As per my comment I felt the need to analyze this more so of course this is Zenjis vday outfit hence all the hearts and flowers and most likely a chocolate bath of some type??
Anyway the anatomy here has probably bothered a few people so I've taken a swing at figuring it out!
First thing we need to see is what is he in? My guess is a heart shaped bathtub, you'll see here in my addition I did a quick mockup
The heart shape would support where he's sitting and his back so it's highly likely that's the case. As for his pose here I think the liquid is playing tricks on us. See below
The green is the main body outline and the pink is for major joints.
I think it's a lot of foreshortening on his body too. But I used the curves of the suit to try and find the end of his pecs and from there the measurements only add up if foreshortened.
All in all I think it's just the angles giving our brains a hard time. It would help if it was zoomed out more tbh and we could see the other leg which I just approximated it's whereabouts cause I didn't like it without the other one lmao.
My anatomy is not perfect trust me but waaaaaay back in the day I was one of those teens on deviant art that spent hours in mspaint making bases out of popular anime art or just ones I liked so I kinda have a bit of an idea what does and doesn't look anatomically correct lol.
thank you pom for sketching it out and answering my question </3 i came back to so many comments about the tub instead of the legs and weird water LMAO 🤧🤧🤧
Jester swears he loathes her, let's believe him...
Pt3
-Clara after waking up from the "dream" she was met with a bite scar on her shoulder.
-Jester had marked her in her dream, probably somewhere before Clara releasing Jester and the others, they had a romantic moment leading to Clara letting him bite/mark her since "it's just a dream, why not have a relationship with a monster?". Gurl read/watched too much human x non-human drama.
-I would say she isn't the MC of the Freak Circus but she's MC's best friend. She later got hired at the cafe, helping MC as a cashier also as a second barista then leading to her meeting Jester while The MC deals with Pierrot and Harlequin.
-She was named after a character from a novel called "Noli Me Tangere" by Jose Rizal (Her parents are a big a big fan of the Novel)
-Her personality is kinda like a person who is fun to be around, caring, with a bit of chaotic energy, boldness and impulsive action.
-her fashion style is mixed of modern and traditional (will show it in the next part).
-her "current" relationship with Jester: she's cautious around him—heck she wouldn't return to the circus after the first encounter but due to some circumstances she has to.
-She feels that the circus cast are so familiar but can't piece it together rn (cause yaknow in her "dream" they're in their monster form).
-this story is inspired by the song "Once Upon a Dream" from Sleeping Beauty
-the last picture is a self portrait of Clara, she drew it during her time in her "dream" and left it in there.
-Jester found the portrait and kept it, he has a love hate relationship with the portrait. Attempted to burn it many times but her was somehow unsuccessful.
A/n: This is for @r0yalj3ster’s event. I hope you enjoy! ~Fox🦊
The noise doesn’t stop, even after it’s over. Even after the second shot echoes through the tent, after the crowd breaks into something frantic and ugly, after bodies push and shove and scream as they try to escape something they don’t understand, you still hear it. It lingers, ringing in your ears, mixing with the pounding of your pulse until you can’t tell which is louder.
You don’t remember moving. One second you’re frozen in place, watching him fall, and the next you’re forcing your way through the chaos, shoving past panicked bodies, slipping on the edge of the stage as you climb up.
“Jester!”
He’s still there, collapsed where he fell, one hand pressed hard against his chest, the other bracing uselessly against the stage as if he could push himself back up and pretend this is all part of the act, but it’s not. You can see it; The blood.
Dark. Wrong. Too much.
Your stomach twists violently as you drop to your knees beside him, hands hovering for just a second before you force yourself to act.
“Hey, hey, I’m here,” you say quickly, voice shaking despite your effort to steady it. “You’re okay, I’ve got you, just…just hold on!”
Your hands press over his, trying to stop the bleeding, trying to do something, anything, even though you don’t know what you’re doing. The warmth of it seeps through your fingers almost immediately, slick and terrifying, and your breath stutters as panic claws its way up your throat.
“Stop moving,” you murmur, more to yourself than him, your hands trembling as you try to apply pressure. “I can—just—stay still,” a sharp sound cuts you off.
