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“I like you.”
Gasps echoed through the hallway, from the students on the staircase stretched down the hall. Some seniors whipped their heads toward the source of the commotion, the others slowed their steps to listen. Conversations stopped near them that even the professor shouting for a fleeing student paused.
“Excuse me?”
Anaxa spoke after a moment. He stood there holding his headphones around his neck, fingers stilled when he was about to lift them back over his ears. His looked at the other man with scrunched eyebrows, almost frowning, determining if this whole scene was a misunderstanding or..
But there was nothing in the other’s expression that showed embarrassment or even a flicker of flustering. No ‘friends’ behind him teasing and laughing at him, nothing that could support his deduction of the other man being forced for this act because of a dare.
“I said I like you.”
Anaxa stared at him.
Seconds passed until he finally turned his body in front of the man, unlike earlier where only his head turned to glance out of curiosity of the sudden statement.
“I heard you the first time,” he said in a firm tone. A ripple of whispers moved through the surrounding students, whispering pity about the junior who had been rejected publicly.
“We don’t talk,” he continued. “We have no established interaction, no shared circles, nor meaningful exchanges either beyond–” he paused, looking for the right word. “--Incidental eye contact.”
The whispers grew louder now, the professors cleared their throat and kept on walking. “And you arrived with this conclusion,” Anaxa face palmed. “On what basis?”
But the strawberry blonde haired junior didn’t answer. He just stood there staring at him, till holding out a big box of chocolates wrapped with a red ribbon. Anaxa lowered his hand from his headphones. “Well?”
…
“I don’t know.”
The hallway went dead silent, and then laughed. The tension from the earlier confession broke into something lighter. But Anaxa didn’t laugh, he stared at him in disbelief, his face almost looked like he was regretting taking off his headphones for a moment “..What?”
“I just do,” the other said, as if that clarified anything. “It’s not like I planned it.”
“..Obviously.”
“Yeah.”
A strangled sound escaped someone in the background that sounded more like choking. “That–”Anaxa closed his eyes for a brief second, trying to stop his eyebrows from twitching. “--Is the most inefficient reasoning I’ve ever heard.”
“I didn’t think you’d like a long one.”
“That’s not the issue.”
“It feels like part of the issue.”
“It’s not.” There was no hesitation in Anaxa’s response, like he was trying to regain control of a conversation that had slipped too far out of logical bounds.
There was a brief pause, though it carried some suspended tension.
“I can try again?” The young man offered with a hum. Before Anaxa could respond, the other lifted a hand, placing a hand under his chin like he can think of any reasonable answer longer than those three unreliable words.
The people present in the hallway also lowered their voices to listen. A few people leaned closer, angling their body towards them even though they’re facing the opposite direction.
Ten seconds passed before the blonde opened his mouth. His gaze was still set on his gradient eyes. “You’re smart.”
…What the hell?
He simply stared at the junior in front of him, his mind struggling to reconcile the time spent waiting with the simplicity– no, the lack of what he’d been given in return. “..Ha?”
No, it was his fault for expecting something at least more complex. Something that could justify the sudden attention that was suddenly onto him. Instead, he got this.
The blonde man shifted his weight on the other leg, still unaffected by the tension that began to coil tightly through the space. He was still holding out the box of chocolate between them. His gaze, too, hadn't shifted away from the senior.
“You look nice.”
“Subjective.”
“You ignore everyone.”
The follow-up came just as easily and as unfiltered as the blonde that Anaxa too couldn't tell if it was meant to be an observation, accusation, or something else entirely. “..That’s not a compliment.”
“I like that too.”
The students in the hallway kept turning their heads between the two. There was no pause nor trace of hesitation at that last statement. The smaller man stared at him like he just discovered a new flaw in the world itself.
For a moment, Anaxa genuinely considered turning around and walking away. But no, he let out a slow breath and dragged a hand down his face. His composure visibly threading itself back together.
His gaze dropped briefly to the box on the other’s hands before shifting up to meet the blonde’s with narrowed eyes. “You’re either bold,” Anaxa said, “Or just run by pure impulse.”
A few students choked on their laughter. Though it didn't last long when Anaxa’s head turned and looked over them with his usual face when judging that it silenced them instantly.
“Both?” The young man shrugged. And he didn’t even look slightly embarrassed saying it.
