“I can come back later. I see you were busy.”

“Huh?”

He points to the purple rabbit on my left hand and I’m sure if it was possible my face would be fire engine red by now.

“It’s not what it looks like.”

I get an eyebrow raise.

“No, really, it isn’t mine.”

“Uh-huh!”

“Seriously, I found it here.”

“Relax, no judgement there, you do what you’ve got to do.”

He is now sprawled on my bed still staring at me laughter dancing in those beautiful eyes.

I get a chance to really check him out, he’s not as tall as Khalil or Killian but he at least has an entire foot on me, most people do, to be honest.

With black hair to his waist, he looks like he’d star in a Chinese Historical drama, especially with how his hair is tied back, the man is simply a sight to behold.

“You done?” he asks, amused.

“Huh?” I reply, earning a giggle from Blue who just came in.

“Hello, pretty boy, what are you doing here?”

“me?” asks Blue climbing into bed next to the hot stranger, see what I said about self-preservation?

“yes, you, you’re the prettiest baby I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

“you are pretty too, mama will like you.”

now I sounded like a shallow bitch.

“Really?” he asks scanning me with those cyan eyes.

“Mama likes pretty people, like from the tv.”

“Does she now? Wait, what!... Mama?”

“I practically raised him alone, so that’s what he calls me.”

That was the story we decided on, Blue was my younger brother and we were orphans so I raised him since apparently having a child outside mating was considered taboo, which is funny considering how often fae are depicted as extremely sexual beings.

“Right,” the beautiful man says.

“Well, I’m Axel Rathe, your soon-to-be best friend and your official escort as per the dean’s orders.”

“Rathe... are you, by any chance, connected to the dean?”

“Yeah, he got horny about 23 years ago and Voila, a beautiful man right here.”

“What’s horny?”

I turn to Axel with a glare, “get yourself out of that one, will you?”

“Well, little man, it’s kind of an illness, one that makes people do...”

“Should have known better than to let you speak.”

“Is there a cure?” Blue continues as if I hadn’t interrupted.

“Yeah, there’s a cure, your mama is holding it.”

At that, I remember I’m still holding on to the stupid toy and I let it drop like it burned.

Faint amusement lingering in the air let me know who left it in my room, stupid magical school and its stupid sense of humour.