Ros react when they mistake the mc for a girl when mc is just a ✨ beautiful boy with long hair ✨ ?
Thank you so much for the request, Anon! I hope these were kind of what you were looking for!
Vitalius/Astasus: He thinks it’s the coolest thing in the world - you look so pretty! He’s impressed with the patience it takes to grow out long hair, and he’s impressed with how well you take care of yourself.
He reaches up to his cropped hair, squinting when he can’t even grab a strand. “Do you think I can do that - grow out my hair?” He asks you. “Do you like that kind of thing? I can try it out if you want me to.”
Eratine: He will spit out whatever’s in his mouth whether it be a drink, food, or his own spit. He chokes. Literally can’t handle it - it was gross enough when he thought you were pretty for a girl. Pretty as a boy? His poor brain explodes. He can’t handle it.
He sputters, wiping at his burning face. “Who you trying to impress, new kid? This ain’t no runway! No one here to bat your eyes at! Go be prett - I mean ugly, somewhere else!”
Bernadine: Unimpressed - she’s seen prettier. If only you were the first boy she mistook for a girl at first, Nonnatus being the first. Though she is somewhat interested in the products you use on your hair.
She shrugs, not even bothering to look up from her book. “Your hair is nice, I guess. Do you use special products to care for it? I’ve heard certain oils are good for scalp health.” She appears to be immune to your charms.
Brigid/Hesychia: Ha! Finally, someone who actually cares about deportment! About time! The other boys just don’t get it! She will offer to brush your hair for you if you brush hers in return - she has various homemade oils and creams she uses on her skin that she’s excited to show you. She’ll even let you use some if you do her chores in return.
“A boy?” She asks, wonderment gleaming in her wide eyes. “Oh, what a God-send you are! Tell me your tricks - your hair is so long, and your face positively glows! Truly, what a breath of fresh air.”
Miki-Tane: He’s amazed - another one? Amazing. His mind is going a mile a minute with the pranks you could play on people. Pretty girls are a dime a dozen in Ehrenreich, but pretty boys? One of two, and the other one is no fun - his heart is racing. He’s excited.
“What, for real? That’s awesome - do the wardens know?” He asks, slitted eyes blown wide with excitement. “’Cause if they don’t, we can have some real fun, you and I.”
Diacinth: He’s too nervous to talk at the best of times, but you’re pretty? The stutter comes out in full force. You’re pretty and he mistook you for a girl? He wants to die from embarrassment. How could you ever forgive him? He wants to fade away. He’s worried he’s offended you beyond what could ever be forgiven, and won’t be able to get out a single word should you talk to him.
You try and approach him during study time in the library only for him to vanish from sight. He knocks over a table and a desk in his hurry to leave, promptly passing out the second he reaches the dorms.
Nonnatus: Ah, the original resident pretty boy. Honestly, he’s glad. Someone to take the mantle - one he never wanted - off his head. He’s got better things to do than put up with the antics of the others, and he’s more than glad to pawn them off to you. He’s embarrassed for all of two seconds before he’s guiding the more excitable students in your direction.
“Keep your distance,” he tells you, a blush crawling down his neck and tinting his ears. “I do not want the others to get ideas. Leave me be.”