.
And indeed, it did feel a bit like that.
Why?
Because—
"Evening," With a lack of warmth in the greeting, the beast girl looked at with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
"Good evening," I replied, sensing an awkward atmosphere.
"Looks like you had quite a fun day," She glanced behind , where Cecelia had just left.
... Oh, she saw us together, huh?
"Yeah, I suppose..." I moved closer to her.
"Well, it looks like you aren't that happy about the announcent," I observed, looking at her.
"...Do you often et Cecelia?" She seed fixated on that topic.
'Ooo, interesting,' Blaze mused in my mind.
"Nah, I just t her a few hours ago—had lunch with her, and then, surprisingly, the announcent was made," I explained.
"You had lunch with her," her eyes narrowed slightly, and her brow furrowed.
"Yeah," There was a pause in my sentence.
I don't think Raven has any issues with Cecelia. They aren't close friends, but at least they're not on bad terms.
"Well, that concludes today. I'm going to head back, and you should too," I attempted to leave, but I stopped as I noticed her staring directly into my eyes, her expression a mix of anger and sadness.
"I haven't eaten anything," she stated.
"Wanna grab sothing at the canteen?" I offered. I knew that refusing would only escalate the situation for no reason.
'How'd you know?' Smokeball asked.
Well, let's just say I have a bit of an understanding of how won think. From her expression, I can tell she wants to eat sothing and wants to join her imdiately. Plus, I'm not that tired, so I'll tag along.
"Sure," she agreed with a smile. It feels like I was the one who made the request and she simply agreed.
'Won,' Blaze comnted with just one word.
I gestured for Raven to walk alongside as we headed towards the canteen. The evening air felt cooler, the sun having dipped further beyond the horizon, casting a soft glow over the campus.
As we strolled, the atmosphere between us was a mix of awkwardness and unspoken tension. Raven remained quiet, her expression unreadable. I glanced at her occasionally, trying to gauge her mood without directly probing.
The canteen ca into view, bustling with students unwinding after a long day. We entered, and I led Raven to an unoccupied table in a quieter corner.
"What do you want to eat?" I asked, trying to break the silence.
She shrugged, her gaze wandering around the nu. "Anything is fine."
I headed to the counter, ordering a couple of sandwiches and drinks. When I returned, Raven was lost in thought, absentmindedly tapping her fingers on the table.
"Here," I slid her sandwich and drink across the table. "I hope it's okay."
"Thanks," she muttered, taking a bite without much enthusiasm.
I nibbled on my sandwich, the silence weighing heavily between us. I searched for sothing to say, to break this uncomfortable atmosphere, but words seed to escape .
"So... anything interesting happen today?" I tried to initiate conversation.
"Not really," she replied flatly, taking a sip of her drink.
The conversation felt forced, and it was evident that both of us were preoccupied with our thoughts. The tension lingered, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that sothing was bothering Raven.
We finished our al in strained silence, and as we stood up to leave, I glanced at her. "I hope you're okay. If there's anything on your mind, feel free to talk about it."
She paused for a mont, eting my gaze with a hint of vulnerability in her eyes. "Thanks," she said softly before turning to head back to her dorm.
I stood there for a mont, watching her figure disappear into the distance, feeling a sense of unease settle within .
"What the fuck just happened?" I sighed.
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[Raven's POV]
Sitting opposite him felt like balancing on a tightrope. Every attempt at conversation felt like tiptoeing around an elephant in the room. Despite the lively chatter echoing in the cafeteria, a thick veil of tension enveloped our table.
He extended a sandwich toward , a kind gesture amidst the palpable unease. I chanically took a bite, the flavors a re distraction from the whirlwind in my mind. The awkwardness persisted, making it impossible to focus on anything he uttered.
His concern was evident, the unsaid question hung heavy between us, begging to be addressed. Yet, I felt trapped by an invisible weight, unable to articulate the turmoil brewing within .
As we finished our al, I mumbled a hurried "thanks," eager to escape the stifling atmosphere. Each step toward the dormitories was laden with a cocktail of emotions—a simring concoction of frustration and bewildernt.
"Why did he choose to have lunch without ?" The thought lingered, echoing like a petulant child's pout, amplifying my inner turmoil.
[A/N:...why do I relate to this situation?]
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