Hiya! Love your Akechi x readers so here I am to request one! How about Akechi's possible guilty pleasure fantasy of having a yandere? Nothing over your limits, ofc. Just fulfilling all his desires as an unwanted boy, endless love from the yan-reader. I imagine he'd be quite responsive after the initial alarm... but I'm much more interested in your take!
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Goro Akechi x Yandere! Reader
♯ Pretty Little Psycho - Porcelain Black
Synopsis: you grow obsessed over the Ace Detective because you know that he's hiding more than he would ever show. And he's growing obsessed with you because you're the only one showing him that you're willing to sit in the wreckage alongside him.
Genre: suggestive. Semi-headcanons.
Tags: SPOILLLERRRSSS. Toxic relationship. Staaaalkiiiing. Yandere on yandere action. Mentions of murder. Saviour complex on both sides. He is self-destructive. BOTH of you are obsessive freaks. Mentions of drugging. Making out. Sloppy makeout and it's messy. Finger sucking ig idk.
Wc: 7.6k
Goro Akechi always believed that he was never meant for love.
Everyone that he's ever held close to his heart ends up hurting him one way or another--- his father's a deadbeat that left him without a second glance. His mother left him so suddenly, as if it was easy.
He always thought of himself as someone who needs to earn someone's heart. Who needs to try. Do everything that he can.
Akechi stopped trying after a while. After he realised that his mother was never coming back. Long before he met the father that didn't even recognise him.
He thought he was over it. Over his pathetic pleas of someone to care for him as much as he cares for others. Every four leaf clover, every candle on the birthday cake, every wishbone, every shooting star. Would be used to wish for someone that would embrace him with open arms.
Someone with undying love that it was suffocating.
Someone that would rather cut off their own arm than even thinking about leaving him.
Perhaps, someone like you.
Someone so willing to fulfil his most biggest guilty pleasure.
He didn't even bother batting an eye at you the very first time you met. But in your eyes, he became everything you've ever wanted. You could see the imaginary glitter flying across his fae and all around him.
A funny thing you were, having such strong feelings for someone and not bothering to do anything about it.
You spend your days looking at him from a far. Staring at his brown hair from the desk right beside him. Seething at the sight of other girls fawning over him.
It's even worse when you see him entertain his fangirls. When they'd let out shrill giggles when he even spares a glance at them, or when he'd unintentionally say something funny. You glared at your classmates, your seniors, and your juniors. You watch as they all form a pile around him.
You rolled your eyes. Shoving your face into the depths of your long forgotten textbook.
When had you started to feel this way towards him. It's a bit weird if you were to say so yourself. It's quite obvious, yes. He's smart, he's very ridiculously handsome, and he's famous.
It was just another stupid crush. A stupid crush that'll go away soon enough. Maybe a bit longer, but no matter. If you stayed away from him, then you won't need to deal with any of the troubles that'll come with the behaviour that you'll exhibit.
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It wasn't just a stupid crush. It's never a stupid crush. It's always something much more than that. Much deeper. A lot more obsessive than you'd ever want it to be.
But that was Akechi. The Ace Detective. He'd never care about you, he doesn't even know your name. You were just another one of those girls to him.
Still, that didn't stop you from being so utterly obsessed with him. With his demeanour. With the amount of confidence he carried himself with.
He was already ridiculously beautiful on TV, and he's much more gorgeous when you see him up close in real life.
'A crush is just a lack of information.' Was what your mother would repeat to yourself when he heard the stories of the many boys you fancied. And that couldn't have been more true. You knew nothing about Akechi and what goes on in his personal life.
What's making you so attracted to him were the stories that you made up for him in your head.
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It was way past midnight. Probably the first time you've been out late in a while.
You left the convenience store. Grabbing what you bought and stuffing it into your bag, not wanting the crinkling of the plastic to call you out.
You lurked around the corner. Finding that familiar shadow of your favourite boy.
No, you haven't been following him around ever sine school ended. And no, you didn't wait three hours in front of his tutoring place for him. What kind of lunatic would do that...
You werent't sure what your goal was when you started to trace his footsteps. It wasn't like his schedule would follow this exact one every single day. Why did you want to know his schedule anyway. Seems a bit pathetic.
You hid perfectly in the corner, deep in the darkness when you saw how shifty he was acting. Pressing your back against the well as you tried your best to hold your breath. Make yourself as invisible as you could possibly be. One wrong move, and you were done for. Wondering if he knew if you were following him.
Your suspicions were further intensified when you thought you were in the clear. Hearing footsteps come from behind the wall you were hiding in. Moving your head to the side, you peeked. Both eyes inching towards the edge of the wall.
Though, you were met with nothing. No sight of him, at all. No brown hair, not even a glimpse of his perfectly ironed uniform. You started to feel nauseous. Cursing yourself for screwing it up, like you always did. You just had to follow him, didn't you.
You were lost deep in your thoughts. Way too deep. You probably stood there glued to the floor for a while. There wasn't really anywhere for him to go. He was at an open freeway, with no corner to hide in. And you would've known if he ran away, unless he somehow had very quiet footsteps.
You sighed, gripping the straps of you bag, and began walking away.
As you turned your back, you heard something. A whoosh. Much like a strong gust of wind. You flipped your head back after realising the lack of actual wind.
You squinted your eyes. Trying to focus on what was in front of you.
Red dots. Flying around right where you were looking at. Neon and extremely visible. You weren't sure if you were hallucinating, or if those dots were getting bigger. It seemed as if it was forming a portal. You had slap your face once you saw it form a spiral.
Am I just sleep deprived? I knew I shouldn't've stayed up so late.
Your hands slammed against your mouth as you ran back to where you were hiding prior. Eyes widening and closing in on what you saw.
Goro Akechi. Who just appeared out of nowhere. From thin air. He stood there. His back facing you.
You went back to holding your breath. It felt like you were paralysed. You trembled as he looked around, holding your hand to your chest in fear that your heartbeat was so loud he could hear it.
He walked a few feet to the side, before gaining up on his feet and sprinting away.
You stayed there, eyes as wide as it could be, it was nearly bulging out of your skull.
What was he? A ghost? A phantom? A superhero of sorts?
It took you hours before you snapped out of your shocked state. Making your way back home. Even then, you walked in complete dissociation.
You sat you bag on your chair. Sitting on the edge of your bed and placing your hand on your chin.
Do you tell somebody. Do you confront him?
No, no. That's stupid.
You'll just keep quiet for now.
This can be your little secret.
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Your feelings grew stronger as days went by.
For some reason. You felt entitled. Entitled to his secret. At least, you assumed it was a secret. You saw it as something that only the both of you would know about. A dirty little secret.
You watched as he went on and on to his interviewer that he had a humble beginning and he tries his best to stay humble. That he only got lucky and that he was really just an ordinary guy.
You'd stare at that TV screen, at his beautiful face with that soft smile plastered on it. You knew that he was different. You had no idea what that made him, but you knew. You were special.
You'll be different with him.
You felt yourself staring at him with what you could only imagine as heart eyes. Deep stares and perverted thoughts seemed to flood your mind.
He's starting to haunt your dreams, to occupy most of your schedule.
And yet, he still has no idea who you are.
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He's been sensing something.
A strong palace. Much stronger that he's ever sensed before.
Ever since that night he killed the last train conductor.
He returned from the MetaVerse with this intense feeling. He wasn't quite sure how to describe it, he likened it to the colour red; intense, intimate, passionate.
It was behind him, around him. It followed him to school. It stalked him when he'd walk to do chores.
He went to Mementos, trying to find any clues and coming back up empty handed.
He couldn't enter anything into the MetaNav app on his phone because he had no idea who to put in.
It was just something he couldn't place his finger on. It didn't feel like anything malicious, however, he's been killing people who weren't malicious in the first place, so who was he to say. It's just been following him. Only him.
You didn't know how to approach him. You weren't sure what his supernatural powers meant, what he could do to people. Hell, you weren't even sure if what you saw was real or not. Perhaps it was just you mind playing tricks on you.
It's just that.. ever since that day, you felt like you had a duty to take care of him. To protect his secret from the outside world.
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He felt himself get pulled into that other realm much too quickly. Red splotches flooding his vision while he tries not to double over from the nausea. The floor beneath his feet were already shifting.
He noticed the air first. The way there was a scent that he couldn't quite put a finger on. Flooding all the way to his nostrils.
Whose palace was this.
He wasn't in his Loki suit. Which meant that whoever this palace belonged to, they didn't see him as a threat.. yet.
The castle stood tall in front of him. It was made completely out of stone. Polished stone, despite the darkness around him, the walls shined iridescently, catching every glint of his eye. There were golden accents, with giant gates covering the entire perimeter.
He approached it with caution. Hand in front of him in case something were to pop out of the door and attack him.
The gate opened almost instantly when he touched it. It seemed harmless. He should be safe if it were that accepting.
Red banner hung from the top of the giant front doors. Made of oak wood, with the dark, metal handles attached.
Akechi reached for it, holding the handle in his hands and pushing with all his might. It was heavy against his weight. Much like how a real castle would have.
Would the palace ruler see themselves as some sort of emperor? Or perhaps would their ego be so high that it manifested into a place where everyone had to bow down to them. He was still racking his head up on whose head exactly he was in.
The red didn't stop at the front door. It continued along the floor. Extending so far down into a barely-lit hallway that he couldn't see the end of it.
He steadied himself. If he were in danger, then he'd simply take out the ruler, just like how he's been doing for years.