Does this man have no shame? Because there was nothing in the other’s face that suggested even a fraction of self-consciousness. No awareness of how this must look, no concern for the audience, and no instinct to retreat now that the situation had escalated to something beyond a public confession.
He wasn’t irritated, no migraine creeping up his head at all. His gaze lingered on the other for a moment longer, who was still standing there with the same unshaken posture while holding out the box like–
Like it belonged in his senior’s hands more than his own.
…
Anaxa exhaled through his nose in resignation. He lifted his hand, then brought it forward between them, “..Give me that.”
The box was placed into his hand the very second the words left his mouth. Their fingers barely brushed, and yet, half of the hallway squealed. Neither of them seem to bother with it though.
Anaxa gazed down on the box now resting in his hand. Then he looked up to meet the other’s eyes. “That’s all then?”
The blonde nodded, one hand coming up to adjust the guitar strap slung across his back. “Yeah,” he didn’t even attempt to keep the conversation longer. Anaxa held his gaze for a while longer, a little bit expecting him to say it’s a prank.
“Alright,” And just like that, he stepped forward and walked past the blonde. He heard disappointed groans from students inside the classroom peeking at them. He ignored it of course.
He barely passed another classroom door when–
“Wait.”
The word reached him just as the noise behind him began to louden. Anaxa slowed his steps to a stop before turning to look. His eyes found the other again, which he hates for having to tilt his head up.
“My name’s Mydeimos.”
..Does he think I don’t know him.
Mydeimos was a name he had been hearing for almost a year now ever since he became a 3rd year. He wasn’t exactly familiar, but he wasn’t unfamiliar with the name either. If anything, it was difficult to avoid. People gossiping in almost every part of the university that he coincidentally almost visits. Not to mention their eyes meeting every time they passed each other in the hallways, which is a rather light reasoning for the other to fall for him.
“..I know.” The moment he acknowledged knowing his name, he saw how visibly the junior’s shoulder went slack from tensing. Anaxa nodded, then without another word, he turned forward again and continued walking again.
He’s sure the two of them would be the main gossip of the university for days, whether it was him being the “cruel senior” publicly rejecting the handsome junior or the cinematic scene of him passing the other with the obviously exaggerated highlight to their height difference.
Hushed whispers rose behind him the moment he walked away, following him down the hallway, along with the undeniable fact that he hadn’t left empty-handed. He walked on until he reached the lab.
Fortunately, the room was empty when he entered it. It was only him and the hum of the aircon running. The noise outside cut off the moment he closed the door behind him. And only then did Anaxa let out a long breath.
He moved toward the chair by the window and dropped into it without ceremony before placing the box on the desk. His fingers tapped lightly on the box as he stared at it.
It was a smooth black box with the texture of elegance that suggested cost without needing to flaunt it. Adorned with gold lining at the edges and tied with a red ribbon in. Mydei’s perfume also lingered around it. There was no doubt the chocolate was expensive.
Anaxa’s fingers stilled for a moment against the surface before shifting, sliding toward the edge. The lid lifted with little resistance, revealing a sight that made him snort. The chocolates inside were shaped like dromas, or at least an attempt at them. Its forms were uneven, some horns were too spiky while some were too round.
“Pff..” He brought a hand up to his mouth, but it was pointless. His laugh came out either way, his shoulders shaking in the process. “It didn’t–” he started, only to break again as another short laugh escaped him. “It didn’t even match the box..!”
His gaze flicked between the lid and the inside. And somehow, that made it worse. Or better, he wasn’t sure which.
The laughter didn’t last long, tapering off into a softer exhale. Because unfortunately– he doesn't eat chocolate. Not like he doesn’t like them, it’s just that the sweetness was too much for his weak taste buds. His tolerance for it had always been low, his preference leaning toward sharper, bitter tastes
He looked at it again, chocolates with big melty dromas eyes that screamed ‘eat me!’
…
Wouldn’t hurt to try..
His hand moved before he could reconsider, fingers reaching into the box. He picked the one with less deformed parts, but more like, the one he finds the most endearing. He held the chocolate up before taking a bite, readying himself for a wave of sweetness.
Nothing.
He paused mid-motion, lowering his hand as he processed the taste. His gaze dropped to the piece of chocolate in his hand, to the clean bite he had taken out of it. The inside was caramel-colored, but it wasn’t caramel.
