Arc was tired. Tired of the endless treatments, tired of the suffocating luxury of his home, tired of being the heir everyone praised but never truly understood. He wanted something different, something real.
That night, he told his parents, βI want to enroll at Celestia University.β
His father frowned. βArc, youβve had tutors since childhood. Itβs not advisable. Youβre the heir.β
His motherβs voice trembled. βAnak, your healthββ
But Arcβs eyes were firm. βIβm tired of being caged. I want to live like a normal student. Andβ¦β He hesitated, Darcyβs face flashing in his mind. ββ¦I want to be thereβ he said while a little bit flustered.
Despite protests, Arc insisted. The next day, he walked through the university gates, his bodyguard trailing reluctantly behind. Students stared, whispers rising. The heir enrolled? But Arc ignored them. His heart led him to the library.
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The library was quiet, sunlight streaming through tall windows. Rows of shelves stretched endlessly, filled with books that smelled of ink and dust. Arc wandered, enjoying the silence.
Then he saw her. Darcy, standing on tiptoe, reaching for a book high on the shelf. Her fingers brushed the spine, but it slipped. Shw lost balanced and fall.
βAh!β Darcy gasped as she fell backward.
Arc rushed forward instinctively, catching her in his arms. For a moment, everything froze. Their eyes met, the world hushed, and it felt almost magical.
Then reality crashed β literally. The shelf shook, and books tumbled down like rain, scattering across the floor.
Darcy scrambled upright, cheeks flushed. βOh noβ¦the books fallβ she was a little bit near to crying.
Arc laughed softly. βWell, that was dramatic.β
Darcy glared. βKasalanan mo to eh!β
βMy fault?β Arc raised his brows. βI saved you!β
βKung hindi mo ako sinalo , my foot wouldnβt have knocked the shelf, and the books wouldnβt have fallen!β Darcy snapped, crossing her arms.
Arc chuckled. βSo youβd rather hit the floor than be saved?β
Darcy pouted. βOo atleast mababalian lang ako ng kunti, at hindi na mag aayos ng mga ito! ".
As if summoned, the librarian appeared, eyes narrowing at the chaos. βWhat is going on here?β
Arc opened his mouth, but Darcy quickly said, βWe were justββ
The librarian cut her off. βEnough. You two caused a mess. Punishment: clean the shelves and arrange every fallen book.β
Darcy groaned. βSeriously?β
Arc grinned. βLooks like weβre partners now.β
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For the next hour, they worked side by side, picking up books and stacking them neatly. Darcy muttered under her breath, βNakakainis. If you didnβt catch me, none of this wouldβve happened.β
Arc teased, βYouβre welcome for saving your life.β
Darcy shot him a look. βLife? It was just a fall.β
Arc leaned closer, smiling. βStill, I was your hero for a second.β
Darcy rolled her eyes, pouting. βHero? More like troublemaker.β
They continued arranging books, their banter filling the quiet library.
Arc placed a book on the shelf and glanced at her. βYou know, Darcy, youβre the only one who talks to me like this. Everyone else treats me like Iβm untouchable.β
Darcy sighed. βThatβs because youβre Arc Kian Arcabal, the heir. Rich, admired, praised. But to meβ¦ youβre just annoying.β
Arc laughed, genuinely amused. βAnnoying, huh? Iβll take that. At least it means you see me as normal.β
Darcy hesitated, then muttered, βNormalβ¦ maybe. But still annoying.β
Arc grinned, his eyes soft. βThen Iβll keep annoying you, until you get used to me.β
Darcy pouted again, stacking the last book. βYouβre impossible.β
The librarian returned, inspecting their work. βGood. Next time, no chaos.β
Darcy bowed her head, embarrassed. Arc simply smiled, unbothered.
As they left the library together, Darcy muttered, βIf you werenβt there, none of this wouldβve happened.β
Arc replied lightly, βIf I werenβt there, youβd be on the floor. Soβ¦ youβre welcome.β
Darcy glanced at him, cheeks pink, then looked away. βStill annoying.β
Arc chuckled, walking beside her. βAnd still unforgettable.βand in his mind this girl is something.