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locker number #072 ♡ name: averie Requests are officially closed ! taking a break !

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୨୧ ꒰ welcome to averie’s pink locker ꒱ ୨୧

- a quiet little corner for soft thoughts, sweet things, and daydreams ♡ | ꕤ owner of this locker: averie 𓂃 ࣪ ˖ 🍓 your friendly daydreamer, lover of cute stickers, strawberry snacks, and soft places to hide between classes ♡

locker no. 1 🎀 ⋆˚｡˚ sticker book 🍓 ✿ pink polaroids 💌 ꕤ soft rules 🩰

૮꒰ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ꒱ა stay as long as you want… no hall pass needed ♡ signed, averie ༉‧₊˚♡

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i will be taking a break from writing for a while as I’ll prioritize my mental health first because of burnout and anxiety, thank you for your understanding! let’s see each other soon ❤️

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of course he’d be supportive of his kids

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RUN, BABY, RUN!

summary: you were just trying to have a peaceful day, but nope! a certain 6'3 eel man wants to play tag with you! but luckily, a certain housecat is playing savior just for you.

starring. . . leona kingscholar, floyd leech x reader

You don't know how much time you have left. No, it's nothing death-related whatsoever. That's what you thought at first, but life in general decided to make things complicated for you just by playing a few cards of tricks, shuffled by the hands of fate itself, just to make you paranoid every minute.

What's keeping you paranoid, you dare ask? Rather than experiencing a slow, agonizing death as intended to grant you mercy, you had to spend your remaining time not knowing where Floyd is currently located after he wasted almost an hour chasing after you with an expression that seemingly looked like he was enjoying this fun cat-and-mouse game despite his nature to be an active predator.

You see, you didn't want this situation to happen. You don't know how it got to this point. You really just wanted to go home…

Before the whole shenanigan took place, it was a sunny day at Night Raven College, so it was a perfect time to have a little stroll outside and enjoy the fresh air after your morning classes. Floyd, of course, lazily spotted you from the distance; he initially had a bored and irritated expression, yet he immediately lit up like a kid in a candy store, ready to pounce and chase after you.

"SHRRRIIIIMMMPPPYYY!!!"

You thought you were going to be fucked the moment this man came sprinting after you, with no considerate regard for the other people around. Should you run? Is even the option of running away from him out of the question at this point when he can outrun you?

Like a fool with deer-in-the-headlights syndrome, you stood frozen in place as Floyd closed in on you, his ridiculously tall stature towering over you while happily greeting you with that same old predatory grin.

His hands interlocked together behind his back, swaying his body from side to side in a childlike manner, as if attempting to make himself look adorable. "Hehehe, it seems my luck hasn't dried out today~"

His mismatched eyes went half-lidded, as something about his playful aura had gone from cheeky to downright shady in a split second that caused you to even be more cautious in his unpredictable presence. He's definitely plotting something… Where the hell are your friends when you needed them right now?!

You uncomfortably shifted your stance, your hands politely interlocked behind your back as well. Your left foot is placed behind you, ready to step back if this menace opts to start shit. Though that simple, foolish move wasn't left unnoticed by his sharp gaze, it did not faze him; rather, he was surprisingly amused by your hesitancy towards him.

You mustered a wary smile, curiously inclining your head. "What are you up to, Floyd?"

"I want to play with youuu~" he sang, stepping closer to your bubble of personal space. Your figure was now covered with his shadow, and then his head leaned forward to meet your disoriented gaze, both of your faces only inches apart.

After all, he was in that mood. There was nothing to entertain him today because everything looked so plain and boring that it eventually fueled his irritation. No other students wanted to play along with his baffling whims, always coming up with bumbling, embarrassing excuses just to avoid his company; it's hilarious to see them squirm under his presence, but it gets boring real fast when others also refuse to engage. It's really damn annoying.

Not even his own twin brother, Jade, wanted to play along with him when he usually does! Always being so professional and focused on his duties as vice housewarden and manager at the Mostro Lounge, he says things like, "There are matters that I needed to finish," and "Maybe another time, brother," then pats his head as if he were a child needing to be comforted. Oh, it infuriated him to no end. If it weren't for Azul's firm interference, he would've lunged at him and bitten his head off like a rabid dog.

He was later kicked out of the cafe for the time being to allow himself to cool off and reflect on his behavior. A sensible solution, right? Yet, he's doing the opposite of what Azul suggested, seething with pettiness and still submerging himself in boredom.

Now that he spotted you, surely you can cure his restlessness and provide him with some much-needed entertainment?

You knitted your eyebrows together, a questioning frown on your lips. "Play?" You watched him nod frantically, his mismatched eyes sparkled with rising excitement, and then you continued. "Okay, what do you have in mind?"

You should've known better than to waste your last words like that…

Floyd pretends to thoughtfully tap his chin for a second, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and his lips pursed together. He was taking his sweet time to come up with an idea, as if he didn't have you quivering in your boots just (impatiently) waiting for him.

All of a sudden, he snapped his fingers. He slowly turned his head to you; your blood ran cold once more by the sight of his dangerous smirk. "How about a fun little chase~"

So that's the brief overview of the whole… sigh… shenanigan…

Now, you're currently at the botanical garden for some reason. You had been running for God knows how long. You just couldn't find any good spot to hide because Floyd was catching up to you so fast that both of your lungs and legs were begging you to stop and catch a breath.

It's so scary that every time you enter a new building, maybe you allow yourself to reassure yourself that Floyd isn't there, or maybe he finally got bored chasing after you. But no luck! That motherfucker has the tenacity of a bloodhound and the persistence of a bulldog.

You were in the temperate zone of the botanical garden, embraced by the fragrances of the various exotic flowers and plants that are home to this peaceful sanctuary. Several trees go as far as the eye can see, their branches stretching out like welcoming arms, offering shade and solace. The sound of birds chirping and the running of flowing water under the bridge was enough to rest your queasy heart just for a moment.

Your fingers gripped a nearby tall bush as your legs threatened to give out from underneath you. It was throbbing terribly. You hissed in pain from the sharp sensation shooting up your leg, your hand immediately clutching your knee, while the other hand tightly held onto the plant to steady yourself.

"Fuck…" you cursed under your breath, carefully removing your shoes one at a time, and winced at the sight of a flushed, swollen ankle. You followed with the other leg; now both of your feet are bare on the ticklish grass while your shoes lie beside you.

"That idiot Floyd…" you continued, massaging the sole of your foot to try and alleviate the pain. "Could've picked someone else…"

You were so occupied easing the discomfort that you didn't notice the faint rustling in the bushes nearby. A low, ominous growl followed, and you were still distracted.

As your feet were getting some relief, in the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of movement in the bushes. Your heart skipped a beat, freezing you in place. What the fuck?! Is he already here?

