Soooooo we listen and we don’t judge. Keep in mind I was running on maybe 2 hours of sleep and no food. This was prob the only thing keeping me awake. Also I didn’t use a reference cuz believe it or not they don’t let you have ur phone out during lectures 😭😭. So uh, without further ado, new year malleus doodle. Yayyyyyyyyyyyy
Bro looks so emo omfg 😭😭. added the tail for funsies. We don’t talk abt the erased part at the bottom. Was gonna add a leona chibi but I was like nahhhhhh cuz the lecture got interesting. Sighhhhhhhhh I’m never touching a pencil again
HELLO FOLLOWERS AND TKDB FANDOM!!! For the ragebait series, I have smth for every ghoul expect Elias, Suba, Haku, Ed, Rui, Lyca, Jiro, Tohma, and Lucas. Does anyone have ideas of how to ragebait these guys??
Hello tkdb fandom!! Today, I bring you…angst!!! Again!!! Oh…oh you don’t want it? Oh…I’m so sorry…let me just…put it away-
HAHA FUCK YOU BITCH. I WANT YOU TO CRY TODAY.
“One day, I will stop falling in love with you. Someday, someone will like me like I like you. Until then, I’ll drink my coffee, eat my pie, pretend that we are more than friends. Then, of course, I’ll let you break my heart again.”
One day, I Will Stop Falling In Love With You
Featured ghouls: Leo Kurosagi, Taiga Hoshibami, Shion Genkai
Tags: ooc for taiga, not a happy ending, emotional manipulation lwk, originally I was going to do a couple other ghouls but I was like nah they’re not that toxic and I kept cutting it down until I ended up with these three, MY FAVORITES BTW, I think this is saying smth for sure…
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Leo Kurosagi:
There came a point where you stopped wondering whether Leo liked you.
Not because you found an answer, but because you became too tired to ask.
He was impossible to understand.
One afternoon he'd be sitting beside you for hours, lazily resting his head against your shoulder while editing videos on his phone, occasionally shoving the screen in your face just to hear your opinion. The next he'd pass you in the hallway as though you'd barely met. Some nights he'd text you at two in the morning asking if you were awake because he "needed company."
You always answered.
Always.
Even if you had class in an hour. Even if you were exhausted. Even if he hadn't contacted you for three days straight.
Then you'd spend the entire night talking, laughing, listening to him complain about idiots online or show you another photograph he'd taken because "the lighting looked cool."
Those nights felt dangerous. Because during those nights you could almost pretend.
Almost pretend that when he looked at you a little too long, it meant something. Almost pretend that when he absentmindedly brushed your shoulder, it wasn't an accident. Almost pretend that you weren't the only one falling.
Then morning came.
And Leo became Leo again.
He'd slip back behind that practiced smirk, tossing sarcastic remarks over his shoulder as if the version of him from three in the morning had never existed. If you tried to mention one of those late-night conversations, he'd blink at you with that annoyingly unreadable expression before shrugging.
"You think too much, Honor Roll."
And maybe you did. Maybe you did imagine everything. Maybe the way he sought you out whenever he was lonely meant nothing at all.
Still...
You kept answering.
Weeks turned into months, and somehow you became part of Leo's routine without ever becoming part of his life.
He'd send you photos first, ask your opinion on captions, drag you to cafés because he "didn't want to eat alone,” sit beside you in silence for hours, but the moment someone joked that the two of you looked close—
He'd laugh.
"Nah."
Just one word.
Casual.
Thoughtless.
Enough to make your stomach sink.
And you'd smile anyway and pretend it didn't matter. Pretend your heart hadn't quietly cracked. Pretend you thought the same thing.
Then came the mission.
It wasn't particularly memorable. Just another anomaly. Another report. Another day where things went wrong—which seemed like most days, honestly.
You were injured protecting a group of students. Nothing life-threatening. Just bad enough that you spent nearly two weeks recovering in the infirmary before being sent home to finish healing.
Your phone stayed silent the whole time.
At first you weren't worried. The influencer wasn't exactly known for checking in. Then three days passed. Then five. Then ten.
You wondered if maybe he was busy. Maybe another mission. Maybe he hadn't noticed. Surely he'd noticed.
When you finally returned to campus, your arm still wrapped in bandages, Leo spotted you almost immediately.
"There you are, Honor Roll."
Your heart betrayed you. It always did.
"...Hi."
"You got the notes from yesterday? Sho wants them and I obviously don’t go to lectures."
You blinked.
"...Yesterday?"
"Yeah."
A pause.
"I wasn't here yesterday."
"So?"
"I haven't been here for almost two weeks."
Leo frowned.
"...Seriously?"
You laughed quietly.
A small sound, almost embarrassed.
