𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒.
( yan dating sim! twisted wonderland x reader ) part two to this fic.
⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ 𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗬, you awake in the otome game ‘twisted hearts’ as a run-out-of-the-mill side character. no worries, the love interests are already after yuu. you just gotta stay out of it all, right?
• ♡ After your hapless incident and subsequently, much to your chagrin, you wind up in the infirmary (because downing ten cups of tea was apparently not ideal when you have a concussion). Kalim makes a bid to visit you every now and then, but even he's prone to mistake of forgetting, or being dissuaded from it by the dark-haired fellow always accompanying him. You don’t speak much, and rarely offer any acknowledgments aside from the few meant to show respect to the housewarden.
♡ In the game, from what you remember, Kalim was the clingy sort of love interest and seldom left Yuu’s side. Strangely so, he’s never brought up the prefect during his sojourns, even though you expected such ramblings most out of him. You don’t pry further, for it eventually becomes clear he too is not unaffected by the sound of Yuu’s voice drifting from the halls, brightening his face tenfold. You lament on your circumstances, but you’d be a fool to reject free food, so you let him hang around for the sake of it.
♡ Eventually, free food turns into free trinkets, and free trinkets turn into free jewellery alltogether. By the time the nurse twists around the corner, you’re already swimming on a gold heap, and if said nurse tries to tell the pair to leave, the white-haired male overextends his eyes and sags so much to the point he’s compelled into letting them stay. You don’t mind company, but you’re certain you somehow blathered about your loneliness when tea-drunk, and now this boy’s determined to keep you away from such thoughts.
“I brought you tea!”
You eye the swirl of warm brown before letting your head dip in craven refusal. “No.”
“Huh?” Red, befuddled irises peer at the sides of your face, and the snow-white puffs effused from the drink seperate your expression from his. You’ve been in the same position since your arrival and it’s starting to keep him on pins and needles.
“I was told, very clearly, that ten cups of tea was the problem.” You supply helpfully.
“Oh!” His eyes peak up to his brows. This guy... “Then this is perfect, it’s only one!”
“That’s not— that’s not how that works.”
“Isn’t it?”
“No.”
“…Oh.”
♡ That’s how your day goes. If not for Jamil dragging the boy out, you’re certain he would’ve tried to take up residence beside you. Of course, that goes to say your endeavours of trying to be unnoticeable and ordinary are rewarded by said boy with an almost judgmental mien, and though that often sends your self esteem to rack and ruin you almost feel a twinge of relief. Relief means things are still working, and that Kalim’s pursuit is nothing but a product of flimsy luck.
♡ You think his suspicion’s aroused by the fact Kalim’s activity has spiked and for such a small reason at that. Or perhaps the boy’s just frazzled since he’s compelled into dropping by as well and listening to a very one-sided conversation, with your only replies being ‘Hm’ and ‘Nice’. Still, you know he’s already decided on something when he looks at you with those lined eyes.. speaking like he’s setting out early lies and early traps. Unbeknownst to him, you’ve played his route ten times.
“You’re very quiet.”
Suddenly, you find the ceiling very interesting. “.. And so I’ve been told.”
“I imagine it must do you well,” Seeing a character on a screen is one thing, seeing them ponder and stare at you in real time is entirely another. Jamil sighs through his nose in Kalim’s absence, letting his brows pinch towards you. “Less attention.. less worries. Kalim’s not too keen on moderation, that habit of his always tends to escalate. I’m surprised you’re not bothered by it... Why?”
You flick your nails, and a bracelet rattles against skin. “You talk about him a lot.”
“I don’t think it’d end well if I left him unattended.”
“That sounds exhausting.”
After an almost devastating pause, he answers, veneer ruffled and already having accepted everything all at once. “... It is.” Long tresses sway to the side when he shakes his head. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“What question?”
“Why’re you not bothered?”
Lame. With an expulsion of irritated air, you flop back down on the sheets and get all comfy. “I hit my head. Must’ve messed up my brain.”
Air whistles through his teeth, and you don’t stay awake long enough to gauge if it’s a chuckle.