Not pain.
Laughter.
It’s wrong and it shouldn’t be there. Jester’s head tilts slightly, his breathing uneven, shallow, but his lips curl anyway, that familiar, unsettling smile dragging its way back into place like he’s forcing it there out of habit.
“You’re…terrible at this,” he rasps with a venomous bite.
Your chest tightens.
“I’m trying—”
“Are you?”
The words are quiet, but they hit harder than if he’d shouted them. His hand shifts suddenly, not to help, but to shove yours away just enough to break your rhythm, to disrupt what little control you thought you had. The movement makes him wince, just slightly, but the expression that follows isn’t pain. It’s irritation.
Sharp, focused irritation.
“Look at you,” he mutters, breath catching faintly as he drags in air, his eyes locking onto yours. “Standing there… shaking… making it worse.”
Your hands hover uselessly now, unsure where to go, what to do, your thoughts spiraling too fast to catch, “I—what do you want me to do?” you ask, voice breaking despite yourself.
That’s when it changes. Whatever thin thread of humor he was clinging to snaps. His expression hardens, the smile fading into something colder, something far more dangerous as his gaze sharpens.
“…Useless,” he says flatly. The word lands like a blow, “You are my most useless pet.”
Your breath catches. You don’t move. For a second you forget about the blood, the chaos outside, the fact that he’s hurt. Because that, those words, that hurts more.
“I said—” his voice cuts through the silence, harsher now, more strained as the effort of speaking starts to catch up with him, “—get Doctor.”
Your hands curl slightly at your sides, “I can’t just leave you!”
“Yes,” he snaps, sharper than before, his head lifting just enough to glare at you properly despite the way his body protests the movement. “You can.”There’s a tremor in his voice now. Not weakness; Strain, “Because standing here,doing nothing, is far less useful than bringing someone who can actually fix this.”
You flinch.
“I’m not doing nothing.”
“You are,” he interrupts immediately, his words cutting clean and precise despite the uneven rhythm of his breathing, “You’re panicking.”
A pause.
His gaze flicks briefly to your hands,
still stained, still shaking, before returning to your face, “And I don’t have time for it.”
The weight of that settles heavy in your chest. Not won’t. It’s ‘Don’t have time’.
Your throat tightens.
“Okay,” you whisper, the word barely there.
For a moment, neither of you move. Then you push yourself to your feet. Your legs feel unsteady, your head spinning, but you force yourself to turn, to step back, to leave him there even though every instinct is screaming at you not to. Behind you, his breathing falters slightly. You hesitate.
“Go,” he says, quieter now, but no less firm.
You don’t look back. If you do, you won’t leave, and right now, you can’t be useless.
You peer over the pillar, watching the sun set across the ocean.
You had just finished a mission with Dionysia. And once again, you were left out of the loop. Left out of the decision making. Left out of the true plan.
It used to bother you so much but now…
“The others are cleaning up their mess. Would you like to head back before them?” Elias asks from behind.
You shake your head. “I don’t mind staying. You can go ahead though.”
He leans his back against the railing beside you.
“No, I think I’ll stay too.”
Mesmerized by the ripples in the water, you don’t notice the long silence... or his gaze.
“Aren’t you going to ask?”
You look up at him.
“About the mission, the details, the plans. You’re always so… on top of it.”
He’s right. You used to ask questions. You tried to keep up. You tried to be a part of them. But at a certain point you knew that wasn’t possible.
It’s not that you stopped trying. It’s that you chose peace.
“No. I’m ok,” you say lightly, “I think I have enough information for the case files.”
“Hmmm. That’s disappointing.”
You raise a brow.
“I always enjoyed watching our little detective unravel things.”
It’s bait. But you won’t bite. You simply huff out a small laugh.
“Well,” he glances down at you, intrigued. “Why the sudden change?”
I felt stupid every time I thought we had gotten closer.
But you can’t say that.
“I don’t know,” you shrug. “I guess I just don’t feel the need anymore.”
Elias nods slowly.
“So you trust us?”
You squint, searching for the best answer.
“Not particularly.”
