On normal days, he would just do the usual. He would study, train with Sebek and protect Malleus. However, this wasn't a normal day. Not really. Silver was pretty sure he was desperate. He was in the ramshackle dorm, together with you. His you. Or rather, not exactly his. The you he was having not only a crush on, but a cliffhanger. And that was worrying him.

Why would it be right if he continued to show the love he felt for you quietly? It was almost the seventeenth time the thought had occurred to him. Or maybe it was the thirtieth, Silver's thoughts were becoming more and more distant. However, it was getting difficult to try and keep acting like this.

In any case, Silver had to focus on the schoolwork he had been assigned. It was on the history of magic, and Trein had been very demanding this time. Especially after Malleus's overblot, and because Silver was from diasomnia and Malleus's family, he had suffered a certain consequence. You had readily volunteered to help, and that only made the growing feelings unbearable.

The truth was that the changes came little by little; at first, it was just a few heartbeats racing at the sight of you. He wondered why, until the next time, the racing heartbeats didn't come alone, they came with a blush to the point where Silver looked like a strawberry. The point was that he was starting to get used to the warm sensation spreading through his chest.

Even if the warmth in his chest and Silver's feelings bubbled up like soda whenever he looked at you, wondering what feelings you had. Or if you simply had any feelings at all. Silver really wanted to show more, so that one day he would have the courage to find out if the feelings were reciprocated.

Perhaps because of the reverie his feelings led him into, Silver ended up feeling his own eyes begin to grow heavy. He didn't want this to happen, as it had a thousand times before. However, this time, it was unavoidable before he muttered something probably incomprehensible.

**

Hours had possibly passed. At least, that's what Silver had thought. Usually his naps were quicker, but apparently this day was destined not to be as usual.

Silver's eyes were opening slightly as, slowly, his eyes finally noticed you. You. He was simply, in some crazy way that his brain didn't even understand, lying next to you. On the sofa in the ramshackle dorm, and to make his breath catch in his throat even more, you were awake analyzing him carefully. Damn.