White Boyz

Aito wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about Alkawari’s hands being on his head, but he knew, somehow, that she was being as gentle as possible with him. It hurt for the first little bit, but he allowed it, gritting his teeth and trying not to look weak in front of her even though it was probably already too late for that. Then again, this was Alkawari. She was strong and fierce, it wouldn’t be unlikely that a lot of people seemed weak to her, including Aito. So, trying to push down his embarrassment, Aito relaxed a bit, especially as Alka began humming. It was strangely… comforting, the odd way she produced magic without a wand. The humming, he had figured out, was somehow a way of helping channel the Danara magic he didn’t understand.

Slowly, Aito’s head began to feel a bit better. It was a bit odd at first, little parts of it losing feeling, worrying him at first, until he realized that it was taking away the pain. It was similar to the effect ice would have head after sitting on his head for a while, but much faster, and also incredibly different. He did have to admit though, he was really beginning to like the feeling of her fingers running through his hair. His eyes closed and his entire body went limp, relaxing from the stiff set it had been shortly before. He let out a little groan, as Alkawari’s lips found his head, and with them, the coolness ebbed, taking all of the pain in his head with it. He smiled, liking the way his head seemed to tingle afterwards, a pleasant little buzz of sorts. He didn’t lift his head yet though, letting it remain set against the table, relishing how impossibly comfortable he felt now that it was no longer throbbing. There was nothing left of whatever injury hitting the floor had given him, and the relief that surrounded him had him reaching out one hand, searching, glancing sideways through his hair.

As Alkawari sat down, Aito found her hand and grasped it gently, but firmly, closing his eyes again. He breathed, tightening his hold slightly, but neither in a possessive or angry manner, but rather, a gentle need to touch another person. It was simply in his nature. Finally though, he sat up, rolled his shoulders, and turned his head to look at Alkawari properly. His face lit up, a wide smile spreading across it, genuine. He released her hand and lifted his own, tentatively allowing his fingers to brush gently against the side of her cheek, hesitating for only a moment before he cupped her face. ”Much better, thank you, beautiful.” He stated with a laugh, feeling much more like himself again. The words rolled off his lips with ease, no semblance of whether it was okay to call her that or not. However, he had never really kept his mouth completely shut when he had something nice to say, and thus, sometimes words flowed out unhindered by a proper thought process of whether he should actually let them or not. It wasn‘t a lie either. He had always seen Alkawari as an attractive being, but more so now that his head felt good. And it was thanks to her and her gentle fingers, despite the fact that she‘d been the cause of his pain in the first place. ”Could've surprised me. My head’s all tingly.”

”Yeah, not sure why they don’t teach it to us sooner. You’d think it would be higher up on the list of required lessons.” Aito nodded, knowing they probably wouldn’t reach even basic healing spells until seventh year unless they looked them up on their own. He had never completely understood that part of schooling. Surely by the time a student was a third year they would be more than capable of performing some of the even most standard of things. Like, little cuts and bruises, or say, the bump that had been on his head. It would save the school nurse a bit of work, then again, perhaps it was better if kids had to rely on an adult to do the healing in case they needed to talk about why they were hurt in the first place.

The boy’s eyes widened slightly at Alka’s jibe, wondering if she could be serious for no more than the moment it took her lips to turn upwards. He eased, grinning back at her brightly and pulling his arm back. He took up his quill and twirled it at bit, still gazing at her rather curiously. She was such a strange enigma of a person and yet, she wasn’t bad, if he thought about it. She’d just made a joke, even if it had been quite a bad one. He had also noticed, the way she’s stiffened a bit at his comment, broken eye contact, and then the joke. Had she been offended by his honesty? No, that couldn’t be it. Then again, sometimes he was too honest and it tended to throw others off. However, he brushed it off. She hadn’t said anything about it, so he wouldn’t either.

”I’m incredibly glad to hear that because I’m almost certain you could probably kill me with your bare hands if you wanted to… Not that that’s a bad thing! You’re… strong, you know? Just saying.” Aito admitted with a little bit of a laugh, shaking his head and turning his eyes back to his notebook. He scribbled down a couple of things before clanging up again. ”Also, for the record, I would look terrible dead and would not make a very good cuddle buddy once my body reached rigor mortis. Assuming, you know, you still want to be cuddle buddies?”