And before you could do anything, a large figure emerged from the bushes and tackled you on the ground, causing you to stumble and fall onto your back. "AAAH!" You yelped in surprise, coughing up dirt, then scrambling to push the figure off of you. "Get off… GET OFF ME!" you screamed, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you pushed the chest of the figure with all your strength.

Until your eyes finally registered the familiar long, chocolate-brown hair and piercing emerald eyes of a certain Savannaclaw Housewarden, you stopped thrashing upon realizing who it was.

"Leona?"

The man huffed in response, still pinning you down with a stern expression on his face. "What's a runt like you lurking around my territory?" He cocked his head to the side, quirking a questioning brow.

You can feel a vein pop in your forehead as you struggle to come up with a response, attempting to push his chest off of you, but to no avail. "I was just…" you trailed off, your teeth gritting together in frustration, as your eyes gazed somewhere but the man in front of you. "…escaping."

Leona didn't respond, just another hushed huff. Since you assumed he didn't want to hear your sad explanation, judging by how bored and uninterested he seemed, you spoke. "Now, can you get off?"

He didn't respond again. Just absentmindedly staring at you.

A wave of dreadful panic washed over you of his lack of immediate response. You took a sharp breath, clicking your tongue. "Leona, please!" you begged. "Before Floyd gets here!"

"Oooh, little Shrimpppyyy~ Where are youuuu?"

The man on top of you slowly turned his head to where the source of the voice was coming from, counting the footsteps echoing closer. He was drawing near but too cautious to make his presence known. His bored, emerald eyes glanced back at you, slightly widened at your shut eyes and trembling lips. For a moment, you look like a shaking rabbit caught in the headlights.

Leona internally sighed to himself. He was supposed to have a usual, comfortable nap without dealing with pesky disturbances or nuances that dared to interrupt his peace. Honestly, he was this close to thinking about making you his next meal because of your wrong timing and unfortunate intrusion of his rest to dreamland.

But here he was, caught in the middle of an ordeal with this prefect underneath him because the troublesome merman couldn't keep his curiosity in check.

He already predicted what the other outcomes could be if he didn't handle the situation delicately. If he chooses to hand you over to Floyd on a silver platter without a helping hand, you two might wreak havoc in the botanical garden with all the chasing and destruction that would ensue. If he chooses not to hand you over to Floyd, it would save you and the botanical garden from potential destruction, but he has to deal with the merman alone and redirect his attention elsewhere fast before things escalate further.

What a pain to his ass…

"Hey," he whispered, his voice barely audible, yet it caught your attention, gazing at him with a mixture of curiosity and worry.

"If you value your life, hide in the bushes," he suggested, pointing at one of the bushes with his gaze.

Leona carefully removed himself on top of you, swiftly standing up, with no intent of helping you get up from the ground. His body was facing the direction of the approaching danger, shielding your body from view. "What are you waiting for?" he whispered urgently, his eyes darting back to meet yours. "Go, now," he urged.

You nod obediently, quickly scurrying off the ground (despite your legs feeling weak and numb) and making your way towards the bushes as he had suggested, almost stumbling by accident on the way, and you swear you heard a muffled chuckle behind you.

"How adorable."

You glared at the second prince out of the corner of your eye, your cheeks heating with embarrassment, but he did not meet your gaze nor respond to your flustered state, just looking out boredly at the surroundings. As you crouched down behind the foliage, your heart almost dropped when Floyd came on the scene just after you had hidden yourself.

He doesn't look like he is tired at all! Your eyebrows narrowed in disbelief, still carefully peeking to watch the situation unfold.

"Heeeyyy, well, if it isn't the Sea Lion!" Floyd called out with a smirk, both of his arms spread out wide in a mock welcoming motion.

The said sea lion just stared at him blankly, his hands buried in his pockets. He casually approached with a few steps towards him as if to size him up, then he cocked his head to the side, saying. "What brings you here?"

Floyd slumped his shoulders, shaking his head as he sighed. "The little shrimp and I were just having a fun time playing chase," he explained, scratching his head in a confused manner. His mismatched eyes were searching around his surroundings for any signs of you in the area, but to no avail. He sighed once more, but exaggeratedly. "Now I can't find them anywhere!"

Well, that's a you problem. Leona thought, his eyes darting to where you were hiding, noticing you were also watching the situation unfold through the small gaps in the bushes. He narrowed his eyes when you met with his, his chin slightly jerking upward. Stay put.

"Sea Lion!" The beastman eventually turned his attention back to the teal-haired man, his expression annoyed at the sheer volume of his voice, his ears flickering. "What?" he said.

"Have you seen them?" Floyd asked, his tone growing more urgent.

Leona sighed, shaking his head, and his hand dismissively waved in the air. "No, never seen them," he replied.

"Oh?"

Floyd's mismatched eyes narrowed, that lazy "O" stretching wider across his face. He tilted his head, inhaling deeply through his nose with an exaggerated sniff. "Hmm~? That's funny, Sea Lion. 'Cause I can definitely smell them around here. Fresh. Sweaty. Kinda scared~" He giggled, then took a slow, deliberate step forward, his long shadow stretching across the grass. "You wouldn't be hiding them from me, would ya? That'd be real mean."

You bit down hard on your lip, barely daring to breathe. Your swollen ankle throbbed in protest from the awkward crouch, but you didn't shift an inch. Don't look this way. Don't look this wayyyyy.

Leona's ears twitched once, his emerald gaze flat and unimpressed. He let out a low, lazy chuckle that sent a fresh spike of anxiety through you. What the fuck was that chuckle?!

Instead of denying it outright as a savior would, the lion lazily scratched the back of his neck and smirked. "Tch. Smell whatever you want, merman. Maybe the shrimp was here earlier... passed right through while I was trying to nap, or maybe—" His eyes flickered very deliberately toward the bushes where you hid for a split second, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. "—they're still close. Who knows? Not my problem."

WHAT DO YOU MEAN, 'NOT MY PROBLEM'??? ARE YOU STUPID—

You try to take a breath and calm yourself down, but the rapid beating of your heart made it difficult to focus. Your teeth gritted together. That overgrown kitty was hinting! Purposefully poking the eel just to amuse himself and maybe torture you slowly with his nonchalant attitude! What the fuck???

"Oooh? So you did see 'em!" Floyd sang, taking another bouncy step closer to your hiding spot. His tall frame cast a longer shadow that crept dangerously near the bush. "C'mon, Sea Lion, don't be stingy! Share the fun! I've been chasing them for ages, and they're so good at this game~"

You squeezed your eyes shut, silently praying to every miracle you could think of. Whoever the gods are in the Twisted Wonderland world, now it's their best time to grant you absolute mercy, or else you're gonna fucking tweak. Your hands trembled as they clutched at the dirt and leaves.

