Naga Boyfriend: Oscar (special preview)

There is a time during the day when everything just feels perfect. The sun reaches a point where it filters through the trees and the light scatters like gemstones on the ground through the high windows. What makes it better, is that the windows are coated with a material that makes the light less harsh but casts rainbows on everything. The library gets a glow to it and everything just appears to be magic.

During the summer months and weekends year round, you work on a program in the library for the local children. You offer a free lunch, a classes for the varying age groups. You handle the youngest batch of kids most of the time. You pick a theme each week, and read to them stories, then make a craft.

The summer classes have just ended, and every year at this time you do a deep cleaning of the kids area. You don’t have much else to do, besides planning the weekend classes, so it helps you pass the day. 

One day, you’re trying to reach a book placed very high on a top shelf. You jump trying to get it, but it’s just out of reach. 

“You sound ike you’re struggling.” Someone come sup beside you. “Can I help.”

You look up to  see a naga beside you. “Yes uhm, there’s a book on the top shelf. I can’t get it.”

His brows arch slightly and his eyes appear to go into the distance. “I’ll get it.” He smooths his hand along the top shelf until they bump into the book. “Here.” He places it in your hands. Once you face him, you notice a milky cast to his eyes. “That it?”

He’s so handsome you get cotton mouth trying to talk to him. “Yes, thank you.”

He smiles and he moves on. 

One afternoon as you’re going to clean the shelves, you find the naga in the kid’s section. He’s sitting near the window, and there is a cast of rainbows to his skin.

As you come closer, you see he is a naga. His tail is coiled up while he sits up, seeming alert. The closer you get though, the more you see he’s dozing in the warm sunlight coming from the tall windows. His head is down slightly, and his long black hair covers his face. 

“Uhm-” You start off shakily, afraid of making him mad should you wake him. “Excuse me,” your voice is a bit weak. “Excuse me?”

He stirs ever so slightly, turning gently then dozing off again.

“I’m sorry, you try again. I don’t mean to bother you but we generally don’t let people sleep here. Sir?” You touch his arm and he flinches. His head perks up and he scoops his hair back away from his face. A rainbow hue comes off his skin, casting a halo off his scales. 

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep here.” His tail uncoils and he picks a book up off the ground. “This was just such a warm spot, I should have known better.”

“It’s okay,” you say quietly. “I’m sorry I had to bother you.”

His tongue darts out of his mouth. “You’re the one who reads to the children, right? I met you the other day.”