Ahhh, I rarely get Jerza requests! It’s odd, you’d think they’d be more popular given their chemistry. That being said I don’t write them often because they’re so difficult to portray (for me, at least), even though I love them so much. I hope this is alright. We never did “lab” when I was at school so I had to base this off what I’ve seen. xDDD
“It’s fascinating, isn’t it?”
Erza’s gaze flicked to Jellal’s as he shook the thin test tube back and forth. The liquid continued to transition from one colour to the next, fizzing and popping like a bottle full of magic.
“It’s beautiful,” was all she could think to say. She didn’t want to disturb him, not when he looked so happy. Jellal had always been happiest during science, especially when the universe came into play. The only person who rivalled his knowledge of stars was Lucy Heartfilia, and even she struggled to best his knowledge at times. It was… impressive, to say the least.
“Do you want to try, Erza?”
“T-that’s alright,” she hooked strands of hair behind her ears and pulled idly at the strap of her goggles, “You’re much better at this than I am.”
“Alright,” Jellal dropped the tube into the tray on their desk, “I’ll document the results now.”
She watched him scribble down names and numbers that made absolutely no sense to her, probably because she found it difficult to focus while sitting beside him. The liquid in the tube continued changing colours. Blue, green, purple, pink. And then finally it stopped on a beautiful, deep shade of scarlet red.
“Your hair…” she heard him say under his breath.
“What was that? Is something wrong with my hair?”
“No,” Jellal peered up from the paper on his desk, “It’s just… the solution… it’s the same colour as your hair. It’s beautiful.”
Erza took a step back from the desk, nearly knocking Levy over in the process. The small girl managed to salvage her test tubes by catching them in both hands. They shared a mutual look of understanding as she scampered off, Levy’s silence saving Erza from a world of embarrassment.
“You think my hair is beautiful?” she asked, regretting the question the moment it fell from her lips.
He turned to face her. It was the first time he’d turned away from their project since the lesson had commenced. Her heart was in her throat, pounding heavily at the sight of his eyes drifting up and down her body.
“I think you’re beautiful,” he added sheepishly. “Like the Queen of fairies, perhaps.”
She exhaled a deep breath. “Jellal…”
“Sorry, that was probably out of line. I’ll finish recording the–”
She grabbed his hand. “I want to see the stars with you. Tomorrow. For, ah, for my birthday.”
He smiled, the kind of smile that made his eyes glow like a starlit sky. “Of course. Whatever you want.”
She mulled over her thoughts, wanting desperately to summon more courage. The courage she often misplaced when he looked in her eyes. “I think I’d like to give this a try after all.”
He seemed pleased. “I’ll grab another test tube. Wait here.”
She watched him manoeuvre through the room, deftly avoiding students passing by with their scientific apparatus. She couldn’t hear anything over the sound of her beating heart. Tomorrow she’d tell him how she felt. Tomorrow, everything would fall into place.
Tomorrow, the stars would finally align.