oh myg GOD jade leech mischaracterization needs to be studied
1. please flanderizing his obsession with mushrooms!!
it’s canon that before mushrooms he was super into manholes (?) stated in his platinum wear ssr vignette, and the mushroom obsession will pass eventually 🥲
he also doesn’t yap and think about mushrooms and botany all the time! yes he’s super into it but he’s not gonna drag everyone’s ear to talk about it
2. which leads to my other point that any memorabilia that he would give to people would NOT be mushroom related
no, he will not make you a mushroom keychain friendship bracelet
no, he will not propose to you with a mushroom engagement ring
no, he will not gift you a fucking mushroom every time you meet him on a special occasion
jade is a very observant person, if he truly cares about you, he will go into the efforts of gifting you something that is perfectly catered to your tastes and wants. he’d remember things you want and like to the point where it might be borderline creepy, but it still goes against the fact that he’d give you mushroom paraphernalia
3. HES NOT A SOCIOPATHIC SADISTIC MASOCHISTIC FREAK OMFG
YES he easily gets bored YES he MAY have SOME sadistic tendencies much like floyd but NO he will not go into fucking heat seeing you squirm in fear 🥲🥲 the stereotype is funny but please stop watering him down to some freak
Yes he thinks it’s fun teasing and toying with people but (this applies to BOTH OF THE TWINS) they still recognize them are (mer)people and they don’t go against boundaries to like visibly and purposefully go against their boundaries— they both hold some level of distance and respect omfg how do you guys think the twins managed to be friends with azul for so long
yea when they were kids jade and floyd maybe poked fun a lil at azul’s chubbiness but it wasn’t borderline bullying to the point where he might’ve been uncomfortable and hurt, which is what azul literally experienced with others in his childhood making him want to go ahead of everyone else leading to his his fucking overblot 😭😭😭😭 if azul can see the difference between bullying and slight teasing jade and floyd did then YOU should be able to see that because the way some of you guys write the twins to be borderline bullies is concerning
People get freaked out by them but that’s literally before they even do anything, it’s just due to their tall stature and scary demeanour 😔😔😔
TD;DR jade isn’t some mushroom obsessed yandere freak 🥀 thanks for coming to my ted talk
synopsis: hanahaki + the second years. you don't like them back.
WHAT IS HANAKI? a fictional disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. It ends when the beloved returns their feelings (romantic love only; strong friendship is not enough), or when the victim dies. This problem can also be solved if the victim goes through surgery, but since the disease is caused by a grief of such a strong emotion, love, the patient will lose all ability to feel.
riddle
riddle grew up alone, mostly. every time he seeked for comfort, for company, it’ll fall apart. it would always go wrong, he’d lose everything the moment he got too greedy.
riddle still struggled to properly face trey and chen’ya after all those years, even if he got better with it. it was too embarrassing, too lame. he felt like a loser. a sore loser who deserved nothing. oh sevens, did the world have something against him?
things were looking on the bright side. he was out of his mother’s furious grip, he has more freedom than he ever did (even if he goes by strict rules) he could make as many friends as he liked and hang out with them as much as he liked.
he still preferred being private, however. he liked his friends, you included. they were more understanding of him than any other member of the school. although he’d twist and turn in bed when he thinks back to his overblot (how embarrassing of me! he thinks) he would still much prefer being with those who accepted him a long time ago.
you weren’t too big on sweets. you liked them, sure, but the more you ate the more your mouth felt itchy. knowing riddle’s sweet tooth, sometimes, you’d secretly pass your unfinished slice of cake or unfinished strawberry tart to him. riddle rosehearts, the strict, germaphobic, lowkey a dictator, heartily took it,
if it were anyone else, he’d just stare at them in disbelief. but the thought that you bit into the very sweet treat, it threw him over the moon. he’d read of indirect kisses before, in cheesy romances he read in his spare time. he doesn’t know if this is actually an indirect kiss, but don’t make fun of him, he’s still learning!
riddle has a lot of firsts, like the first time he tried that strawberry tart, or the first time he learned that playing with friends is fun, or the first time he ever overblotted, or the first time he fell in love.
you were his first love.
he turns red when alone, imagining your face and your laughter and your joy. your silly mishaps that he has no heart on lecturing you over, or your inability to understand some of the assignments. he finds all aspects of you cute— wonderful? he doesn’t know how to describe what he’d feeling, but it gets him all giddy.
