𝕸orgαnα .ᐟ

〝 oh, of course. how stupid of me. 〞he remarks sarcastically, two fingers rubbing his temple.〝 you've followed me all the way from class. just tell me what you want. 〞

“ uh-huh sure your not ” he says in an unamused tone ( Now he's back to his cold / mean persona he puts on )

both are hot.

all men are hot.

trigger warning ; hot man covered in b̶l̶o̶o̶d̶ food dye.

.. whoops.

“ your still basically laughing at me it's not funny ! ” ( The flush is gone now , he's obviously annoyed now , crossing his arms )

( This only caused him to get more red ) “ hey dont laugh at me I'm not used to being complimented okay ? ”

near his feet, he notices a casted shadow following his movements with only a few seconds delay. goosebumps on his neck as he feels someone's stare, so he whirls around, only to be confused.〝 morgana, why are you following me? 〞

( Cue a small blush spreading across his cheeks he's not used to compliments ) “ oh uhm thank you ”