You could already see the hem of Floyd's shoes through the leaves.

Just one more step...

Before Floyd could close the remaining distance, Leona's tail flicked irritably. In one fluid motion, he stepped sideways, deliberately blocking the direct path with his broader frame. "Oi. I said I don't know where the shrimp is. And I don't have the patience to play detective with you, either. Scram already, eel. Go bother someone else before I make you."

Floyd's mismatched eyes widened for a split second, the playful glint in them sharpening into something dangerous and feral. His usual lazy grin twisted, lips pulling back to show a flash of sharp teeth. "Heeeh~? You're tellin' me to leave? Just like that?" He straightened up to his full ridiculous height, shoulders rolling as he tried to loom over the lion.

The air between them crackled with tension, Floyd's long limbs loose but ready to strike, like a coiled spring deciding whether to snap. "You're no fun at all today, Sea Lion. Maybe I should squeeze ya first to loosen you up—"

The audacity of this man??? You thought, sweating profusely.

He took one more bouncy step forward, clearly intending to push past Leona and check the bushes himself.

In a blur of movement too fast for someone who claimed to hate effort, Leona's hand shot out. His fingers curled tight around the front of Floyd’s collar, yanking the taller merman down and forward with raw, effortless strength. The fabric strained under his grip as Leona pulled Floyd close enough that their faces were inches apart.

Leona's emerald eyes were half-lidded in bored menace, but his voice dropped into a deep, warning snarl that sent a chill even through you in your hiding spot.

"Listen up, you annoying little shit," he growled, fangs glinting. "I'm not in the mood. Touch one leaf of these bushes and I'll turn you into a rug for my dorm. Now get lost before I lose what’s left of my patience."

For a heartbeat, Floyd's expression flickered, a hint of surprise, then a flash of genuine irritation. This annoying second best… His hands came up to grab Leona's wrist, but the lion didn't budge an inch. Both men intensely stared at each other for a few seconds.

Then all of the sudden, Floyd let out a sharp, hissing laugh that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Keh… fine, fine~ You win this round, kitty." With a harsh tug, he ripped himself free from Leona's grasp, nearly stumbling back a step. He dusted off the front of his uniform with exaggerated, jerky movements, shooting the Savannaclaw housewarden one last narrow-eyed glare. "But tell the shrimp I'm still lookin' for 'em. This game ain't over~"

With that, Floyd spun on his heel and loped off, his long strides carrying him back toward the garden entrance. His off-key humming faded gradually into the distance until the only sounds left were the birds and the gentle trickle of water.

You stayed frozen in the bushes, heart hammering so hard you were sure it would give you away anyway. Only when Leona's shadow fell over your hiding spot did you dare peek out.

The beastman stood there with his hands back in his pockets, looking thoroughly unimpressed with the entire ordeal. He glanced down at you, one ear twitching. "You can come out now. He's gone." A scowl tugged at his lips as he watched you awkwardly crawl out, still favoring your swollen ankle.

You brushed dirt and leaves off your clothes, your cheeks burning. "...Thanks. I think."

Leona just huffed, already turning his back from you. "Whatever. Get out of my sight," he sternly warned.

You remained silent. You don't anticipate favorable things from him after he has assisted you. After all, what he had done was more than enough for you.

Your feet carefully carried you away from him, wincing every second of pain shooting up your leg, until your figure slowly disappeared from his view. That's where Leona turned his head to where you had been standing, a hint of concern flashing in his eyes before he quickly masked it with indifference.

He sighed deeply, running a hand through his scalp. "Troublemaker," he muttered under his breath, now making his way to his usual napping spot.

BONUS:

"Why is there a medical kit on the table?" you asked, eyeing the first aid supplies curiously. After today's incident, you were fortunately spared by the gods. Ever since you worriedly asked his twin brother, Jade, if Floyd was still persistent in chasing after you, he reassuringly informed you that Floyd eventually got bored and is currently taking his duties at the Mostro Lounge quite seriously.

Grim simply shrugged, busying himself with eating tuna as usual. "I don't know! It's been sitting there ever since I got home," he replied, his cheeks rounded with a mouthful of food.

You sighed, walking over to the coffee table where the medical kit was left untouched. You lifted it up by the bottom, but notice something smooth beneath it. Curious, you tilted the item slightly, revealing a small sticky note plastered to the surface. It read, "Use it," and then your eyes widened in surprise after seeing familiar initials on the bottom of the note. "L.K"

Your cheeks flushed with realization, then bashfully looked away with a shaky chuckle. That damn lion…

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finally i got wind archer cookie’s skin :’ D

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You are doing the slightest thing that suggests cuteness in front of him. Looking at him with those widened eyes and a soft smile on your face. Just absolutely glowing for no reason, or maybe that's just how he sees you through rose-colored glasses 24/7.

Idia, on the other hand, was unfazed. "What an idiot…" he scoffed, turning his head away to hide his growing blush and wobbling smile.

Meanwhile, a little sneak peek through his mind: AHFBHDABFDHAG?? WHY ARE THEY DOING THAT EXPRESSION?? SO FUCKING CUTE, LET ME KISS THEM. I WANNA NOM THEM, SQUISH THEM- PLEASE LET ME SQUISH THOSE CHEEKS; I NEEDED IT SO BADLY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—

"Now, can you leave me alone?" He turned back to you, his expression returning to its usual aloofness. "Unlike you, I have other things to do than…" He takes one look at your face, immediately regrets it, then internally sighs in defeat.

Please, someone, help him before he can reach your face, play with it like Play-Doh, and coo sweet nothings. SOMEONE HELP—

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from being a scared, wimpy kid to telling off the two intimidating and strongest first years in bofurin

ilysm nirei, keep clocking their asses

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STRAWBERRY-FLAVORED FLIRTATION!

summary: just a small series of riddle attempting to flirt with you.

starring. . . riddle rosehearts x reader

HOW IT STARTED:

RIDDLE didn't embark upon his romantic phase merely on a whim. To stand as the person he is today, he had to make a difference in how he wanted to behave towards you and others. It was easier for him to conduct himself toward other people, as he is usually more direct and authoritative. He is used to the sight of others nervously squirming under his intense gaze, especially those who reside in Heartslabyul, where his position of power is absolute, as it is necessary for an assertive leader to maintain a sense of control and respect. He can hold his head high to equally meet the eyes of anyone who dares to shake his confidence, be they foes or allies. It was a book that he lived by, one that dictated his every move and decision for many years.

However, with you, there were several books where he could learn how to capture your interest, yet most of them did not fit his usual persona. Your presence forced him to lift his head from the pages and look beyond the rigid rules he had always followed, to allow his bluish-gray eyes to trust in himself that he could pursue you with his own unique approach, rather than relying solely on the guidance of his usual book, knowing that there was no need for a predetermined script if he truly wanted to build a genuine connection with you.

