In which (Y/n) desperately tries to drown out Rook’s constant praises and love poems in the hope of not falling in love with him.
Yet, her love for him eventually just explodes when Rook appears beneath her window on a starry night, reciting a poem to finally win her heart.
“Ma cherie, you’re the arrow that has hit my heart!”
Rook was fussing all over you as you merely sat beneath that large oak in the courtyard, hiding in the shade that the generous tree provided you. In your lap lay your heavy alchemy book, in which you had buried your face. You not paying attention to him had never bothered Rook before, so he didn’t see any problem with continuing his praises and speeches.
“And your eyes, oh your sparkling eyes!” he cried out as he clutched his hands tightly, kneeling down in front of your seated form bashfully. You briefly looked up to narrow your eyed at him when he placed his hands on your knees for support. A swoon escaped the blond’s lips. “Burning with hatred for my words, and yet your cheeks blush so adorably in delight.”
“Rook—” You sighed as he brought his face closer towards yours, his shadow looming over you frighteningly.
Another sigh escaped his lips, and he felt his arms growing weak when you pushed your alchemy book shut and rewarded him with your undivided attention. Delighted, Rook grabbed your book and threw it aside, a big grin on his lips. “Whenever you say my name, I melt…” he muttered, pushing a strand of his blond hair behind his ear.
You tilted your head to the side innocently. “Did you say something?” you asked while fumbling with your ears, eventually revealing ear plugs that you had pulled out and were now openly laying in your palm.
Rook immediately gasped in utter surprise. “Sacre bleu! You haven’t been listening to me all this time?” he cried out, a playfully hurt frown on his face.
You chuckled and shook your head, pushing him away from you before you scooted away slowly. “No, I needed to study for alchemy class,” you explained while Rook inched closer to you the more you distanced yourself from him, “and I can’t concentrate if you talk all the time, Rook.”
Rook let out a little huff as you were about to put the ear plugs back into your ears; with reflexes as quick as light, he wrought them out of your hands and threw them over his shoulders. “Away with those damned ear plugs!” he yelled out, causing your eyes to widen in utter horror.
“Hey! I still need them,” you hissed, about to get up and retreat them again, yet you were stopped by Rook pushing you back into your place underneath the tree.
“Non, you don’t,” he cooed and your cheeks immediately turned red, much to your dismay. You watched him with wary eyes as his hand dug into the pocket of his blazer, looking for something. His charm was dangerous — and he knew he had a special spot in your heart, no matter how much you tried to push him away. He had been wooing you for quite a while now, patiently waiting for you to give in and confess your reciprocated feelings for him. You bit your lip in fear when he pulled out a long paper scroll, the end touching the floor. “For I have a poem to present you.”