"You... didn't notice?"
"When did you even leave?"
The world became strangely quiet. Not dramatically. There wasn’t any ringing in your ears, no cinematic realization, no sudden epiphany. Just…quiet.
Because suddenly every late-night conversation replayed itself inside your head. Every moment you'd convinced yourself meant something. Every photograph. Every smile. Every shoulder bump. Every "needed company." They had mattered.
Just...
Not enough. Not enough for him to notice you were gone.
You smiled anyway.
"...Never mind. It’s not important. Which class do you need notes for?"
Something inside you settled that day, not shattered, settled. Like dust after a building collapsed.
You stopped answering his messages immediately. Stopped waiting outside classes hoping you'd run into him. Stopped bringing him coffee because you'd memorized his order months ago.
When he called at two in the morning—
You were asleep. For the very first time.
When he texted the next afternoon asking where you'd been, you simply replied:
Busy.
Nothing more.
He sent a question mark.
You never answered.
Life became quieter, lonelier, but healthier. You started eating lunch with other people, started laughing more, started realizing how exhausting it had been to spend every day hoping for scraps of affection.
You still loved him, of course. That hadn't disappeared. Love wasn't that convenient, wasn’t that merciful. But now, every morning before class, you'd whisper the same sentence to yourself.
One day, I will stop falling in love with you.
Not today, probably not tomorrow, not even the near future maybe, but one day.
Weeks later, Leo finally cornered you outside the library.
"Honor Roll."
You looked up.
"Hm?"
"You've been weird."
"I'm sorry you feel that way."
His eyebrows furrowed.
"What happened?"
You almost laughed. Because he genuinely didn't know. He couldn't remember your absence. Couldn't remember your disappointment. Couldn't remember the day something inside you had quietly broken.
"...Nothing."
"Don't bullshit me."
"I'm not."
"You've been avoiding me."
"I've been busy."
"You were never too busy before."
There it was.
Not I missed you.
Not I was worried.
Just...
You were never too busy for me before.
You smiled softly.
"I'm trying something new."
Leo stared. And for just a moment, something uncertain crossed the ghoul’s face. Something almost frightened, almost panicked. Then his phone buzzed. He glanced down, rolled his eyes, clicked his tongue.
"Tch…whatever."
And just like that—
Leo became Leo again.
He walked away. And you watched him go. Your chest ached but you didn’t chase him. Instead you closed your eyes.
Some day, someone will like me the way I like you.
You wanted to believe it. You really did.
Then, two nights later, your phone lit up.
u awake?
Just two words. Just enough.
You stared at the screen for a long time. Then sighed, picked up your phone, and texted him back.
And, of course, no matter how hard you try to deny it—
You’ll always let him break your heart again.
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Taiga Hoshibami:
Taiga never forgot you. Well…he remembered your nicknames.
"Kitty."
"Kitten."
"Kitty-cat."
He'd shout it across campus, drag you into ridiculous adventures, shove half his food into your hands because he'd suddenly decided he didn't want it anymore.
Some days he'd spend every waking hour glued to your side, acting as though you were the most entertaining person at Darkwick. Those were the days you loved most. Those were the days hope grew. Then, without warning…he'd disappear, not physically, emotionally.
Another mission would catch his attention. Another anomaly. Another whim. Another person. You'd wave. He'd blink.
"...Oh."
Then continue walking. As though yesterday hadn't happened, as though he hadn't spent six straight hours complaining to you about absolutely nothing, as though you hadn't started believing maybe—
Just maybe—
You mattered a little more than everyone else.
The mission that injured you wasn't even particularly difficult, just unlucky. The anomaly struck before anyone expected it. You shielded an innocent bystander. The rest was a blur.
When you woke, you were informed you'd be recovering away from campus for nearly three weeks. Your first thought was embarrassingly simple,
Taiga's going to complain that I'm gone.
He didn't.
Three weeks later, you returned. Still limping slightly, your shoulder wrapped tightly beneath your uniform. Taiga spotted you immediately, it took a while to remember you but he got there eventually. That’s good.
Right?
"There you are, Kitty."
Your heart lifted.
Maybe...
Maybe he'd—
"You skipped casino night."
Which happened to be every night but you didn't comment.
"...I wasn't exactly able to."
"Huh?"
"I've been gone." Silence. "...For three weeks."
Taiga tilted his head.
"...Were you? Why?"
Another pause of silence.
Romeo, standing several feet away, rolled his eyes and lowered the papers in his hands.
"You BTH, how idiotic can you be?"
"What?"
"They were hospitalized, obviously."
"...Oh."
Taiga looked back at you.
"...Really?"
You gave him a small smile.
"It doesn't matter."
He accepted that answer immediately.