He's a weapon, and a simple selfish person would have nothing against him.
He walked along the hallway. Careful as to not let the heels of his boots land too hard on the carpet. His eyes wandered around. Though, there wasn't much that he could see, given how dark it was.
He could make out paintings. Frames upon frames covering nearly every inch of the walls. He couldn't see what was on them, though. He could only make out a figure. Barely visible.
Akechi reached the end, another big door in front of him. He scoffed. This is ridiculous.
He didn't hesitate to open it, only ajar. Peeking his eye through the gap.
Just as he suspected, there was a throne. And someone sitting lazily on it. So he was right. Another person who sees themselves as royalty. As someone who thinks that they deserve all of the riches in the entire world. Right on their fingertips.
He snarled. Those people disgusted him. Human filth, was what he called them.
It was only when his gaze drifted higher, did he stumble back in surprise.
Because right there, on the golden throne much too big for anyone in the world. Was a splitting image of himself. He was.. the palace ruler?
That can't be right. Quite the opposite, in fact. Akechi was more in touch with what he was feeling more than he'd like to be. He knows that he comes across as extremely condescending. And while that might be on purpose. He also knows that it's to hide the fact that he doesn't believe that he should be condescending in the first place. Not with how little he thought of himself.
How could the depths of his heart view himself as a king.
The false brunette in front of him made his stomach churn. It had a snarl on his face. Looking down on shadows disguising themselves as servants. With their heads grey and their face obstructed. Seeing himself like this reminded him so much of the people that he was working for.
He pulled back, hiding himself by pressing his back against the door. What the fuck.
That... thing couldn't possibly be him. It was for sure just a warped amalgamation created by some twisted idiot.
But then, the light shining through the gap hit one of the pictures on the wall. And he could see it much clearer than ever. A picture of him.
Not a professional one, where he's wearing some sort of formal attire. It was as if it was taken during his daily, mundane routine of life. As if it were taken when he was oblivious, when he was just existing.
That was when he was fully in panic mode. Somebody was following him. Were they seeking to blackmail him? Or rather, was Shido sending somebody to keep eyes on him?
Just as quick, he regained his composure. If Shido did set somebody up for this, or even if he didn't. He needs to think of a strategy fast.
It was obvious that whoever owned this palace didn't see him as a threat. In fact, they view him as somebody of higher power. And factoring in how the palace looks. A castle, to symbolise how influential Akechi was.
He went back to eye whatever was happening inside the other room. And he saw somebody. Somebody at the foot of his shadow self. They were on their knees, holding out a basket of what he could only guess as an assortment of fruits. Offerings, perhaps.
He narrowed his eyes, Their face was blocked by a pillar, made of gold, of course, he was trying to focus on who that person was. He saw how his false self grabbed a handful of grapes from the basket, before it moved to cradle the other person's head in it's palms.
What in the hell was going on.
He had no choice but to sneak inside. As stealthily as he could. He was lucky that there weren't any guards keeping watch. Akechi hid behind said pillar. To which he peeked from behind it.
Finally getting a good view of their face. Realisation dawned before him. It was Y/n... of course..
He blinked right at them, their eyes impossibly larger than a human's normally should be. Glossy and dazed. Who's Y/n?
The thought slowly shoved to the back of his head when he saw how you handed him a strawberry. The widest, and most hopeful smile plastered across your face. Even more so when it reached down to caress the top of your head. This was.. a sick fantasy, nothing more than that.
He's almost flattered, that you think so highly of him to the point of.. this. It was definitely a first.
That euphoric, almost egotistical feeling that this was giving him went away just as quick.
Thi could very well be a ploy.
Planted by god knows who. Maybe Shido, or maybe to the gods that granted him his powers in the first place. Nevertheless, besides your name, he had no idea who you were. And he could only assume that you didn't know anything about him either. How could you be this deeply obsessed over somebody who has never even spared a glance your way? The only reason he knows your name anyways was because he knows everyone's name. He has to, if he wants to build a good social rapport.
He could enjoy this, yes. He could use your devotion to him as leverage to make you the ragdoll to place all the blame on if he gets caught. But some small part of him is convinced that this isn't exactly real. And that perhaps, you were sent.
He decided to leave for the time being. Come up with a plan on how to deal with you and come back some other time. He needed as much information as he could get.
And he knew just what to do.
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"Ah, Y/n."
You knew that voice. Staying up late until past midnight wasn't for nothing if not watching each and every one of his interviews.
You spun around, "uh-- hi- hey, hi." You mentally slapped yourself in the face. Well-- you couldn't really be blamed. Not when Akechi was standing right in front of you, the softest, beautiful smile on his face.
"I was looking for you." He states plainly. As if he were unaware with how insane that sentence made you.
He was looking for you? What for? Did he need your help, or was he just seeking you out, specifically. You, only you. Specifically. You.
He did know what he was doing to you. Not conclusively, but he had a plan. He observed how you presented yourself. So far, your nervousness and pink complexion definitely looks like you have more than an interest in him. But he couldn't confirm anything for sure yet.
"Real- really?" You pointed at yourself, "me?" You swallowed thickly.
"Yes." He nodded. "I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to lunch today?"
Oh dear, you might as well just pass out on the spot. You thanked whichever god to have blessed you with this handsome man to ask you out on a date-- despite it not really being a date, he just asked if you wanted to have lunch with him--- no. It was definitely a date. For sure. He's so in love with you.
"Yes! I'd-- I uh, I would love to." You smiled sheepishly. You felt your face heat up, breaths coming out a lot heavier now.
His head tilted ever so slightly to the side. It was either you were amazing at acting, or you actually decided to be obsessed over a man like him. Ridiculous, this was utterly ridiculous.
"Great, follow me, then." He turned on his heel. Hastily making his way to the stairs, his longer legs made him a lot faster.
You placed a hand over your chest. Pressing hard, as if it was going to slow down your heartbeat, which was, beating impossibly hard it could burst out of your chest.
You followed him to the roof. A very romantic place for a lunch, if you were to say for yourself.
He pointed to the abandoned bleacher seat by the corner. "Please,"
You followed suit mindlessly.
It was only when everything settled did you begin to feel aware about everything around you. Now that the man you were so infatuated with was right in front of you, you had no idea how long you'd last before you'd starts spilling your feelings out to him.
"I would love to get to know you more, Y/n."
And at that moment, you don't know why you didn't ask for more information. To question him, ask why it was you specifically he wanted to get to know more. Or where this even came from in the first place. But this was the first romantic obsession you've had that felt like it was going somewhere.
And the high. Oh god the high.
The feeling when he said that, when he began talking to you in general. It made you giddy. You could compare to if you were to drink a whole bottle of sake and chainsmoke. The high was amazing.
So you nodded. You nodded because if you were to do anything else, you might scare him away. Or if you moved even an inch, you'd wake up from this dream.
You said yes because his approval meant everything to you.
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To you, it was a miracle. The boy you've been eyeing approached you first, and now you're dating (maybe).
To him, it was a very meticulously formulated plan for him to figure out what exactly that palace was.
Neither of you knew each other's true intentions. And you couldn't care less if you did.
Because right now, with you in his apartment, laying down on his bed, with him right next to you. You wonder if this was all a dream.
He didn't know why he let it go this far.
After that first interaction up at the roof. He made it a schedule to bring you along to any chores he had. That didn't include his work, of course.
But he'd invite you to the jazz club. He'd ask if you were free to grab dinner. His treat.
He even let himself invite you over to his house. Claiming that he needed help on his school work. Hiding behind the excuse that he needed you because you were good at the subject (you weren't, but you didn't want to say that, not in the slightest).
Not to mention how overjoyed you were, going to his house. Waiting for an opening for him to leave his room so you could go through his stuff. Opening his drawers once or twice. Having to seriously stop yourself from rummaging in his closet and taking whatever article of clothing you could find back home.
He was trying to get closer to you. And you were somehow none the wiser. Assuming that it was all a coincidence, rather than a heavily orchestrated plan.
And right after you'd have an outing. Akechi would periodically check your palace. Seeing if it would intensify with every interaction he had with you.
And sure enough, it did.
His hypothesis was proven wrong. And you were undoubtedly.. in love with him. It wasn't a set up with any malicious intent. You just.. loved him.
... why?
It wasn't like he didn't get any fans. And he definitely did get some para-social ones. But it was like you were the first one that was.. that loves him. Was this even love? He wonders if you'll get bored after you find out who he truly is.
He also wonders how long he'll be dragging this out. Now that he has his answer. He should just discard you. Maybe kill your shadow self as to erase any prior interactions. He can't bring himself to do that though.
If he kills that part of you that loves him, then he won't have you ogling at him as if he were a god.
Oh, of course. He brings a hand up to his face. It doesn't take him much to realise.
He wants your affection just as much as you're willing to give it.
He scoffs. Since when did he get this weak. Since when did he become so pathetic that someone as simple as you made him crave your touch.
He should kill you. He really should. Or he should spare you and make you forget that you've ever felt this way. But how could he? How could he when you're staring at him like that?
Like you see him as a hero. He's never had that before. Someone looking at him like a miracle, rather than a problem.
He'll keep you around for now.
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He knew it was over when he started to seethe when he saw speaking with that useless loser from the other class. The one that he won't even bother remembering his name.
He knew it was useless to deny his feelings when he wanted you all to himself.
He tried to ignore it, he really did. Realistically speaking, you were a nobody compared to him. In fact, maybe you did belong to that random guy.
