been thinking about azujami from twisted wonderland a LOTT lately, which reminded me of a headcanon/scenario that @thatonetickleblog had talked about with me a while ago… so i wrote it teeheheheh
ANYWAYS, no proper formatting i guess and minimal proofreading. also hoping characters arent ooc but its a drabble so its fine but yea, enjoy please.
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azul was a very prideful person and he always made sure of that. there should be no reason he was struggling to make any sort of eye contact, let alone maintain it, with jamil.
“what’s the matter with you?” jamil raised a brow, frowning.
“nothing, don’t fret over it,” azul averted his eyes, looking down at the tiled flooring. he had never had a problem with eye contact before— in fact, it had always come quite easily to him. it being an incredibly useful tool for intimidating others was the prime reason for that. but…
completely out of nowhere and out of character for jamil, he had complimented azul’s talents and to top it off, even smiled. and, really, how was azul meant to deal with that?!
“how are we meant to spar if you can’t even look me in the eyes?” jamil scoffed, annoyance in his gaze. his staring felt much more prominent than ever, almost burning through his body.
“it will be just fine. you worry far too much, jamil!” azul squinted, trying to meet jamil’s eyes. unluckily, the second he caught sight of his eyes, he whipped his head away, trying to will his blush away. crushes were seriously the worst.
“i am definitely not worried.” the scarabia vice-housewarden walked towards him, his steps clacking on the ground rhythmically. the other didn’t look up, not even when jamil was practically a foot away from him.
and then it happened. jamil grabbed his face, forcing azul to meet his gaze. azul couldn’t even attempt to hide the blossoming redness of his face as he let out a gasp. jamil narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing and azul felt himself shrink at his gaze.
jamil readjusted his hands, his slender fingers grazing under azul’s chin in a way that felt very, very ticklish. azul scrunched his neck, accidentally letting a giggle slip through his lips. the two froze. azul, out of of sheer embarrassment, and jamil, out of shock and confusion over what just happened. it didn’t take long for him to connect the dots because a sneer oddly reminiscent of a snake had appeared on his face.
“oh, i see,” jamil snickered, looking way too amused for azul’s liking. and this time, he curled in his fingers, tickling azul on purpose. azul bit his lip, wrinkling his nose as an unwilling smile wore on his face. azul wanted nothing more than to crawl into a dark hole and die. how humilating.
and when azul giggled again, he tried pushing away jamil, hiding his face with his hand under the guise of fixing his glasses. jamil didn’t fight him, choosing to laugh at his misery instead.
“nothing happened,” azul muttered, weakly, disappointed in himself for even allowing himself to get into this situation. in front of his crush, no less!
“nothing happened,” jamil started, sounding as though he was about to agree, but then a smug smile made its way onto his face again. “except i just saw you get flustered over some eye contact.. and not only that, but you’re ticklish. i have to say, it’s a real sight to see.”
was.. was that a compliment? azul shook his head. no, he definitely just wanted to see azul miserable.
“whatever,” azul forced himself to meet jamil’s eyes. “shall we spar now, instead of idling over pointless things?”
jamil chuckled at that, but he pulled his magic pen out of his pocket. azul breathed, pulling his pen out as well. he was definitely going to get the upper hand this time by winning the spar.
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