"Okay."
Then launched into a completely unrelated story about something he'd eaten during a mission.
You listened.
You always listened.
But this time...
Something felt different.
You realized he hadn't asked if you were okay. Hadn't asked if you were hurt. Hadn't asked if you'd been scared. He simply moved on.
So...
Eventually...
You did too.
When Taiga wanted company, sometimes you politely declined. When he dragged you toward another reckless idea, you occasionally said no. When he shouted "Kitty!" across campus...sometimes you kept walking.
He noticed, not immediately, but eventually.
"...Kitty."
You looked up.
"What?"
"Come here."
"I'm studying."
"So?"
A pause and the red-head sighed.
"After then?"
"...Maybe."
Maybe.
Taiga frowned, you'd never said maybe before.
Days later he found you eating lunch without him.
"...Kitty."
"Hm?"
"Come."
"I'm good here."
"Why?"
You looked at him, really looked at him. Then smiled.
"I'm spending time with friends."
"I'm your friend."
"I know."
"Then?"
Then.
Such a simple word but one you couldn't answer.
Because the truth was cruel.
You were tired of only existing when he remembered you, tired of waiting for the version of Taiga who would choose you that day.
"...Go eat, Taiga."
He stared another second before wandering off.
A week later, he appeared beside your desk and dropped your favorite snack in front of you.
"For you."
You blinked.
"...Thanks."
"You're not mad anymore?"
You almost laughed.
"I'm not mad."
"Then come with me."
There it was.
A snack. A nickname. A familiar grin.
Just enough warmth to make hope bloom again.
Your chest tightened.
One day...
You looked at him, at the ghoul you'd spent months chasing. Then quietly stood.
"...Okay."
And, of course...
You let him break your heart again. And again. And again.
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Shion Genkai:
The first time Shion made you cry, he laughed. Not cruelly, per say. Just...with curiosity. As though your tears were another interesting reaction to study.
"You cry easily."
You wiped your face.
"...Sorry."
"Why’re you apologizing?"
You didn't know. It simply seemed easier than explaining.
After that, it became a pattern. Shion would push and you'd finally reach your limit. Then, the moment you were ready to walk away—
He'd change.
Like flipping a switch. Suddenly he'd become gentle, unexpectedly so. He'd brush imaginary dust from your sleeve. Call your name softly. Walk beside you in comfortable silence. Offer you half his dessert. For five minutes...he became someone else.
Someone kind. Someone careful. Someone who made you believe maybe the real Shion was hiding underneath everything else.
Then, once you smiled again—
He'd go right back to himself.
Again.
And again.
And again.
It became a cycle. One you recognized, one you hated, one you couldn't seem to escape no matter how hard you tried.
"I'm done."
You'd whispered it once after he'd spent an afternoon deliberately provoking you until you left in tears.
"I'm serious this time."
Shion only tilted his head.
"...Really?"
"Yes."
"...Okay."
You turned.
Made it three whole steps.
"...Inspector."
You stopped.
"...What."
"...Wait."
And against your better judgment...
You did.
He walked over quietly. For once, there was no grin, no mocking smile, no teasing. Only a strange softness.
"...Don't cry." His hand hesitated before patting your head. "I don't like it."
Your resolve cracked instantly. Because after wanting his kindness for so long… How could you walk away the moment he finally offered it?
So you stayed. Of course you stayed.
The next morning he laughed when you flinched. And the cycle began again.
Weeks later, you barely recognized yourself. You laughed less. Spoke less. Cried more.
One afternoon, standing alone with a cup of coffee growing cold in your hands, you stared at your reflection in the café window. You looked tired, both emotionally and physically. You whispered the words before you could stop yourself.
"One day..." Your reflection stared back at you. "One day..." Your throat tightened. "I'll stop falling in love with him."
The sentence hurt. Because you weren't sure you believed it.
Then someone sat across from you.
Shion.
"Found you."
You looked away.
"...Congratulations."
He frowned.
".You're so boring today."
"I'm tired."
"Then smile."
"I don't want to."
He watched you quietly. Something shifted in his expression.
"...Are you leaving me?"
The question almost made you laugh.
Leaving.
As though he'd ever really let you stay.
"...No."
"Liar."
He reached across the table and tapped your hand. A tiny gesture, it was barely anything.
"...Stay."
One word. Soft, gentle, just enough. You closed your eyes. You knew exactly what was happening. He'd sensed you pulling away, so he'd become kind again. Just long enough. Just enough to keep you from leaving. It shouldn't have worked. You knew it shouldn't.
You took a slow breath, opened your eyes, looked at the hand resting over yours, then looked at the magician.
And despite everything...
Despite knowing better...
Despite promising yourself this would be the last time...