GO FOR IT, RIDDLE-KUN!

RIDDLE had a rough, awkward start in mastering the nuances of flirtation. Never in his life had he had to navigate the complexities of romantic interactions with such clumsy grace. He welcomed this new chapter by surprising you at your door early in the morning with a single red rose that he carefully picked from his garden of red-painted blooms in his trembling hand, with a tense smile playing on his lips. "Good morning," he greeted, his voice slightly shaky as he tried to maintain eye contact.

Meanwhile, as your hair fell in disarray from sleep and the wariness in your eyes was still present, you were surprised by his abrupt appearance, considering he was the last person you'd think would personally greet you in such a manner for someone who prioritizes professional conduct over sentimental gestures. Moving your muddled gaze from him to the red rose in his hand, you couldn't help but question him. "Is that for me?" you asked.

His face heated with a blush, he nodded and cleared his throat, attempting to sound formal. "Why, yes." He thrust the rose to you once more in an insistent manner. "I carefully handpicked the most beautiful one I could find for you." His bluish-gray eyes bashfully looked away, refraining from seeing your honest reaction as his pale cheeks continued to warm from the embarrassment and fear of being turned down. You stared at him for a second; at first, you thought you were seeing an uncanny resemblance to his once innocent, adorable self. Your fingers subtly touch his, seizing the stem of the rose as you accept the flower with a gentle smile. You instinctively lifted the flower closer to your nose, smelling the earthy yet sweet fragrance from the delicate petals. It was a refreshing scent, and it indeed felt pleasant to the touch. Your eyes softened with warmth, not realize the man before you also shared the same look of longing in his eyes; it was not directed at the rose but at you.

Riddle's faux cough ruptured your moment of reverie, bringing you back to the present as he cleared his throat awkwardly. "I wish not to delay your morning, as I have already taken up too much of your time," he said softly, a hint of reluctance in his voice. Though his intent was to leave and also start his morning to fulfill his responsibilities as Housewarden of Heartslabyul, his quivering hands tell a different story: that he would rather stay a little longer in your presence. He wanted to prolong the moment a little bit, even if it meant he'd set aside his principles. He shakes his head at the mere thought. No, he must set an exemplary example for himself.

Riddle straightened his posture and took a deep breath, preparing himself to bid you farewell, while you looked at him curiously for his next move. "I must get going," he said with a slight smile. "But before that," with little courage he had to spare, he took your hand and lifted it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss on the back of it. He did not meet your flustered gaze after he let go of your hand, clearing his throat. "I will see you again later, [Y/N]." With a final nod, Riddle turned on his heel and walked away, with a lingering reddish flush dusting his cheeks, as you watched his retreating figure disappear into the distance. Alone by himself, he started to march his steps into the empty corridors after realizing his bold, foreign actions. What was he thinking?! What kind of a gentleman kisses the hand of someone he admires without permission?! Because he was in haste, he acted impulsively!

…Or maybe that's just how it was supposed to be when pursuing someone as captivating as you. Either way, he made himself look ridiculous in front of you, and now, how will he confront the upcoming shared moments with you if he continues to act in such a daring manner? He sighed wearily. Love is such a tiring game, he thought to himself.

MINI HEADCANONS!

RIDDLE is a gentleman by heart. You were graciously invited once more to celebrate another unbirthday party by the Heartslabyul housewarden himself. Before the event started with a merry-making toast, Riddle guaranteed you had the best seat in the house, intentionally right next to him. You were about to sit at your assigned position when Riddle stood behind your chair, insisting he would pull it out for you as a courtesy of the host. Then he pulled the back of it with such terrible timing that you missed the seat completely and ended up falling to the floor. Riddle had to be escorted by Cater afterwards to steam off the embarrassment. At the same time, Trey helped you up and made sure you were comfortable, reassuring you that Riddle only intended to help, but his execution was just a bit off.

RIDDLE exhibits tremendous pride as a horseback rider. One delightful afternoon, he requested your presence to accompany him on a short ride on his horse, Vorpal, ever since you had been curious about his equestrian skills. He stabled his horse, muttering comforting words to ease its queasy heart while simultaneously scratching its chin. Once the horse was settled, Riddle extended a kind hand to help you mount Vorpal, his other hand subtly supporting the small section of your back to prevent you from falling over by accident. He followed suit by mounting his own horse with ease, your back pressed against his chest as his slightly trembling hands covered yours to assist with the lead of the reins. Riddle tried to remain calm by explaining the basics of horseback riding, attempting to resist taking a closer whiff of the sweet, lingering scent of your hair as he spoke while you were distracted listening to his instructions. As if the situation couldn't get any more intimate, his horse suddenly reacted, which caused you to slide closer to Riddle, who immediately encased your waist in a protective hold. His face almost inches closer to yours if you dare to turn your head, his warm breath brushing against your cheek as a cheeky Vorpal successfully brings the two students even closer together.

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FOREST DEITY (YOU) X PROTECTOR (SCARAMOUCHE) — old draft

According to numerous historical accounts in the dusty, centuries-old books of Akademiya, many respected authors reported that there was another deity, appointed by the high order of the Dendro Archon herself, to protect the beauty and tranquility of the forest, entrusting the heavenly duty to her. You were known to be the daughter of nature, blessed by the Lesser Lord Kusanali with divine abilities to communicate with the spirits and inhabitants of the forest and calm the heaviest of storms with your soothing presence. Exactly how you attempted to soothe the venomous welts of a certain purple-haired individual whom you had encountered once more after his attempt to claim a seat in the divinity that he believed was rightfully his. In the past, his expression was one of mockery; he had spat insults and threats at you, referring to you as foolish or naive when you offered a helping hand to guide him on a path of redemption. "I don't need assistance from a lowly peasant like you." That was his last sneer at you before his schemes were later proved fruitless. Now, he had been reborn as a new man, possibly turning over a new leaf on his own accord. He had kept his pompous bravado even in his changed state, but now it was tinged with a sense of humility and gratitude towards those who had shown him another chance of redemption. The progress of your connection with Wanderer didn't start its humble beginning with welcoming arms but with hesitancy and newfound curiosity about one another. As time passed by, you two had grown to understand the complexities of each other's characters. Your heart ached at the mention of the misgivings that the latter had to endure throughout his life, like a puppet being controlled by the strings of fate, only seen as a useful tool and not as a person with feelings and desires. His indigo eyes lack heat at the countless mistreatments you received from mortals and gods alike for simply being lesser than them in power and status, yet you continued to carry yourself with grace and kindness, as you did not let their cruelty harden your heart and promised to serve Sumeru with unwavering loyalty and devotion. Without needing a grand announcement, Wanderer quietly finds a small change of heart in acknowledging his new purpose for his immortal life. For the lessons and experiences you have imparted to him, he now sees a role befitting him, where his loyalty has turned into a pledged duty to protect and serve you. You may refuse his offer of service, thinking he is doing it out of obligation, but he could not care less, as his commitment to you is genuine and he is responsible for his own choice.