“Do you trust me?”
You blink, slightly taken aback. You thought those two questions were one and the same.
You sigh softly. “Trust comes with action, Elias.”
You don’t elaborate. You don't need to.
"So I won't earn it until I prove myself."
He hums.
“That’s a shame."
"But," he taps his chin thoughtfully, "what if those secrets were to protect everyone?” he asks. “To keep the peace.”
It isn’t a statement. It’s an invitation to debate.
You ponder for a long while.
“I never asked to be protected.” The words come out calm. Almost detached. “But maybe I can only say that because I don’t know how many times your lies have actually saved me.”
You tap the metal lightly with your finger.
“And if that is true… it sounds exhausting.”
His head tilts.
“Carrying all that alone.”
For a moment he just stares at you— like you're something he’ll never quite understand.
His fascination curls into a small smirk.
“It must be nice,” he teases, “not having to question everything.”
You smile back.
“It must be nice,” you reply, “lying whenever it's convenient for you.”
His eyes sharpen.
He didn't expect that.
But he isn't done playing.
“I suppose when something troubles you, you simply write it in a report and move on.”
“Actually,” you grin mischievously, “Unlike you, I have someone I go to for my troubles.”
That does it.
For the first time that evening, his curiosity isn’t hidden.
“And who is that?”
You turn back to the ocean.
“It’s a secret.”
His expression shifts, amusement flickering in his eyes.
“Is this revenge?”
“Revenge?" You laugh under your breath. "You can have secrets but I can’t?”
“Oh, so this is what it feels like.”
A small, dangerous satisfaction grows in your chest.
He turns, fully toward you now.
“Inspector,” he says after a moment, “How about a deal? I’ll let you in on a little secret… If you tell me who it is.”
You know it isn’t who the person is that interests Elias.
It’s the fact that you have a secret at all.
“I’m good. I don’t need to know.”
His arm suddenly slides in front of you, taking up your side of the railing. He leans down slightly, bringing his face close to yours.
He’s asking you to look at him.
Not the sunset.
Not the waters.
Him.
“Although you act like you don’t care,” he says softly, almost a whisper, “I’m sure there’s still a part of you that wants to know. Come on, Inspector, any question. The clash. Why we ran away. Why you’re in this position now. Ask away.”
For a moment, you’re tempted. There are many things you’re curious about. And perhaps even more than that, you want to know how much Elias actually knows about you.
The two of you simply stare at each other in silence. Like a competition to see who’ll break first.
“Pfft.” Unable to control yourself, you laugh.
“Just to know who I go to? It was that easy?”
He joins in, chuckling softly.
Moments ago he felt untouchable. Grand. Like the ringleader and mastermind.
Now he just feels... silly.
“Thanks for the offer,” you say, “But honestly, I’m not sure if I’d be able to trust any information you give me.”
“Ouch. How blunt.”
He slowly turns toward the ocean, resting his arms against the railing. This time he watches the sunset with you. “But I suppose that’s part of your charm.”
The First Kiss series:
Jin Tohma Luca Alan Sho Haru Towa Ren Haku Subaru Taiga Romeo Jiro Rui
Leo has asked you 3 times. And you’ve said no 3 times.
And yet, here you are, standing in front of a camera.
“What are you doing?” You grunt.
“Relax~” Leo says, adjusting the tripod, “Just act like the camera’s not here.”
“Leo, I already told you–”
“Look, it's just a day in the life vlog. You don’t have to interact or talk, just do what you normally do.”
You let out a sigh. “No one’s gonna watch that. That’s boring.”
He grins as he steps back to check the frame. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure it's interesting.”
Before you can protest, he presses record.
He sits down beside you and starts working on the files. You watch him, jaw open.
“Hey, can you not act like it’s the end of the world?” He taps his pen on your set of papers. “Come on, do your work.”
And just like that, Leo and his camera followed you around everywhere. Lunch, library, dropping things off at different houses. He was actually being useful.
He organized your notes, negotiated with ghouls on your behalf, carried the stacks of books in your stead. He even bought your favorite drink at the vending machine.
His presence was surprisingly… pleasant.