The flavor settled more fully now, spreading across his tongue. “…Coffee?”
It wasn’t strong enough to be bitter like the way pure coffee would be, but it carried the roasted taste that replaced what should have been overwhelming sweetness with something far more to his taste.
Huh..
Anaxa leaned back slightly in his chair, lifting the remaining half in his hand and finished it.
Not bad.
A month passed, and White Day arrived.
The gossips about the two of them quieted in a week. Though there were still some whispers every time they were seen together. Ever since that day, Mydei began being forward with his advances. What used to be just passing glances seemed to be a conversation with their eyes now with how long that “passing glance” took before they looked away.
Mydei greeted him every time now, unlike the nods he’d been giving before. Sometimes Anaxa greets him, sometimes he doesn’t but with a nod. Also moments where he’d fall into step beside him and walk him to the cafeteria before saying he had band practice and then leave without waiting for his response.
There were days where a classmate would hand him a drink and say ‘That junior of yours asked me to give it to you ‘cause you looked tired’ or something like that. Anaxa took the cup without a word. Because what, exactly, was there to say? When the giver wasn’t even present.
Then there were times where he’d found Mydei waiting at the campus gate who insisted on walking him to the dorms because it’s late. Anaxa had to ignore the car following them which was undoubtedly the blonde’s driver.
And then three days before this day, Mydei asked him out for an outing. To a basement bar, nonetheless. Anaxa refused him outright the moment he heard the word ‘bar,’ but the blonde reasoned to him–
“No one really drinks there, I swear,” he said quickly, like he expected the rejection already and prepared for a counter. “It’s just for… hmm…” He paused, thinking carefully on how to phrase it in a way that wouldn’t immediately get shut down again. “…Performances?”
Anaxa narrowed his eyes, “A bar is still a bar.”
But Mydei didn’t back down. “It’s underground,” he added, as if that helped. “Small place. Mostly bands, acoustic sets, that kind of thing.”
“I’ll pass,” he said. His attention went back to the book he’d been reading. It seemed like the conversation was over. But then–
“I’m performing that night,” he continued. His voice muffled in his palm as he turned to the side. “And I… want you there.”
…
Anaxa’s fingers paused against the paper, holding the page in place without turning it. His eyes remained there, but he wasn’t reading it anymore. The words in front of him suddenly blurred into ancient texts.
He lifted his gaze slowly, only to see Mydei avoiding his eyes. For the first time since that public confession, the blonde had looked away first. And then suddenly the table began shaking. Anaxa’s gaze dropped briefly, tracking the source.
It was Mydei’s leg.
Jutting up and down beneath the table, entirely at odds with the image he usually carried so effortlessly.
Anaxa looked back up at him. Silence stretched between them, filled only by the faint tapping beneath the table. He lifted the book in a standing position, restricting the blonde’s vision of his face.
“..What time?”
And now here he is–
Sitting on a barstool at the back.
The crowd pressed in closer toward the stage that filled the space without overwhelming it. From here, the view was clear. Not perfect, but clear enough. The barstool was high, which is a big help for someone who needs those extra inches just to see the stage.
Anaxa didn’t order anything.
The bartender glanced at him once, perhaps twice, before deciding he wasn’t the type to be approached without invitation. The empty space in front of him remained untouched, a quiet contrast to the scattered glasses and bottles lining the counter further down.
His attention stayed forward.
Mydei was on the stage, finishing the last of the setup with his band. Testing the mics, the lights, and then kept the cables out of the way. His aura was completely different from what Anaxa had come to know over the past month.
His gaze dropped down to the small pouch he’d been holding since earlier. Is this even–
“Here with the young master?” A voice called out from his side. Startled, Anaxa turned his head towards the counter. The bartender was already looking at him, one hand holding the glass as he wiped it dry.
Anaxa’s gaze lingered on him for a second. “..I assume you’re referring to the one on stage.”
“Hard not to,” the bartender replied, gesturing toward the stage. “Kid’s been around here long enough. Doesn’t act like it, but the regulars know his name by now.”
The mint haired man’s eyes flicked back toward the stage, landing on Mydei again. Who was adjusting the mic stand slightly higher before stepping back. “..‘Young master’ is an interesting choice of words,” he murmured.