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MY DARLING BOY I LOVE YOU SO MUCHHH

LEMME PINCH THOSE CHEEKS PLEASEEEEEEEEEWEEEE

(edit: after reading the whole chapter, im worried for the whole class since they’ll be visiting the district soon ;o; umemiya you gotta supervise your kids)

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i cant take him srsly-

(edit: i’m starting to warm up with him)

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just when i finally grew to like him recently and now he’s permanently removed from the game 😭

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Imagine your lover, Sylus, had to stifle his laugh when he was watching you grimace over expensive price tags at the designer store.

"Why is it over 500 dollars?!" you shrieked, gripping the price tag tightly in your hand; it could almost crumple in your frustration.

Your monthly salary wasn't even close to covering the cost of one item!

Behind you, you heard your lover let out a deep, suppressed giggle. Offended by the mere sound, assuming it was one of mockery or amusement at your expense, you whipped around to shoot him a glare, only to see a fond twinkle in his crimson eyes.

"What's so funny, huh?" you demanded, crossing your arms then sizing up your much taller partner with a scowl.

Oh, how badly Sylus wanted to gobble you up.

He pinched the fat of your cheek affectionately, chuckling softly. "I just find it amusing how worked up you get over mere pocket change," he said, gazing at your preferred attire with a mixture of amusement and adoration. "It's endearing, really."

You gave him a look, now letting go of the price tag. You're fully aware that your lover is a wealthy man, not only dominating a dangerous underground territory but also being in possession of several luxurious properties that fingers are insufficient to count. You loved that quality in him; it gives you security and reassurance that he can provide for you in ways beyond material possessions.

But sometimes it irked you how cocky he is when flaunting his wealth.

You smacked his broad chest with your hand, turning away from him with a huff. "Whatever, I'm leaving," you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

Then a few hours later, after arriving at your shared penthouse, the conclusion of a shopping spree is where you didn't actually buy anything because of your pettiness.

Sylus walked behind you with a smirk on his face, watching you turn the doorknob and walk inside the living room until you stopped in your tracks.

The living room is cluttered with designer boxes and shopping bags, from the couch to the coffee table, evidence that a certain someone had gone overboard with their spending without your knowledge. It's the same designer brand you complained about hours ago, now greeting you with its presence in your home.

Sylus chuckles at your still reaction, his cheeky arms wrapped around your waist, pulling his body closer to yours. He planted a subtle kiss on the top of your head, his smile faintly visible as he whispered, "If you want something," and he leaned closer to your flustered ear. "You don't need to complain when you have a lover who is more than willing to spoil you."

He dragged his lips to your neck, just smoothing over your skin with a teasing touch, as his warm breath makes you tickle. "I was planning to buy the whole mall just for you earlier."

"But a certain kitten was being fussy that I had to cancel those plans."

You are trying so hard not to give in to his sweet words and the temptation he brings with his gentle caresses.

Oh well, even if you try hard to resist, he'll give it to you regardless.

[miraeofficial]

Imagine Leona Kingscholar, your boyfriend, overhearing an aggravating, childish conversation that involved his fellow dorm mates in Savannaclaw, having the misfortune to hear them whining and complaining about their lovers over trivial matters.

He swore he aged faster by the mere seconds it took for him to listen to their petty grievances.

The common room, where the event was unfolding, smelled of sun-baked sand, spilled energy drinks, and the faint musk of too many beastmen crammed into one space after evening training.

There were three Savannaclaw students comfortably lounging in the middle of the room.

Most of them were still in their PE uniforms or half-dressed in dorm jackets, boots kicked off, tails flicking lazily against the furniture, while their voices carried across the space, with no consideration to those who may feel victimized to hear their incessant chatter.

Even their own housewarden was secretly lurking in the corner, with his emerald eyes intently eyeing the scene with a mixture of disgust and disbelief.

A hyena-type beastman student groaned, his crimson hair falling into his eyes until he brushed it away in frustration. "God, you don't know the headache I got from my girlfriend," he said, rolling his eyes dramatically.

Then his voice pitched into a higher octave as he continued, mocking the way she had nagged him, his eyes rolling back into his head for added effect. "You should've updated me, you should've done this, you should've done that~"

The energy drink wrapped around his hand crinkled as he threw it into the nearby trash can, adding to the growing pile of garbage. He crossed his arms with an annoyed huff. "Fucking hell, am I her personal assistant? Like I give a damn about her every little request."

Another laughed, a silver-haired wolf beastman, his head thrown back in unkind amusement. "No shit, even mine is on my ass 24/7. Yesterday, she blew up my phone because I liked another girl's post. 'Why did you like her post? Do you think she’s prettier than me?'" He pitched his voice into a whiny falsetto, flapping his hand like a puppet.

Then he scoffed. "Bitch, it was just a gym mirror selfie. I wasn't even thinking about it. Now I have to deal with her sulking for three days straight like a goddamn toddler."

The hyena-type snorted, kicking his legs up onto the low table and nearly knocking over an empty bottle. "Women, man. They act like we're supposed to live inside their heads."

A third student, a broad-shouldered lion beastman with a messy dark mane tied back loosely, leaned forward from where he was sprawled across the couch.

His tail thumped against the cushions in irritation. "You two are lucky. At least yours just nag and get jealous. Mine keeps wanting to 'talk about our feelings' every single night."

He made air quotes with his fingers, face twisting in disgust. "Like, bro, I just got back from training; I'm half-dead, and she hits me with, 'Do you feel like we're really connecting lately?' What the hell am I supposed to say to that? 'Yeah, babe, I feel tired and hungry; now leave me alone.'"

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "She even sent me some long-ass paragraph yesterday about how I don’t open up enough. Open up?" followed by a disbelieving laugh. "I'm not a damn diary. I just want to eat, sleep, and maybe get laid without it turning into a therapy session."

The wolf barked out another laugh, slapping his knee. "Exactly! They want us to be all sensitive and shit, but the second we actually say what’s on our mind, they lose it. Can't fucking win."

"Preach," the hyena agreed, cracking open another energy drink with a sharp hiss, raising the beverage in a mock toast. Then he chugged it down in one go, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Wish they could've just stayed quiet and stood pretty. Would've saved us the trouble."

Oh, that popped a vein on Leona's neck.

The shadow in the far corner of the common room shifted.

