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Gilgamesh was studying for the half-year exams in his room.
It was not necessary for him to spend much time reading calculation exercises, to begin with, he was a good student with a privileged memory capacity, so in a few minutes he would finish his slight review.
He pound his cheek vaguely with the rubber of his pencil, sighing as he heavily removed the break lenses he had. And timidly consuming a bag of gummies that he bought hours earlier in a common store.
It was night so the tranquility in his small apartment. He leaned over in his own chair, looking for comfort for his back while watching his backpack carefully.
His blue hair tilted forward when Gil decided to get up from his chair and go to his briefcase to carefully pull out his diary. And with a slow pace he sat back at his desk.
He opened it with interest as he read the paragraphs he had written that afternoon in the University.
"Today at recess Arthur took me to lunch, I guess we're friends now…"
The word "I guess" in that sentence was because Gilgamesh wasn't sure if he really wanted to befriend Arthur, the man was intense and was notoriously possessive for no apparent reason, Gilgamesh wanted to think that he didn't care but… In his position it was kind of difficult.
He slowly approach his pencil to the sheet of his diary with the intention of writing something about Arthur's intense character, if not because his phone began to vibrate on his desk.
He would have kept writing if it wasn't for the sound of the notification being "messaging."
It wouldn't be strange for a person with a high social life to get a message, but if you're someone like Gilgamesh obviously the reaction is different.
The only people who wrote to him were Ereshkigal (the tragic girlfriend of his late best friend) who wrote to him on weekends only to find out if he was okay, Siduri, who wrote only in the mornings to find out if he had breakfast properly and Ishtar, who only wrote to ask if there was any unfinished business.
It could probably have been Ishtar sending a message for that, but for some reason Gilgamesh knew it wasn't her, and none of the women mentioned.
It was too late, at that hour, they should be resting.
He picked up his cell phone and observed that an unknown number wrote to him.
"--(A):--Studying too late?--"
Gilgamesh wrinkled his nose, some of this was very familiar to him, and although all his senses said to walk away and ignore him, for some reason he did not.
"--(G):--Excuse me... do I know this number?--"
"--(A):--Oh no, I think I got confused, let me think, am I talking to the sexiest person in this universe?--"
Gilgamesh frowned somewhat blushing, what the hell?
"--(G):--I think your got confused…" Gilgamesh was no longer considered an attractive person, if at some point in his past he did so perhaps it was because of his already defunct high self-esteem.
The person on the other side of the screen took time to write and Gil was anxious.
"--(A):--Gilgamesh--"
Gilgamesh's unexpressed face frowned, this person knew who he really was, and immediately knew who it was about.
"--(G):--Why do you have my number, Arthur?-- It's terrifying--"
And that if was his Friend Arthur? Was there a reason to have your number without his consent? How did he get it?
"--(A):--I'm on the student council, it's not hard to see the records you entered at the beginning of the year~--"
"--(G):--That's ok... I guess--"
Clearly that wasn't right! It's almost sick and dangerous! But what could Gil say about this? He literally can't tell Arthur to delete his number and look for it the right way.
Which is "asking"
But Gilgamesh can't say, instead he only gave a slight "ok" while unconsciously combing one of his blue hair.
"--(A):--I'm glad it doesn't bother you, for a moment I thought you'd take it as a weird gesture--"
It's exactly how his taking it!
Gilgamesh did not answer, not because he did not want to, but because he did not know exactly what to say, he was used to responding with short words like "yes" "no" or "maybe"
"--(A):--You're upset, aren't you?--"
Gilgamesh nodded, and then he felt like an idiot nodding in front of his cell phone when obviously the person on the other side couldn't see him.
Instinctively he blushed.
"--(G):--I was studying--are you doing it too?--"
Gilgamesh saw his notebooks, and walked away from his desk, only to lie on his bed with his cell phone.
As soon as his body touched the bed, he got another message.
"--(A):--Yes, I was studying, but it's kind of hard when I can't get you out of my head--"
Gilgamesh didn't understand the hint this time.
"--(G):--Did I do something wrong?--"
"--(A):--Not really, but you're very cute, honey."
Thank you? Actually Gilgamesh did not know what to do, a part of him was uncomfortable, perhaps by the obvious show of affection and on the other hand, for some unknown reason he liked it.
Gilgamesh, for his part, enjoyed the talk, they would spend hours in front of their phones talking about anything, and it would only end until Gil fell asleep with an unsused message in the tray.
"--(G):--I like to have a friend--"
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