___
It was nearing the end of the day. The bright sun was setting, coloring the campus with its gold hue.
Leo sits on a curb, stretching his legs out.
“Wow,” you say, standing beside him. “You’ve developed an appreciation for nature now?”
“Just sit down. It’ll be a good ending shot.” He pats the cement slab next to him. You do as you’re told.
The camera sits a few feet away.
“Loosen up,” he murmurs. “Try looking like you didn’t hate today.”
You chuckle under your breath. It was all strange, but for some reason, you’re sad to see the day ending.
“I didn’t hate it.”
He glances at you.
You hesitate, admitting, though a bit quieter, “I actually had fun… Spending the day with you.”
No clever statement. No snarky comment. He just stares.
“What? Is there something on my face?”
“Yeah, there is.”
He coasts in slightly, shoulders touching.
His thumb brushes against your cheek. But it lingers there.
You hold your breath.
Suddenly, you’re conscious of how close he is and how the sunlight fades beautifully in his eyes.
“Leo–”
He tilts his head.
And then he kisses you.
It's light. Barely touching.
When you finally process the fact that his lips are on yours, you shove his shoulder.
“A-Are you insane?” You breathe, “Why would you–?”
You stop yourself. Your eyes snap toward the camera.
A cold sharp feeling crawls up your spine.
You glare back at him. “Is that what you meant by keeping it interesting?”
“Huh? What’re you on about?”
That shrug, the way he looks at you– so casual and unfazed– it makes your blood boil.
To him it might seem like nothing– like a game he’s cleared a thousand times.
But it wasn’t just a kiss. At least not to you.
You stand abruptly, turning away to leave.
“Where are you going?”
You don’t answer because if you did, you might just tell him everything.
You feel humiliated that you trusted him. Humiliated that you actually enjoyed today. Humiliated that, for a split second, you wanted to lean into that kiss.
He follows after you. “Hey,” he grabs your wrist, pulling you back to face him, “MC-”
He stops when he sees your misty eyes.
“Don’t play with my feelings!” you shout, “they aren’t content!”
Leo’s brows furrow, he looks genuinely… insulted.
“Who said I was playing?”
You point at the camera. “You did it for the video, didn’t you? You planned this–”
“No.” His voice is firm. “I turned it off a while ago.”
You freeze.
“Then why did you kiss me?”
“Because I wanted to. Duh.”
“What–”
“I don’t do things I don’t want to do.” His gaze locks onto yours. “You of all people should know that.”
Anger drains and confusion takes its place.
He steps closer. He lifts his hand and pushes your forehead with his finger.
“I. wanted. to. kiss. you.” Leo enunciates each word clearly. “Need me to say it again?”
Your pulse rings through your ears.
You bite your lips.
“Then do it again.”
He blinks.
“Do it again. Without the camera.”
For a split second, he wonders if he heard right.
Then he laughs, unrestrained.
“Honor student, you really are—”
You don’t wait for him. You grab his collar and yank him down. Your lips crash into his– reckless, fierce, hard enough to steal the breath from both of you.
It only lasts a few seconds. You push him back.
You swear there’s redness growing on his cheeks but the darkness makes it hard to tell.
You finally piece together Jin’s plan.
Sacrifice himself. Save you. Save Darkwick.
And leave you behind.
(Canon-divergent of what happens before he jumps off the railing.)
You have to stop him… no matter what.
You don’t remember running through the ruins of Darkwick, just the frantic beating in your chest as you barged into his chambers.
"Brave of you,” Jin doesn’t even look. “Entering without my permission."
His voice is calm. As if this were an ordinary day. As if he wasn’t about to throw himself into a pit of fire.
"Jin," you pant as you try to catch your breath. "Are you actually going to-"
"If you want details, go to Tohma."
You shake your head. "I-I want to hear it from you."
Jin sighs as usual. Frigid and restrained.
"My ancestors founded the Darkwick institute, I'm just taking responsibility for it." He puts on the cloak laid across his bed.
"Please,” you whisper, “If this is to save me-"
He turns, his eyes piercing.
"Did you not hear me, I'm not doing this for you."