he’s frustrated often, the way he started blushing violently when you ever get in close contact with him and how you always, always seem to be unaware of this. oblivion would send you to hell.
he’s been feeling quite nauseous lately, probably because of his failed attempts of clumsily sending you signals about how he feels.
it was to a point where he threw up… petals? petals…??????? oh my god, he’s throwing up petals!!!
riddle distinctively remembers reading about this during his first year, a disease of romance, love, and failure.
his heart sinks. maybe that’s why you failed to notice.
things never go his way, riddle thinks. he’s always feeling alone. every time he gets greedy for comfort, he loses it at the highest point of his life. when things are getting better, it takes turns for the worse. that’s why riddle likes to follow the rules.
by his third year, riddle’s back to being his strict, controlling prefect. except something’s different, he’s not as angry anymore.
that’s to be expected, though. ever since the surgery, riddle has never been the same.
ruggie
He has grown up to treasure everything he has.
ruggie isn’t as financially stable as others, he wasn’t lucky to be fortunate enough to get what he wants, whenever he wants.
So when he does get what he wants, ruggie makes sure to keep it close to his heart like it means everything. Most of the time, it does mean everything, all of it. his life.
he hardly gives away his things (please don’t mention the kids at the slums, he’ll turn awfully shy.) and takes anything he’s given.
when you would give him the tiniest amount of food, he’d gladly snatch it from your hands and walk away snickering.
easy target for food is what you are, he thinks.
most of the time, when people give things away to him, ruggie just assumes that it’s unwanted. he’d take leftovers no problem. it’s only when you’d constantly hand things to him, always have something to give him and remember he exists, does he think you’re odd. I mean, he’s fine with taking the forgotten leftovers, but what could he possibly do when you don’t forget him?
watch ruggie clumsily fiddle around with his fingers, scanning the area for your presence. he has learned to not worry, as you always manage to come find him everyday without fail. he feels noticed.
he starts to crave for that attention.
ruggie treasures things. he keeps them close in his heart very carefully. but what would he do when you steal his heart instead? where can he hide all the things that mean everything to him?
somehow, he doesn’t mind. he wants you to see him more, ruggie bucchi, his true self.
the crave he has for your is for some odd reason, unmet. you’re oblivious to his shy antics, the way his ears turn flat when you walk away or the way he holds onto the hem of your shirt just for a second longer.
notice him.
notice him.
notice him.
when you see the way he unconsciously covers his mouth whenever you meet eyes with him, or the how he’s constantly going to the infirmary, will you finally notice him?
there’s a trail of your favourite flowers.
ruggie bucchi keeps all the special things close to his heart. when you take his heart away, how else can he express his pathetic, unrequited love? by coughing up a disease ruggie would’ve called embarrassing and shameful if it weren’t for you.
azul
azul is sensitive. he notices things way too easily. the tiny, insignificant details of someone and how they react, he will notice. that is how azul finds out how a person truly feels about him.
even if azul and that other person were considered close friends, azul would still notice the tiny little details that make him unlikable to them even just a little. it’s been a habit for as long as he could remember.
everyone always had something they disliked about azul. it was fine with him, that was normal. everyone dislikes everyone about anything. it’s not like it deters long lasting relationships. azul shrugs it off, it doesn’t bother him. it’s comforting, even, knowing what people think about him.
so it was obvious to say it was near-horrid when no matter how much time azul spent time with you, he could not spot anything off about you, anything that said you didn’t like him.
as much as azul notices how people act around him, he also notices other people. he knows all their flaws, their good sides and their bad sides. even if he couldn’t read your thoughts about him at all, he still expected to see something out of the norm about you, a bad trait, something that made you human.
to him, you had none.
were you god? how come you were near-perfect in his eyes? during cold months, the tips of your nose and ears would flush pink like a cute plum while azul turned embarrassingly pink. he thought it was ugly and didn’t make him look good, but there nothing to prove that you thought the same. he couldn’t tell anything about you at all.
you were like a confusing puzzle piece to him. unsolvable, unreadable, flawless. perfect.
it took a while to adjust, but his unwavering respect for you turned into wavering thumps of his heart and dodging eyes. maybe you weren’t perfect after all, maybe azul just likes you.
the terrible urge to impress you grew stronger everyday.
he wanted to look as perfect as you did to him.
