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Uriel’s POV - The Night Before

"Uwaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!"

My legs kicked the bedding as I shoved my face into my pillow.

On the other side of this Golden Nest building, was the cause of my screaming. How am I supposed to react to something like that? Declaring something nonsensical as believing Luke was the real hero, all to save face and continue staying by him.

These feelings which welled up within the span of a couple weeks, I had been persistently denying it…

‘I want to cry.’

Holding in tears, I sneakily left the facility and found myself looking for a close friend. In darkness only illuminated by the shine of the moon, the path to the Girl’s dorm was obscured.

Sasha told me she was on the second floor, but which room was it…?

Eleventh? Seventh?

My throat felt dry.

I walked up the spiralling stairs, hoping for the wood to not creak. On the second floor, there were two sides, all lined up with rooms. It seemed like the end of the floor was endless when you looked forward.

I cautiously approached the eleventh room.

“Eien, please tell me this is the right room!” I frantically prayed before it.

Moonlight poured through the window, shining on the seventh door.

…

I dragged myself to the correct room and knocked. “H- hello? Is this senior Sasha’s room?”

Standing beside the door, I listened for any footsteps. I was aware it was past midnight, but I needed to consult someone no matter what!

“Uuuaa… is- is that you?” A tired voice quietly passed through the door.

“Ye- yes! It’s me, Uriel, senior!,” I exclaimed in lowercase.

“Come in, I’ll prepare some tea,” The door opened revealing a slim, silver-haired girl.

I bowed, “Sorry for the disruption.”

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“It’s fine… we’ve done this many times before,” Sasha let out a gentle smile.

I passed the wooden framing of the door, incomparable to the lavishness the Golden Nest provided.

“Not as luxurious as where you live now, is it?” She let out a light joke.

“I- I like it,” I shook my head. “It feels like I’m back at home.”

“Indeed, I wanted to imitate that homey atmosphere since we’re so far,” Sasha nodded. “So, what brings you here tonight?”

“Erm…” My face reddened, “The- there’s this friend of mine, and I have… uhmmm…”

“Don’t tell me!” Sasha’s face brightened. “Did our precious Uriel finally… finally bloom?”

“...”

I couldn’t look up from the tea she gave me.

“Hahaha!” Sasha pointed at herself, “No need to worry, I’m called Eien’s Cupid!”

“Is- is that true?” I pried my eyes off my reflection in the cup and met her gaze. “You’re not lying, right?”

“Of course not, let me show you the world of love in its entirety!” She placed my cup on the table and clasped my hand. “I have a one hundred per cent success rate!”

Her confidence left a strong impression that I couldn’t help but begin to trust.

“Th- then, please teach me well!” I bowed stiffly.

“Alright, first thing’s first, who is it? A prince, a hidden legendary warrior perhaps, or maybe even… Eien herself!”

I looked at her with a deadpan face.

“Sorry,” Sasha put a stop to her delusions.

“Well, it’s a classmate of mine…” I thought of his face, as I began to describe him. “He’s almost like the fairy tale of a prince in white shining armour.”

“Ooo- perhaps, is it Fen the lackey of Charles, or maybe Charles himself?” Sasha shoved her face in front of mine.

“Nothing like that! They’re too flashy, and high… profile!” I shook my hands in a panic, “His name is Luke, and erm…”

“Luke? Luke…” She tapped her chin, “I don’t think I’ve heard of a Luke before – Oh! There was a commotion with Carlos and him last week wasn’t there? Although, Carlos has been kind of distant as of late.”

“Ye- yes, he’s done so much for me that I can’t help but feel this way…” I murmured.

“Hmmmm… if he’s your type, then I won’t stop you,” She rubbed her temples. “Do you have any idea about the things he likes?”

“Uhmm,” My mind blanked. “Nothing…”

“This is gonna be hard work,” Sasha sighed. “Alright, one thing boys will always like, is that.”

She pointed at my chest.

“Really, these things?” I questioned her. “All it’s done is hurt my back.”

“Tch, you and your privilege.” She scowled, but I couldn’t hear her murmurs.

“Sorry?”

“Ugh, whatever. The point is boys love it, and since you’re especially endowed, I doubt there’s anyone who’d be able to resist you,” Sasha fiercely glared at my chest. “Hasn’t this ‘Luke’ ever looked at it? If not, he’d be a saint like you.”

I recalled all the times when I clung to him, and how he struggled to meet my eyes. Sometimes he would blush…

“Now that I think about it, he would steal glances… but I didn’t realise it was at these…”

“Hah… of course that was the case, he’s probably been holding himself back,” Sasha slowly laughed.

“I don’t get why these would be so appealing,” I raised them with both my hands, trying to understand it.

“This is going to be a long night…” Sasha sighed, looking at me as I tried to compute her words.