“Believe me, it fits,” the bartender said with a smile, setting the glass aside before taking a new one. “He comes in with a driver, sometimes two in shades ‘n formal clothes. Doesn’t drink and pays for the whole band half the time. Tips too much that the bar basically lives off of him.”
Anaxa just hummed.
He was about to say something when the barstool beside him made a sound. Sliding against the floor with a soft scrape as someone moved to sit on it. When he turned to look, Mydei was already there, leaning on his hand propped on the counter.
“Hey.”
He was wearing what looked like the aftermath of a performance rather than a proper outfit before going on stage. His white shirt hung open, half-up, half-down, leaving most of his chest exposed. Anaxa didn’t even know Mydei had tattoos. It wasn’t even that Mydei was trying, it was that he clearly wasn’t. And then somehow he ended up looking like some Greek God reincarnation that wandered into the wrong century and decided to stay.
“Mn.” It was barely a response, but that was all he could say after seeing that. Not the Mydei mind though. Anaxa’s gaze lingered on him for half a second before looking away, returning to the stage as if nothing had happened.
“What do you want?” The blonde asked, cueing the bartender closer.
Anaxa didn’t look at him this time. His attention remained in front but it was clear he wasn’t fully watching anymore. “I told you I don’t drink,” he said, waving his hand in dismissal.
“Mm,” Mydei acknowledged it with a soft hum. “Didn’t ask that.” He tilted his head, angling his gaze towards the smaller man. “What do you want? Coffee? Tea? I'll get you some outside.”
Anaxa would be lying if he said his heart didn’t flutter at that. “..You’re performing,” he said, as if that would dismiss the blonde’s offer. Anaxa huffed in reply, “Don’t leave because of something trivial like a drink.”
The chair scraped against the floor again as Mydei pushed himself up from the stool without hesitation despite Anaxa’s refusal. The long metal necklaces he wore clang when he moved. “So you do want something.”
The smaller man’s gaze flickered sideways despite himself. His brows scrunched together as a small crease forming as he looked up at him. “That is not what I’m–” He trailed off.
Because arguing with this man was useless.
The blonde raised a brow, a smirk growing in his lips. He knew he won that argument. “Well?”
Oh how Anaxa wants to wipe that smirk off. “..Coffee,” he sighed in defeat. “Iced with no milk.”
Mydei’s expression didn’t change much, but his smirk softened to a smile, “Got it.” He turned without hesitation, leaving Anaxa with that nosy bartender who can’t stop smiling and wiggling his eyebrows.
Anaxa didn’t even need to turn his head fully to know. “Don’t,” he said flatly, already feeling the growing headache.
The bartender only grinned wider.
By the time Mydei got back, the place was already filled with people. It was louder now with people in every corner. Anaxa remained seated in his barstool when the blonde saw him.
The blonde stepped back into the space beside him, placing the drink down on the counter. “Iced,” he said, nudging it closer to Anaxa. “No milk.”
Anaxa’s hand tightened over the small pouch he was holding. He opened his mouth to say something when he got interrupted.
“DEI!!!” The voice cut clean through the noise, amplified by the mic. Noise stopping for a second before cheering even louder. And before the spotlight could reach them, Mydei stepped in front of Anaxa.
“You might want to close your eyes for a moment,” he said over his shoulder. “Sorry, I know you hate crowds.”
The fact that Mydei could remember that was enough to render him speechless. From where Anaxa sat, all he could see now was him and his muscular back. The light reached the both of them a second later, or rather, just the blonde’s front.
“Deimos! Deimos! Deimos!” The crowd chanted in rhythm, respectful enough not to crowd him.
Anaxa exhaled quietly, lifting his hand as he pressed a palm behind the blonde’s back and gave him a little push. “Go on, they’re waiting.”
The taller man looked over at him from his shoulder, meeting his eyes before giving a small nod in acknowledgement. He took in a deep breath before walking his way towards the stage, the cheer following him as he cut his way through the crowd.
The noise didn’t disappear when Mydei stepped onto the stage. The regulars lifted their glasses with easy smiles, raising them with a cheer. All while Anaxa stayed exactly where he was. Eyes tracking the blonde, who adjusted the mic stand again with a small tilt.
Mydei leaned toward the mic. And then–
Looked directly at him.