You turned your hand over, lacing your fingers with his.
Shion smiled.
Small.
Victorious.
The warmth disappeared from his expression almost immediately afterward, replaced by that familiar mischievous grin.
You lowered your gaze to your untouched coffee.
Cold now.
Bitter.
You wondered, not for the first time, what it would feel like to love someone who reached for your hand because they wanted to hold it—
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…You finally came back. I’ve been waiting here the whole time, you know. Don’t you feel sorry for me?
Need to spoil him need to spoil him need to spoil him
(Pretty sure this is the one you get for missing at least one log in, and like all such messages, it is the funniest if you've barely been gone a day. But since Shion's default log in is "couldn't find you so i thought maybe I killed you and forgot about it" said as casual as good morning...)
Like yes baby good boy thank you for thinking about me I missed you too best husband in the world literally anything you want
I am a weak woman
LMAHDWKHFOSHFONEOFC HES REALLY GONNA GET JUST. THE ABSOLUTE MOST I LOVE VIOSHION
"don't you feel sorry for me :((" <- fucking around
"yes omg im so sorry my poor baby you were so good while i was gone, do you want me to draw you a bath or dinner or...."
HOW THE TURN TABLES
"literally anything u want" "ok let me kill those noisy second years"
SHION NOOOOOO I LIKE THOSE NOISY SECOND YEARS THEYRE NICE TO ME
A ghoul trying to learn mc’s language but end up saying something really funny instead? With whoever you think would fit this prompt best
I used Japanese as the foreign language since that’s what the game is played in. I hope you like it!
Lost in Love
Featured ghouls: Ritsu Shinjo, Lucas Errant, Alan Mido, Haku Kusanagi
Tags: I actually don’t personally like Ritsu and Haku so I apologize if it’s bad…
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Ritsu Shinjo:
Ritsu prided himself on many things.
His intelligence.
His education.
His multilingual abilities.
His debating skills.
His memory.
His logic.
Which was precisely why this situation was so humiliating.
Because Ritsu Shinjo spoke multiple languages.
Multiple.
And yet somehow Japanese became his downfall.
The date had been flawless.
Obviously.
Ritsu would never allow anything less.
Every reservation had been planned weeks in advance.
Every detail considered.
Every possibility accounted for.
The confession waiting at the end had been rehearsed seventeen times.
Not that he’d admit that.
You sat together beside a fountain while city lights reflected across the water.
The atmosphere couldn’t have been more romantic.
Everything was perfect.
Then Ritsu ruined it.
He straightened his posture.
And confidently declared:
“君を見ると、お腹が空きます.” (Looking at you makes me hungry.)
You blinked.
Ritsu smiled.
You blinked again.
“…You get hungry when you look at me?”
The smile disappeared.
“What?”
“You just said looking at me makes you hungry.”
Silence.
Ritsu froze.
You could practically hear his brain rebooting.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Ritsu.”
“No.”
You were already laughing.
Meanwhile Ritsu looked genuinely distressed.
“I meant my heart races.”
“You said I make you hungry.”
“I absolutely did not.”
“You absolutely did.”
For perhaps the first time in his life, Ritsu Shinjo looked completely defeated.
After several agonizing seconds, he buried his face in his hands.
“…I spent two weeks practicing.”
That only made you laugh harder.
The great prodigy.
The future top attorney.
Defeated by basic vocabulary.
Eventually he looked up.
Still red.
Still embarrassed.
Still trying to recover.
“…Fine.”
You smiled.
“Fine?”
“I’ll say it in a language I actually know.”
Then he took your hand.
Looked directly into your eyes.
And confessed properly.
“Le simple fait de contempler ton beau visage est plus époustouflant que tout ce que l'on peut voir dans le ciel nocturne. Mon cœur bat si vite en ta présence, impatient de t'appartenir.” (Just looking at your beautiful face is more breathtaking than anything in the night sky. My heart beats so fast around you, eager to be yours.)
Though you never let him forget the hunger comment.
Ever.
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Lucas Errant:
Lucas made one critical mistake.
He trusted an online translation forum.
That was it.
That was where everything went wrong.
Because Lucas, being Lucas, genuinely believed the information was correct.
Why wouldn’t he?
The internet said it was.
Surely strangers would never lie.
The date itself was lovely.
A quiet garden.
Fresh flowers.
Soft evening light.
Everything felt like something out of a romance novel.
Lucas looked nervous the entire time.
Which should have warned you something was coming.
Eventually he stopped walking.
Turned toward you.
And smiled.
The kind of smile that made your heart melt every time.
Then he proudly announced:
“君は私の税金です.” (You are my tax.)
Silence.
You stared.
Lucas smiled brighter.
You stared harder.
