Powerless Boy is reborn as Lustful Elf
Chapter 70: Lunchtime

Chapter 70: Lunchtime

Alex’s hand clasped Bastian’s, his grip steady but his mind spinning, caught in the whirlwind of the boy’s rapid-fire words.

Bastian’s piercing blue eyes gleamed with a mischievous spark, his messily ruffled brown hair flopping as he flashed a lopsided grin, brimming with an amusement that felt like he was always one step ahead, holding the punchline to a joke only he understood.

Alex squinted tried to keep up with Bastian’s quicksilver chatter, his confidence teetering under the boy’s relentless, playful energy.

"Okay, hold up, lost boy," Bastian said, his voice a smooth drawl, dripping with mock concern that danced on the edge of a taunt, completely unaware of Alex’s overwhelm.

He leaned back, one boot propped against the wall, his charcoal tunic wrinkled in a way that screamed he didn’t care and knew he could pull it off. "Which class you stumbling toward now?"

His blue eyes flicked over Alex, sharp and teasing, his grin widening like he was already plotting how to make this more entertaining than it needed to be.

"Astronomy," Alex replied, his tone finding its footing, his smirk twitching as he met Bastian’s gaze, anchoring himself in the boy’s easy vibe.

The word felt odd, another fragment of this elven world he was still navigating, but Bastian’s grin was a lifeline, a stark contrast to Vaelen’s venomous glare from the assembly.

Bastian let out a dramatic whistle, pushing off the wall with a flourish, his ruffled hair bouncing as he pointed to a spiraling staircase nearby, its steps gleaming with inlaid crystals that caught the morning light.

"Upstairs, second floor, end of the hall," he said, his voice laced with a playful edge, like he was sharing a secret he might charge for later. "Big room, star charts everywhere, kinda hard to screw up. But, y’know, you seem like you might need a map tattooed on your arm."

He winked, his grin flashing, and Alex felt a surge of relief, at least one guy in this school didn’t seem to want his head on a pike, a small win after the morning’s chaos.

"Thanks, man," Alex said, his voice warm, his confidence resurging as he clapped Bastian’s shoulder, the gesture natural and grateful.

He headed for the staircase, his boots echoing in the quiet corridor, the faint scent of polish and dust lingering as he climbed, Bastian’s directions a clear beacon in his mind.

The relief held, a quiet glow amidst the uncertainty, carrying him to the astronomy classroom without a hitch, a minor triumph that steadied his nerves.

The astronomy class blurred by, a haze of celestial diagrams and elven terms that slipped through Alex’s grasp like mist.

The teacher, a wiry elf with silver spectacles, droned about constellations and their magical resonance, his voice a monotonous hum against the backdrop of starlit windows that cast soft glows across the desks.

Alex scribbled notes, his quill scratching, but his thoughts drifted, Sylune’s curves, Vaelen’s scowl, Bastian’s sly grin, until the bell’s sharp chime jolted him back.

The next class, something about elven history, was easier to find, its door marked with a glowing rune that pulsed faintly.

It passed uneventfully, the teacher’s lecture on ancient treaties fading into a dull drone, and Alex doodled absentmindedly, sketching stars and smirks, his mind already on the cafeteria’s promise of food and a chance to catch his breath.

When the lunch bell rang, Alex stepped into the bustling corridor, the air thick with the chatter of students streaming toward the cafeteria, their crests glinting like a constellation of rivalries.

His stomach growled, his green cloak swirling as he wove through the crowd, the scent of roasted herbs and warm bread growing stronger.

He rounded a corner, the light from floating chandeliers casting prismatic flecks across his path, when a familiar voice sliced through the noise, bright and teasing.

"Yo, lost boy, we meet again!" Bastian called, his lopsided grin flashing as he materialized, dodging a pair of students with a nimble sidestep.

"Twice in one day? Universe is practically screaming we’re meant to be pals."

Alex chuckled, his tension melting, his smirk mirroring Bastian’s infectious amusement.

"Guess so," he said, falling into step beside him, their boots syncing on the polished floor. "You headed to the cafeteria?"

"Hell yeah," Bastian replied, nudging Alex’s shoulder with a grin that promised trouble. "Let’s roll. Food’s way better when you’ve got someone to steal fries from."

They walked, the corridor opening into a grander hall, its ceiling painted with swirling galaxies that seemed to pulse, the light from chandeliers weaving through the crowd.

Students glanced their way, whispers trailing, but Bastian’s presence was a shield, his charm deflecting the scrutiny like a well-aimed quip.

As they moved, Bastian tilted his head, his ruffled hair flopping, his voice dropping to a curious, almost theatrical murmur. "So, what’s your deal, new guy? Where’d you come from?" he asked, his tone light but probing, his blue eyes glinting with a hunger for the story, though he waved a hand dismissively.

"Pure curiosity, no shade, I swear."

Alex laughed, his confidence steadying, the question grounding him despite the oddity of his truth. "It’s cool," he said, his voice warm, though a flicker of unease stirred as he answered. "I just... woke up in a forest. No clue who I was, or what I was. Just bam, here I am."

The words were a lie of course, but Alex didn’t think Bastian needed to know the truth about his origin.

Bastian’s brows shot up, his grin faltering for a heartbeat before morphing into a dramatic, "No way." His voice slowed, each word dripping with fascination, his blue eyes widening as if he’d just stumbled on a hidden treasure.

"That’s, like, next-level unprecedented in the elven world. Nobody just pops up like that."

He paused, his expression shifting, a shadow of caution creeping in as he leaned closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"The Council’s gonna have you under a magnifying glass, man. They’ll be watching your every move, waiting for you to slip."

Alex’s steps faltered, his smirk vanishing as shock crashed through him, sharp and icy.

"You sure?" he asked, his voice quieter, his hazel eyes searching Bastian’s face for any hint of exaggeration

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