But by god, he hated seeing you give your smile so willingly to somebody that wasn't him.
Before he could even think, his legs were already moving to your side. His eyes stern. "Our teacher's calling for you." Akechi glares down at the guy in front of him. Growing much more annoyed when he hesitated to move.
Akechi raised his eyebrows, as if telling him to move along. And of course, he did. Who would dare to defy the prodigy ace detective anyway.
He turned to you, who was trying your best to avoid his eyes. Your heart threatening to lurch out of your chest from how possessive he sounded.
"Is he your friend?" He asked. Trying to bite back how pissed off he felt.
You shook your head almost too quickly. You didn't want him to think that you were being unfaithful to him, would you? "He's a new student, he was asking me where the computer room was."
Akechi's eyes narrowed. "And he didn't think to ask.." his head drifted to right behind him, where a teacher was sitting idly on the hallway's bench. "That teacher? The teacher that's very much right by his view."
You paused, now worried. Maybe you weren't doing a good job in being devoted to him. "I'll stop talking to him." You hastily say. You knew you should've kept your mouth shut when he stumbled back.
"Why." It came out a lot hopeful than he wanted it to be. Happy on how willing you were.
"Because you want me to." You shrugged.
"I never said that." He laughed nervously, though he definitely meant it. Face now incredibly red. "Are you perhaps mocking me, Y/n?" Breaking the awkwardness he was feeling to the best of his abilities.
"I would never." You were dead serious, but you laughed along with him. Sighing out, "I'll kill him if you want me to." You said under your breath, smile still plastered on your face.
"Pardon?" He definitely heard that.
"Oh, it's nothing, don't worry about it." You waved him off, beginning to walk to the vending machine by the hallway. "Want anything? My treat."
He shook his head, "no thank you."
He wonders if you truly do want him, if you love him just as bad as he thought you did. And he wonders if he's only entertaining you because he likes that feeling. He likes the attention you give him. He likes it when you look at him with so much adoration (what he can assume to be adoration).
And what if you would kill someone for him. Would it be bad for him to say that he wouldn't mind that. Love it even.
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When was he going to ask you out?
Or rather, when were you going to take him.
Because you decided long ago, that he was going to be yours, whether he wanted to or not.
You would rather drop dead than make the first move. That wasn't really your thing. But.. it's been months now, and it didn't look like he was going to go any further than a few flirtatious quips here and there.
Perhaps you were too over you head. That your mind played tricks on you and repackaged your interactions to emphasise it even further, like it always does.
No matter, you were going to take your chances. You knew what to do if things don't go your way.
You got ready with precision that morning. Not like you didn't every other day, but this was particularly special. If you were going to show your feelings, you'd have to wear the most pride on your face.
"Akechi." You called out, he was waiting for you by the most romantic place you could think of; the botanical garden by the seaside.
He greeted you a good morning. Tone of voice the same as it always was. "What's the occasion?" He pointed to the beautiful scenery that was right in front of the both of you. Rows upon rows of trees with vibrant leaves and pastel flowers. "It's not everyday you go to some place as wonderful as this." He chuckled.
You smiled with him. Hearing your chest pound even louder by your eardrums. You were ridiculously nervous. No, you didn't care if this would change your friendship down the line, or if he'd see you as deranged when you inevitably kidnap-- take him for yourself when he rejects you.
You were worried that the chances of him rejecting you were higher than the opposite. You'd hate it if that were the case. Truly.
"Unless." He gasped in faux surprise. "Don't tell me.. that you invited me out on a date." His hand flies up to hover over his mouth, a chuckle escaping from his throat.
You swallowed thickly, and then took a deep breath. "Well.. yes." You admitted, albeit a little more sheepish than you wanted it to come off.
You carefully observed how he looked at you, the mock expression morphing into a genuine shock.
"I have feelings for you, Akechi." And that was it. The cat was out of the bag, and you just did something irreversible.
He slowly closed his jaw, staring at you only for a split second. Before his lips twitched into a smile-- a grin, nearly.
"Well, I'm flattered." He was a lot more than that. Ecstatic doesn't even begin to describe how he feels. His body was basically buzzing in excitement. "I accept your confession." He gave you a smile, close-lipped and sweet.
Your heart stuttered. Possibly even skipped a beat. “O-oh..” Well, that would probably be thefirst time someone accepted you. “I’m glad.” You nodded. Still partly recovering from how take a back you were.
“Thank you.” You whispered out, barely audible, but he smiled even wider nonetheless.
Now, all you needed to do was make sure that he wouldn’t leave you.
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You’ve been acting strange.
Ever since he told you how he felt, you seemed to be more.. gentle. And hr didn’t know what to do with that.
To be completely honest, it made him a tad bit uncomfortable. Again, he's not used to somebody so gentle. He needs.. aggression. He can't handle nor can he match that pace.
You toned it down. Finding it to be such a miracle that you didn't scare him off, if you could keep him, then you'll keep things at bay.
This wasn't really what he expected ever since he saw his pictures all over the walls of your heart. He expected something a lot more intense, because well.. obviously you should've been.
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You brought your hands up to his face, moving his bangs away from his eyes. Admiring how perfect it matched with the rest of his features. His nose was just so beautiful that you had to fight yourself from biting on it.
He caught you staring, eyebrows raised up expectedly. You held your gaze, still admiring, despite feeling you face heat up once again.
He lets out a noise; something that of a hum and a chuckle. "You picked up quite a habit, have you noticed?" Head tilting, now moving closer to you.
You froze, embarrassed now that he's actually pointing it out. "Uhm, maybe." You laughed awkwardly. Subconsciously pulling yourself further away from him, part of you scared he'd see past your facade.
"I'm curious.." the bottom lids of his eyes curved, as if it were smiling at you, the smugness ever so present. "Do you stare at just anyone like that?" He was teasing, you know he was teasing. But the way he said it felt like there was a right and wrong answer. And if you answered incorrectly, then he wouldn't take it very lightly.
"Absolutely not!" You said defesnively, your soul nearly jumping out of your skin with how offended you felt. Even assuming that is such an insult. Even the mere thought of looking at another man that way, in a way that was only reserved for him, made you feel sick.
Again, he laughed. "Relax, I was kidding." He definitely wasn't.
"Well.." your face was probably melting with how humiliated you were, now he knew how into him you were, amazing. "You were the one talking weirdly." You mumbled. As if you would ever entertain that idea anyway.
"Then I apologise." He brings a hand to his chest, bowing his head down. You settled back into his lap. Scoffing irritatedly. "Though I would like to ask, why do you enjoy staring at me so much."
Was he trying to kill you. You wouldn't mind if he did, but really-- was he trying to kill you?
"You're--" you cut yourself off, sighing. Not believing what you were about to say next. "You're just pretty is all."
Pretty, huh? He's never been called that before. Well, he has, just.. never like that. Never like someone actually meant it. "Thank you."
You only nodded, trying your best to avoid meeting his eyes.
He's really pretty. If you could, you'd spend the remainder of your days looking at him from afar. You just want to tie him up so that you could look at him whenever you can.
Akechi wouldn't want that though. Being tied up. It strips away all his power. If he were to do it to you, on the other hand, then he'd be more than happy.
And you'd love to be bound by him, wouldn't you?
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"Who was that?" It came out a lot more pissed than you wanted it to be. You initially planned to ask oh so unbotheredly. But it seems that your mouth had different plans.
"Ah, that was Nijima-san. I work with her for Tokyo Police." His answer was sweet. Simple and easy enough to understand. And yet you felt something uncomfortable down in your stomach. The familiar jealousy bubbling up.
"Woah, she's like, really hot." That wasn't a lie, she for sure carried herself with confidence, that it was making yours go down, just a bit. You wanted to see if he would agree with you. Looking at him intently, trying to study his face, seeing if he would look back at her and catch a second glimpse.
"Is she, now?" He found it amusing.
"A hundred per cent." You nodded, trying to play it off. "What-- do you not think so?" You might need to do something about her if he did think so.
You were already wondering if you'd have to do something about her. Maybe cause an accident, or a few words of warning that won't be able to be passed on as a threat.
"I think you beat her in terms of appearance." He says casually, thinking that maybe he knew what was going on in your very warped mind of yours. "You're really the only one in my eyes." It was sappy, but it was true.
"Oh, you're just saying that." You say playfully, hands covering your mouth while you blush. A part of you probably did think that he wasn't serious.
"I'm not." He insisted. "Believe me, you're all I need to look at."
"Okay.." unable to fight the smile forming on your face. Nearly turning into a giggly child.
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"Have you ever been like this for anyone else?" Now it was him that was playing with your hair. Running his hands from the front all the way to the back. And then down your shoulders, rubbing soothing lines up and down your arms.
"You mean in love?" You grinned.
"No." He chuckles, "have you ever been this obsessive for anyone else before?"
Obsessive.
Was he only just using that word as emphasis or was he catching on. The both of you were at your own home right now, and you could very easily tamper with the front doors to make it unable to open. You hadn't had time to properly set up your basement because you didn't think you needed to, but if the shoe fits, then you'd have no choice.
"Okay now," you shoved your hand in front of his face to stop him, "I wouldn't say I'm obsessed with you." Exaggerated air quotations on each sides of your head.
"Really?" There was a sly look in his face, like he caught you lying, and is seeing how far this lie could go. Or just how adamant you were to keep on pretending in front of him. "I would."
