Hi!!! Love your content and I saw your open for requests so I was wondering if I could get a platonic tween yuu with any of the guys you see fit, but the yuu is like expressionless and mature so everyone is kinda like oh their chill till they drop the most strange thing like doing donuts in a car without a license and on ice
platonic!tween Yuu x Riddle
Lowkey this is one of the funnier possibilities for Yuu, alongside middle-aged tired customer service Yuu who is Concerned™ and grad student Yuu who is screaming and crying and throwing up because what do you mean they're in another world, they have do defense their dissertation TOMORROW!!!!
Lowkey my first thought went with Trey, Kalim, Jamil, or Jack because they already have younger siblings and I think would automatically feel the need to take the kid under their care more so than the other cast with siblings, but then I realized the comedic potential of Only Child Riddle suddenly having to experience what having a little sibling is like because you were there, just a second ago, patiently standing by him as he explained how to pet the hedgehogs, and then he turns around and you've disappeared.
Poor Riddle, he's concerned because you are a child (you'd insist that you weren't too far from being a teenager, which made lots of people laugh) and he doesn't want a child to get hurt when they were under his care. So he's running around looking for you, eventually leaving the dorm looking around campus until he gets to the gym and notices a crowd. What has the crowd's attention?
You. On a makeshift merry-go-round, with the end of a blastcycle's wheel on the edge, and another student's hand on the clutch.
You just waved, the same nonchalant expression on your face that you usually had. A good portion of the crowd had frozen, subtly backing away as they noticed Riddle's reddening face. The student with their hand on the clutch, an Ignihyde student, was not one of these students.
Nodding to the Ignihyde student, you braced yourself on the shaky, ducttaped handles. The student, either still oblivious to Riddle or more interested in what would happen, started revving the engine and clutched the clutch as the wheel made the merry-go-round immediately spin insanely quick, pieces of metal flying as the other students watching ran off to avoid getting hit.
You held on for just a few seconds longer, only for the metal bar you were holding onto to also fly off with you still holding on to it. It was like watching a car crash in slow motion, if you were to ask the onlookers.
Your poor, little body was flying in the air, heading head first to the solid ground of the gymnasium. Well, it would have, if Riddle hadn't summoned a giant pile of pillows for you to crash into, feathers flying everywhere.
You probably should have done more than express a casual shrug and dusting off. Alas, the mind of an 11 year old is an enigma to most.
"Nice catch Riddle, did you see how far I flew—"
"WHAT IS WRONG ALL OF YOU?! DO YOU KNOW JUST HOW MANY RULES OF COMMON SENSE YOU JUST BROKE?!"
Any Heartslabyul students that might have been there were already gone the moment they noticed Riddle entering the gym. Self-preservation skills came naturally to them after a while. The others, not so much.
It turned out that you had wandered off because you were hungry and wanted something different from Trey's usual sweets. Maybe something spicy? Sour? It wouldn't matter since you didn't have the money, you spent it all on Grim's tuna and a bunch of instant ramen to last for the week. The Ignihyde student noticed you struggling and offered to buy you as many as you wanted if you participating in a little...experiment with him.
Something something about g-force and the human body and something something. Lowkey, you might have been getting bullied by the older students; seriously who decides to put an 11 year old at risk of bodily harm for an experiment? They were laughing amongst each other. You didn't care, you were getting free snacks!
When you explained your reasoning to Riddle, you could tell that the poor redhead aged like 30 years mentally.
Are all tweens like this? He certainly wasn't. Granted, Riddle is not the best example of what as well-adjusted kid when he was your same age. But he's pretty sure you weren't one either...he thinks...probably.
If this is how you were going to behave when someone else offered you something, Riddle thinks that maybe he should speak to Trey about keeping a better eye on you. He has siblings, he would know how to keep you in check and would definitely be a better influence on you than the other students (like the Ignihyde student who was stuck with month long detention for his stunt).
That was the plan...but...
"Riddle...am I gonna have to run through the maze with everyone chasing me?"
Riddle looked down at you with a confused, questioning gaze as he answered, "What? No, why would you ask?"
He was reminded that you really were just a child still. As small as he was, you were still smaller and looked a bit shrunken in on yourself, a strange look in your eyes on your normally neutral face.
"Because I made you mad. And the rule for making the Queen mad is to get chased, right?"
Ah, rule 63: Those who anger the Queen in court must run through a maze with card soldiers in pursuit.
While Riddle was still a bit angry that you got yourself into the situation in the first place, he placed the blame more so on the older students who should have known better than to put a child in such a dangerous situation. Still, he was strangely please, almost proud, that you remembered a rule. Even if you were wrong about it.
