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Gilgamesh possessed catastrophic insecurities of all kinds, about his image, about the treaty of people towards him, about the humiliation of being who he is and remaining the same.
If you ask him, he will never remember or mention a happy moment between his childhood and most of his teenage years. And most of the time, it was because Gil thought he deserved all the terrible things in the world, and his actions (unconsciously) dragged him into that.
It was all until he went to college.
All the students went alone at their own pace, No one realized their existence and they didn't mind knowing it. Gilgamesh was no stranger to the need to want to have friends, he really wanted to, but if no one in his class was trying to meet others, then he should imitate them.
In his classroom, Gil's preferred seat was the background, one close to the window, privacy and oblivion, almost no one sat back, because they wanted to retain as much information as possible that the teacher dictated clearly, but Gilgamesh did not need to sit up front to understand what the teacher was doing.
(Of course He wouldn't raise my hand to answer your questions, but you'd always have the right answer written in your notebook and exams)
His college life had been relatively 'normal' for someone as introverted and distressing as him. Until halfway through the cycle all that changed.
A day that must have been 'normal'.
He filled bored people in a large studio, listening to what a man about to die had to say about ancient math theories.
Peace was disturbed when the door of the place opened thunderously interrupting the class.
— Mr. Pendragon...—The professor seemed surprised by the attitude of the tall man who had interrupted his explanations.
— Sorry for the delay.
His voice was monotonous, inexpressive, but he managed strangely to impose fear. Gilgamesh's pink eyes analyzed him for a second. This 'Pendragon' was tall, pale, amber eyes and his hair... It looked like the blonde had lost the intensity of those golden strand features. Just to possess a sad and pitiful color.
The professor settled on his glasses, as if what he was seeing was unreal, and told the 'Pendragon' that he will take a seat.
The tall man began to climb the steps to sit on one of the long benches of the classroom.
Gilgamesh didn't know who that person was, but he was definitely astonished when all the students (even the teacher and the poor man who had arrived minutes earlier to take the trash out of the inner dumpsters) began to follow him with his gaze so religiously, attentive to all his actions.
Step by step.
Until reality hit him like a bucket of cold water and surprised him when he saw that fearsome man get to where he was and sat next to him. For a moment He saw people's eyes staring at him, so embarrassed that He crouched his head so that he could not see them, but little hard attention, because they all really focused on Pendragon.
Then the murmurs, the typical gossips and questions began outside of what it would have to do with the class.
Gilgamesh tried not to see him, if He didn't look at him, maybe Pendragon don't know what's there.
Just like everybody else.
In addition, you probably didn't even notice it when you came to sit there.
Gilgamesh could ask him for a pencil he didn't need and scare him into sitting somewhere else.
Of course, if he had more confidence in himself, all he'll do now, he'd be quiet and not bother the 'scary lord' if he wanted to stay alive.
It was a few minutes before the teacher asked for order awkwardly and students will stop casting glances back.
The minutes that went by for Gil were eternal. It wasn't until he seemed to reassure himself that the golden eyes next to him spoke.
—Are you a ghost?
Auch.
Gilgamesh buffooned a little but in a low whisper he tried to answer :—No
— Ah, so if you're alive.
That hurts.
Gilgamesh didn't answer, his continued to face tending the exercises put on the huge blackboard. Writing patiently, and trying to solve them in an instant, it wasn't until He was curious about his dark companion next door, and He just wanted to see what he was going to do. And to his surprise, that man didn't move a finger to solve the exercises, he didn't even seem to have brought a notebook.
Should I give him a leaf
Gil thought, but shook his head, maybe this Pendragon was a bandalo who had been forced to attend
— It's 16 — Arthur said quietly, and Gilgamesh only looked at him in disbelief, and he had not even written his resolution. It was impossible for him…
Gil wrote numbers too fast... The answer was indeed 16.
The pink eyes looked at Pendragon once, then his own notebooks, then Pendragon, he was like this for a long time.
—16...— he said, affirming the response of his pale companion next door.
Apparently this was heard by the golden-eyed one, because he smiled low and his long arm extended Up as far as he could, and then he speak loudly: — Here they already have the answer — He interrupt the class a second time, but the professor was frozen again.
— I'm not done explaining how this is resolved, — the pitiful senior man said.
Gilgamesh, for his part, was scared,He knew what Pendragon was up to and he wasn't happy with that. His heart was in his throat, he definitely didn't want to participate, he didn't even want to go to the front of the board, not when he could be calm waiting for someone with enough self-esteem to go and offer to solve the problem.
— Man, This guy has it all figured out, and… I'm sure everyone here already knows how the theory of Gottfried.
Little laughter was present but the professor didn't seem to want to take the opposite.
He gave a heavy sigh —Well, Mr. Elish, step forward here.