You only stared at him. The ghost of your smile was what was left on your lips. "How so?" You leaned back on the couch. "Because I like to make you dinner, or because I dream about you?" Trying to play it off like it's a joke.
He looks at you, face inching closer to yours. "It's because you follow me home and keep tabs on me." Said almost too calmly with how severe that sounded.
Your eyes widened. You need to knock him out, fast.
"It's because.." your palace has gotten bigger. Much too big. And every single room was just full of him.
He reached out to grab you wrist, tight. "Because you'd stare at me like I was the only person in the world."
Not knowing what to do, how to respond. You just let your body come up with a nervous laugh. "Is.. is that so." You mumbled weakly.
"Don't think I haven't noticed the daggers you'd glare at any and every person who would come up to me and invite me to converse."
Well, you didn't think you were that obvious.
"Or when you slipped something into my drink so that I wouldn't need to go to work and leave you." Saying those last words like it personally offended him. Scoffing at the mere idea.
You didn't even noticed when you started to hold your breath. Just utterly and completely breaking down now that you were caught. Your jaw was basically open agape.
"That-- that's just...-- that's ridiculous wha--" before you could blink, you felt yourself land back on the couch. Two hands pinning your shoulders down, giving yourself intense whiplash from the sudden movement.
"You're crazy for me, aren't you?" He still had that fucking smile on his face. The one he always has.
With what you knew about his supernatural shit, you wondered what he could really do to you. Now that you (maybe) pissed him off.
"It--" your heart was pounding so loud you were worried he could hear it. Breaths coming out ragged and shaky.
"Just so crazy.. and yet." His face dropped, to something much more amused. Seeing you squirm in fear beneath him. He might be reading too much into this. He might be misunderstanding, and he might be ruining his relationship by how intense he was acting. But he was an ace detective. One of the best detective prince. His judgement's rarely ever wrong.
"Yet how come I still see you with that lowlife from your previous school? Hm?"
That lowlife.. was he talking about..
"I don't-- there's nothing going on with me and him!" You struggled to explain yourself, shrinking down under his gaze.
"And nothing happened when you had to write an apology letter to the girl he liked because you were so enraged with jealousy?" His tone sent a shiver down your spine.
Wait-- "how do you.."
"You're not the only deranged one in this relationship." He laughed, one hand that was previously on your shoulder, now travelled along the junction of your neck. The back of his fingers barely ghosting over the skin.
"If you're so obsessed with me as you try to present yourself as." His grip tightened only a bit. "Then why." His hand's now on your left cheek. His thumb rubbing circles on top of your cheekbone. "Were you with him last week?"
He didn't even let you answer him, immediately cutting you off the moment you tried to open your mouth. Instead, he used his thumb to pry it further open apart. Sliding his finger inside and pressing down on the base of your tongue.
His eyes were glossy and half lidded. And you weren't any better either. You were enjoying the ever living shit out of this. Heat creeping down to in between your legs. Steam could probably be forming on the windows of your home with how deep you were exhaling.
He shushed you, clicking his tongue irritatedly. "Maybe you should stop talking for now." He was so close you could feel his breath on your open mouth. He admires you for a bit. Seeing how torn apart you already were with just his finger. Your hands brought themselves up to grasp his forearm.
In a brief second, he removes his thumb out from your mouth. Now replaced with his own.
He quickly took your tongue in between his lips. Sucking and biting lightly on the wet muscle. The sounds that were let out were obscene. The smacking of both of your saliva circling around the both of you.
The tip of his tongue met yours. Your jaw hinged wide open, moans escaping from the back of your throat. Your thigh squeezing impossibly hard against the other.
Spit escaped your lips, dribbling down from your chin to your chest.
Your lips closed down to meet his, wanting to have the taste of him that you've been craving for so long. Tongues swirling around in a passionate dance, exploring every inch of your mouth in a way to send you a statement. Telling you that he could just do this whenever he wanted to. And that you were going to enjoy it.
You were desperate, incredibly hungry. You wanted as much as you could get with what he decided to give you.
It went on for mere minutes, yet it felt like hours. You didn't pull back, not even when you couldn't breath, you'd be more than happy to pass out via making out with him. It was him that had to break it. A wet string of saliva forming a bridge between the both of you. To which he leaned down and licked it off of your lips.
Biting the bottom of his own in satisfaction.
You wanted more, much, much more.
Yet he was looking at you like you wanted the opposite. That you were about to be disgusted with him.
"Was that what you needed?" His voice came out guttural. "A sloppy makeout that he couldn't give you?"
You tried to gather your thoughts. A wheel was basically forming in your brain with how badly he was affecting you. And how badly he was affected by that guy.
"Have you ever been as dazed as you were just now? He will never make you feel as wanted as I do. He's just a nobody compared to you." His eyebrows twitched in frustration the more he thought about him.
"I.." you started.
"No. Why were you there? Why were you speaking to him when you have me? Or maybe you wanted me to see, maybe you knew that I was coming to see you soon, was it just a funny little game you were playing? Huh?"
"I'll kill him." You said breathlessly. "If.. if you want me to."
He stopped. Staring at you, "pardon?"
"I'll.. kill him, if that would make you feel better."
"You.. and you would do that?"
You nodded. "Without a second thought."
And for some reason. Some stupid, dumb reason, he felt like something was clawing against his chest. Weighing it down.
"No." He shook his head. "You shouldn't have any blood on your hands. I'll deal with him." He landed the bottom half of his body down on yours. Hands now grasping the cushion beneath you.
"I have had more blood on them than you'd think." You whispered. Doe eyes looking up at him desperately. "I don't want you to feel so unwanted again. I'll kill him. I was planning to anyway."
Oh, he felt like he was about to cry. All his life, unwanted was the only thing that he felt. It's incredibly new now that someone wanted the opposite for him. Even willing to go so far for it.
"You're the only person I'll ever want," you brought a shaky hand to the nape of his neck. Bringing him down for another kiss. "And I'll do whatever you want me to, if it means you'll stay."
So hiiiiiii can i get a one shot of the first year gang digging through yuu's gallery in their phone? :D (pretend that yuu got isekaied with their phone in the pocket)
TWST First Years x YUU
Phone Edition!
this was fun and silly to write, but i struggled a little bc its not what i usually do. i hope you enjoy it regardless, though!
Keeping your phone under wraps was a pretty big priority when you first got sucked into the Wonderland. Not sure if you could keep it on the school grounds, or if someone would snatch it, you wanted to keep your only piece of home with you pretty damn badly. Not even Grim knew about it, though he did come pretty close to seeing it once, the nosey little shit.
All was well for about a month or two. You decided after working oh-so hard to clean up ramshackle, what better way to celebrate your time and efforts than a sleepover with your first year companions?
The night of, Ace and Deuce had trickled in first, both already in their pajamas. Ace seemed quite giddy walking in proudly, pillow neatly tucked under his arm.
You were about to ask why he was so excited when Deuce walked in, not nearly as ecstatic. His bright pink and leopard print sweatsuit being possibly the last thing you expected him to go to bed wearing, you bit your lip while he walked in with a very unamused huff.
"Love the pajamas, Deuce," you commented while shutting the door behind them.
Deuce huffs, rolling his eyes before helping himself upstairs.
"I forgot the sleepover was today, I didn't do my laundry so this is all I had." He sighs.
Ace is very amused while following up, you similarly trail behind them, but not all the way.
"You can get settled in the living space on the right! I'll be down here." You hummed.
The two nod and are off up the stairs, with the sounds of Ace giggling and Deuce being not so amused about it. Its hard to not laugh as they quiet away in the living room.
Eventually Epel and Jack also arrived, a whole 5 minutes later, perfectly on time. Again you show them up the room, now only waiting on your friend Sebek.
By this time, Grim has joined everyone in the living room, already causing a fuss and laughing with everyone. You smiled, before leaning to make sure no one was down the hall or on the stairs. The coast was clear, it wouldn't hurt to quickly glance at your phone, right?
Fumbling in your hoodie pocket, you noticed that your phone was not where it normally sat in. With your eyebrows furrowed, you checked your pajama pants pockets. Nothing.
Your mind promptly jumps to worst case scenario, that your phone was left in your room or worse the living room where everyone was currently sprawling out in.
Turning to rush up the stairs, you are almost promptly stopped by a BOOM-BOOM-BOOM on the door. Your soul just about exits your body as you begrudgingly slink back down to let in Sebek.
"Hey, Sebek--"
"PREFECT I AM SORRY I AM LATE I FOUND THIS STRANGE DEVICE WITH YOUR PHOTO ON THE BACK OF IT. IT WAS ON STUCK BETWEEN THE PORCH FLOORBOARDS SO I HAD TO PRY THEM UP TO RETRIEVE IT." My god, Sebek, calm down.
All color drained from your face, if it wasn't enough that Sebek had tore your porch up and found your phone, the fact he was literally shouting loud enough for the people in Briar Valley to hear.
Before you can steal it back, shuffling feet from upstairs came down and right behind you. Wonderful.
Sheepishly snatching it from Sebek you try to tuck it into your pocket and laugh awkwardly.
"Aha, thanks, needed that. You can go up--" Again cut off, Ace takes it from your hands.
"Dude what is this..? It kind of looks like a phone but its like.....skinny." The redhead mumbles while flipping it over in his hands.
The screen comes illuminates with your wallpaper, unmistakably your property if the photo of you with your Earth friends on the back wasn't enough proof.
