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Staring into Leon's eyes, Nikolai caught his breath. There was just something so... different about this. He would usually find the confession barely amusing, this had to be his hundredth love confession! But something about it made him feel... so happy.
"Leon," he whispered, feeling his heartbeat thunder in his ears. He could feel his lips moving, hear his uncertain voice. It shouldn't be happening, he shouldn't be saying this. But he wasn't going to stop himself. "Leon, I lo-"
"Er-hmm!"
Freezing at the sound of a new presence, Nikolai flickered his gaze up to the doorway. His eyes slowly widened at the sight of the man leaned against the doorway. The man had curly golden hair and piercing green eyes. He seemed to have a vicious glare directed towards Leon.
"Hello, Mr. Court." the man said smoothly, although there was something in his tone. "I'm your.... assistant, Ivan Hawking."

The man, Ivan, seemed unimpressed, although something in his eyes did flare when he saw how protective Leon was over wide-eyed Nikolai. "Oh yes, her..." he said with a dry smile. "She's taking a last minute vacation. I don't blame her what with Christmas and New Year. Happy New Year, by the way." His eyes slowly traveled to the stunned Sin, and as soon as his gaze left Leon for Nikolai's, his facial expression grew considerably softer, almost like a cat before it clawed at you. "Well well. We meet again, Mr. Byko."

"Regrettably yes, darling." sighed Nikolai as he lowered his gaze to the floor. "He's an old ex of mine. I assume he's a stalker now, yes?" He flickered his gaze up just in time to see Ivan's eye twitch.
"Ex?" he hissed before quickly bringing a hand up to rub the bridge of his nose. He took a moment to control himself then smiled lightly at the two. "Yes, Nikolai and I go way back. It's been a while since we've talked, or rather you reply to my messages. Who would have thought we'd be working at the same school, though?" he laughed and laced his fingers together happily. "You could call it.... Fate?"
"Yes." Nikolai said slowly and lacking enthusiasm. "Oh dear me, this has gotten so very awkward." he sighed and looked at Leon. "You've my number, yes? Call me later, dearie, so I can work on that gorgeous hair of yours." Pecking his lips once more, Nikolai smiled and began walking out with a light wave of his hands. "Ta-ta, dearies!"
Ivan somberly watched the two and followed Nikolai out with his eyes. He kept his gaze to the retreating figure of the wonderful man, though his face had gotten darker. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" he told Leon without looking at him.

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Run away, run away, run away. That kept replaying over Nikolai's mind as he hurried down the small set of stairs in front of the front doors. He was nearly out of the building, nearly to freedom from this suffocating anxiety, when a strong hand gripped his arm and dragged him outside. Nikolai was just about to say something when he realized it was Leon. He wasn't sure whether to be relieved or mortified.
A high-pitched laughter sprouted from his mouth after he was spoken to, an obvious sign of him being nervous. "Well.... Umm.... Oh dear...." He finally sighed and nudged his head towards the direction the office was. "Oh, did you not see him, dearie? He's absolutely gorgeous! I simply had to have him at the time!"

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"Nor do I, dearie." Nikolai agreed softly while trying to pull his arm free. "Which is why you should release me, hmm? I could use a good nap, or you know what I need some groceries anyway." He had just gotten out, he didn't want to get back in the same room with that man.

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Nikolai ran a hand through his silver curls in an embarrassed manner. "Dear me... It's been so long that I can't barely seem to remember where I live." he laughed lightly. He glanced up to see the sky darkening with gray clouds as a foul wind blew, sending shivers down his body. "Mmm, but just barely. Come now, dearie, let's be off before I freeze." he shivered as he hurried away from the building with Leon's hand gripped.

And as the two wandered off, Ivan glared through the shades against the window. The nerve of that purple-haired freak to try and steal his Nikolai. Pulling out a thin canister from his back pocket, the golden haired man tilted his head back and took a swig of the alcohol.
"Well then, Mr. Court," he sighed as he closed back the canister, wiping off a stray drop of liquor with his thumb. "Game on."