Harihar 【Harith/Harley】

14 | little one

Harith, on the other hand, was lucky that he wasn't in a match like Harley. He was actually training with Sir Gord, when the Headmaster suddenly told him that he needed to go for a mission. He was kind of disappointed that he wasn't able to spectate the Mage Genius in battle, but at least he could be with him now. Though, he couldn't help but feel bad about the near Savage the mage almost got.

"Hey, Harley," Harith greeted, and the mage merely responded him with a faint smile. He watched as Harley moved to stand beside him, and he couldn't help but give him a sympathetic look. "I heard that you almost got a Savage."

Harley scoffed, before he crossed his arms. His voice was in a mumble when he said, "If only they didn't cancel it midway. And when we almost finished the match too."

"But hey, look on the bright side." Harith moved his face closer towards the mage, and he waggled his eyebrows vigorously. "At least we get to be together, right?"

Harley only let out a disinterested hum, before he looked away.

Wait, don't tell me he cares more about that Savage?! Harith thought.

Harith could feel his ears drooping at the thought of it, but he was surprised when he heard Harley say, "Yeah, who cares about that Savage—when I get to be with you."

He could feel his heart fluttering in his chest, and he threw his arms around the mage. He was about to give him a kiss, when Harley just shoved his face away from him.

"Not here, idiot," Harley grumbled, his cheeks slightly tainted with crimson. Only now Harith realised that they were in public, and that people were watching them. Not that he really cared.

Harith pouted, and he slowly pulled away. "But I want to kiss you, Harley. It had been ages since we–"

"Harith, you just kissed me this morning. And that was like—what? Only two hours ago?"

"It felt like it had been ages!" Harith quickly said. Then, his lips were pulled into a playful smile. "Ah, but it wouldn't hurt to kiss each other more often, right?"

Harley's face turned a brighter shade of red, and he quickly lowered his head. "Whatever."

The two of them could hear the sound of footsteps, and they found Claude, Kimmy, Ruby, and Lolita approaching them. It was weird how the Headmaster had assigned one fighter, two marksmen and two mages in one team. Or was it three mages?

"Hey, my fellow dudes," Kimmy said, pointing finger guns at the two of them. When she glanced at all of them, abruptly, her brows furrowed. "Honestly, this is one weird match up. But I like it."

It was Ruby's turn to look at all of them, and she nodded her head. "True. If this was a Rank match, the enemies would be laughing."

"Hey, we might still win though," Claude said, shrugging. "We once did a full marksmen team in Rank, and everything turned out fine. Sure, we got bullied in the first half of the match, but we totally showed them who's boss in late game."

Kimmy snickered. "I can't believe the enemies surrendered after that."

It only took them seconds before Claude and Kimmy bursted out laughing. It was true that marksmen dominate in late game. Unlike fighting in real battles, when entering a match, it was like playing in a game. You have to raise your level, earn money, make sure you don't lose your turrets. It was a good way of improving a hero's skill when creating strategies, and it teaches you to end the game fast. Though, there are several idiots who end up provoking the enemy—by recalling in front of their base, and not destroying it—and that leads the enemies to having an Epic Comeback.