His voice is as cold as ice, "Know your position, servant."
A few months ago, maybe you would've believed him. But not now.
"When have you ever cared about legacy?” you fire back. “When have you ever cared about Darkwick?"
Maybe you hit a sore spot. His voice deepens. "Don’t talk as if you know me."
The thickness in the air almost spills an apology out of you. But you've done enough of that during your time here. Now was the time you needed to take action- before it's too late.
You move in front of him, spreading your arms out. "I'm not letting you leave."
He looks you up and down.
Then- laughs in disbelief, watching like you're a clown in a circus.
"You really are stupid through and through."
His amusement drops. He steps forward.
You feel it even before he reaches you. The weight of his presence, the certainty in his every step.
But more than anything, it was his eyes- it was as if he didn't even know you. No, you weren't even a person, you were just an obstacle in his way.
You gulp loudly, as his approaching shadow swallows you.
But he doesn’t shove nor raise his voice. He simply walks past you.
Your hand brushes against his cloak, but that’s it.
A bit flustered, you stumble after him, planting yourself in front of him again. This time his shoulder bumps into yours– not hard, but enough to send a message.
You grab his arm. He flicks it off like dust.
You try the other arm. He pulls away, just as easily.
Your eyes burn. You'd rather he push you down, shove you aside, yell.
But being ignored– being treated like air. That hurts more.
You swallow your thoughts down. Now wasn't the time for this.
You run in front of him once more. This time, you press your forehead against his chest, gripping both his arms, trying to push him back with your full weight.
But he doesn’t falter. He walks forward with ease.
Your boots slip against the rug. You fall backward.
He doesn’t catch you. In any other moment, in any other world, he would have.
He walks forward.
Your fists clench against the floor.
"Jin… please."
The door handle clicks.
Panic courses through you.
You have to do something. Anything
“I love you!”
The words rip out of your throat.
For the first time, he stops.
"I… love you,” you say again, softer– but even more desperate. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” With each repetition, your voice weakens. Tears that were long overdue spill out.
All your thoughts pour at once.
"I know I’m weak,” you sob. “I know I can't stop you but if you die-” your voice breaks, “then what was the point… of any of this?”
There's no reply.
The door closes and you’re certain he’s left.
Your hand clutches your chest as if you’ve actually been stabbed. You sob into the floor.
You know he can’t hear you through the sound barrier, but–
"Please don't go.” You yell through tears, “Even if I live, I don't want to live in a world without you! Jin-"
Your sobs are cut off by a familiar scent. Arms wrap around your shoulder.
You hear a deep sigh in your ear. Jin’s sigh.
It takes a few moments to register that he was not outside the door but right next to you, embracing you tightly as if you were the one running away.
"Why must you make this so hard?"
Your hands fly to him, clutching desperately, afraid he’ll disappear again.
"We’ll find another way so don't leave. Please." You whisper tenderly in his ear as tears soak his shoulder.
Jin pulls back just enough to look at your face.
You probably looked like an absolute mess. Disheveled hair and puffy eyes. But the way he looks at you is unbearably gentle.
He presses the softest kiss on your forehead.
"How can I walk away when you're like this?" Hope flickers. But only for a moment.
He threads his fingers through yours. Gripping a bit too tightly.
“No.” Realizing his plan quickly, you try to pull away. But it's impossible. “No Jin, stop.”
"I'm sorry." He shuts his eyes tightly, bracing for impact.
"Bianerus." You've heard this incantation many times before. Each time he had said it with so much conviction, like a king. But now his voice trembles.
"Go to sleep."
You would've never guessed he’d use his stigma against you. His command seeps into your veins. Your limbs grow heavy. Your thoughts blur.
"Jin… stop." But it’s too late.
You try to fight it.
But your strength was never enough– not against him.
He lifts you easily and lays you down onto his bed.
Your eyelids flutter. You’re starting to lose vision.
With the little bit of free will you have left, you grab his hand.
He squeezes back. Just once and only for a moment.
Then gently pries your fingers away.
You feel another kiss on your forehead.
"I'll do anything to protect you." His voice now sounds like a distant dream. "Even if it makes you hate me."