“…I’m your taxes?”
The smile vanished.
“What?”
“Your taxes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“You called me your taxes.”
Lucas looked horrified.
Absolutely horrified.
The poor man immediately started digging through pages of notes.
“What was it supposed to say?”
“You tell me.”
“It was supposed to mean you’re important to me!”
“Apparently I’m the government.”
You laughed so hard tears formed.
Meanwhile he looked seconds away from dying of embarrassment.
Eventually he managed to grab your hand.
His face completely red.
“Please ignore that.”
“I can’t.”
“Please.”
“I’m your taxes now.”
“Please.”
“You have to file me annually.”
“Please stop.”
The fact that he couldn’t stop laughing afterward made it impossible for you to tease him too much.
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Alan Mido:
Alan spent three weeks preparing.
Three. Entire. Weeks.
Not because he was planning a mission. Not because he was preparing for combat. Not because he was studying strategy.
No.
He was learning Japanese. Specifically for you.
The problem was that Alan already struggled with expressing himself in his native language.
Every conversation felt like a battle.
Every compliment felt awkward.
Every confession got stuck somewhere between his brain and his mouth.
So when he learned that your first language was Japanese, he became determined to tell you something meaningful in it.
Unfortunately, determination and linguistic talent were not the same thing.
Which was how he found himself standing beside you beneath a sky full of stars after what had been an otherwise perfect evening.
The date itself had gone surprisingly well.
The restaurant was beautiful.
The food had been excellent.
You’d laughed.
He’d actually smiled.
Everything was going according to plan.
All that remained was the final sentence.
The one he’d spent weeks memorizing.
Alan took a deep breath.
Then said confidently,
“君は俺の冷蔵庫の鶏です.” (You are the chicken in my fridge.)
You blinked.
“…I’m sorry?”
Alan nodded.
Clearly believing he’d succeeded.
“You are my refrigerator chicken.”
Silence.
The stars twinkled overhead.
A car drove by in the distance.
Somewhere, a dog barked.
You stared at him.
Alan stared back.
Completely serious.
“…Your what?”
“My chicken in the refrigerator."
The confidence remained.
Unfortunately.
You pressed both hands over your mouth.
“No.”
Alan frowned.
“No?”
“No, Alan.”
Something was wrong.
He could tell.
Very wrong.
His confidence immediately evaporated.
“…What did I say?”
You turned away.
Trying desperately not to laugh.
The effort lasted approximately two seconds.
Then you were bent over wheezing.
Alan looked horrified.
“That bad?”
“THAT BAD.”
“What does it mean?”
“You just called me a chicken.”
His face immediately went blank.
“A chicken.”
“A chicken.”
“From a refrigerator.”
“Yes.”
Alan looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole.
After several seconds of suffering, he quietly pulled out his notebook.
Flipped through several pages.
Stared.
Then closed it.
“…I used the wrong word.”
“Just a little.”
“I meant soulmate.”
“You got poultry.”
Alan covered his face.
You laughed so hard your stomach hurt.
Yet somehow the moment became even sweeter when he finally muttered,
“…For the record, I meant that I love you.”
🌸 —————————————————🌸
Haku Kusanagi:
Haku should have known better.
The problem was that Haku loved seeing your reactions.
He found them adorable.
Which meant he was far more focused on impressing you than double-checking his pronunciation.
A dangerous combination.
The evening had been wonderful.
You’d spent hours together wandering through festival stalls.
Eating food.
Playing games.
Watching fireworks.
The entire night felt magical.
Then Haku decided it was time.
He leaned closer.
Smiling that infuriatingly attractive smile.
The one that usually meant trouble.
“Princess.”
You glanced up.
“Hm?”
He took a breath.
Then confidently announced:
“君は私の祖母です.” (You’re my grandmother.)
Silence.
“…Your grandmother?”
Haku froze.
A nearby firework exploded.
Neither of you reacted.
“My what?”
“You just called me your grandmother.”
The realization hit immediately.
Haku’s entire face turned red.
Then redder.
Then somehow even redder.
You had never seen him this embarrassed before.
Ever.
“Princess.”
“Yes?”
“I did not mean grandmother.”
“I certainly hope not.”
“I meant treasure.”
“You got grandmother.”
“I know.”
You burst out laughing.
Haku immediately grabbed your shoulders.
“Listen.”
“I’m listening.”
“Forget I said that.”
“I can’t.”
“Please.”
“You called me grandma.”
“Princess.”
“Should I start knitting?”
“Princess.”
“Do I need reading glasses now?”
“MC.”
At that point you nearly collapsed from laughter.
Meanwhile Haku buried his face in your shoulder to hide his embarrassment.
Which only made you laugh harder.
