I Love you! Let’s get married!

I Love you! Let’s get married!

Lemon Irvine had been in love with Mash for a long time. Everyone knew about it, but not everyone understood her taste in guys. And few understood Mash himself and his complete detachment at the moments of receiving another declaration of love addressed to him. Even though Lemon was a little unwise and naive, but even her attempts to impress the reinforced concrete magician caused a drop of sympathy from her friends. In short, at the Adler faculty, students had long since forgotten about the strange couple and simply watched with interest the next episode of the Easton series "I Love You, Let's Get Married." Lemon was always eager to please Mash at least somehow. She trained long and hard in the art of baking sweets, giving preference to profiteroles. And now, when she was satisfied with the result, the treasured basket with still hot goodies went to meet a potential taster. “Mash! Mash! I made your favorite profiteroles! Try it!” Finding Mash within the academy walls was easy. At this time of day, he was usually fixing the door he had knocked down to the room he shared with Finn. The door, by the way, was broken into two parts this time, each of which was in the hands of a confused Burnedead. “Oh, Mash, maybe you need help?” Irvine asked sympathetically, coming closer and looking into the room where the frightened Finn was hiding. “You shouldn’t help him!” the roommate hastened to warn. “I don’t want us to spend the night without a door at all.” “What happened?” the girl turned her surprised gaze to the quiet Mash, who was pretending to examine the curls on the wallpaper. “He decided to kill a mosquito,” Finn responded. Lemon looked appraisingly at the two pieces of wood in the brunette’s hands. One thing was clear, the mosquito had been killed. “Wow, Mash! You are so strong,” the girl began with an inspired voice after a second's pause. “If a mosquito or any other insect ever appears in my room, I will definitely ask you for help!” Her praise must have made a pleasant impression on Mash, because he lowered his golden eyes to the beaming smile of his classmate. “Yeah, sure. No problem,” was all he answered until he noticed the basket from which a sweet familiar aroma was coming. “And what do you have in there? Profiteroles?” Finn silently watched what was happening, hoping only that Mash, while having a nice conversation, would not forget to fix the door before curfew. “Yes! I made them especially for you!” Lemon perked up even more, slightly opening the napkin thrown over the treasured basket. “Please, help yourself!” The boy looked at the golden pastry with interest, and then looked at his hands in bewilderment. “Ah. My hands are busy with the door – “ “It's okay!” Irvine, who had suddenly turned red, did not let him finish. “Let me feed you,” and grabbing the first profiterole she came across, she held it out to Mash's face. “Open your mouth and say "Ah-ah-ah". Burnedead without a second thought began to do as he was told, leaning towards the girl's outstretched hand. Finn's jaw dropped in the background from the courage of his female classmate and the stupidity of his friend. After all, only couples in love did this kind of things! He, Finn, was not ready to see this scene, the main characters of which were his comrades. Lemon's eyes lit up brighter than the stars in anticipation of a miracle. She watched with bated breath as Mash's lips approached her fingers. Everything happened in slow motion, with pink lighting and soap bubbles. But a second before Mash could enjoy the treat he wanted, someone brazenly grabbed Lemon's hand and gobbled up the profiterole in one bite. The room went quiet. It had been quiet before, but now it was too quiet. Lemon didn't immediately understand what had happened and why she was seeing Mash's imperturbably calm expression, looking off to the side. The girl automatically turned her head in the direction of her beloved boy's gaze and, to her great horror, saw that her hand was still in the tenacious grip of the uninvited guest, who was brazenly chewing the profiterole she had prepared for Mash. Tears glistened in the girl's eyes. "Dot! How could you!" she sobbed in disappointment, mentally saying goodbye to the fairytale illusion in which she had been just a few seconds ago. "Sorry, sorry, I couldn't resist," the red-haired student hooligan responded cheerfully, smiling broadly without a hint of remorse. "From what? From the profiteroles or from the opportunity to teach Mash a lesson?" Finn thought sourly, watching the ordinary scene of a love triangle. Although, this triangle hardly qualified as such. "That was my profiterole," Mash said evenly, but there was still a hint of annoyance in his voice. He was obviously genuinely upset by the embarrassment that had just occurred. "Yes, that was his profiterole, Dot! I baked them especially for Mash! Why did you steal it right from under his nose?" Lemon was very disappointed. She could hardly hold back her tears. "Because I love your treats too," Barrett was indignant. "Why does the mushroom head always get all the best? Tell me, why don't you ever cook something for me, Lemon?" Irvine gritted her teeth and looked defiantly into the eyes of the red-haired mage. "Because I love Mash, you idiot!" she exclaimed, giving in to her emotions. “I like to cook for him, and when we get married, I will always spoil Mash with all sorts of delicious things. And I will also bake muffins and make homemade jam for our children, and when they grow up, I will teach them to bake first-class