I don't own MLR. If I did, the ending would have been... AWWW you know. Loki x Mayura all the way :P

Behind his eyes.

She irrupted into his study as she always did, but her excitement dropped in favor of a state of uncertainty.

The person looking out of the window wasn't Loki, but the young man of the gentle emerald orbs. She diverted her eyes from him, feeling clearly how a bit of embarrassment found its way to her from the pit of her stomach. She grabbed the door's handle tightly, as he turned round. The light that washed into the room from the window gave him an unearthly glow, but also made it hard for her to distinguish his features clearly.

The look in his dazzling green eyes wasn't easy to read. Though they stood out of the partially shadowed face, Mayura didn't know if they made it any better. They were expectant eyes, that let though many different, conveyed feelings at once. She could see a faint look of caught-in-the-act guiltiness, but she also could guess a veiled smile of resignation.

Still gripping the door's handle, she found herself at a loss of words, which she tried to make up for by stuttering a barely audible "I'm sorry." As funny as it seemed, she was getting the feeling she'd have gotten if she were violating the peace of a temple.

The greenery that shone under the sunlight, outside the window, clashed soothingly with his fox-red coat and his soft brown hair. And his beautiful green orbs...

Definitely, the room smelled like tea.

Her own eyes widened to a point where they surely must have looked ridiculous.

Through all this, he remained silent. He studied her calmly, watching her reaction. She had been an unexpected visit, and he would have hoped for more time to think of something plausible to tell her. Though for some reason the jaki in his basement had multiplied and reverted him to his true form, he knew there was no turning back this time- the change was permanent. He couldn't complain. But that was not something Mayura would have understood had he told her.

The expression of non-belief was plastered on her face even then, and her knuckles had since long turned white from clutching the handle.

His eyes flared. At last... she'd figured it out. He knew it from the way she was looking at him.

"I can come later...," she whispered, lowering her gaze, "Loki-kun..."

He smiled.

As if reacting to his gesture she relaxed, letting a small smile crisp her lips mimicking him, her hand letting go of the abused door handle.

She could see her little Loki. Yes, very clearly, he was smiling gently at her. Behind his eyes.

I hope I kept everyone IC... this is my first MLR fic, after all :P... Well, constructive criticism is welcomed n.n"