Leona stepped out slowly, emerald eyes glowing with pure irritation, his tail lashing once behind him like a whip. The temperature in the room seemed to drop as the three students froze mid-laugh upon noticing his sudden presence.

His presence alone sucked the casual energy out of the air.

"Repeat that shit again."

The hyena-type beastman jolted upright so fast his energy drink nearly slipped from his fingers. His ears pinned back, crimson hair falling messily over his suddenly wide eyes. "L-Leona-senpai—!"

Leona took another step forward, his voice low and dangerous. "I said… repeat that shit again."

The hyena’s mouth opened and closed uselessly. His usual swagger evaporated under Leona’s glare; his tail tucked between his legs as he shrank back into the couch.

The silver-haired wolf and the lion beastman looked equally pinned in place, suddenly very interested in the floor.

Leona’s lip curled in disgust. "What’s wrong? You had so much to say a second ago. Running your mouth like cowards when you think no one's listening. Typical. The second someone actually calls you out, you tuck your tail like scared kittens."

He clicked his tongue, crossing his arms as he glared down at the three of them. "You sorry-ass excuses for Savannaclaw students. Whining and bitching about your girlfriends like they’re burdens instead of the only ones stupid enough to put up with your lazy, ungrateful asses. You should be kissing the ground they walk on that they still have the energy and effort to deal with you every damn day. Most of you don’t even deserve that."

Leona’s gaze sharpened. "In case your pea-sized brains didn't catch on, beastmen don’t disrespect their mates. If you can’t value the person who chose to stand by you, then you don’t deserve a mate for life. You can stay single and rot for all I care."

The three students sat in heavy silence for a long beat before the hyena finally mumbled, "Sorry, Leona-senpai…"

"Yeah… we were just talking shit," the wolf added quietly.

The lion beastman nodded. "Won't happen again."

Leona scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. "Save your pathetic apologies. I don’t give a damn about your words. Prove it by actually acting like better partners. Now get the hell out of my sight before I make you run laps until you puke."

The three scrambled up without another word, grabbing their things and hurrying toward the hallway, tails low.

Leona stood motionless, arms still crossed tightly over his chest as he watched the three Savannaclaw students practically flee the common room. Their hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway until they disappeared completely, leaving behind only the faint scent of nervous sweat and the mess they’d made.

He let out a long, heavy sigh, dragging a hand through his dark mane in irritation. "Tch… First time in years I actually lost my cool over something so damn stupid," he muttered under his breath, emerald eyes narrowing at the empty doorway.

The vein on his neck was still faintly throbbing. He couldn’t remember the last time some petty conversation had crawled under his skin like that.

But deep down, he knew exactly why.

Because he had you.

You, who still chose to stay by his side even when he was at his moodiest and indifferent to almost everything around him. You, who still poured energy and effort into loving him without expecting him to become someone softer or more expressive. You never nagged him with trivial complaints. You never made him feel like a burden or a project to fix.

In return, Leona made sure your love was never wasted. After all, you were worth it.

He made time for you even when he claimed he wanted to nap the day away. He listened when you spoke, really listened, even if he answered with a lazy drawl and half-lidded eyes, he never fails to protect your secrets and vulnerabilities, so that you can freely be comfortable with him without any worries. He protected you fiercely, without needing to announce it. He pushed you when you needed pushing and gave you space when you didn't.

And though he’d sooner die than admit it aloud, he treasured every ounce of effort you gave him.

Leona’s tail flicked once, slower this time, as the tension in his shoulders finally eased.

To be honest, he respected you for that more than he loved you for it. And reflecting back to the sharp words he had said to those students, fortunately, the irony wasn't lost on him.

And hopefully, that line remains untouched.

[miraeofficial]

i cant take him srsly-

(edit: i’m starting to warm up with him)

[miraeofficial]

THE ART OF BEAUTY

You look beautiful.

You feel beautiful.

Just staring at yourself in the mirror felt surreal, as if you were looking at a work of art. You weren't even sure if the person behind that glass was really you.

All you could muster was a wobbly, proud smile. For months, where the world is unaware of your inner motives, you simply find refuge in your childhood bedroom. Where the small space used to be shared with your older brother, Vil, for several years.

As a child, this is where the start of your innocent curiosity for beauty and self-expression came to fruition after witnessing your older brother holding a bold, red lipstick, who knows where he got it from, while sitting on the vanity with his leg crossed over the other.

While boys at his age would normally ruin the red pigment with mischievous acts and mock the femininity of the product, Vil, on the other hand, would appreciate its vibrant color and carefully apply it to his lips like a born professional, as the career, built by his passion for the entertainment industry, he was diligently curating granted him to see different perspectives that others his age may not have considered.

As he smacked his painted lips together and then wiped off the excess product, he caught your intrigued gaze in the mirror. He tilted his head to the side, asking. "What's with the gaze, little brother?"

Your brain snapped back to reality, looking at him with widened eyes, like a troubled kitten who had just been caught red-handed. Bashfully, you shuffled your feet under the comforting blanket draped over your legs, then avoided his questioning gaze. "I just thought… it's a bit odd for a boy to wear makeup."

Silence drew between the two of you as he processed your words, a slight frown forming on his face, as he watched you through the mirror. He was not peeved by your comment, as he is aware that your remark may come off as unintentionally offensive for a child ever curiously asking about the world around them.

As an older brother, he should set a good example of teaching you to be open-minded and accepting of others, regardless of their appearance or interests.

He twisted the lipstick to its highest point before turning back to you with an encouraging nod. "Come here," he said, patting the remaining space of the vanity chair.

You remained at your spot, unsure if you wished to follow his instruction while his awaiting hand was holding the lipstick. Your eyebrows knitted together as you stared at the bright red lipstick in his hand. "You're not going to force me to wear that, are you?" you asked, feeling apprehension about the situation.

Your older brother scoffed at your hesitancy, shaking his head as a motion of dismissal. "Don't be such a baby," he teased, quirking a playful brow. "Just come here."

You let out a whine but eventually relented after noting the stern glare directed at you, and made your way over to the chair, knowing that resisting would only worsen your brother's shrinking patience. "This is stupid," you muttered under your breath as you climbed to sit down, closing your eyes in resignation.

Your older brother leaned forward to get a closer look at you. "You'll see it for yourself," he whispered, cupping the fat of your chin with a gentle hand, maintaining you in place as he carefully swiped the red pigment across your dewy lips with sharp, half-lidded eyes. "Then you'll understand why I enjoy doing this so much," he added, ignoring the rolling eyes that you shot his way.

"Now, carefully smack your lips together," Vil instructed, wiping the excess pigment from the corners of your mouth with his finger. He smacked his own lips for a simple demonstration, as you followed his lead and did the same.

Vil straightened his posture to let you examine the final result in the mirror, a small smile playing on his lips as he waited for your reaction. Observing how it changes from initial skepticism to a look of surprise and newfound appreciation.