And although the confession had gone spectacularly wrong…
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Some notes:
First chosen character - I don't play the game, so I put my first fav character (Tohma) in this box.
Fav design - It was a close fight between Romeo and Jiro, but Romeo won in the end with the power of lower lashes.
Best cards - Every Elias card I've seen blew me away. But I must note that it's easier for Elias (and the other Dionysia boys) to make it into this box when they have so few cards compared to the other characters, in the most developed art style no less.
Favourite in terms of story - Haku is so mysterious and interesting. He's my top candidate for the ghoul traitor, so I'm really eager to see where the story takes him.
Side Note: My first chosen character actually would’ve been Leo since I thought he was pretty but I was talked out of it by my friend so I chose Lyca instead XD
Not 3x Taiga, omg 😭😭 But take this with a grain of salt because a) I actually wanted to choose more than one for most of these and b) I'm pretty sure this ranking will change with every epi 😭😭
I’m ngl, Leo has some ASS cards sometimes. Tbh, I don’t like any of the Hotarubi characters but Suba is fine ig. I don’t like how there’s so many repeating characters 😭😭 do I only know like 4 ppl??? I was honestly debating between Kaito and Jin for Frostheim but like ig seniority yk? HELP NOT LEO FOUR TIMES I CANT.
Could you write the ghouls wanting praises? Like for example mc/ reader praises lyca for something and rui is sitting there waiting for his praise because they did the same thing HAHAHAHA
Don't feel pressured to write!!! Love love🫶
Yes of course!! I love this idea so much lmao. I hope you like it!!
Notice Me Too
Featured ghouls: Lyca Colt and Rui Mizuki
Tags: fuck that reaper curse
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The common room of Obscuary was unusually peaceful.
For once, the captain was nowhere to be found, which meant there were no mysterious appearances from behind couches, no strange comments directed at you, and no random arguments breaking out every ten minutes between him and the others.
Just you, Lyca, and Rui.
The afternoon sunlight filtered through the tall windows, casting warm patches of gold across the room while Lyca sat on the floor beside the coffee table sorting through a pile of documents Rui had dumped on him earlier.
Or rather, attempted to dump on him.
"You mixed up half of them."
"I did not."
"You put these upside down."
"They're papers. Who cares?"
"You should care."
"They still read the same."
"They absolutely do not."
You smiled to yourself from your spot on the couch.
Nothing new.
The two of them had been arguing over the exact same stack of paperwork for nearly twenty minutes.
At some point Rui had wandered off to organize something else while Lyca reluctantly continued sorting.
Which was why you were genuinely surprised when he suddenly shoved a completed pile onto the table.
"There."
You blinked.
"...Already?"
"Yeah."
Rui looked over from across the room.
"Already?"
The disbelief in his voice mirrored your own.
Lyca immediately scowled.
"What?"
"I thought you'd eat them."
"What kind of idiot eats paper?"
Rui opened his mouth.
Closed it.
Then pointed at him.
"You."
Lyca looked genuinely offended.
You laughed.
"Still, that's impressive."
The words slipped out naturally.
You reached over and patted the top of his head before thinking about it.
"Good job, Lyca."
Silence.
The room became suspiciously quiet.
Lyca froze.
Completely.
His hand was still resting on the table.
His shoulders stiffened.
"..."
"..."
"...Lyca?"
His face immediately turned away.
"I'm not a dog."
"I didn't say you were."
"You patted my head."
"You looked proud."
"I wasn't."
"You kind of were."
"I wasn't."
He sounded far less convincing than usual.
Especially because there was the faintest hint of pink spreading across his ears.
You smiled.
Cute.
Across the room, Rui had gone strangely silent.
You didn't notice at first.
Lyca didn't notice at first.
Rui noticed immediately.
Because the blonde was currently staring at the two of you.
Specifically at the way you were smiling at Lyca.
And the way Lyca had received praise.
And the way Lyca had gotten a head pat.
A very important detail.
A critically important detail.
One that Rui couldn't stop thinking about.
You praised him.
And then patted his head.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
Rui looked down at the papers in his own hands.
Then back at Lyca's stack.
Then back at you.
Then back at the papers.
"..."
An idea formed.
A terrible one.
"Cutie."
You looked over.
"Hm?"
Rui suddenly appeared beside the couch.
You had absolutely no idea how he'd crossed the room that quickly.
He placed a second stack of neatly organized documents onto the table.
"Finished."
You blinked.
"Oh."
Then looked down.
Everything was perfectly sorted.
Alphabetized.
Labeled.
Color coded.
Somehow.
"When did you do all this?"
"I was working."
"You've been walking around."
"I can do both."
Honestly, that sounded believable.
Rui never seemed capable of sitting still.
You glanced over the pages.
