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“I can’t find it, I can’t find it!” Serge frantically searches through his desk as a desperate attempt to find what he’s looking for. Where did he put it? He continues to flail about, shoving the things in his desk from left to right in any hope that it would reveal the thing at the bottom that he was looking for. Maybe if he’d just kept it with all the other things, he’d be able to find it.
In his frenetic state, Serge didn’t hear the office door open or his fellow prefect greet him. Once Klaus was clearly aware that he’d been ignored, he was about to pull Serge up on the mess of his desk before he noticed a letter on the floor, its origins unknown. With gentle care, he picked up the letter snd noticed it was addressed to him with the front of the letter being very neatly written in a handwriting that felt somewhat familiar.
After he took one last look at Serge, he opened the seam, pulled his glasses out of his pocket and began to read.
It was clearly addressed to him, in a handwriting more familiar now and at first it seemed pretty innocuous, just someone telling him about their adventures overseas and how much they missed him. Seemed pretty normal for a letter like that.
Until he reached towards the bottom of the letter.
As he read, his face began to warm up whilst his hands clamped up with sweat. He read on, twice just to be sure, that this is what he was seeing:
’And to top it off, I grew an embarrassing crush on you! God, I hope I don’t send it after writing that. I just think you’re amazing, Klaus! I don’t want you for your money or something dumb like that. You could live in a shoebox and you’d still mean the world to me. But…you’ll never forgive me, so what’s the point? Well I’m glad I told someone, at least. It’s out in the open now. Although I’d give a lot to kiss you. Just once! You’d probably hate me even more afterwards.
’Anyway, feel free to rip this up. You probably don’t want it after that.’
’Yours (I wish!) embarrassingly,’
’Serge Durandal (You know who I am, after all.’
Speechless, Klaus looked up and realised he was locking eyes with the writer of the letter. He looked like he was about to curl up into a ball and die so Klaus quickly broke eye contact to neatly put the letter back into the envelope. Before Klaus could break the silence, Serge did the honours.
“I would cheer that you found what I was looking for but you read what was inside, so it’s not so much of a victory now.” He sighed as he took the letter he was now holding out to him. “As you can probably tell by what I wrote, you weren’t supposed to know. Even if I was going to tell you, it wouldn’t have been like that. It, um, it never changed. So if this changes anything, I can move into a different office, I can-“
“Serge?” The other prefect stared back at him now, expecting an answer.
“Uh, yes Klaus?” He responded, still in a flustered panic.
“Shut up.” He said, before closing the distance between them and pulling Serge in for a gentle kiss. He chuckled triumphantly as he pulled away and shook his head. “Maybe if you sent your letters rather than locking them in your desk, you’d find things out. I know you said just once, but you and I both know we’d rather do this more often. Anyway, I found your letter so back to work.” With a cocky smirk, he walked back to his desk and began to work, although his heart was hammering in his chest.
“H-Huh?! Klaus, what?!” Serge, however, was still lost and confused several minutes later.