The distance between stage and bar suddenly felt irrelevant. Because it didn’t feel like a crowd was there at all. Mydei’s whole attention was solely on him. Just like how he confessed in the middle of a busy hallway back then, unwavering. Even with all these people.
Anaxa looked away. The exact same moment the first chord struck, pulling his attention back to the stage.
Mydei’s voice came next, “This one’s for someone who hasn’t answered me yet.”
..?
A faint crease formed between Anaxa’s brows. There was a hint of teasing in the tone, an acknowledgment of the stolen moments that had nothing to do with anyone else but them.
Wasted, I play the same part
Where I'm chasing your sick little heart
Anaxa had just closed the locker door shut when Mydei appeared beside him. Leaning on the lockers and looking at him like he’s some part of the scenery of something. “Heading to the cafeteria?”
The smaller man wanted to roll his eyes. As if he doesn’t already know. Acting like it’s a coincidence when it had been his default convo starter every time their schedules aligned at breaks.
He barely glanced at him when he answered. “Is there somewhere else I usually go at this hour?”
The blonde just grinned, then pushed himself off the lockers and walked beside him. “You’ve been busy,” Mydei said after a moment.
“..Lab reports.”
“Mn, saw you earlier in the library. Didn’t want to interrupt.”
That made Anaxa look at him with narrowed eyes. “Since when did you avoid interrupting?”
Mydei huffed a quiet laugh under his breath. “Since you started looking at me like you wanted to throw the nearest object you could reach.” The corner of Mydei’s mouth lifted when he saw Anaxa’s brow twitch in annoyance. “You had a pen in your hand earlier,” he added after a beat. “I was weighing my chances.”
Anaxa clicked his tongue before looking forward again. They didn’t talk after that, just enjoyed the silence as they reached the cafeteria. Mydei didn’t try to fill it, didn't throw another question, or remark just to keep the interaction alive.
Only until Anaxa chose a table near the corner and dropped his things did Mydei speak again. “I have to go, band practice.”
He stopped, then looked up. “..That’s one building away.” If he had practice at this hour, then why walk him all the way here? Matching his slow pace knowing he’d be late.
The blonde just hummed.
“Then?”
A brief silence settled between them again. Even the nearest table can’t pretend they weren’t looking. Mydei just looked at him like he didn’t hear anything. “I’ll see you later.”
…
“Hey–!”
Would a last kiss will leave me wanting more?
It was late in the night when Anaxa finally exited the building. He walked out with a heavy sigh, adjusting his shoulder bag as he headed towards the gates. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, thumb already moving out of habit to turn on the flashlight.
Mydeimos should’ve already gotten home at this hour. So naturally, he wasn’t expecting anyone outside the gates. But of course–
He was there.
Standing and scrolling through his phone.
Anaxa should’ve known that Mydei wasn’t someone who took things lightly. He was someone dead set on a goal he decided on. “..How long have you been waiting out here?”
The voice made the taller man look up. Closing his phone and then stuffing it into his pocket. “Not much,” His gaze lingered for a second longer before adding, "But it’s late to be walking alone.”
Anaxa huffed before walking past him, “I’ve been doing it long before you started keeping track.”
The blonde didn’t argue, just stepped in beside him. “I know.”
The thought of our hands interlacing, it's taking over me
“Haa..”
Anaxa stifled a yawn at the back of his hand. After spending another sleepless night writing some reports, his energy level hit a new low. He blinked a few times after, eyes burned and blurring at the edges as the professor ended the class.
Chairs scraped back one after another as the others walked out of the room, he stayed behind. One hand was still loosely holding his pen, while the other was rubbing his temple. Trying to keep his thoughts from slipping further to sleep. He closed his eyes, letting out a long sigh.
Then–
There was a tap on his desk.
His eyes opened slowly, blinking at first, before settling on the object now sitting beside his notebook. A cup of cold coffee. With sides already dripping with the condensation.
Despite Anaxa desperately needing some coffee at the moment, he didn’t reach for it immediately. Because there was only one person who would do this. Annoyingly consistent too.
“..You again,” he murmured. He was so sure it was Mydei until he looked up. There was no blonde blinding his eyes in the room, just another student standing there. “Huh..?”
“He asked me to give it to you,” his classmate said, nodding toward the cup.
“..He?”