Honestly, you thought it would look ridiculous on you, but having it applied has given a different feeling altogether.

You try to wobble a smile, attempting to enjoy this bold lip color. It's a beautiful color; it reminded you of a fairy tale story your older brother had read to you as a child, wherein the apple was glazed with unsuspected, death-like poison to appease the enviousness of the evil queen's heart and reclaim her title as the fairest in the land.

Come to think of it, it's also the similar shade of crimson that the evil queen wore in the story. For her, it looks so intimidating and mature, but on you, it feels misplaced yet intriguing.

For a boy wearing this… Are you really allowed to enjoy this simple pleasure?

Surely, others would point their harsh, pointing fingers at you and say accusatory words about you not conforming to traditional gender norms.

Thus, that hesitant smile of yours faltered slightly. And was immediately noticed by your older brother through the mirror, his expression softened with understanding.

Vil twisted the lipstick to its lowest point and put the cap back on, then settled it on the clean surface of the vanity table. He wrapped a gentle arm around your small shoulders, his head resting on yours, and meeting your sullen gaze.

"How do you feel?" he asked, rubbing soothing circles on your shoulder, as he patiently waited for you to open up.

You, on the other hand, shifted uncomfortably under his touch, still directing your gaze to the bold red lipstick on your lips until it carefully lifted to see your whole face in the mirror. Your lips slightly pursed, as if contemplating your next words. "I… don't know."

"I feel beautiful?" you added, shrugging slightly. "But also kind of..." There was a hint of uncertainty in your voice as you struggled to find the next right words to express your conflicting emotions. "Wrong?"

"Why? Is it because a boy like you shouldn't be indulging in something as frivolous as makeup?" Vil asked, raising an eyebrow.

You shifted again on the vanity chair. "Yeah... something like that," you mumbled, voice small. "Boys aren't supposed to wear stuff like this, right? It feels... weird."

Vil let out a soft, knowing scoff, his arm still draped gently around your shoulders. He reached for a nearby handkerchief on the vanity, dabbing lightly at the corner of your mouth where a bit of pigment had now strayed.

"Oh, my dear little brother," he began, his tone warm yet laced with the poised authority he carried even at his young age, "that kind of thinking is exactly what limits so many in this world. Makeup isn't reserved solely for women."

He quirked a brow, his hand flailing gracefully to prove a point. "It's an art form, a tool for self-expression and enhancement that has graced the faces of mages, nobles, and performers across the lands for centuries."

You blinked at him, still feeling the slight waxy texture of the lipstick on your lips. "But... everyone at school says—"

"Everyone at school says a great many things that are utterly nonsensical," Vil interrupted, his voice carrying that particular edge he got whenever he was about to deliver what he considered an important lesson. An older brother acting as the wise mentor.

He released your shoulders and stood from the vanity chair, pacing the small space of your shared bedroom with the dramatic flair of someone who had clearly been used to commanding attention on stage. "Do you think the great mages of old cared about what 'everyone' thought when they adorned their faces with ceremonial paints before battle? Do you think the nobles of the Queendom of Roses fret over trivial opinions when they powder their faces for court?"

You shook your head slowly, your eyebrows knitted together. "Exactly," Vil said, stopping his pacing to point a slender finger at you. "In the entertainment industry, makeup is as essential as a wand is to a mage. It transforms, it emphasizes, and it tells a story before a single word is even spoken."

He crossed his arms, tilting his chin up with that familiar haughty expression. "Those who scoff at men wearing makeup simply don't understand its importance. They lack the vision to see beyond their narrow perspectives, and frankly," he added with an unimpressed eye roll, "their opinions are hardly worth your concern."

Your older brother approached you again, kneeling down to meet your eyes at eye level. "Besides," he added, a genuine smile tugging at the corner of his painted lips, "if I'm being completely honest with you, the color suits you beautifully."

You felt heat creep up your cheeks at his words, and you quickly averted your gaze back to the mirror. And for a moment, when you looked past the uncertainty and the fear of judgment, you could almost see what your brother saw.

Somehow, everything seems strangely lighter in your reflection in the mirror, no longer seeing the negativity that once clouded your thoughts, but for its simple beauty.

"Really?" you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Vil's smile widened, his earlier intensity melting into something gentler. He rose to his full height and placed a hand on your head, ruffling your hair affectionately. "I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it," he said simply. "Believe me when I say this—"

"You're beautiful."

At the present time, your shoulders jumped at the sound of your older brother's voice.

You spun around so quickly that you nearly knocked over a bottle of setting spray on your vanity, your heart hammering against your ribs like a caged bird. There, leaning against the doorframe of your childhood bedroom with his arms crossed and a knowing smirk playing on his lips, stood Vil.

His blond hair was pulled back in its signature braid, though a few strands had escaped to frame his face. He was still wearing his Night Raven College uniform, the dark fabric impeccably pressed despite the long day he must have had. His violet eyes swept over you with an intensity that made you feel like you were standing under a spotlight.

"Vil!" you exclaimed, your voice cracking slightly. "I—I thought you had rehearsals today? And then there's that potions exam you've been stressing about for weeks—"

"I decided to use my time wisely," Vil interrupted, pushing himself off the doorframe and stepping into the room with the effortless grace that always seemed to follow him.

"Rehearsals can wait. The exam is tomorrow, and I've already reviewed the material three times over." He waved a dismissive hand, as if academic excellence and professional obligations were mere trifles. "Besides, I haven't seen you in person for nearly two weeks. I thought I'd spend my evening with someone actually worth my time."

Your heart swelled at his words, though you quickly masked it with a teasing scoff. "Wow, I'm honored. Truly."

"As you should be," Vil replied, his tone light, but his eyes had already drifted past you to the mirror, studying your reflection with the critical eye of someone who had spent years perfecting his craft.

The room fell quiet as he observed you. His expression shifted subtly, a slight furrow of his brows, a barely perceptible tilt of his head, then the corner of his mouth twitching upward in what you recognized as approval before settling into something more contemplative.

Oh no…

Your stomach dropped. "What?" you asked, your voice tinged with anxiety, as you instinctively reached to touch your face. "Does it look off? I tried to follow some of the techniques you showed me, but I'm still not as good as you, and the blending around my eyes was really tricky, and I thought I fixed the contour, but maybe I didn't—"

"Relax," Vil said, holding up a hand to stop your rambling. He approached the vanity, standing behind you so that both of your reflections were visible in the mirror. His gaze swept over your face once more, analyzing every detail with surgical precision with a tinge of tenderness.

"You've improved significantly since the last time I saw you attempt a full face," he admitted, and you could hear the genuine pride laced beneath his measured words. "Your foundation matching is nearly flawless. The eyeshadow gradient is cohesive, which is more than I can say for most first-years at Pomefiore who think they can just slap on whatever color they find lying around."