Then smiled.
"This is really neat."
Rui brightened immediately.
Like a flower receiving sunlight.
"Right?"
"Yeah."
"It took effort."
"I'm sure it did."
"I worked very hard."
Something about his tone made you pause.
Slowly.
Suspiciously.
You looked up.
Rui was smiling.
Very brightly.
Too brightly.
Meanwhile Lyca had already figured out what was happening. "You've got to be kidding me."
Rui ignored him.
"I organized every page."
"You did."
"I even fixed his mistakes."
"Hey."
"I was very helpful."
"You were."
Rui waited.
Nothing happened.
His smile twitched.
You tilted your head.
"...What?"
"Nothing."
"You sound disappointed."
"I'm not."
"You are."
"I'm not."
Lyca suddenly barked out a laugh.
"You want praise."
"I do not."
"You absolutely do."
"I absolutely do not."
"You saw them praise me and now you're jealous."
Rui looked horrified.
"Jealous?"
"Yeah."
"No."
"You're basically begging for it."
"I am not begging."
"You practically wagged your tail."
"I don't have a tail."
The argument continued while realization slowly dawned on you.
Oh.
Oh.
He wanted praise too.
You pressed your lips together.
Trying not to laugh.
Rui immediately noticed.
"Don't laugh."
"I'm trying."
"Don't."
"You made it really obvious."
"I did not."
"You kind of did."
He looked away.
Which, somehow, was confirmation enough.
For someone so outgoing, Rui could be surprisingly easy to read sometimes.
Especially when he wanted something.
You reached out.
Caught his sleeve.
And smiled.
"Good job, Rui."
He froze.
Exactly the way Lyca had earlier.
The similarity was honestly impressive.
"You worked hard."
"...Thank you."
The tips of his ears turned pink.
Instantly.
Lyca stared.
Then immediately pointed.
"Look at his face."
"Shut up."
"You're blushing."
"I'm not."
"You are."
"I'm not."
"You look ridiculous."
Rui looked ready to throw a folder at him.
Instead he crossed his arms and looked away.
Yet somehow he also looked absurdly pleased with himself.
The problem was that once you noticed it, you couldn't stop noticing it.
The little smile he kept trying to hide.
The way his shoulders relaxed.
The fact that he was suddenly in a much better mood.
And honestly?
It was adorable.
You reached up.
Ruffled his hair.
Just once.
Rui made a noise that sounded suspiciously close to a startled squeak.
The room fell silent.
Lyca stared.
You stared.
Rui stared.
Then his entire face turned red.
"Cutie."
"Yes?"
"...Do that again."
Lyca immediately threw a rolled-up paper at his head.
"Have some shame."
And despite Rui's offended complaints and Lyca's relentless teasing, neither of them missed the small smile on your face.
Because as much as they pretended otherwise, both of them liked knowing you noticed the things they did.
One was simply much worse at hiding it than the other.
Could you write the ghouls wanting praises? Like for example mc/ reader praises lyca for something and rui is sitting there waiting for his praise because they did the same thing HAHAHAHA
Don't feel pressured to write!!! Love love🫶
Yes of course!! I love this idea so much lmao. I hope you like it!!
Notice Me Too
Featured ghouls: Lyca Colt and Rui Mizuki
Tags: fuck that reaper curse
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The common room of Obscuary was unusually peaceful.
For once, the captain was nowhere to be found, which meant there were no mysterious appearances from behind couches, no strange comments directed at you, and no random arguments breaking out every ten minutes between him and the others.
Just you, Lyca, and Rui.
The afternoon sunlight filtered through the tall windows, casting warm patches of gold across the room while Lyca sat on the floor beside the coffee table sorting through a pile of documents Rui had dumped on him earlier.
Or rather, attempted to dump on him.
"You mixed up half of them."
"I did not."
"You put these upside down."
"They're papers. Who cares?"
"You should care."
"They still read the same."
"They absolutely do not."
You smiled to yourself from your spot on the couch.
Nothing new.
The two of them had been arguing over the exact same stack of paperwork for nearly twenty minutes.
At some point Rui had wandered off to organize something else while Lyca reluctantly continued sorting.
Which was why you were genuinely surprised when he suddenly shoved a completed pile onto the table.
"There."
You blinked.
"...Already?"
"Yeah."
Rui looked over from across the room.
"Already?"
The disbelief in his voice mirrored your own.
Lyca immediately scowled.
"What?"
"I thought you'd eat them."
"What kind of idiot eats paper?"
Rui opened his mouth.
Closed it.
Then pointed at him.
"You."
Lyca looked genuinely offended.
You laughed.
"Still, that's impressive."
The words slipped out naturally.
You reached over and patted the top of his head before thinking about it.