♡ Phew! You survive the infirmary and are allowed to attend your classes once more, believing firmly that all the trouble of socializing has been lifted off of you (just like old times). Unfortunately, your grades have completely dropped, because of.... welll, you give Professor Crewel the excuse of hitting your head and forgetting all the basics of potionology. He tuts, but surprisingly lets you go, only after ascertaining you’ll be informed over what you missed by someone with higher command over the subject. You don’t mull over it, hoping it’ll only be a random guy from Pomefiore and not another lovesick scrub.
♡ Feeling like a husband returning from war, you pass by a route leading from somewhere to nowhere and ultimately end up in the room of the mountain lovers. Let’s just say, Jade seems to be rather confused when you walk in donning more accessories (which’s really just glitter and gold) than you left with — but there comes that glint in his eye and he assures you just how reminiscent he was rendered in your absence.
♡ Only a formality, of course, because the new onslaught of wilderness flooding the room has you thinking otherwise. He seemed to be enjoying himself. (Hmm... still, the space is filled with photographs you and him took on your excursions. And hey, the bastard even kept the one of you mid-slip over a patch of mushrooms!)
“Oh, I was inconsolable,” As he’s mid-speech over your disappearance, he places a gloved hand on his woebegone heart and lets a crocodile tear cascade. “You simply have no idea how frazzled you left me.”
“You know, you should definitely try out acting after this college thing.”
“...How unkind,” he murmurs, tone lilting with something amused. “To dismiss my sincerity so readily.”
“You don’t have any.”
“Mm. A tragic flaw, I’m sure.”
“…Did you take all of these?” you change the subject, a photograph slipping between your fingers. Jade doesn’t look at it.
“Of course.”
“I don’t remember half of them.”
“I wouldn’t expect you to.”
“I look like I’m about to die.”
“Yes,” Jade agrees lightly. “But believe me, that’s part of the charm.”
Whatever that means.
♡ You both eventually get to exploring the mountains once more, and everyday there’s a new hellhole waiting for you. And by hellhole, you’re referring to the fact Jade’s ‘candid photo’ collection of you keeps on flourishing. When you threaten to quit over it, he simply bestows that signature soft chuckle on you and muses over your tone. Other times you lament over how awful you look in them, and most times, he offers you cryptic praises. You, crouched by a stream, looking over your shoulder. Laughing at something that isn’t there anymore. The lighting’s wrong for the time you think it should’ve been taken.
“…Jade.”
“Yes?”
“…When was this?”
“Oh, I couldn’t possibly recall every little detail,” he says lightly, stepping closer, eyes landing on the tapestry of dull colours before him. “They all blend together eventually, don’t they? Moments are such fragile things.”
You give him a side-eye, and his smile grows.
“But,” he cuts in gently before you blow a gasket, plucking the photograph straight from your hands, “I do remember how pleasant it was.”
This guy still doesn’t know your name.
♡ When you wobble your way back to Scarabia, you’re met with a rather pleasant sight. And unfortunately, pleasant only in the visual sense and not by comportment. Vil, perhaps one fo the love interests you’ve dreaded meeting ever since your arrival here, eyes you the moment you materialize in smears of encrusted topsoil and leafy aromas (a result of yet another fall you took. Jade, now, probably has a million shots of that). Turns out that tutor Crewel was referring to is the pretty boy poised in front of you, the fairness of his skin pinched by disgust. You’re ready to make a beeline towards the nearest exit — because surely he’d let you leave —
♡ But he’s just as agile as he’s stubborn. Mimicking your prowess for vanishing, he appears in front of you and proceeds to stare at you for what feels like an eternity.
“…How,” Vil says slowly with a voice twice as sharp as him, “have you managed to reduce yourself to this state in broad daylight?”
While you’re thinking of where to start, Vil seems preoccupied with taking apart your appearance. “... Don’t answer that. You’re scratched and filthy.”
When he tilts your chin up, you stay taut like a deer caught in headlights. Or, for the lack of a better word, straight into the fire.
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. @sincerelyruu @tsubito @jokesterreality @gloomuraaii @eepydeepysleepy66