“Your junior?” the classmate continued, brows lifting slightly. “He was running when he cornered me, and then asked if I could give this to you.” He huffed lightly, shifting his bag higher on his shoulder, waving a hand at him as he walked away. “Geez, youngsters these days..”
…
Anaxa never wanted to smack someone so bad till now.
Win or lose, I'm screwed
I'm trapped under your spell
It saves me, breaks me 'til I fall back to you
Anaxa watched as the blonde struck the last chord, echoing throughout the whole bar. His body glistened in sweat under the lights with his head slightly bowed with loose strands of hair clinging to his forehead. The mic stood inches from his lips, but he made no move to end the performance.
The whole bar stood in silence with him. No one rushed to clap or anything, just respectful silence for such a performance. Until he looked up, letting the light catch his face fully this time. Only then did the crowd erupted.
Mydeimos was smiling.
Anaxa’s mouth opened.
Ah.. so that’s it.
“Deimos! Deimos! Deimos!” The applause crashed all at once, with glasses clinking against each other and squeals in different pitches. The blonde’s eyes searched far towards the back until they saw him, still sitting, and still very much only looking at him. The sight made Mydei grin more.
Anaxa’s fingers twitched around the cup in his hand. He knows this isn’t some one-sided chase he could brush off with a dismissive remark or a turned shoulder. He already proved it, he wasn’t someone easily swayed by such actions.
And yet..
Being on the receiving end of that–
Being the one singled out in a room full of people, chosen so openly yet so privately, weighed far more intimate than it had any right to be.
The noise of the crowd felt distant again, like it couldn’t quite reach where his thoughts had gone. He watched as the cause of his inner turmoil caught his breath.
Mydei lifted his hand from the guitar, reaching for the mic. Then he leaned in, “Thanks.”
The cheers erupted around him again, but Anaxa barely registered it. The world shrank between the counter and the stage. Without a second thought, he rose from his chair. He was already cutting through the crowd, weaving between bodies when he realized what he was doing.
Every step led him closer to Mydei, the center of his attention and the reason for the sudden, undeniable pull in his chest.
The blonde seemed surprised to see him willingly walking through the crowd. His brows lifted in surprise, he looked like he was about to speak through the mic and tell the people to let him get through but the words never came. His gaze stayed locked on him.
Anaxa stopped at a certain distance before looking up and finding the other already had his eyes on him. He had never felt so exposed in his entire life until this moment.
He swallowed, looking away for a moment before taking a deep breath. His hands moved on his own, throwing a small pouch in Mydei's way. His heart slammed against his ribs loudly the moment it left his hand that he was sure the man on stage could hear.
The blonde’s eyes widened as he reached out and caught it.
Anaxa forced his gaze to hold this time. Even if it burned, even if every instinct told him to look away again. “Take that and stop proving yourself already.”
Then he turned away as quickly as possible and walked away. Eyes followed him after the stunt he pulled, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that the small, unassuming object was in his hand.
Mydei still stood frozen on stage. Trying to comprehend what happened just now. Glancing down at the small pouch resting on his palm, he let out a slow breath, trying to calm himself. His senior, who absolutely hates crowds, just went through one just to give this to him.
His thumb brushed against the soft fabric, before slowly untying the string. Fingers hovering for a moment, then he pulled it out. Mydei’s breath hitched.
A guitar pick.
Anaxa gave him a guitar pick.
“Ana-” He snapped his head back up, but Anaxa already disappeared in the crowd in a hurry. Mydei looked down on his hand again.
It wasn’t a chocolate he’s supposedly to reciprocate in White Day out of convenience, no. It was something non-musicians barely have the knowledge of where to buy, the specific brand that is, unless they’ve been watching close enough to remember details that most people overlook. For his senior to..
Damn it.
Mydei let out a sharp exhale.
Of all the ways Anaxa could’ve answered, he chose this. Chose his world. Stepped into it and walked far enough just to leave something behind, disappearing before Mydei could even react properly.
No.
Not happening.
Mydei didn’t waste any time.
He slung the guitar off without care, ignoring the startled look from his bandmates, then jumped off the stage. The crowd parted slower than he wanted, people moving away in confusion as he pushed through. His focus was locked ahead, scanning for any sign of mint hair, any glimpse of someone moving just a little too fast.
His pulse pounded hard, louder now for a different reason.
It was a yes after all.
And Mydei had no intention of letting him walk away right after that.