"Good job, Lyca."
Silence.
The room became suspiciously quiet.
Lyca froze.
Completely.
His hand was still resting on the table.
His shoulders stiffened.
"..."
"..."
"...Lyca?"
His face immediately turned away.
"I'm not a dog."
"I didn't say you were."
"You patted my head."
"You looked proud."
"I wasn't."
"You kind of were."
"I wasn't."
He sounded far less convincing than usual.
Especially because there was the faintest hint of pink spreading across his ears.
You smiled.
Cute.
Across the room, Rui had gone strangely silent.
You didn't notice at first.
Lyca didn't notice at first.
Rui noticed immediately.
Because the blonde was currently staring at the two of you.
Specifically at the way you were smiling at Lyca.
And the way Lyca had received praise.
And the way Lyca had gotten a head pat.
A very important detail.
A critically important detail.
One that Rui couldn't stop thinking about.
You praised him.
And then patted his head.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
Rui looked down at the papers in his own hands.
Then back at Lyca's stack.
Then back at you.
Then back at the papers.
"..."
An idea formed.
A terrible one.
"Cutie."
You looked over.
"Hm?"
Rui suddenly appeared beside the couch.
You had absolutely no idea how he'd crossed the room that quickly.
He placed a second stack of neatly organized documents onto the table.
"Finished."
You blinked.
"Oh."
Then looked down.
Everything was perfectly sorted.
Alphabetized.
Labeled.
Color coded.
Somehow.
"When did you do all this?"
"I was working."
"You've been walking around."
"I can do both."
Honestly, that sounded believable.
Rui never seemed capable of sitting still.
You glanced over the pages.
Then smiled.
"This is really neat."
Rui brightened immediately.
Like a flower receiving sunlight.
"Right?"
"Yeah."
"It took effort."
"I'm sure it did."
"I worked very hard."
Something about his tone made you pause.
Slowly.
Suspiciously.
You looked up.
Rui was smiling.
Very brightly.
Too brightly.
Meanwhile Lyca had already figured out what was happening. "You've got to be kidding me."
Rui ignored him.
"I organized every page."
"You did."
"I even fixed his mistakes."
"Hey."
"I was very helpful."
"You were."
Rui waited.
Nothing happened.
His smile twitched.
You tilted your head.
"...What?"
"Nothing."
"You sound disappointed."
"I'm not."
"You are."
"I'm not."
Lyca suddenly barked out a laugh.
"You want praise."
"I do not."
"You absolutely do."
"I absolutely do not."
"You saw them praise me and now you're jealous."
Rui looked horrified.
"Jealous?"
"Yeah."
"No."
"You're basically begging for it."
"I am not begging."
"You practically wagged your tail."
"I don't have a tail."
The argument continued while realization slowly dawned on you.
Oh.
Oh.
He wanted praise too.
You pressed your lips together.
Trying not to laugh.
Rui immediately noticed.
"Don't laugh."
"I'm trying."
"Don't."
"You made it really obvious."
"I did not."
"You kind of did."
He looked away.
Which, somehow, was confirmation enough.
For someone so outgoing, Rui could be surprisingly easy to read sometimes.
Especially when he wanted something.
You reached out.
Caught his sleeve.
And smiled.
"Good job, Rui."
He froze.
Exactly the way Lyca had earlier.
The similarity was honestly impressive.
"You worked hard."
"...Thank you."
The tips of his ears turned pink.
Instantly.
Lyca stared.
Then immediately pointed.
"Look at his face."
"Shut up."
"You're blushing."
"I'm not."
"You are."
"I'm not."
"You look ridiculous."
Rui looked ready to throw a folder at him.
Instead he crossed his arms and looked away.
Yet somehow he also looked absurdly pleased with himself.
The problem was that once you noticed it, you couldn't stop noticing it.
The little smile he kept trying to hide.
The way his shoulders relaxed.
The fact that he was suddenly in a much better mood.
And honestly?
It was adorable.
You reached up.
Ruffled his hair.
Just once.
Rui made a noise that sounded suspiciously close to a startled squeak.
The room fell silent.
Lyca stared.
You stared.
Rui stared.
Then his entire face turned red.
"Cutie."
"Yes?"
"...Do that again."
Lyca immediately threw a rolled-up paper at his head.
"Have some shame."
And despite Rui's offended complaints and Lyca's relentless teasing, neither of them missed the small smile on your face.
Because as much as they pretended otherwise, both of them liked knowing you noticed the things they did.
One was simply much worse at hiding it than the other.
Mine ehehe and it's OBVIOUS: Marry my pretty princess Sho, fuck Jiro and Kill Romeo (Romeo fans, pls don't come at me, I just can't stand his personality..)