how can he possibly ever look perfect,
when he is sick?
hovered over the toilet, azul clutched his chest as petals slid out of his mouth as if it were apart of him. well, it is apart of him, I guess. his love for you is one with him after all.
azul is sensitive, but he tries not to show it. not only is he good at catching the little things, he’s quick to anger or get hurt. the best he can do is hide them. so he hides the feeble emotion he calls love and comes back after winter break just as the same. he’s dutiful and runs his business like he normally would, and still hangs out with you time to time. he just feels more… empty? you’ll never know why he seems to be this way, no one really knows about the surgery.
jade
jade leech is often avoided by many people.
people find him creepy, odd, off-putting, unnerving… and more comments he hasn’t bothered to find out about.
those names don’t really bother him. in fact, he enjoys it. he loves watching people squirm in fear over something he says out of the blue. It’s exciting to watch a person try to decide if they should run away or not, unaware of jade’s capabilities.
he’s used to people avoiding him. for the sacrifice of entertainment, he isn’t all that popular. jade leech is used to it.
you were different, however.
your simply didn’t find him creepy. anything he said that was weird, you’d laugh it off and say something weird back too. jade’s height, creepy smile or the way he talks, it doesn’t seem to throw you off at all. you’d smile and wave at him when no one else dared to, you’d easily graze your skin against his and pay no mind, you’d approach him without second thoughts. It was like mutual trust, something jade has learned is difficult to find when you’re him.
so you meant everything. you were just as new and exciting, a pleasant surprise from the predicted fear everyone else has. you made him feel… seen for the first time in his life.
soon, everything you did was like a horror movie (weird analogy, I know. but it’s jade leech we’re talking about!) the intensity of when the killer would approach, or when the character is alone and vulnerable, his heart pumps like wildfire as he watches expectantly to see what the new surprise would be. his favourite feeling was when the victim would die or escape, the tightening in his chest releasing as he excitedly watches what would happen next. that was you. you were his favourite feeling.
he loves the way your eyebrows moved in expression when you talked, he loved when you sneezed and looked around expecting a “bless you,” he loved the odd ways you attempted to hold your mug comfortably and most of all, he loved you. he love you very, very much.
jade leech is used to all kinds of things. he’s used to people avoiding him, he’s used to his brother’s tendencies to groan and complain at everything, he’s used to azul’s creepy capitalist tactics.
what he’s not used to, however, are the bubbly, excited emotions he feels when he gets to experiment with his beloved mushrooms, the way you took over his thoughts like the plague and most of all, he wasn’t used to the flowers spilling out of his mouth.
this was odd, per say. jade knew of the hanahaki disease. he knew of all the downsides of it. but he never worried, because, how could he, jade fucking leech, ever love someone so pathetically?
he hoped that you’d love him back too. he oh-so deeply wished he was just as new and exciting to you as you were to him.
the blood meticulously dripped amongst his fingers, flower petals sticking to it alike. he laughed at himself. he’s always imagined that if he’d ever possibly get this disease, it’ll be flowers related to the water like lotuses or water lilies. he never thought he’d start coughing up such pathetic land-dweller flowers.
it was fine, though. jade would get used to it, eventually.
because after all, he’d rather die than stop loving you.
floyd
floyd is scary, he knows that. He’s quick to anger, moody, tall and intimidating. He’s doesn’t really care, though. He just does what he wants. He doesn’t think it’s that big of a deal.
he likes fun surprises, something new, exciting. he thinks you meet that of that.
you’re not as scared as others, you respond to his pranks and squeezes positively, you respect his mood swings and he even caught a few glimpses of you defending floyd. he thinks you’re so cute!
it’s not odd to talk about the leech twins without mentioning you. floyd follows you every and jade just goes wherever floyd goes. it’s like a little trio.
others when he gets upset, return his squeezes (hesitatingly…he hugs tight!) and find him rather silly than scary.
jade thinks you were almost made for floyd, considering how well you two get along. although jade has been with floyd the longest, he can only tolerate to a certain. for you, however, it seemed to go endless. you were so much more patient with floyd then with anyone else. although floyd made be subtle about it, he’s grateful.
floyd adored you. you were everything he loves, for he loves you.
loved you.
loved? (love)
floyd started to ignore you. you’d tilt your head in confusion— you were upset. why would your best friend suddenly act like you weren’t even there? he wouldn’t even get mad, he’d just turn the other way.