Gilgamesh shrugged, he definitely didn't want to go to the front, but everything was too despairing, everyone's looks were really directing at him at that moment, now he's sweating, and he feels a particularly painful knot in his stomach.
He was going up, he knew that by order of his teacher he should be in charge.
He breathed deep and took awkward steps, trying not to stumble as they kept looking at him.
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Class was over normally
And the end of the educational day had come, everyone was already dating.
Gilgamesh was lying on his desk, had used all the mental strength he had to go to the front, clearly the answer He had executed was correct (obviously) but He didn't want the whole the class to see it.
He had even deeper thoughts of his inner shame, if it were not for a laughter he going back to reality.
Gilgamesh raised his head, had a pitiful face, but his eyes stared at Pendragon.
Why wasn't he gone?
— Your little act of before was cute — said the golden-eyed one with a smile gil didn't know how to recogniz.
— Why did you do that? — A little annoyance approached in his weak and quiet voice, which made him more adorable in sight of his companion.
—You looked like someone who always has the answer, but their self-confidence makes you not participate in classes.
Gilgamesh closed his eyes and moved his head to the opposite side— In the university it's not so important to participate, if I can have the right answers on the exam…
The blond smile with interest — So you're the typical quiet nerd.
—I'm not a Nerd, I'm just…
— But if you're quiet,— Pendragon smiled
— Who are you? — Gil look at it and the other man smiled even more.
The golden eyes opened in surprise, he could feel like this guy was trying to find the right words without scaring him.
—A student like you.
Gilgamesh's pink eyes reflected distrust, but his face had not a single expression.
— A student... 'Normal' wouldn't calm down a whole class and leave the professor wanting to cry...
— I have certain tricks— the blond lr flirty wink, and Gil's cheeks blushed, again, he moved his head in the opposite direction so he wouldn't see it.
—How do I know you're not a serial killer? Or a thief?
—How many people do I have to kill for you to consider me a serial killer?
Gilgamesh was silent thinking about his answer — five… ?
— Then no — his smile grew wider.
Gilgamesh looked at him inexpressively, perhaps unhappy with his joke, but said nothing, got up from his seat and started picking up his things, placing them in his briefcase one by one.
— Are you leaving? — The blond's deep voice gave him chills again.
Gilgamesh just nodded and a little babbling trying to say yes.
When he finished keeping everything he felt like the blonde also got up and Gil looked at him strangely.
And Pendragon realized that.
— What?
—Were you waiting for me?
— I thought it would be nicer to tell you that I'd come with you when we were outside the room, but yes, I was waiting for you.
—... — Gilgamesh was silent, wondering what the hell he'd gotten himself into, because there was no reason for this handsome man to so desperately want to be by his side, he tried to move forward and listen to each other's footsteps doing the same.
It was silent when they left the complex of academic structures, Gil hoped that a group of boys would be outside waiting to hit him, and that 'Pendragon' was there only to take care of him that he did not escape. But there was no one, not a soul, just normal people, seeing them both.
Gilgamesh realized at that moment that he was staring at everyone.He blushed with shame and carefully placed his trusty hood over his head, hiding his turquoise hair from everyone's sight.
He heard a buffoon from the blond behind him, but nothing more than that.
—Why do you want to come with me? — Gil asked in a whisper, — I don't even know who you really are.
— Don't you think it's a little late to ask that? — The tall man stood by him — My name is Arthur Pendragon and I was an example student for the last three years of this university.
Gilgamesh looked at him inexpressively and then turned his gaze to the road — I never heard of you.
— Well, it hardly seems like you talk to people, I think it's obvious that my name you doesn't look familiar... — This time Gilgamesh turned his gaze to him with some interest — Before I started the cycle I had a little fight with some teachers and students — Arthur should not be proud of that behavior, but a disguised smile furged his lips with satisfaction — Two of the teachers ended up in emergency and the students arranged surgery appointments, because of that I was admitted to a correctional facilities until last week...
Gilgamesh heard enough when the word "Emergencies" resoned in his head and sped up, Arthur shouted something like "Oh Come on! Is it seriously?" before approaching him.
— Please I ask you to stay away from me,— said the pink-eyed.
He tried to walk away, but hoped Arthur would take his arm tightly and force him to stop him, but it wasn't, on the other hand, the blond just came forward to stand in front of him. Gilgamesh watched him, even believing he would be mistreated by that man. But nothing came.
— Do you remember? — His voice for a strange reason seemed to have hope.
Gilgamesh stopped his way, and Arthur recoiled his own.
— I don't know what you're talking about, — he replied, trying not to seem worried.
— Gilgamesh Elish, you know very well what I mean.
— No… I don't know, and please, I tell you to stop joining me.
Arthur did not insist any more, and Gilgamesh surrounded him to get on with his way.