ZexionXreader 3

Ridiculous.

Absolutely ridiculous.

At first you had this strange feeling that someone was following you but you shrugged it off, thinking that you were being paranoid.

In the library, the sweet little haven of yours, you sit at a nearly empty corner while reading a book you picked out. It was relaxing finally having a chance to just read and unwind. You were done with homework, done with projects and done with studying. You finally had time to yourself.

Your nose itches and you feel a sneeze coming. You quickly pull out your handkerchief and muffle the sneeze to keep the serenity of the library in tact.

"Bless you." someone whispered into you ear.

Shocked, you spin around in your chair so quickly that you fall to the ground in an ungraceful manner. You glared at Zexion as he chuckled quietly, pulling out the chair next to yours.

Pulling yourself up and sitting back on the chair, you continue glaring at him. "Help would have been lovely." You whispered to him as he rests his chin on his hands. "You're definitely not a gentle man."

His face contorted to something akin to a pout. "Oh? What made you assume that I would be a gentle man? After all, aren't I the one who stole your beloved book?" he asked, patting his bag. You deduced that he had said book in his bag and promptly cursed his soul.

You brush the dirt from your clothes. "Are you stalking me?" You asked bluntly. For some reason, you couldn't deny the fact that he has crossed your mind whenever you felt that presence.

He rubbed his chin in thought. "I do believe that we share the same physics class." he told you. "The other times were mere coincidences."

"Coincidences?!" you asked, startled. He was stalking you.

He put a finger to his lips and shushed you. "May I remind you that this is a public library? Please be kind enough to think of the others whom are present. It's quite rude." He scolded.

You could swear you could hear the laughter behind his hushed voice. "Stalker." You hissed at him.

His visible eyebrow rose and he grew pensive for a few seconds. "You assumed me to be a gentle man  and now you accuse me of being a stalker? That's quite the contradictory idea." he said smiling.

"Well, I now like to believe that you are a troll." You say and started packing your things. "Go back and die under that bridge of yours or something."

He frowned slightly as you stood up and grabbed your hand. You stared at him inquisitively. "I presumed that you were a proper lady but as of late, I was proven wrong."

"No duh, Sherlock." He urged you to sit but you remained standing, jerking your hand away from his. You were not blushing.

He gave you a look before standing up, gesturing for you to follow (which you did). He smiled gently when he felt your presence at his side and spoke in an almost arrogant manner. "If I'm a gentle man and you're a proper lady, then perhaps we could share a lovely cup of tea."

You thought about it. "Okay, sure but you're paying."

You left the library and was fairly shocked when he wrapped his hand around yours. Strangely enough, you had no qualms.