it was only so long ago when floyd was hunched over in his bed from a terrible stomach ache. jade was horribly surprised to see bloody petals staining floyd’s bedsheets.
floyd never bothered with these things. for the first time in a while, he read a book out of his own volition to figure out what it was, only to rip the pages apart when he read what hanahaki was.
childishly declaring that he loves you no more, floyd would stay away from you like the plague, whilst secretly filling his system with flowers that will kill him for ever loving someone so deeply.
floyd is gonna disappear from your life completely eventually. you’d wonder what caused your best friend to suddenly hate you, while his family mourns over the loss of a loved one, as floyd refused treatment, because he foolishly decided to love you one day.
kalim
kalim grew up very sheltered in a loving family. The only concept of love he has is of his parents, who hold hands tightly and gush over the cutest things. they often warn him of the danger of love, and that he must be careful about the person he wants to spend the rest of his life with.
kalim, although clumsy and stupid, always kept that in the back of his mind.
you were like a breath of fresh morning air. growing up knowing very little, you were the newest, most brightest experience there was. kalim was sure you were the one. he was completely sure, why else would his heart thump so fast?
he’d hug you and hold your hand, give you gifts you could never even imagine having and tell you how much he appreciates you.
kalim hasn’t gone around to mouthing the word “love” yet, but he knows that you know anyway.
so when he started coughing up petals, jamil was quick to inform the al-asim family. kalim was confused, he didn’t understand. this love wasn’t unrequited, there was no way!
it doesn’t matter, though. he’s gonna continue loving you, you and him are gonna be happy together someday, eventually. maybe not in this universe.
kalim woke up in a hospital bed, his heart heavy.
he loves you. but he forgot what that feels like. he loved you. somehow.
jamil
jamil is smart. he’s smart and knows his worth. this is why he hates being in second, he knows he deserves so much more.
why does he always to have do worse than kalim? why does he always have to be second place? jamil is smart enough to know his potential. he also knows how much he’s holding himself back for the sake of hierarchy. he hates it.
it’s not a surprise when jamil finds himself unconsciously doing slower than certain people to appear normal. his main purpose in life is to not stand out, hide in the shadows, survive. like predator hiding from prey because if found, it will be caught by the silly humans.
you’re completely different from him, though. you’re as normal as a person can be, yet you aim to reach for the stars and hold it close to your heart. jamil understands your desire to outshine people all to well. he’s been in that spot, is in that spot. he pities you.
so he sticks around. he’d casually follow you, hang out whenever he can, help you with assignments so you can be the best version of yourself. he’s voraciously living through you. if you achieve your goals, that’s enough for him. at least he was apart of something meaningful for once.
it catches him off guard, however, when you encourage him to reach for his goals as well. it’s like you’re holding his hand and pull him amongst the galaxies to gently place your hands onto the hot touch of a star.
he knows that’s near impossible to reach, from the moment he was born, his life was chosen for him. but he thinks he could reach the small goals.
jamil secretly pats himself on the back for grazing against your skin for a second longer than usual, treat you to a nice meal or help you ace a test. he hopes that at least one of the goals he could reach in this lifetime is to be with you.
jamil is smart enough to know that he’s not just sick. not when blood trails down his chin to his arms, as flowers spill from inside him.
he thought that maybe, just maybe, he could have something for himself for once. not hold himself back, grasp tightly to what he wants the most.
jamil is smart enough to know his own worth. he’s definitely not worth enough to you.
silver
silver likes the little things. he enjoys the way birds chirp in the early morning, or the way the dandelion petals flow against the wind as he watches you scrunch your nose and blow on it. and then both of you guys start sneezing. ah, summer pollen, a reminiscent part of nature.
he loves the way you hold your pencil, the way you like to tie your shoelaces, how you cut your sandwiches. these small, unnoticeable traits catch his eye quite often, and he’s developed a fondness for them.
he’s a man of little words. silver doesn’t talk much, so when he thinks of these things, he never says it out loud. maybe that’s why it took you so long to notice how he felt about you.
he was so calming, and so gentle, it tugged at your heart when he’d smile softly and tilt his head ever so slightly so the cute birds could carefully place a beautiful flower crown on his head. he’s so princely, you think. a perfect knight in shining armour, loved even by the nature.