You step into the bar.
The loud music, the smell of alcohol, and wisps of smoke wrap around you instantly.
This was the last place the victim had been seen alive.
She was close to one of the employees here.
You were tasked to talk to him while the rest of Vagastrom collected information elsewhere.
“Excuse me–”
The bartender turns.
You almost gasp at the familiar face.
Tomoya.
You immediately look away, pulling your collar up to cover your face. Your heart pounds through your chest. It’ll be a problem if he recognizes you.
“What can I get you?”
His voice is flat. Disinterested. The same as before.
“Uhhh… Can I speak to… the owner?” You purposefully pitch your voice slightly higher. The last time he saw you, you were a man.
Silence.
You don’t look up, but you feel it. His gaze. Lingering. Studying.
Did he figure it out?
“And what business do you have with him?”
“I have questions. About a friend.”
A pause.
“Boss,” Tomoya calls over his shoulder. “Someone for you.”
He leaves just like that, disappearing behind the back door.
You sigh in relief.
A large man with a gentle smile walks up to you.
“What’s up?”
“Hi. I’m sorry to disturb you but I wanted to ask you about her.”
You show him a picture of the victim.
His expression darkens. He must’ve heard the news already.
“Alright. Should we speak outside? It’s a bit loud in here.”
You nod.
___
The owner takes you through the employee backdoor.
The alley behind the bar is starkly quiet.
The man leans against the wall, lighting a cigarette.
He offers the pack to you.
“Want one?”
“No thank you.”
Instead you pull out your notes.
You start with the basic things. How they met. How close they were, when he saw her last.
He answers them all with ease.
Then you shift,
“It seems you are aware of her death,” you say carefully. “How did you hear about it?”
The question seems to linger.
He exhales slowly, smoke curling between you.
“Funny thing…” he mutters. “I was gonna ask you the same thing.”
Your grip tightens slightly around your notebook.
His eyes flicker toward you. No grief. Just hollow.
“People like you always show up after.”
You swallow.
“...After what?”
He smiles. Too wide.
“After someone sees something they shouldn’t.”
Your stomach drops.
He straightens, dropping the cigar from his fingers.
“She wouldn’t stop screaming…” His voice distorts– 5 voices overlapping— no fighting against each other.
“So I made her quiet.”
His shoulders jerk violently. You step back immediately.
His arm splits, not cleanly, like it’s forcing its way out from beneath his skin.
Purple veins crawl up his arms. His neck. His eyes.
Spreading, pulsing.
His shadow stretches against the long alley wall– wrong, irregular, inhuman.
The door slams open behind you.
Great. The last thing you needed was a random witness.
“Oi.” Footsteps. Calm. Unhurried. “What the hell is that?”
Your eyes widen.
"T-Tomoya?"
He doesn’t wait for an answer. He steps out in front of you, hands still in his pockets.
“You have to go back inside. Now”
“And what’s a scrawny kid like you gonna do?”
You hold his arm, trying to pull him back from danger.
But it’s too late.
The anomaly lunges.
Tomoya clicks his tongue, pulling one hand free.
He swings— and something follows his movement.
A jagged, violent streak tears through the air.
The same color as the ink etched into his tattoo.
It SLAMS into the monster.
The impact echoes through the alley.
The anomaly staggers, then falls to the ground.
Its body glitches– flickering between forms.
Like it can’t decide what it is.
Tomoya freezes.
He stares at his hand.
“...What the hell was that?”
He seems just as surprised as you.
The anomaly starts to move, letting out a broken sound.
You grab his hand.
“For now, we run.”
The two of you dash past the anomaly.
The alley trembles behind you. A distorted, broken roar echoes.
It’s coming.
Fast. Faster.
You stop abruptly.
Tomoya nearly crashes into you.
“What the—”
You stand in front of a vending machine.
“Just a second,” you mutter, hands shaking as you punch in the code.
“Are you seriously trying to get a drink right now?”
You tap your school card.
Beep.
The machine clicks open.
Not to drinks. To something else.
A hidden entrance. A galaxy beyond it.
“What... is this?” he breathes.
The roar echoes again. Closer now.