Ace looks up at you, eye brows furrowing together. Jack seems to be the only one with common sense in the room.
"Is this yours, Prefect?" Jack asks from the bottom step.
You move to snatch it again, but Ace raises it up too high for you to take back. Only for Grim to take it from him. Oh Seven, here we go.
"NOPE! I've never seen that before, aha--" You promptly lied.
Epel cocks his head looking at you with far too earnest confusion.
"But you've been trying to take it back, Prefect. It must be yours." The boy says, fidgeting with his shirt buttons.
If it couldn't get any worse, Grim yelps loudly dropping your phone ontop of Ace's head, only for it to clatter onto the floor with you photo album opened up to you at your original school with your best friend.
"HENCH HUMAN! WHO IS THIS?!" Grim wails, jumping onto your shoulder roughly, holding your shirt collar with a death grip.
You make a face, hands going up in surrender.
"Don't tell me you're jealous, Grim! Its my old friends," You sighed in defeat.
By the time you looked over yet again, everyone including the ever well mannered Sebek was huddled around your phone, flicking through your foreign device with the intrigue of children at a zoo.
"NO UNIFORMS? HOW UNPROFESSIONAL, TYPICAL OF HUMANS!" Sebek shouts over the group.
"Pshh, I'd love to not have uniforms," Ace comments, being the one with the phone in his hands.
Deuce rolls his eyes, he seems to feel a tad pity for looking through your property but is suddenly sucked back into interest with a gasp. He makes immediate eye contact, nearly lunging at you and sending Grim flying into the door.
"You had a car!?" He seems almost over zealous over the fact.
Your sheepishness does not evade him even as you look away, still smiling forcefully.
"Well, I mean, yeah.."
"Your old life seems so cool, I wish I got sent there," Epel's dreamy voice cuts through the conversation. Could anyone speak without cutting over you?
Gaining your body back, you move and finally snatch your phone away, stuffing it securely into your hoodie pocket and stepping back again. Your arms crossing firmly over the front of your chest.
"Okay, okay, thats enough guys. This is a sleepover, not a snoop-through-the-prefects-belongings-event." You snip.
Both Jack and Sebek seem unphased but the remaining three gain a bit of flushed faces, Epel putting his hands behind his back. You move forward, pushing through the group with relative ease. Stepping up the stairs before turning around.
"Cmon, I have movies ready! Or would you prefer to fix my porch instead?"
Theres a steady rumble of feet following you up the stairs, which makes you giggle while pouring into the living room once again. This time with you leading to it.
You pull out a DVD, readying it for the player, Treasure Island. While putting it into the player, Jack clears his throat. You turn to see why.
"By the way, Prefect, whats 'The Lion King' about?" ❧
Hi, this is my first request. I’m not sure if you could make the reader—preferably male, or whoever you decide—have an anxiety attack (sweating, trembling, rapid breathing, chest tightness, and a feeling of losing control) because someone said something mean to him or yelled at him (the reader is sensitive like me, haha).
Malleus x Panicked!Reader
i ended up opting to simply write Malleus as you asked, but its a fic, so i hope you enjoy it!
TW: descriptions of panic attacks and mild humiliation (/nsx)
A/N: malleus maybe a little ooc, hes autistic ok guys be nice to him. READER IS YUU
It started maybe 30 minutes ago. The visceral onslaught of dread, coursing through your veins.
It started in your social studies class. Everything had been an uneventful day, simply going about the motions per usual. And as usual, Grim was making a terrible racket beside you. If there was down time, or if it was not in the middle of a test perhaps, he may have been simply given a scolding. Or if it was perhaps any other class, without Trein, maybe, just maybe, you would've had a fine evening.
What instead happened, Grim had been not so subtly leaning over Ace's paper. Ace, despite not exactly being a prodigy, gruffly shifted his paper away, with a malicious stink eye and tongue stuck out to match. Noticing this, you give him a nice elbow to the side, where he yelps, and you promptly shush him.
"Grim! You're gonna get in trouble!" You whisper, voice mixed with venom and exhaustion.
Grim loved to play with your shared enrollment, always pressing to see just how far he could push until he got suspended, or so it seemed. Seeing as promptly after this he very loudly thumps his paws on the table.
"YER MESSIN' UP MY FOCUS, HENCHUMAN!" The damned tanuki exclaims to every soul in the classroom.
The entire class, up and down the risers, casts their eyes your way. Some irritated, others snickering behind their hands. Causing such a stirr promptly catching Prof. Trein's very agitated attention.
The man stands, pushing out his chair with a deafening screech of rubber on the linoleum. Silencing the entirety of the hum-buzz of the students chattering about your scarlet burning face and Grims incompetence.
"Prefect, Grim," His voice booms. "I don't suppose you're aware we are in fact taking a test?"
If your face could possibly get any redder, it may rival Riddle when in a fury. Though you didn't suppose he felt such a twisting in his gut when Trein looks at you, obviously anticipating a reply.
However before you can muster even a breath of air, Grim decides he's feeling confident today, floating up with a swagger unrivaled by even the most idiotic of men.
"We're takin' the test just fine, Prof! Don't worry 'bout my Hench Human, we're just evaluating the competition!"
God could he be any more humiliatingly loud and disruptive? You mulled over who may have a spell to get you out of here, but none seemed readily helpful, though maybe Epel putting you to sleep for a good long while seemed very tempting. Your hands felt increasingly clammy and damp, clutching the fabric of your blazer, you could barely blink the tears away.
Trein shared your distain for this response, narrowing his eyes dangerously at Grim before clearing his throat.
"I believe 'Evaluation of the competition' is means to be at worse suspended, you do understand?" Trein's lip twitches into a snarl. "I don't want to see either of you in my class for the remainder of the day. You automatically fail the test. Go."
You don't even care to look back at Ace who gives you a guilty and apologetic look, nor do you decide to wait for Grim who was promptly beginning to quip back at the Professor. Instead grabbing your belongings rapidly and allowing the tears to finally spill as you rushed out of the classroom.
Not even making it down the stairs fully before collapsing on the landing, your chest tightening and throat closing up as the burning hot humiliation builds in your head. Everything seems blurry, be it the coursing adrenaline or feverish tears falling over your reddened face.
How could Grim do that? He seems to want to fail, does he care he's just made such a fool of both of you at all?
Its hard to catch your breath, it feels as if caught on each thorn lining the constriction of your throat. An impending doom comes over you, lifting your hands to run them through your hair before you notice how shaky they are. Staring at them for a moment before you gasp for breath, forcing the oxygen into your body.
You're screwed, you're going to get kicked out, they all hate you, Trein hates you.
"Hm? Prefect?"
Your head rapidly snaps upward to the source of that eloquent voice. At the top of the stairwell stood the Prince of Briar Valley himself, Malleus Draconia. His face a bit of blur through your fuzzy sight.
If you wanted to melt away ever, this could definitely contend for a good moment to do so. Your body seemed to rapidly react to his presence, trying to stumble upward and get out of his way.
"Sor-Sorry," You all but squabbled out.
Malleus silently watches for a moment, analyzing the hyperventilation, the tremors in your hands, your lack of coordination. Like a medical diagnosis, he pretty quickly checks off panic attack, noting that he has caught wind of this happening to humans before.
Clearing his throat, maybe a little too loudly or suddenly as it spooks you into landing right back onto your butt, you can see the mild unsureness as he descends down the stairs to the landing. Keeping his head high as usual before he methodically crouches infront of you.
After a moment longer of his uncomfortable gaze as you continue to shake and choke on your own breath, Malleus tentatively takes his hands, grabbing one of yours, and sandwiches it between his own. Applying pressure as he looks at you.
"Humans have panic attacks, are you having one?" Bless him, he hasn't a clue really.
Blinking out a few more tears you nodded, deciding to grab his hands with your other. Forcing them to steady even if your body still quivers.
"Something causes these attacks. Pray tell what has occurred?"
You swallowed thickly keeping your gaze focused on the hand-sandwich formed by the prince, having to force the words to make sense. Breathing heavily after each one.
"Grim....cheating on our....u-um test, s-so we failed.....it." Wonderfully done!
Malleus slowly nods, taking time to process this. He gives your hands a nice tense squeeze, before looking at your eyes. His head lulling to the side almost like some kind of curious animal.
"I see. I can eliminate Grim with lightin-" You cut that idea short.
"NO! N-no, I mean, thats re-hic-really okay...!"
The prince blinks, taking yet another moment to understand this development. Noticing your lips twitched upward. Unintentional helping. Thats good at least.
"Lilia has told me before that laughter is a cure for aliments," He seems to be thinking aloud. "Might you laugh?"
You hadn't realized just how naïve Malleus was inwardly, his request of you to laugh? Is he insane? Though the absurdity of the entire interaction had seemed to soothe you, without you even noticing it at all. Breathing clearer and your body not so clammy.
His earnest in asking truly did make you laugh, though, partially because of the funny feeling after exerting yourself so violently and viscerally making you susceptible to something so unfunny. You couldn't help but burst out into a fit of laughter.
That seemingly pleased Malleus, a very miniscule smile appearing on his face. He gave you a final good squeeze of the palms, before standing to height again. Helping you upward with him.
"I didn't know I could laugh on command," You commented as you wiped the rest of your tears.
Malleus looked a little troubled with that, eye brows knitting together.
"Not all humans can follow commands? They do run when I ask them to." He replies.
You take an inhale, licking your teeth before holding back a bigger smile.
