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Camus X Clumsy!Reader

Word Count: 2,900

Category: Uta No Prince-Sama/Utapri

Inspiration/Thought Process: A Knight from Permafrost must know how to ice skate, right?

A/N: I feel as though it may be a bit fast paced, but I am currently too tired to truly notice the imperfections😴. And I may have written Camus as OOC since he is not as cold and callous as he should be, but instead is used to the Reader's antics and loves her dearly as he should. (Since the Reader deserves nothing but the best!)

~Thank You For Being Perfect~

Are you sure this is a good idea?" You asked, shifting your feet for the tenth time as Camus held both of your pair of skates. You sat down on one of the cushioned seats where you could transition from outside shoes to ice skating wear.

Camus's eyes moved to peer down at your shorter stature, looking to discover your face easily showed you were uneasy about the whole ordeal. But even closely analyzing your features he couldn't quite pinpoint why you were getting so anxious about something so fun.

From what he could recall ice skating was an activity everybody enjoyed at least one time in their lifetime. He remembered moving here and secretly being ecstatic that the Japanese were fans of the winter sport as fondly as the residents of Permafrost were. He was sure you would be happy about it like he had anticipated, but the frown forming and overtaking your cute lips that normaly cast a shy smile, made him start to regret the decision of ever suggesting the date.

But it suddenly clicked as he watched your eyes wander to the ice rink where some people were doing tricks. To the average person, it looked insanely impossible to do such things. And you were an average person, a beginner composer, who, Camus was sure of it, wasn't fond of sports for fear of obtaining an injury of any kind.

Though Camus wasn't one to show affection of any kind, whether it be in public or even in the confines of your private lives, his hand wandered to grip at your knee in a reassuring manner when he kneeled down in front of you. Your cheeks warmed up significantly as his icy blue eyes connected with your own deep (E/c) orbs. Thankfully the temperature of the ice rink could hide the fact you were indeed flustered by his unusually open PDA, though it was a simple touch to your knee and not a kiss, it still made your stomach queasy with caged butterflies.

"Do you regret accepting this date, (L/n)?" He asked coyly. He knew asking this kind of question would quickly bring out the reason for your negative mood, even if it may hurt you a bit in the process. But in the end, it would be worth it. He didn't want to simply poke and prod until you felt suffocated. If he asked this way you would regret ever asking such a thing. In a way it was cruel, but it was the fastest solution. This proved to be true when you quickly tried to take back what you said thinking you had offended him in some way.

Your hands waved as if trying to dissipate away from the previous words as you shakily said, "N-no, not at all! I just-" you stopped yourself from speaking further, eyes shifting anywhere to look instead of him, afraid of the embarrassment that would surely surface.

"What is it then?" he questioned you, pushing you just a bit so you would reveal your worry and calm his own mind.

You silently sighed as if exhausted from just thinking about it. Turning your head a bit to hide in your (H/c) hair and obscure his view from looking at you head on, you simply said, "You know how clumsy I am Camus...If...If I go on the ice I know I'll fall no matter what," you confess your thoughts. "I'll embarrass not only myself, but I'll embarrass you. I'm fine with doing it to myself, I'm quite used to it, but I can't do that to you..."