often you’d tell him how lucky any girl would be to be loved by him. your comments made silver hopeful.
silver is a man of little words, he likes to spend his days watching rather than showing. when he does finally speak his true thoughts, he genuine, honest. his words roll off his tongue so easily and smoothly, perfect fit for such a princely man (as you call him)
so when silver does finally open his mouth to speak, talk, say of what he felt in that very moment, he throat closed up. maybe he was nervous, maybe he was lame, because to both of your guy’s horror, blood spilled.
he didn’t really know what was happening. only when he felt the urge to throw up in the infirmary did he realize what was going on.
he was familiar with hanahaki. his father always told him stories of how fae would love so strongly to humans who hated them, that those who were unlucky would be induced to vomiting flowers.
when silver thought he was fae, just like his sweet old father, silver swore to himself that he’ll never love a human. now that he knows that he is, in fact, human, silver starts to doubt himself. maybe is, in a way, a fae.
it’s alright, though. silver is man of few words. he likes to watch rather than show. he doesn’t mind what could happen to him, he won’t tell anyone. he’ll just watch you from afar, filling his heart with melancholy love until he reaches his end. which might be soon, for he loves you so strongly.
this is also from my old acc, this was a req but i rlly liked wriitng it yayy (I literally named this doc 'what the flip' and i opened it by an off chance, i totally forgot about it lol)
synopsis: azul likes you. and he’s been trying to ask you out for a while.
a/n: okay guys im not dead wtf. posting this fic to prove i didn’t kms 💀💀
azul had only three goals in mind: prove his bullies wrong, become rich and die rich.
his love life was the least of his worries. he’d probably swoon over some wealthy girl and marry her for connections. done deal. nothing much to think about.
azul thought about the huge house he’ll eventually own. he even has the measurements and everything down in his head.
everything would be at the grasp of his hands. no children, absolutely not. everything would be perfectly spread out just for him. he’d die on his deathbed with a huge grin on his face, knowing he’d only get the best even after he has left the world of the living. perfect.
so sometimes, he’d find himself wondering why he would be in a dazed state, daydreaming about a modest, happy future with you.
everything was laid out. his entire future was laid out. then suddenly, you decided to waltz into his life, and all he thinks about is you. waking up, he’s wondering if you’re sleeping in. or when he’s eating, he’d be trying to guess what you’d be buying to see if he actually knows your tastes. or during work, gazing around mostro lounge, seeing if you’d decided to take a visit to his beloved café.
ugh, it infuriated him.
sometimes, it would go as far as thoughts of marriage, which completely ruined him.
see, the thing is, he hasn't even asked you out. you and azul were not at all close intimately in any way. friends? sure. but not close like that.
so why was his mind leaping so far? did he really want to have such a commitment with you? after all these years of obsessing over his future?
he wanted to live such a luxurious life of power and money. so everything he’s done to build all the way up here seems to tumble down when in his head, azul seemed to feel much happier in a modest life with you. he felt his heart warm at the thought of being beside you even in his death.
he hasn’t daydreamed this much since middle school, when he’s had violent thoughts about ruining anyone who’s bullied him.
so, after much contemplation, he decided to confess.
the first time, he decided it was going to be simple. he was gonna hand you a bouquet of flowers afterschool, and ask if he could court you. simple enough, right? he’s look clean and awesome.
but when the time finally arrived, he found himself to have cold feet.
yes, he’d have the comfort of knowing he would have composure, but what if you reject him? then can he keep going on with the calm, collected manner? would you think a simple bouquet of flowers would be too little?
fortunately for you, you ended up having a pretty vase of flowers. unfortunately for azul, you wouldn’t know who it came from.
the second time, azul went on full glam.
it’s be an incredibly romantic setting. It's just you and azul, chatting away after hours of mostro lunge and you’d fall right into his trap of charms, and just when you’re feeling him, he’d confess. so while you have a good impression of him, would you receive a confession from him.
fancy food, calm, quiet setting.
azul was so sure he’d be able to do this that he even let jade and floyd intervene and help out.
yet when you and azul were talking, he found himself stuttering, quite a hot mess.
although you seemed quite confused and calm, azul was in a nervous state.
he’d start overthinking again, his head wandering off to merry land, thinking about the possible results of this confession. perhaps this was too excessive? Maybe the simple bouquet of flowers from before would’ve been better. you seemed to have enjoyed them.
no! azul already got this far, he has to do this!