Heyyy this is my first time requesting something but I was wondering if you could do a twst fic/ one shot where the mc is going about their day and suddenly remembers all of the tiktok sayings
I just would find it interesting and hilarious if we just started to say random shit out of the blue since the test characters wouldn't know what we are saying nor what they mean
Just a thought
TWST X READER
silly tiktok edition
this was a really silly thing to write, loved doing it. i wrote this in class and i really felt my age bro 😭😭😭😭
CHARACTERS: Ace Trappola, Cater Diamond, Sebek Sigvolt, Kalim Al Asim, and Rollo Flamme (random group i know)
enjoy!
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You've spent the day walking around campus, busy and cleaning up the old building. With monotonous work comes lots of thought. And with thought? Anything can happen.
Thats when your hours and hours of scrolling tiktok mindlessly come racing back to you. Everything; sigma, skibidi, ate, gyatt, face card, 67, oh god, what a monsterous combination of words. Especially in a world where none of this would ever make sense.
How do your companions react!?
Ace Trappola
the first time he had ever heard you utter the sentence "what the sigma" i feel like he had an epiphany really
if he was in our world, he would be the definition of a brainrotted child lets be serious (he would be a roblox playing fiend)
he truly can not get over it when you take the time to explain your very bizzare terms
mercy on his soul, he would promptly put these words to use, dont even think he wouldnt
"juice, you have actually no aura"
"MY NAME IS DEUCE"
ace very much is someone you have to watch your words around, he loves to repeat whatever he hears
he really can come up with horrible combinations of words when he feels like it, like honestly it can be terrible sometimes
"hey riddle youve gyatt to help me out with the sigma hedgehogs for aura points, itd be skibidi of you" (this hurt to write)
he does it because 1. he likes to torment you and 2. the absurdity is funny enough to him (so are the looks other people give him)
Rollo Flamme
you know that audio of the labubu song? and the trend to mumble it to ragebait whomever? lol imagine doing that to rollo
quietly mumbling that goddamn "labu, labu labu labubu" oh my god he would actually immediately look at you like you'd actually lost your mind
he would get so mad so fast, if you told him youre ragebaiting, he would only get even MORE mad honestly
he does not have time for the childishness of your stupid SLANG dont you know
god forbid you spread it to the other students and infected their dialogue, you can practically see veins popping from his skin whenever he hears so much as "ate" from down the hallway
"your idiocy has only further shown me the negligence and incompetence of spell casters, Prefect."
hes such a pissass about it, literally the leader of the no fun club
it would eventually come to a point where hes begging you to just stop with the nonsense, because trust he would never let you explain the terms, he just knows its stupid
Cater Diamond
do NOT let him in on stantwt slang if you value anything dear to you
he gets the memo FAST when you explain shit like onika burgers, ate, devoured, slay, things of that nature
and he is OBSESSED WITH THEM
his magicam very quickly devolves into something highly reminiscent of what you may see on our instagram
GOD period is a terrible word for him to know
"riddle just cast off with your head"
"period"
can not get enough of it really, he would basically beg for more slang, to the point you have to tell him what the words ace have been saying mean
doesn't really enjoy skibidi, sigma however? thats pretty good
if he was a person in our world, lord he would LOVVEEE using our gifs too, if you explained it to him he would be all over it
Kalim Al-Asim
does not get it, but hes smiling about it for sure!
"your party was fire bro, loved your fit."
"....thanks! im glad it was....good!"
its a little too bizzare for him to really pick up the words, he just casts a confused smile and goes on his merry way
the lion does not concern himself with skibidi toliet rizz
the lion also will sometimes put the slang youve said into random combinations to include you
"yes! your spell was very....67!" like whatever man
his heart is in the right place, at least i guess
Sebek Zigvolt
absolutely the most confused on the list here
he kind of can't stand the absurdity and lack of reason with it, and you WILL know this
"PREFECT THAT MEANS NOTHING AT ALL, WASTE OF YOUR BREATH, HUMAN!"
hes very clearly autistic, please bare with him and his desire for complete transparency
however despite his dislike of most slang, you could see everything in his mind working when you said "sigma"
lol hes soooooo about the word sigma
he literally promptly takes it into his dialogue, and trust he calls malleus a sigma so fast which in turn prompts more confusion through diasomnia
he basically popularizes the term sigma in the dorm, because he is SO LOUD when he says it and he is SO PROUD of malleus for being the TOP TIER SIGMA MALE or whatever idk take it up with sebek not me
Can I get the overblot gang accidentally hurting their s/o? (Like not a little injury, a big one. With fluff at the end?)
OB Boys x Hurt!Reader
i have a terrible whump addiction, glad to finally give some owchies for real this time! i am not the worlds best fluff writer, so some per are far less....cuddly for sure 🥲. either way, i hope you can enjoy! (nor are some of these accidents sorrh i got carried away)
a/n: reader is yuu!
TW: violence, description of blood, bones breaking, body slamming, passing out, manipulation(MD), burns, verbal abuse, glass breaking, choking/asphxiation (whew)
Riddle Rosehearts
It almost seemed inevitable that Riddle would overblot. His attatchment to rules, his deathly tight reigns he dressed his dormitory with, it was destined to eventually snap in some outburst. The silence that overcame Heartslabyul when Ace landed that egg square on Riddle's head was something to rival an empty library. But the shouts that follow? One might believe they took a wrong turn into a pride of lions.
It happened in an instant, violent screaming followed by Riddle commanding movements forward. Demanding the dorm fall in line as they should be, according to him. One violent thrash too far to the side when he hears a voice defying his orders, paired with a smaller voice hyping up the defiance. None other than you and Grim.
Not that Riddle would notice.
His staff collides with the brunt of your temple, knocking you limp on the ground in an instant. Grim, who was momentarily on your shoulder, yelps, floating around your collapsed body. Using his paws to rock you, urging you to conciousness.
Conciousness that does not come until the following day, where you and the redhead in question are sat parallel in the infirmary. He, who seemed to have been up awhile can't catch your gaze.
"Riddle?" You ask.
He doesn't particularly look up, his eyes doing all the work for him. He seems back to normal enough.
"Prefect." He responds after a beat.
Theres an awkward silence that follows, neither of you particularly intending on picking up the conversation. Your kind friend Grim does that heavy lifting instead, bursting through the door with Ace and Deuce in tandem.
"Prefect! (Hench-human!)" The 3 shout in unison, nearly toppling over your bed to scramble and greet you.
With a throbbing head ache, they so kindly remind you and Riddle of what transpired, with the housewarden in question seeming particularly neglectful of listening. It seems he was already aware.
"Thank you, for visiting, but could we have a moment...?" You gently gestured to Riddle adjacent from you, his body nearly completely moved away from yours.
Deuce is the only to get the hint, having to collect Grim by the scruff and Ace by his hoodie, smiling apologetically as he ushers them out, and the silence right back in.
"So....overblotting," You awkwardly start.
Riddle doesn't turn, he just hums.
Touching the bandaged gash on your temple, you awkwardly smiled, a little sense of unease washing over you. But before you can speak, he does.
"Prefect...I'm sorry." His words are laced with a solemn tone, he licks his lips with knitted brows before turning to sit forward. "I had never intended to hurt you, I had never intended to let alone physically harm anyone."
Theres yet another deafening silence, its your turn to look aside and ponder.
"Its...not necessarily okay that you....you know, knocked me out, but..." You look over again, this time met by grey blue eyes. "....I'll forgive you anyway."
You can see him actively pending on this, he slowly blinks before giving a curt nod.
"I owe you compensation," He decides.
That makes you smile a little, tilting your head.
"Don't worry too much, but I won't say no to it."
Riddle returns your smile, his much softer with an apologetic air to it. He fidgets with his fingers.
"I...suppose eating Tarts just this once could be a fine exception, yes?" The boy is searching for confirmation, or perhaps a kind of reassurance.
"Its a date."
Leona Kingscholar
Leona is a self serving man, to an extent that many straight forwardly dislike him. Hes lazy, he's a prince with his life on a silver platter and that isn't good enough for him. Or so many may have so seen.
The overblot on the field wasn't exactly unexpected, but his violence most certainly was. His plans caving in, his desire to no longer be second in line, second best, it was a rage unfelt before. The extent of his giant claws, thrashing out against his own dorm? It was nearly fictitious in nature.
It was horribly real when his eyes turned from devastated to outright villianous. And the reality of it all didnt hit until the grass turned to sand, and Ruggie was by the skin of his teeth grabbed and hulled up into the air. Outright ready the slam him into the ground.
But then, you had to get involved, didn't you?
Diving straight into the rising Ruggie, against the pleads of your friends to get away, you knocked the hyena from the lion, but consequently were drove straight into the ground. The earth around you scraping into a sandy pit, your body landing upon sticks and stones, burying into your skin.
For a long, long moment, everyone stands completely still. You can only grunt in pain, the shock not allowing everything to set in. Not yet.
Leona stares down at you, he seems completely frozen for just that moment, the rage subsiding, like a clarity within the spiraling pit of the overblot. You can hardly see his lips flatten into a line before hes gone within seconds.
Everything is a blur for a long while, the events of your body, with your broken leg, being hulled out of the hole. To the eventual patching up and cast of your injuries, to where you eventually sat, a whole day later, in Ramshackle. Completely bewildered by the events of what had transpired the previous 24 hours.
Leona had helped himself inside Ramshackle.
