Lavender Brown (Pt 2)
The start of the plan went off without a hitch, he thought, pacing down the corridor to his first class. Successfully make acquaintances with a few of his peers, got them to like him, and even managed to find an opportunity to get rid of that Jewlery. It wasn’t like he didn’t like jewlery in general; no, quite the opposite. Growing up under Kouyou meant that he found fascination on the different gemstones and types of Jewlery. However, this set in particular- a necklace and earrings with golden chains and black or red gemstones- was gifted to him by Verlaine.
Out of everyone at the table, he felt that Lavender would appreciate it the most. And, well, he was most likely right by the whispering coming from behind him where the three girls were walking. Off the topic of that, History of Magic was up first. His mind is clearer than it has been for a while, but there was a flicker of nervousness that came with the hours before a mission. While this isn’t the most crucial part of this mission, it can influence a lot. Every factor counts. So, now determined, Chuuya reaches for the doorhandle.
...He found out pretty quickly after this that it was almost impossible to keep track of what the fuck Professor Binns was droning on about. Half the class had been lulled to sleep by his ranting, and the other half were trying their hardest not to do the same. Hermione, though, was writing notes down, but they seemed less coherent than what he’d expected. He, too, attempted to take notes- but his English writing, despite the months of careful calligraphy practice with Kouyou- was shit. Downright illegible. So, he opted to write in French instead, because while it isn’t his best language, it would make sense with his apparent backstory.
He asked a few questions- maybe one every fifteen or so minutes- and was readily answered. His energy was on a down low the moment the teacher dismissed them for the next class. Even Arahabaki was annoyed with this whole ideal; grumbling and whatever as he collected his things. As they were approaching the transfiguration classroom, Lavender walked up ahead to him. She had the box in her hands, holding it delicately as though it would break if she held it incorrectly.
“Are you sure that you want me to have this? It looks really... expensive. Like, are you sure it’s not yours? Did you misplace it?”
“Hm? Ah, no, not at all. It's meant to be yours. I thought you’d look nice in it,” he replied honestly, stopping and turning to her, “Would you like me to help put it on?”
Her red face shocked him a little, but she mumbled an affirmative and gave him the box.
“Do you like it?”
“Hm? Yes, of course I do. It's lovely, just... There are definitely prettier girls who could wear this better than I can.”
“Well, that’s not what matters, does it? I chose to give it to you.”
Somehow her face got even more red. He continued, nonetheless, desperate to get his thoughts out in the open. He understood what it was like to be insecure like this; when he was treated as though one of Kouyou’s closest girls despite being new and being taught most things that came with her line of work. He was worried that he wouldn’t do well enough. That the girls that were an option to be in his place would get jealous and attack him. That they would have done better in his place.
“Despite only knowing you for a day, Lavender, I know you have a kind heart. You're not the type to deceive people, and I think that’s a great personality trait someone can have. I mean, not only that, but you’re pretty, too... So, don’t think so badly about yourself, okay? You look stunning in this Jewely, and no one can tell you otherwise.”
“I- I’m sorry, is this some sort of love confession?”
It all seemed to come down to him at once. His face almost matched hers, and they stood in the suddenly silent hallway, awkwardly just looking at each other for a few seconds. The only thing that was running through his mind in that moment was Dazai’s words: ‘Maybe even get yourself a girlfriend?’
It was only a suggestion, but it was definitely possible, and it could help him in the future. So, steeling his nerves, he replied.
“I mean, if you want to, I wouldn’t mind. But, if you think it’s too early, then we won’t-”
“Sure. I’ll be your girlfriend, Chuuya.”
...That was surprisingly easy. How does someone maintain a relationship, again?