You grab his hand.
“Come on.”
You pull him inside
___
The Galaxy Express hums softly beneath your feet.
Both of you sit.
Silence stretches between you.
Where do you even start?
Finally, he speaks.
“So,” He leans back slightly, “You’re that guy from the host club.”
You stiffen.
“Or should I say… girl?”
You sigh.
“Yeah.”
“I knew it.”
“I guess my disguise wasn’t good enough.”
“It’s not just that.”
He leans in suddenly. You flinch.
He inhales lightly.
“Your smell.”
Your face heats instantly. You shift a few inches back, covering your neck.
“D-Do I smell bad?”
A short laugh escapes him.
“No.” He slumps back into his seat. “It’s nice.”
You blink.
“...Nice?”
“Yeah.” He shrugs. “Like flowers.”
Your heart skips.
“My sister uses the same kind.”
Flowers. Kyklos.
This day is eerily similar to the day you were cursed.
Haku also held your hand as he stepped into the galaxy with you.
He took you to Darkwick. And you never left.
Your fingers tighten in your lap.
Guilt creeps in. You dragged him here.
You were so focused on surviving, you didn’t think ahead.
“I… I’m sorry.”
“What for?”
“For dragging you into this.”
You don’t elaborate. You don’t need to.
He studies you for a moment.
Then sighs.
“It’s fine.”
“You don’t understand,” you press, your voice dropping. “If you stay… your life might—”
“I’ve already lost what mattered.”
You go still.
What about your sister?
But even you’re not brave enough to ask that.
He looks at his hand, the one that struck the anomaly.
Flexes it slightly.
“...If there’s even a chance this place has answers,” he continues, almost a whisper now, “I’m not walking away.”
You hesitate.
“...Even so. If you want to leave, now’s your chance. I’ll do everything I can to help.”
He watches your eyes. The sincerity. The tension. The guilt.
Then stretches his arms across the backrest.
“You always this serious?”
You frown.
“This is serious.”
“Yeah. I know.”
A small pause.
His gaze drifts back to his hand, his thoughts clearly elsewhere.
He shakes his head.
“Yeah. Not leaving.”
You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
A faint scoff.
“I won’t.”
A beat.
“...I’ve got nothing to go back to anyway.”
Before you can respond—
The train slows.
“Meow, meow, meow. You’ve arrived at Darkwick Academy.”
“Darkwick Academy, huh?”
Tomoya stands before you do.
There’s no hesitation in him now. Only curiosity. And resolve.
He glances back, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
Based this off a post i made once joking about how Darkwick pays so little attention to MC they wouldn't even notice if she became a vampire.
It's not like you were ever really going to sit down all the staff of Darkwick and explain your new situation to them, after everything they threw at you they definitely didn't deserve that level of grace. However, you had expected them to at least piece togeather what happened, as time wore on though, it became clear the staff were just truly oblivious.
You'd become a vampire to escape your cursed fate. You slowly told all the ghouls, they'd all accepted it to varying degrees, and life at Dakrwick went on.
Expect the staff still had no clue you were no longer human, or cursed for that matter.
At first you kept expecting them to figure it out, you weren't exactly being subtle about what happened. Moving yourself into one of the spare rooms in Obscuary, only venturing out in the day with a parasol to ward off the sunlight, not to mention the permanent teeth marks in your neck.
But no, as the months dragged on none of the staff clued in. At this point, you were starting to find it funny and were doing increasingly noticable things to see if they'd finally clue into it.
Ed was having a delight of a time helping you figure out other ways to "hide" your vampirism from the staff just to see if they'd notice.
First it was wearing overly large sunglasses indoors where professor Dante asked to see you about a mission with Vagastrom. He didn't even question them.
Then it was the overly large scarf you wore on a hot day when you were seeing Professor Hyde. He just laughed about kids these days always being cold.
You even wore an overly large sun hat to see the chancellor one day and still, nobody commented on any of it. At this point, it was just kind of…sad to know how little attention the staff paid.
"Ah MC! We have a new mission for you!" The chancellor greeted as you walked into his office.
At this point, you'd tired of your game and had given up trying to hide your vampirisms.