With a less than warning knock, he waltzed into the room with a certain swagger he lacked several hours ago. Looking down at you on the edge of your bed with the usual better than you look in his eyes.
You slowly look up to him, before theres firm arms around your torso. Nearly snapping another bone in the process of hugging you.
The concept of Leona Kingscholar himself hugging you, let alone of his own violation is fantastical. But then he spoke.
"Yer the bravest and most fearless person I've met, herbivore." He says with unwavering uncertainty.
If you weren't shocked already, he takes a seat beside you, looking at your face as he sits with a tight smile. Ears pinning back as he has a new found sincerity. Woah there, lion.
"I don't know if Ruggie would've gotten outta that with just a couple scrapes n' broken leg," He awkwardly says, the confidence starting to waiver. "But....I....am...sorry. That you had to see that."
His tail flicks as he looks aside.
"...n' get so beat up fer no point."
You slowly blink. Wow, who knew your entire perception of someone could so rapidly change several times over a single day.
"Wow, maybe the overblot was a good thing," You blurt.
He turns to you with a bewildered look, elbows resting on his knees. You can see him bite a smile back.
"Well. I guess thats a way to look at it," His uncharacteristic words seemed to fall on deaf ears.
With little effort, you pull him into a hug yourself. Hes stiff for a moment, before eventually giving himself a moment to accept it.
"I'll get you back, asshole." You grumbled. "You're carrying my books till I can walk without crutches."
He grumbles something unintelligible, before sighing.
"Its only fair," He subsides.
Azul Ashengrotto
If you had told Azul that his contracts were broken, the lounge had devolved to a disaster, and that he had violently attacked just about everyone in sight, he would not believe you.
His body was extremely sore and heavy where he laid on his back in the Mostro Lounge, his vision blurry and ears ringing. But eventually things came to focus. The Tweels with cuts on their foreheads, other students all with their own minor injuries. Glass shattered everywhere.
But then his eyes focused onto a bloodied face being escorted out of the room, hobbling along with the aid of Jack Howl. A nice drippingly trail in tow.
The Prefect.
Thats when it set in, that everyone was being so very for-real about the overblot. His life had essentially collapsed beneath the weight of every choice he had made. Everything was his fault.
But he of course, being selfish simply one last time, he forces his feet under neath him, awkwardly wobbling past the little crowd around him as he scrambled toward the two exiting the Lounge.
"PREFECT!" Wow, could his voice be more shrill?
Grim and you both flinch, the cat-tanuki-devil thing flicks around ready to get kicking right away. Bearing his claws and breath.
"Not you again, we just dealt with ya! Stay away from my hench-human!" Grim hisses, his body nearly lunging at Azul.
Not that it matters much, Azul breezes past the cat, gripping your shoulders with his bloodied and torn gloves. Oh, Seven, your face.
Azuls heart sinks to the depths of his stomach, the horror of what he had done setting in even worse. Your face was mangled with glass shards embedded in your skin. Gashes in your brows, nose bloodied and lip utterly busted, the blood is enough to make someone faint.
Jack doesnt intend on letting this last long, hes ushering you to get medical aid.
"Save the apologies, Ashengrotto. We're in a bit of a rush," He grumbles.
He gives you a tug along, you walk with him. But Azul follows right alongside the two.
"Prefect, I-I, I can't believe I'd done this to you," He's beginning to babble. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry" His voice is cracking in his throat.
You give a half hearted smile.
"Azul, just...just help out Jack," You say, not without your body falling limp.
You weren't out, but you certainly were losing blood. Your body felt fuzzy all over as you could feel another pair of arms hoist you from under your own.
Lord, Azul would have a hundred apologies to make, but none other compared to the sinking guilt he felt for the violence he had inflicted on you. Seeing the blood trickle down your throatwas enough to make his gut lurch.
He would never forgive himself.
Jamil Viper
Jamil had every right to overblot, don't you know? He had every right in the world to be furious that he was always less than, that everything in his life devolved to be Kalims second. It was never just Jamil, always Kalim and oh, Jamil too.
The crowds of mindless students obeying him were hard to sift through, but even harder was the reality of Jamil, taking his long frankly deserved turn of power, sitting on the throne he had stolen.
His proud demeanor over came you, his arrogance as he watched you rush up to him, pleading.
"Jamil! This is not how to resolve this!" The pleads were on nothing but deaf ears as he rolled his eyes.
Standing, he collected you with a calculated purpose, nails digging into your scalp as he looked at the very essence of your soul. Eyes sharp and steely as, much like his name, his viperous tone rang personally in your ears.
"You are nothing in my world."
He dropped you, sitting back on the throne he had no true reason to have. He seemed proud of himself. Proud of how you stumbled back onto your heels, bleary eyed with confusion and frustration, looking for the repore of your friends to soothe you and yet they hadn't yet come.
You were isolated as he desired.
When his reign of terror had inevitably subsided, there was no immediate apology, no scrambling or looking to soothe your pain. In fact, he seemed completely unwilling or caring to fix what he had done.
It took Kalim intervening, despite the irony. He knew what Jamil said to you, Jamil was aware of it. Yet he didn't care to find you.
So with the dragging of you two to stand by eachother, Kalim smiled awkwardly before running away. You wish you could too.
Jamils arms are tightly crossed, he seems to have somewhere better to be. The tension is thick enough to slice with a knife, but neither of you decide to try and cut through it.
You sigh, rubbing your face. Time to bite the bullet.
"So, your overblot."
"What of it? I've made amends with Kalim."
Nice way to cut off conversation, you note. You match his crossed arms, he quickly puts his in his pockets instead.
"Seems I still am nothing to tou then," you grumbled under your breath.
His eyes narrowed, you can see him processing that.
"It was between me and Kalim, you were in the cross fire. You know how overblotting works," Jamil is reprimanding you like a young child.
Your eyes roll, prying your eyes from his glare.
"Tch, can't you at least pretend to be sorry?"
Jamil sighs, rubbing his face with his hands. Something seems to be getting under his skin at least a little.
"I know it wasn't personal, Jamil. But that doesn't mean you can just say that and it be fine." You chide, giving him a taste of his parental medicine.
He stares at you for a moment, clearing his throat as he looks down. The fabric of his pockets fumble around as he seems to for once be at unease.
"...I suppose you're right." He concedes. "Then...I am sorry for what I said."
Theres a good awakard silence after that. You both sharing mildly discontent glances and foot shifting. With a moment to yourseld, you click your tongue, backing up a little.
"Well, its...alright. I'll...see you, I guess," You mumble, trying to channel your inner Kalim.
Despite the tension, Jamil smiles, rolling his eyes.
"See you too."
Vil Schoenheit
Vil is an envious person. Vil, despite his immense beauty, talent, and prowess, desires to be better than everyone. He simply must be the best. Better especially than Neige.
The damned man had always been just a hair head, just a tad prettier and more approachable, someone more kind and someone not evil.
You were also not evil. Far, far from it.
In the jealous frenzy Vil had incited, he had his eyes on Neige. Rearing to destroy everything he has built, everything that made him just slightly more than he was.
Why, oh why, must you intervene?
With your undying urge to fix things, your diplomatic approach came out. Urging Vil to leave, to relax, to understand. How dare you let Neige be better?
In his blindsighted haze, Vil grabs for your throat, hoisting you into the air. Nails digging into your flesh as he eyes you with a sharp, hate filled gaze. Your eyes wide as he tightened his grip around your throat, cutting your oxygen as he spoke.
"If I am such a terrible villain, then so be it!" He cried.
With gashing force, he watched your face grow purple, watched your hands claw his as he choked you. Not pleased, no he was far from it. Black mascara streamed down his face in ribbons. He was fufilling his role.
Right as your head was hazy, right as you felt your body spinning, a blast of light from behind Vil shone. Both you and him falling from the air, onto the floor, Vil collapsing over you as you gasped for breath, feeling your neck swelling with bruises.
Weakly, you rock his shoulder, Vil looks up at you with wide eyes, quivering lips, and absolute horror.
"Oh my seven," it seems to rush back to him the moment he collapsed.
Theres foot steps rushing over, not that either of you turn to look. You offer a weak smile, he grabs your face between clammy palms.
"Vil..." You can't even finish the word as you succumb to your body knocking you out.
He shakes you, urging you, tightly grabbing your shoulders.
"Prefect, prefect," He pleads with direness.
No response comes as he cradles you in his arms, his eyes still blown wide as he holds the back of your hair, petting you, tears flowing freely.
"I'll set it right, for you."
Idia Shroud
Over whelming, loud, crude, and terribly social. That is what drove Idia into overblot. Too much, far too much. He simply could not handle it. His blot accumulated into something so far out of his control, he felt foreign to himself.
So when he violently thrashed, the flames of hellfire encapsulating everything around him as he washed his overstimulation away with the largest meltdown demonstrated by a mortal. Allowing himself all to simply absorb the blot, it was freeing in some foreign way. He would never imagined he would light someone on fire.
Let alone you.
Your blood curling scream rang through the echoy room, you patted your fire caught sleeves, patting the flames out, though it was too late. Burns ached into your flesh, your skin boiling and throbbing as the dizzying pain spun your head around.
Leave this to the others, you knew you had to do something about this quickly.
Rushing away, you cradled your arm, feet fastee than they had ever before been. Only, they soon were hoisted off the floor. You were hoisted off the floor.
You crane your head up, wincing as your arm throbs in stinging pain, seeing none other than Idia, albeit, his giant, overblotted glory. He seems to stop for a good long moment. As if somehow able to overcome the blot just enough to register he uet again hurt someone dear to him.