Warmth bloomed in your chest at the praise, but you knew your brother well enough to sense there was more coming.

"However," Vil continued, and there it was, ignoring the tired sigh coming from you, "your blush placement is slightly too low. It drags your features downward instead of lifting them. And you've overdone the inner corner highlight, like a 'disco ball' rather than an 'ethereal glow'."

Your mouth went agape at his feedback; you then let out a dramatic groan, dropping your head into your hands. "Oh, come on! My makeup looks fine, what's there to critique?"

Vil scoffed, reaching down to gently tug your hands away from your face. "Oh, shush. Don't be so dramatic; I only just pointed out two errors." His eyes met yours in the mirror, and despite his teasing tone, there was undeniable warmth there. "The fact that I only have two points of improvement means you've come a long way, little brother."

You perked up slightly at that, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Really?"

"Really," Vil confirmed, smoothing down a stray hair on your head. "Now, come on," he tugged on your wrist to stand up, and then he added. "Father is inviting us for dinner, and knowing him, he'll be expecting us to be on time."

"But I'm not hungry—"

"I didn't ask," Vil cut in smoothly, already heading toward the door. He paused, glancing back at you over his shoulder with that familiar, commanding gaze. "You're coming with me. That's final."

Then your older brother gave you a look of eagerness. "Plus, it would be a waste not to show Father the progress you've made on your makeup."

You sighed in defeat. "Alright, alright. Just wait for me outside; I'll have to change—"

"Oh, that's where I don't trust you in that department."

"Wha—What do you mean??!"

[miraeofficial]

(writing this during my period hehe. TW: lohen unintentionally ragebaiting reader)

Imagine Lohen testing the period cramp simulator you ordered just to appease his bloodthirsty curiosity on how "terrible" and "painful" the actual period cramps are.

When the belt was finally attached to his hips, your lover entrusted you to control the intensity of the device as much as you pleased, as long as the pain was enjoyable.

So you started with baby steps, beginning with level one. Just a mild pulsating sensation, and that's about it. Lohen doesn't seem fazed, just bored. Giving you a look that said, "Is that all you've got?" while his head was cocked to the side and his smirk was taunting.

Encouraged (while also annoyed) by his unimpressed reaction, you slightly increased the intensity to level two. This time the pulsating sensation became more pronounced, but still bearable. Yet, your lover remained unfazed, his eyes still challenging you to push further.

He shakes his head, as if to say, "That's still not enough."

Your irritation was beginning to show now that you weren't also satisfied enough by his unaffected demeanor and wanted more of a reaction from him. You ramped up the intensity to its highest level, where the pulsations become almost overwhelming.

Your face contorted in a mix of anticipation and amusement at his unyielding stoicism. Surprisingly, Lohen hesitantly squirmed in his seat, a slight grimace crossing his features as he finally showed a crack in his cool facade. Finally!

The belt around his waist draws out a vibration enough to hear, seeing as the simulator motioned into waves. It was a small victory, but enough to satisfy your need for a reaction from him.

"How was it?"

Lohen looks at you, his face grimaced. "Babe, are period cramps really this painful?"

You let out an indignant huff, nodding. "Well, yeah—"

"Because," he drawled, leaning back despite the device making his abdomen twitch, "it really felt like having an upset stomach."

What the fuck did he say?

"Huh?"

Lohen, oblivious to the danger he had just stepped into, lifted a shoulder in a careless shrug.

"You know. Like when you eat something questionable and spend the next hour contemplating your life choices." He flashed you a crooked grin. "Unpleasant, certainly, but I wouldn't exactly classify it as the legendary agony you've all described."

He followed his sentence with an amused laugh; you didn't join in with his amusement. You just stared at him with a look that may quantify as an invitation for murder.

"Lohen."

"Yes, babe?"

"You mean to tell me..." You stared at him in disbelief, clutching the controller tighter. "You just compared my monthly suffering to food poisoning?"

His grin widened, somehow. "I'm saying," he corrected with infuriating confidence, "that perhaps you lot have a tendency to dramatize—"

Oh, you’re not listening to his bullshit anymore.

You launched the controller at his head. "YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" you screeched.

Lohen yelped and barely managed to catch it with one hand. "Wha—Hey?!"

"I swear I'm going to kill you!" You ran after your lover, who was now sprinting away in fear. For the first time, this is the only time Lohen feared death, no less from his lover.

"Lohen!" you shrieked, chasing after him through the hallway. "GET BACK HERE!"

Lohen nearly tripped over his own feet trying to put distance between himself and your rapidly approaching figure. Despite the simulator still strapped around his hips and set to maximum intensity, self-preservation apparently outweighed pain.

Now, he reached a dead end. Slowly, he turned his body to face you, with his arms innocently raised, and a pleading look in his eyes. But the belt buzzed violently, causing him to finally wince. He must have accidentally pressed the button to increase the intensity further.

"Oh, gods," he hissed, grabbing his abdomen for half a second before remembering you were trying to murder him. "Could we perhaps discuss this like civilized adults—?!"

"To hell with your civilized discussion!"

"Hey, hey, kids! What's the commotion here, eh?"

A booming voice abruptly cut through the chaos. Both of you froze, then turned your curious gazes to the familiar voice. Honestly, Lohen thought it was an angel coming to save him from his impending doom, but to his dismay, standing a few feet away was Varka.

Meanwhile, the Grand Master carefully took in the scene before him. Lohen, disheveled and pale, was clutching a mysterious controller while wearing some strange contraption around his waist. …Is that a period cramp simulator? Then you, breathing heavily with murder in your eyes.

Varka sighed. Must he be punished with unrowdy behavior even during his rare moments of peace? He slowly turned toward Lohen. "What did you say?"

Lohen straightened. "...I may have implied that period cramps aren't quite as devastating as they're often described."

The room went quiet.

Varka blinked once, and he gazed at you, who was also looking back at him with anticipation. Then he let out a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "...Son."

Lohen frowned. "What?"

"Whatever you did," Varka said, voice carrying the exhausted wisdom of a man who had clearly witnessed too many foolish decisions throughout his life, "you deserved it."

"What?"

He ignored Lohen's confused look as he turned to you, gently patting your shoulder. "Whatever you're trying to do, continue," he said, his tone filled with encouragement.

"Grand Master?!"

Your smile went wicked after receiving the green light of the Grand Master himself. "Gladly, Grand Master."

Varka looked at Lohen one last time, giving a mock shrug. "Could've saved yourself a lot of trouble if you just kept your mouth shut,"

[miraeofficial]

pls is he trying to rizz sakura— 😭😭

i mean who’s saying no to a man who can COOK?