profiteroles so that they can also spoil dad with his favorite delicacy. And also —“ “Lemon, stop,” the puzzled Finn, who had been listening and watching all this time, appealed to her common sense, but decided that it was time to intervene. He felt sorry for his friend, because the students passing by began to look with interest into the room, both pieces of the door of which were still in Mash's hands. And although similar scenes of lovemaking were commonplace for a small circle of their friends, for strangers, seeing Lemon in a moment of her fantasies about a bright future, Finn considered being unnecessary entertainment. The girl instantly closed her mouth, finally noticing the interest and mockery with which several Adlerites passing along the corridor were looking at her. And while Dot, with his characteristic irascibility and threats, was driving the onlookers away, Lemon, in total embarrassment, pressed the basket to her chest, cast her bashful glance at the overly calm and silent Mash, and rushed out of the doorless room at the speed of light, disappearing around the corner. She mentally reproached herself for everything she had said earlier. Usually, she did not spread her plans for Mash and their happy future so openly. She tried to keep everything she said to herself in the form of girlish dreams, which she loved to indulge in before going to bed. She really liked Mash, but he hardly took her feelings seriously. She had repeatedly told him that she loved him and wanted to marry him, but she had never seen a response from him. Not only he, but all her friends considered her funny and loved to joke about her sincere love, not giving any importance to her feelings. And such sad thoughts became completely bitter. Having overcome the path that ran between the buildings of the male and female dormitories, the girl was ready to run into the door she needed, when Mash landed in front of her with a bang, apparently jumping out of the window of his room. He appeared in front of her so suddenly that she almost crashed into him when she braked sharply. Irvine was confused when she finally realized that it was indeed Mash standing in front of her, and his expression was very serious. When he silently took a step towards her, Lemon was very embarrassed and looked down. She knew that she had said too much earlier, and she didn’t want him to start thinking of her as some kind of a crazy person. But what was said could not be undone. “W-what are you doing here?” she asked hesitantly, trying to turn away to hide her burning face. But she failed, because Mash had come so close that the only barrier separating their bodies from each other was the straw basket pressed to the girl’s chest. “Profiteroles. I never got to try them.” His face always expressed calmness, and therefore, it was never possible to understand what he was thinking. And even now. Lemon raised her eyes, wet from recent tears, to him and looked at the imperturbable handsome face of the brunette, which told nothing to her. However, she did not see any mockery in his golden eyes either. “I don't think you'll like them. Still, I can't keep up with your skill.” Her voice was devoid of its usual lively colors, and that fact cut Mash hard in the ear. “Sorry I couldn't catch up with you earlier. I needed to fasten the door and put it back in place.” “You didn't have to catch up with me at all, Mash.” “But you came to treat me to profiteroles. I really want to try them.” That was all Burnedead. All his thoughts were only about profiteroles. Entice him with this cake - and he would come running in a heartbeat. This thought made Lemon feel a little sour, because he had caught up with her not because he didn't want her to be sad, but in order not to miss the chance to enjoy his favorite dessert. "Then here you go," she pushed the basket into his chest, thinking that he would accept it, but instead Mash opened his mouth and stood there imperturbably. "I don't understand what you're doing," the girl sighed tiredly. But Mash only made a drawn-out "Ah-ah-ah" sound without closing his mouth. And then it dawned on Lemon that he was asking her to feed him. Just like that time in his room with Finn. Only that time his hands were busy, and now he simply insisted on repeating. The girl's cheeks flushed again with embarrassment, and her eyes took on the usual gleam. Still, she couldn't resist the temptation to pamper this interesting young man. Smiling softly, she took a round cake out of the basket and slowly began to bring it to Burnedead’s face. When the soft texture of the profiteroles was ready to meet its destination, Mash intercepted his friend's slender wrist and, without taking his eyes off her face, bit into the treat, touching his lips to the graceful feminine fingers. "Very tasty," he exhaled, his hot breath burning the delicate skin of his hand. Lemon gasped in surprise and flushed with embarrassment, while Mash continued to bite off small pieces of the delicacy, not letting go of the girl's wrist. His actions were slow and hypnotizing. Despite the blood-stirring situation, Lemon, for some reason, felt calm, looking into his beautiful golden eyes. She herself did not understand how the following words escaped her lips: "You know, Mash, I really like you very much. So much that I am ready to spoil you with profiteroles every day for the rest of your life.” And as soon as those words were spoken, a slight sincere smile touched Mash's lips, which Lemon had never seen on his face before. And then he spoke frankly, looking straight into her eyes: “Yes, I know. And I don't mind.”