Duck couldn't believe it. Of all the students to be paired up with for the annual showcase, she would be stuck with Fakir. The two were on friendlier terms now, but Duck was still not exactly looking forward to being his partner. She could already hear him:

"You better practice, Duck! This is the showcase, so don't go goofing off!" Duck pouted after mimicking Fakir with her best impression of the broody boy.

"I don't sound anything like that."

Duck jumped and covered mouth before a surprised quack slipped from her lips.

"Calm down, Duck. I'm not that harsh." Fakir smiled softly at the nervous girl. Duck felt her heart begin to beat a little bit faster. She vaguely wondered why.

"You are sometimes!" Duck stuck her tongue out at the dark haired boy. He simply rolled his eyes in response before grabbing Duck's hand and pulling her towards the practice room.

"We should practice, though, because if you don't perform well you'll be forced to marry Mr. Cat." Fakir smirked down at Duck before chuckling and continuing on their way. Duck pouted again, but this time a light blush dusted her cheeks.

****************A few hours later*********************

"Alright, I think you're finally getting it." Fakir smiled as he lifted Duck into one more graceful arc.

"Yeah! But, I wouldn't have been able to do it without you, Fakir. Thank you." She grinned at the dark haired boy as he finally set her down.

Fakir felt heat crawl up his neck towards his face. His heart began to race and his palms began to sweat. He nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

"It's no big deal. I just didn't want to look bad, that's all." Fakir averted his gaze as he tried to will the color away from his cheeks.

The two were silent for a moment before Duck suddenly sprang forward with a bright red face. She pecked Fakir's cheek and raced away before he could say a word.

"Thank you, Fakir." Her voice echoed through the room even after she was gone.

For some time after, Fakir simply stood still with his fingers pressed lightly to the spot where Duck had pressed her lips to his skin. Fakir swore his heart was a bubble about to burst in that moment.

He was about to leave with a happy grin when a familiar slurred voice cut through his happy haze.

"Mr. Fakir, I think it's about time we had a talk about love."