Bored out of your mind in double bio, you had a terrible substitute. The type that won’t let you leave the classroom, and will actually take your phone or iPod or the occasional fancy calculator away and won’t give it back. She wouldn’t even let you leave the classroom to get more homework, and you had finished the dinky little busy work in the first ten minutes of class. Most of the kids were talking quietly, which surprisingly the sub didn’t seem to care about, but you were in the class with no friends.
So you were stuck in here for the next hour and a half or so, and you had actually started to read the textbook. Figuring you’d skim what you’d be learning next, you opened up to the section on pigments.
When you got to the albinos, you instantly looked up at Gilbert Beilschmidt. That of course made your heart flutter for a moment, as you met his scarlet gaze and let your eyes drop back down to the textbook.
And it was fascinating. The white tint was due to albinos lacking pigments. Pigments reflected different wavelengths of light back. You were glued to the small passage, and what really became interesting was the red eyes. It was the blood behind them that made the irises red, and that was just extremely captivating. When it went on to say how rare having totally red eyes in humans was, you looked back up at Gilbert for a moment, lost in his eyes.
As soon as he looked up over to you, you lowered your gaze back to the textbook, rereading the albinism passage carefully, since you had read it so eagerly the first time and might have missed things.
Why were you looking at him? Gilbert sat, trying not to stare at you as you read the textbook with an intense stare. But every once in a while you would lift your head and stare at him. When Gil saw it happening, he would move his gaze from you and talk to his friends to see how long you would stare. Of course, almost immediately his curiosity got the better of him and he would look at you, your eyes darting back to the book in embarrassment.
He had always liked you. You were different, laughing quietly at his jokes in the corner, not looking at him disgusted like he was some infectious leech. But he never saw you open up around people you weren’t close to.
Sometimes he would see you at lunch, surrounded by your friends, laughing, carefree and easygoing. Gilbert wanted to make you feel that way, not remain without speaking terms forever. But you were on different sides of the social structure. He was a popular player, and you remained with your circle of friends that completely ignored trends, watched anime, and didn’t care about relationships.
He admired that you could be so carefree about all of the high school drama and wondered from time to time what it would be like to be in that circle instead. Gilbert wouldn’t have to care about appearances, or who was popular, or anything.
Then you became immensely immersed in the text, so he decided to see why you were looking at him. You rarely ever made eye contact with him, other than saying “Gesundheit” when he sneezed.
When you looked up slowly to inspect the albino’s eyes, you looked around to find he wasn’t there.
In fact, as you realized with a jump, he was sitting beside you, smirking. “Looking for somevone, frau?”
You blushed bright red, horrified that he had caught you staring. Stammering you uttered, “N-No...”
He let out his hissing laugh that always made you shudder, and asked, “Now, vhy are you reading zhe textbook? Vas zhere some assignment only you paid attention to?”
“No.” you said with a sigh, hoping he had just been worried about his grade in this class. “I’m just skimming the next section.”
Gilbert looked at you, “Really? You looked pretty interested.”
“Well,” you answered, “it happens to be something I find interesting.” Trying to fight back the blush on your cheeks, you took full advantage of his proximity and stared into those literally blood red eyes.
Gil looked into your text book, and seemed to be slightly taken aback, “P-Pigments?”
“Y-Yeah...” you said, a little embarrassed, but still lost in those eyes. “I had no idea red eyes were so rare. And that’s your blood...” you mused aloud, however softly.
You were staring at him full on, like he was a piece of meat. Granted, he had trained that gaze on many women before, but he had never seen such fascination in your eyes. Your beautiful (e/c) eyes...
But he tried to control the growing blush on his cheeks as you stared with a smirk, saying “I’m glad you’re avare of my awesomeness, frau.”
You just smiled back, “Well, now. Before I thought it was just your ego. I guess you won’t be as annoying to me anymore.”
Gilbert was stunned at your emboldened outburst, but just then the bell rang. You stood up suddenly, packing your bag in a flash while he stayed paralyzed. Slinging the sack over your shoulder you called out, “You truly are an awesome specimen, Gilbert.”
Gil caught up to you in the hall, turning you around and backing you up against the lockers with a quick kiss. “Care to examine me?”