Blooming Tension- Azul Ashengrotto x GN Reader
Word count: 1.4k
Synopsis: You receive an unexpected gift and Azul has a meltdown about it
A/N: sorry i've written for the octatrio way more than anybody else they just take up so much space in my head
Warnings: Implied tweel violence
Your relationship with Azul had never been a very showy one. It’s not like he was distant or unaffectionate, but around anyone but the tweels he was never too physical or flirty, holding your hand at most. He felt anything more would come across as unprofessional and tarnish the reputation he had built. You never minded too much, the attention you got in private with him was more than enough, plus too much PDA at an all boys school would be like asking to be teased.
So imagine your surprise when out of the blue one day as you’re finishing up classes, you open your locker to find a large bouquet of flowers in your favorite colors. You smiled and breathed in the sweet scent of them. Gifts from Azul weren’t uncommon, he had something for you practically every time you saw him. You were a bit caught off guard that he’d leave them in your locker though, he usually preferred handing what he got to you directly, claiming he liked to watch your reaction. You took the bouquet in your arms and started walking to Octavinelle to thank him.
You arrived fairly quickly and walked through the lounge and straight to his office with familiarity. A few staff members nodded at you as you passed by, used to your routine. You knocked on the office door, waiting for his usual ‘come in’ and entering. When he looked up to see you, he smiled instantly.
“Azul! Thank you so much for the flowers, they’re so pretty!” You beamed at him.
His face slowly fell as he looked down to see the bouquet in your grasp. “I…I’m sorry, flowers?” His brow furrowed as he said.
Your expression turned confused as you tilted the flowers out for him to see better. “Yeah, the flowers that were in my locker. They…aren’t from you?”
“No.” He responded shortly. “No, they’re not. Did you find any kind of note with them?”
You shook your head, “No, it was just the flowers. I’m sorry, I just automatically assumed they were from you.”
“Don’t apologize, you’re not the one who did anything wrong.” He frowned deeply, “Whoever this admirer is clearly is the one who stepped over the line.”
“It’s not that big a deal Azul, I can just throw them out.” “You should, but that doesn’t make it not a big deal. It’s directly disrespecting our relationship, isn’t it? And how did he even get in your locker, or know what flowers to get you?” He clenched his fists at his sides now, and his face was slowly turning a shade of pink. “That’s not something he can just get away with.”
“I really don’t think we need to do anything about it. If I find out who it is, I’ll just reject them.” You shrugged.
He huffed, looking visibly frustrated. “I…if you insist, I’ll let it go. But I won’t tolerate any other moves from this person.”
“I’m sure nothing will come of it, Azul. Don’t let yourself worry too hard about it.” You plopped yourself down on his couch finally. “Come on, tell me how your day was now.”
The two of you moved on in your conversation, discussing school and the Lounge and whatever else came up. By the time you left, you had almost forgotten about the whole incident from earlier. It would become very clear that Azul did not forget, however.
The change was immediate. You found him waiting in the hall of mirrors on your way to school the very next morning.
“I’ve come to escort you,” he smiled at you, “just to make sure you make it to class safely.” He grabbed your hand and wrapped it through his arm, leading you into the main building. If he noticed the way a few students stared at you both, he didn’t seem to care. You however felt yourself getting embarrassed under their gazes.
You stopped at your locker and he glared into it, like the locker itself had given you those flowers. “You’re being ridiculous.” You said as you looked for your history textbook. “There’s no reason to be this jealous.”
“I’m not jealous,” he quickly refuted, “I’m just making sure you aren’t subject to any more harassment.” You rolled your eyes, but did let him finish walking you to class. Even if he had his body pressed into your side the whole way.
For the rest of the day, he stuck to you like glue whenever he had a free moment. He turned up the affection to a degree you had never seen from him. He even tried to initiate a kiss in the literal middle of the hallway, but you immediately shut him down, much to his disappointment. You weren’t trying to upset him but you really didn’t know what to do with his sudden need for PDA.
“We’re just making sure people know.” he claimed, “We don’t want there to be any more confusion.”
To no surprise, nobody approached you or left you any more gifts the entire day. “See?” You said to him, “It was just a one-off thing. He was probably hoping I would go looking for him, and gave up because I didn’t.”
“Maybe, I suppose.” His expression was still dissatisfied, but he didn’t push it any further and you two said your goodbyes until tomorrow.
The next day you fully expected him to meet you before class and repeat the clinginess of the day before. Surprisingly though, he was nowhere to be found. Not in the hall of mirrors, not on your way to homeroom, not anywhere on your usual route. You brushed it off, assuming he had finally been able to move on after yesterday was so uneventful.
Classes went as normal until lunch. You were about to find your friends and sit down when a pleading voice called your name from behind you.
You turned around to find a Pomefiore student hunched over in fear. He looked familiar, you were pretty sure he sat behind you in alchemy but you’d never learned his name. He kept looking left and right, like he was expecting something to jump out at any second.
He was pale in the face as he whispered to you, “I’m sorry, okay? I get it, I shouldn’t have done anything if you already had a boyfriend. I won’t do anything else, okay? Just tell them to back off, please.”
You had to stop for a moment, but it only took a second for it to make sense. “Floyd and Jade, you mean?” you said flatly.
He nodded hurriedly and you sighed. You should have figured. “I’ll take care of it.” You told him, and marched off to find Azul.
You found him alone outside the cafeteria, pacing back and forth like he was waiting for something. When he saw you storming over, he seemed to know he was in trouble. You walked up and folded your arms, “So we’re harassing people back? Even when I said to let it go?”
He looked at you sheepishly, “I told them to refrain from violence, I knew that would upset you.” “I can’t say I believe they listened to that, judging by how scared he looked."
“Well, maybe he deserved it. He wants to steal your affection, how can I take that lightly?”
“I don’t even know his name Azul. He’s just some guy I hardly know, I don't care about him like that. There's nothing he could do to take me from you.”
Those last words seemed like they finally placated him. He nodded, “I believe you. I’m sorry, I wasn’t doubting you. I just…hate the idea of someone else courting you so shamelessly.”
You laughed lightly, “Well, regardless of who wants to ‘court’ me right now, you’re the only one for me.” He blushed a little at that, and reached for your hand. You both stood quietly for a second, just enjoying the moment together.
Loud footsteps approaching suddenly caught your attention.
“Azul, Azul! We got it done, his whole locker is full of them!” Floyd’s voice rang loudly as he bounded towards you. Jade trailed behind him with a mischievous look on his face.
You glared at Azul, “Full of what? What did you have them do?”
“I left that up to their discretion.” He shrugged.
“Azul!”
“I’ll make them stop after this. He deserves one more punishment.”