“so, uhm… prefect…” azul behind, breathing in deeply.
you turned to look, and blinked at him. “yeah?”
…fuck.
it was like you wanted him to fail, batting your eyelashes (you literally just blinked) and looking so cute in front of him (you just inhaled a shit ton of free food)
“a-ah… is there anything else you want? I’m feeling quite generous.”
azul wanted to sprint out. he messed up again! It seems that the words “i like you” weren’t coming out of his mouth anytime soon.
you frowned. “really? you really don’t have it out for me?”
azul shook his head, and smiled. “you can trust me.”
you shrugged. “oh well. whatever debt I have to pay will be something future me can deal with.” you flapped the menu open.
It took quite a bit of convincing for the twins to drag you here, since you were suspicious as to why azul wanted to suddenly meet you, offering free food out of nowhere. azul was wasting all of it.
the twins will never let him see the end of it.
…and never seeing the end of it was he right.
even after such a mess up, predictably, the twins kept teasing azul about it. they’d even use it against him sometimes.
“ah…you’re making us do all of this when you helped you prepare a confession for the prefect and you didn’t even confess… and wasted our time…sigh….”
it was horrible down here with jade and floyd.
if he… possibly tried confessing to you again… would they stop?
although it seemed azul was in the dumps of announcing his love for you, it made him think about it again. freedom… from the twins… is this what heaven is like?
it wasn’t like azul completely stopped thinking of you, in fact, you appeared in his thoughts even more now, which seemed impossible already but who’s to tell?
you slowly consumed his mind, it drove azul insane. what’s even worse is that you’re completely blind to it, so he can’t even go to you for comfort from this madness.
it’s technically your fault, and also not your fault at the same time!
the days went by, and azul couldn’t tolerate it any longer.
yes, he wanted to appear as awesome and composed as he could in front of you, but you were driving him nuts without trying— azul just liked you so much. He couldn’t just hold inside him, of course he would go mad!
and anyways, third times the charm, right?
however, for the unlucky octopus, he just can’t seemed to find the right time. you were constantly surrounded by people, and if you were, for the rare occasion, alone, azul would freeze up at the unexpected chance.
this crush on you got even worse as well, turning more red by the second, compared to his slight discomfort from his early days.
he was already imagining a relationship with you, embarrassingly giggling to himself like a little girl with his eyes closed in bed. it was starting to take a toll on him when his head wandered astray to thoughts of marriage… it was like the world slapped him in the face as if to say hey! your life plans are totally going down the drain because you are pathetically in love!
he's spent many days mumbling to himself like crazy. stuck to be a paranoid businessman, considering every possibility and outcome he might receive if he ever told you his feelings, especially if you were to reject him. his eyes burned from being unable to sleep at night from overthinking and the stacks of papers he had to get through because he lost track of his focus thinking of you.
now you were ruining his life.
and what were you doing? nothing.
it's like whenever you were bored, you decided to prance around the daises of his life; an unstoppable force, preventing azul from functioning normally.
this isn't like him.
"this isn't like you." said jade, leaning towards azul so that he could hear jade's hushed voice over the chatty crowds of the mostro lounge. "you're not still stuck on about the whole prefect thing, are you?"
azul sighed. "admittedly, i am." he took off his glasses and massaged his temple. "i have barely gotten any work done. what is wrong with me?"
jade chuckled. "why are you so worried? honestly, you should just walk up to them and ask. that's what i would do."
"i'm not you, jade" azul groaned. “I can’t just confidently stride to them and ask them out.”
“well of course you can’t!”
“ouch.”
“my apologies. let me reword that. you can’t do that because you’re not me. how about you do it in a way that doesn’t make you look so cool? after all, you’re quite the opposite of that. wouldn’t the truth be more endearing?”
still… ouch. but it wasn’t like jade was wrong. azul is, unfortunately, far from cool. Even though that is what he likes to display.
“and what if the prefect says yes after you ask them out with that mask of yours? are you going to keep pretending until they get sick of you?”
azul couldn’t reply. what could he say?