"What's the mission?" You replied.
"It involves a plant anomaly! It may be a clue you need to breaking your curse!" The chancellor cheered.
"Ah, yes, my curse. Definitely still have that." You deadpanned in reply, but he didn't even notice, brushing past it and explaining the mission details.
"By the way, your eyes have been looking really red lately, you okay?"
"Yeah, must just be dry or something." You replied.
"Ah, you should be sure to go see Professor Nicolas then! Don't want you falling into poor health."
You were pretty sure being undead definitely counted as poor health. Though you just thanked the chancellor and left, shaking your head.
i was wondering if you could do an addition of the one which mc is sick and the ghouls find out/take care with jin, ed, and haku? thanks sooo much 💖💖💖
Hi thank you so much!!
Absolutely, I can do those guys for you. Makes me so happy to see when people ask for my boy Ed, he needs more love TTOTT
Sickness
Featuring: Jin | Edward | Haku
Jin Kamurai - You glared at the blurry phone screen before you, willing the never-ending messages would just go away.
So many of the ghouls around Darkwick were texting you to ask for help, but you were far too sick to even leave the comforts of your bed as you glared at the offending texts.
You were finally starting to slip off to sleep when the sounds of someone phoning you woke you up. You blearily stumbled through answering the phone. "Hello.." you croaked out, voice straining from the effort.
"Where are you servant? I need you." Jin's voice called through the phone. You let out a pained noise at how loud his voice was.
"Sick...dying..no.." You croaked out before trying to hang up. Your grip slipped instead, and your phone clattered to the floor. You curled up tighter on your bed and missed the sounds of Jin calling for you through your phone.
A few moments later, a portal opened next to your bed, and Jin stepped through, panic clear on his face.
"MC?!" He asked in a panic, kneeling down next to you. You whined softly as he placed a hand against your head. His touch was cold, and you leaned into it, soothing away some of the aches in your head. He seemed to calm down some as he realized you were just sick, not actually dying.
"Hang on, I'm going to get you some soup and medicine, then I'll be back to take care of you." Jin soothed, moving to stand up. You whined softly again, weakly reaching for him. A small smile curled up his lips.
"I'll be back, I promise. You're not getting rid of me until you're better."
Edward Hart - You were regretting coming out tonight. You'd been feeling horrible all day, but you'd been looking forward to hanging out at Rui's bar that you'd still chosen to go. Now, you were regretting that choice.
You were slumped at the corner of the bar, a headache pounding behind your eyes and a sore throat threatening you with every swallow feeling like knives.
"You look rather unwell, my dear." Ed called as he slipped up beside you. You nodded in agreement.
"I feel like death." You murmered quietly.
"My dear, you're fragile. Someone should take care of you until you're well." Ed cooed, giving you a grin.
"Don't wanna make anyone else sick." You replied, moving to lean into him as he pressed closer.
"Lucky you, my dear, I don't catch human sicknesses." He hummed, wrapping an arm around you. "Stay with me. Let me take care of my favorite human."
You agreed, really not feeling up to walking home alone sick as you were. Ed more, so just cuddled you in bed and helped you eat while Rui actually got everything for you, but he still made sure to take care of you until you were completely better.
Haku Kusanagi - You were supposed to have been meeting Haku for a study date, but when you woke up that morning feeling like you'd been hit by a truck, you knew you wouldn't be meeting anyone at all.
You sent a text to Haku explaining your sickness and apologizing before trying to go back to sleep. A while later, you woke up to the sound of someone knocking on your door.
You shuffled downstairs slowly, a blanket draped over your shoulders. You opened the door and were surprised to see Haku standing there, various containers balanced in his hands.
"Hey Princess! I came by to make sure you were getting taken care of. Brought you some food as well as some tea from Subaru and Zenji. They wish you well, by the way."
You led him upstairs, and he helped tuck you into bed before he started to make some tea for you.
"You don't have to do this." You said softly, though you were really grateful for him.
"Nonsense princess. I'm happy to help make sure you get better as soon as possible." He replied, smiling at you. "Sorry to say, but you're not getting rid of me until you're better."