"No. That rule is only for court. You did not anger me in court, so there is no need to conduct a chase."
"Oh." You nodded, looking down at your shoes as you scuffed your heels while walking. "...are you mad at me though?"
Riddle paused, facing you as you continued staring down at the ground, picking at your nails.
"I am...a bit angry still, yes. That you would agree to something so dangerous, but I am more angry at the others who should've known better."
You let out a noncommittal hum, still picking at a hangnail. If Riddle wasn't already listening closely, he might have missed what you said in a soft whisper.
"...Do you not want to hangout with me anymore? I just wanted a snack...I didn't have enough money for anything and he offered to get me whatever I wanted if I just helped him out."
Despite your best to hold it in, your lips were trembling and your eyes were glassy. Riddle was suddenly reminded of looking at himself in the mirror after getting caught by his mother, vigorously washing his face clean of tears and snot, hoping that she wouldn't mention the redness still in his eyes and cheeks. He remembered how he feel, looking down at his feet as his mother yelled at Trey's parents, unable to speak up without her harshly shutting him down.
He wondered if you also had a tightness in your chest, unable to take a breath without feeling like a damp would burst open, like he did then.
Riddle wasn't familiar with how to deal with a child, not like Trey was. But he remembers Trey telling him a story about how his little brother was upset after an argument with a friend, trying his best to not cry and failing miserably.
"The poor little guy wanted to look tough, but he's still little, you know? Sometimes all the little ones want is to get a hug or a pat on the head and be told that it's gonna be okay."
You weren't his little sibling, and he wasn't your big brother. Despite that, you didn't seem to mind Riddle's hand coming up and rubbing the top of your head. In fact, you leaned into it, furiously rubbing at your eyes to wipe away the tears that threatened to fall.
"It's alright, I'm not angry at you anymore." Riddle sighed, reaching into his jacket for his handkerchief, handing it to you. He rolled his eyes as you shook your head, face back to it's usual expression, though you still had tears and were sniffling away. "Go on. Take it."
"You're messy, clean yourself up."
Riddle resolved to clean you himself, muttering as he leaned down to wipe your face clean. You let out a whine, still mumbling about how you weren't that messy. Though, you still let him wipe your face clean.
"There. If you're going to act like a child, then I will treat you like one."
You wrinkled your nose at that, though followed when Riddle gestured you to do so.
"I'm not that little. I'm only 5 years younger than you."
"The fact still stands, you are young and obviously impressionable, not to mention impulsive." Riddle sighed, shaking his head. "I mean, I heard from Ace that you tried doing a flip off of Deuce's broom during your gym class. Why?"
"Oh. I thought it would be cool."
"As I said, impulsive. Which only makes this more necessary. " Riddle nodded to himself, noticing the way you tilted your head.
"From now on, you will come to me if you need assistance with anything. Whether it be with schoolwork, meals, or questions of any kind, you come to me first. No one else. Do you understand?"
You stared up at Riddle, expressionless, eye boring into him long enough to make him nervous. Perhaps he overstepped?
"...We can still hangout?"
Riddle raised a brow. He thought it was implied.
"Okay." You nodded, walking side by side, though you had a little pep in your step.
Later, when it was just you and Grim alone in your dorm, you were excitedly yapping to him about your day. You reserved most of your energy and expressions for one-on-one time with Grim, though you've been doing the same with Ace and Deuce lately. You'd have to add Riddle to the list.
"And then, Riddle said he's gonna be my big brother! Well, he didn't say that, but he basically said that!"
Grim grumbled, making a face as you rolled around in bed.
"I don't get it. He's not nice, or fun, or gives me—you free food! Why him?"
"I don't know! I like him! He explains things to me. Nobody else does, they're mean when I don't know things. And he knows a lot! And he's super strong! And he let's me play with the hedgehogs! And—"
"OKAY! I get it, I get it." Grim shook his head, adjusting himself back on the pillow that you nearly knocked him off of. "I don't, but at least he can get us treats from Trey!"
"Oh yeah, probably." You shrugged, finally laying on you back and staring up at the ceiling. "If Riddle is my big brother, then I can't make him mad, right?"
"Oh no, you absolutely should!"
You looked to the side to see one of the ghosts phased through the wall as he grinned.
"I am an expert at being a little brother! And being a little sibling as alllllll about making trouble for the big siblings! It's law!"
Perking up at that, you gave Ernest your full attention. If it was a law, then Riddle would want you to follow it.
The chances of a giggling ghost being chased around in Ramshackle by an angry Riddle is very lightly, as well a little talk with Crewel about not being so gullible.
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