“just be normal. after all, i couldn’t stand to watch you like this after you made me and floyd do all that work and was still incapable of asking them out. do you know how difficult it was for me to drag the prefect here? uhehehehehe.” jade wiped away a fake tear.
azul just groaned and walked away.
a little frustrated, a little annoyed, his courage seemed to have broken the roof when he saw you walk in with grim, bickering about who knows what.
he thought back to his daydreams. the images of you smiling, holding hands, soft kisses in secret, his heart was not well.
he slowly dug deep into his head to take out a precious daydream of his;
nothing special,
it was you slowly mouthing the words “I. Love. You.” to him.
“prefect,” azul said, tapping your shoulder.
you gave your full attention to him, happily. “what’s up azul?”
“I like you. would you allow me to take you out on a date?”
a/n hi guys.. shoujo bf is coming im serious pls b patient w me 💀💀
here lies your shoujou boyfriend pt2 rest in peace../j
OKAY GUYS STIP DISSINF ME!!! school is hard i think im failing wtf i hate math… anyways I have 4 characters done and if you guys really really want it I can post the first four and the other four second years would be posted at a later date
i have riddle, ruggie, azul and jade done
floyd, jamil, kalim and silver are to be done… kinda stuck on floyd that’s why it’s taking so long
feel free to comment if you’d like the first four or not, I just thought you guys would prefer to have them all in one post so…
Hey, I’m uncertain if it was your intent or not, but prologue means that is occurs before and epilogue is occurs after. I could be entirely off base and you’re intending to write something occurring before the story for your transmigration work, but based on how you’ve ordered things, an epilogue seems more likely.
okg wait ur right 😭😭😭 this is so embrassing for me sorry i’ve been pulling all nighters 4 nights straight a week
author’s note: LAST PART!!! WOOO!!!! thanks 2 everyone who read all this way and gave this fic a chance!!
[one] [two] [three] [four] [epilogue]
the dream was hazy, and you couldn’t seem to grasp exactly what happened. you just knew that you weren’t ‘home’ (whatever that means) and that you were in love. you kind of longed for that feeling of love, actually. it was sweet and lovely.
the morning you woke up, you opened your phone to see a novel you were reading. except it was deleted. you don’t even remember what it was even about so you just shrugged and closed the app.
while you were getting ready for the day, you felt a heavy pang in your chest. i probably didn’t sleep very well you thought as you placed your hand over your heart. you oddly felt… sad? you wondered why.
this feeling stuck with you the entire day as you ate, as you talked with friends, as you did your chores. just how bad was your sleep?!
you felt all bothered and upset until the evening, when you decided that was enough and you stomped out for a convenience store run— you needed some snack and a good novel. this was about time you fully relaxed.
as you entered the convenience store, you felt a slight wave of relief. yeah, you definitely needed a sweet treat.
browsing the shelves you saw a bag of your favorite chips sitting patiently, waiting for you to pick it up. it was the last one on the shelf, how lucky!
you reached to grab for it when another hand reached for it as well, swiping the bag first.
you turned to see a guy with long brown hair, two braids gently sitting atop of his shoulders.
“watch it.” he sneered, his green eyes glaring at you.
he walked away with the bag of chips.
what the hell dude?!
in a fit of rage, you took whatever bag of chips was nearby and checked out. that sad, tangy feeling inside of you completely cleared in a blind fury. that guy just had to ruin an already bad day!
as you stepped outside, you had to pause for a second. out of all days, it decided to rain today?!
the past few weeks your neighbourhood was in a major heatwave, the sun shining brightly and the weather hot as day. the rain was pouring especially heavy to make up for the strong heat.
you groaned as you watched a few splashes of rain droplets land on your shoes.
suddenly, you felt a cover over your head. you looked up to see an umbrella. the person that was holding the umbrella over you was the guy who literally stole the bag of chips you wanted earlier.
your anger suddenly seemed to dissolve.
“this is for the bag of chips.” he said nonchalantly, shoving the handle into your hands. then he walked out with his own umbrella.
he dropped a receipt behind him as he left. you picked it up and read the contents; he bought the bag of chips and two umbrellas.
you saw his name at the very top of the paper.
leona kingscholar.
the end…?
a.n: thank u for reading all the way to the end (especially those who kept up with the fic from day 1 lmfaooo) and i hope everyone solves their transmigration conundrums!!
Hey, since the change, I can't seem to use the links. If you could update them, that would be awesome
what rlly 😭😭😭 i think the links r fine now since i relinked them a sec ago !!! if it rlly doesn’t work i might need to remake them.. sorry for the turbulence LOL
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