In that moment, he carried you with a delicacy, a gentleness far less alike any Idia youd known, blotted or not. He gently carded metal hands in your hair before gently setting you before everyone: In that moment, he held your face, squeezing it lightly.
"Its over now," He says. "It'll be over."
He steps back, body falling down. And true to his words, it was truly over. The unceremonious thunk of his body collapsing on the ground was confirmation enough.
Despite his efforts to rest you, you take off right after him. Shouting his name.
"IDIA!"
Without a moment's hesitation, you dive onto his body against the ground, hes only half there. Your arm is in pain beyond your wildest dreams, every last jolt of pain enough to fry your nerves. Yet, he smiles at you.
"Don't worry about me, I'll never do it again, I am so, so sorry," The words seem prepared as he shuts his eyes.
Both your bodies fall limp, his unconscious, yours given out. Reaching for him, you let you a terrible, horrible wail. Your arm boiling with agony rivaling that of your current turmoil.
"Goddamn it, Idia!" You smile helplessly at him. "You, you stupid, stupid boy."
The helplessness of it all was enough to crush you. If you weren't so burnt, maybe you'd shake him back to earth, give him the scolding of a life time, and follow it up with a hug to crush bones. But for now, punching the cement will suffice.
Malleus Draconia
For Malleus, he held select things truly dear. Lilia and you were at the top of that list. His desire to keep these things safe was his highest priority at all times.
Even when his rampage sent everyone and everything into an eternal slumber. He couldn't let them get away, he had to keep everyone close. It was the only way, the only way he knew how.
So when he sees you fighting the slumber so mercilessly, so endlessly, he can't help but wonder why you want to leave. Why must you leave?
His heart sinks as he cradles you, he pets your hair, he doesn't seem any kind of malicious, no, he could never be so cruel to you.
"Please, rest, I'll be watching you forever," He eases the words into your mind. "You'll be with me always, Prefect."
You shake your head, though your eyelids are heavy. Ever so heavy. The warmth radiating from Malleus's body is truly something difficult to combat when so tired, unfortunately.
The dragon smiles at you, hes almost too endearing. Like you were a misbehaved pet. Dear to him, amusing, but still not in compliance.
"Come now, have you any idea how I care? Have you any idea how good this is for you?" Malleus smoothly hums into your ear.
His lullaby is irresistable, he knows what hes doing. He knows his effect on you, you know of it yourself.
Oh how terribly delicious it was to fall into sleep in his arms.
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TWS: descriptions of panic attacks, cardiac-anxiety, nervous breakdowns
a/n: fyi, panic disorder is an anxiety disorder in which the sufferer has repeated and unanticipated panic attacks, often times, for unknown reasons. this is self indulgent as i myself have it lol (and its biased to my faves) can be read as platonic or romantic
Lilia Vanrouge
upon a panic attack, Lilia knows just what to do
hes been around for a very long time, dont you know, he knows a thing or two
hes seen everything, death, war, and destruction, to joy, life, and laughter. hes got your back!
hes armed with enough knowledge of medical variety to soothe anyone with pure facts alone
the repetative, nearly bursting rate of your heart? dont worry, that of course happens when youre in fight or flight
your left arm feels numb? does it really, or did you persuade yourself into thinking that?
he'll rub your arm, give you a big squeeze to help keep you on earth with the rest of us
"fufu, y/n, someone so youthful surely is not having a heart attack."
hes the easiest to keep you distracted when you eventually calm down, its hard to even notice the conversation changes
Ruggie Bucchi
honestly? Ruggie totally has anxiety himself
likely worse in the past, hes got a grip on it now, so any sudden onslaught of pacing and hyperventilating hes got covered
he immediately takes you to somewhere quiet, right next to yourside
hes a little more no nonsense about it, he'll make you look him in the eyes as he demands kindly instructs you to breathe with him
yeah if that makes you freak out more he kind of stares like an idiot for a second
hey i said hes got it covered, not that hes perfect at it
no matter, he will be sure to stay with you as you pace and eventually tire yourself out
if it gets to the point you can't breathe or think clearly, hes got enough muscle to help keep you in place (if you can't sit still or keep bouncing a leg)
Ruggie would never get impaitent, he knows what thats like, he sit with you as long as you need even if you keep not listening anyway
Rook Hunt
lowkey hed out drama you im not wven gonna lie now
the milisecond a panic attack starts he's literally matching your energy
"OH, MA CHERIE! NON, NON! YOU DESERVE THESE WOES NOT!"
pacing or bouncing literally is not optional at all eith him, sorry man. this bob having giant literally has a deathly bear hug immediately on you
he will not stop talking, he knows everything you're going to say. shuts it down before it can really get started
if youre concerned about your heart beat being irregular, he will put his ear over your chest before you can even ask.
he insists its the most beautifully steady beat, a work of art or something french
hes probably the best at stopping them from happening at all
Floyd Leech
if tou think Floyd has any ability to handle a panic attack youre sorely mistaken
if you ask him to give you pressure he first thinks you mean like. peer pressure, which makes it worse, then you ask for physical pressure and oh my god good luck
again, like Rook, he will keep you in place for sure! maybe...too much!!
he will get irritated fast, by the second repetition of "im gonna die" or "i cant breathe" he's grumbling and whining
"shrimpys not being fun, youre not having a heart-somethin, cmon already!"
he's like the worst person to go to for this, honestly Jade will approach because Floyds been missing for too long and will probably be the one to actually help lol
heartslabyul with a yuu!reader thats just fucking shredded? like, shawty has abs and all
Heartslabyul x Buff!!Yuu!!Reader
Hello lovelies ! I apologize for disappearing and not filling out asks, I’ve sincerely missed it. I recently graduated highschool, gone to prom, and have been enrolling into beauty school!! So I’ve been pretty MIA all and all, sincerest apologies. I even had to miss ruggies b-day banners <<//33
For those who follow for my non TWST asks, I will likely be halting all guro and such posts, my new therapist has advised against my interactions with that subculture. From this point on I hope to shift all interactions into the TWST fandom !!
Without further adieu, the hcs!!!
Characters: All Heartslabyul !
TWs: minor bullying, joke about execution
a/n: sorry if theyre rushed, gotta get back into the swing qq
Riddle Rosehearts
-riddle i’d imagine finds himself troubled? With a buff yuuie
-hes got the worlds worst inferiority complex that manifests into a superiority complex (crazy), and seeing yuu who can hold her own without blowing her lid? Lol hes jealous
-maybe even so jealous he tries to avoid yuuie??
-riddle may have a temper but he at least gives a little try to not be a jerk! He does have a heart all in all you know
-trey actually picks up on the jealousy, and after the overblot nudges riddle into the ‘maybe make a friend’ direction
-which, when riddle gets over himself, he is a bit in awe
-now he would never be a meat head but he might feel a little inspired when yuu can no trouble carry ace and deuce away to stop causing trouble
-grim can not get enough of when yuu goes up and kabedons poor poor riddle whose face becomes the color of his hair the poor soul
Trey Clover
-trey is kind of buff lets be serious now (authors bias, trey i want you)
-hes the kind of pudgy, real meaty kind of buff you know?
-the guy can not get enough of a buff yuuie
-he was first overjoyed when he noticed yuu be able to swat off night raven students solely from her raw strength
-the older brother in him wanted to first jump in and keep a sibling safe, but he was stopped short by the students running for the hills
-compliments left and right! Huzzah, huzzah, what the powerful being you are!
-trey would love the help around the kitchen, assigning yuuie dough kneading, grabbing sacks of flour, on and on
-he would ask yuu to join him in work outs!!!
Cater Diamond
-lolol this guy would have his phone out in a heartbeat the second he sees yuu lift something heavy for the first time
-”oh my god, ME NEXT?!”
-caters got the personality of a brainrotted 12 year old who spends too much time on instagram, he cant help but make cringey jokes about his head getting crushed between your thighs like a watermelon
-your arms have become a prop in his magicam photos
-constantly asking you at terribly inconvenient times if he can “borrow your arm please”
-hes a big fan of watching you Be Strong, will request you to pick up stones, text books, him, ace
-once he begged and pleaded for you to go up and pick up riddle
-please decline, you will be executed publicly otherwise
Ace Trappola
-can a twink be a meathead? This guy most certainly is
-hes the kind of person to not be able to put on muscle no matter how hard he tries, so hes a tad jealous but its promptly squashed by his amazement
-asks you for what your workouts are like, were you this ripped in your homeland?
-ace desperately wants to be just like you, finding your brazen attitude and ability to handle things without magic absolutely raw
-grim will terrorize him, when you guys first met, grim decided it would be funny to lie about him possessing yuuie and “half of my power is stored in her muscles! I can remove it at anytime!!”
-ace totally believed it and even though he knows better now, he still has his reservations
-dont press him, he will get super embarrassed
Deuce Spade
-deuce is immediately off put i wont lie
-because of his history, deuce has tried his best to ID and steer clear of any possible trouble students
-and he associates buff with delinquent, so hes immediately stand offish
-yuu may have to put in some extra work to prove yourself a kindhearted student
-already dealing with alot, its not nice to feel judged too, deuce knows this and will cave pretty soon and be super guilty about it
-hes pretty lean so to compensate he offers to join you during workouts and stuff
-thus starts a wonderful bond!
-be careful though he might want to let loose on some unsuspecting semi-rude students though,
