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[the-ramshackle-prefect]

SPOT THE DIFFERENCE

[adxele]

UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN.

summary: when headmage Crowley announces he’s found a way to send you back home, you’re given only three days left at NRC. how will everyone spend their final moments with you?

a/n: i cried while writing this💔💔 i think i should stop writing angst for now (oh and btw, i made some mistakes where i call Crowley as a "headmaster" and a "headmage" please ignore them, i always make mistakes like that.😔) Idia and ortho aren’t mentioned here because i reached words limit. Idia and Ortho are here.

tags: F!reader, angst, no comfort.

The setting sun filters softly through the stained glass windows of Night Raven College’s grand hall. Everyone from all dorms: Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde and Diasomnia, are gathered, murmuring in low tones. A mysterious announcement had been called, and the atmosphere is tense with uncertainty.

Grim stands beside Y/N, unusually quiet. She glanced down at him, concerned, but he won’t meet her eyes.

Then, the heavy doors creak open. Headmaster Crowley, with his usual flair, swoops dramatically into the room and clears his throat.

"Ahem! Students of Night Raven College, thank you for assembling on such short notice. I have... news. Tremendous news. Bittersweet, one might say."

Y/N’s brows furrow, heart thudding.

Crowley continuing, solemn. "After months — nay, years — of exhaustive research, consultations with magical experts, and far too many sleepless nights... I have finally found a way to send our dear Y/N back to her world."

The hall falls into a stunned silence.

Eyes widen.

Jaws drop.

Y/N stood there, stunned. A whirlwind of emotion brews inside her — gratitude, love, fear, longing.

Crowley steps forward once more.

"The portal shall be ready within three days. Until then... please, spend time with her. Make her final days here unforgettable."

- GRIM:

The Grand Hall was suffocating with silence, and Grim sat perched atop the marble railing beside Y/N, swishing his tail lazily, until Crowley opened his mouth.

“...Y/N will be returning to her world in three days.”

That's all he heard. Grim’s ears twitched.

His head turned toward Crowley.

Then toward Y/N.

Then back again.

"...H-Huh?"

Laughter, small, nervous, hopeful, bubbled out of him. "Heh... Good one, Crowley! Real funny! You're always sayin’ weird stuff like that." He looked up at Y/N, nudging her arm. “Right, henchhuman? You’d tell me if you were leavin’... right?”

But Y/N didn’t say anything. Her hands were trembling.

And Grim’s world split.

“No. No, no, no. NO! You’re not goin’ anywhere! That—That stupid mirror or portal or whatever is just messin’ up again, right?!”

He jumped off the railing and ran to her front, claws clenched, fur fluffed in panic. His eyes were wide, glassy. “You can’t leave me behind! Who’s gonna wake me up every morning? Who’s gonna fix my bow?! Who’s gonna pull me away when I almost burn down the alchemy lab?!”

Y/N stepped forward, trying to speak, but Grim stepped back, his voice cracking like glass.

“I thought we were partners... We were supposed to stay together until we found a way to get ya home, but not like this! Not so sudden! Not without a plan!”

The students around them murmured, giving them space. But Grim only saw Y/N.

“...You’re really goin’, huh?”

She nodded, and for a moment, the little monster went silent.

Then he turned away.

Day One:

Grim sulked in his bed, back turned to Y/N.

Every time she got close, he mumbled excuses like, “Tired,” “Not hungry,” “Go away.”

But that night, when she returned from seeing the others, she found him curled into a ball in her blanket. His ears twitched when he heard her steps.

“I didn’t mean to yell,” he mumbled, voice muffled. “I was just scared...”

She sat beside him and stroked his fur.

“...Can you just stay here tonight?” he whispered.

Y/N didn’t answer. She simply laid beside him, and he pressed his back against her chest like he did during their first week at NRC.

Day Two:

Grim woke up early, digging through the dorms, rambling to himself.

“Maybe we can talk to Azul! He always has shady deals! Or—or Leona, maybe he knows some fancy magic! Even Malleus! He’s super strong!”

He sprinted to every corner of the campus, asking professors, ghosts, even Mr. Sam. He was desperate.

But all answers were the same: the mirror has opened, and it won’t stay long.

That night, when he came home exhausted, dirt on his paws and a hopeless look in his eyes, he curled up in Y/N’s lap. He didn’t cry.

But he trembled the whole time.

Day Three:

He refused to get out of bed until Y/N tickled him with smile on her face.

“I’m not sayin’ goodbye,” he muttered. “I don’t care if today’s the last day. I’m not.”

But he still followed her everywhere. Sat on her shoulder. Stared down anyone who made her tear up.

At night, when the stars came out, he asked softly:

“Will you remember me? Even if you go back?”

And when she nodded with teary eyes, he whispered:

“I’ll wait here. I don’t care if it takes years. I’ll wait.”

- RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS:

The moment Crowley’s words echoed through the Grand hall, a stunned silence fell over the group. Among the gathered students, Riddle stood still, his gloved hands tightening around the hem of his coat. His crimson eyes flickered toward Y/N, who stood by Grim, just as surprised as the rest.

She was going home.

Back to her own world.

Back to where he could no longer reach her.

A thousand thoughts swarmed his strict, rule-bound mind, but for once, none of them were about decorum or regulations. Instead, it was just one word looping in his head:

Leaving.

When the students were dismissed and people dispersed to process the news, Riddle lingered behind for a while, then quietly excused himself, walking alone with practiced posture, but his strides were slower than usual. More thoughtful.

That evening, he sent Y/N a message:

“Would you allow me the honor of your time tomorrow? There are a few places I’d like to visit with you before your departure. — Riddle”

Day One:

Riddle met her at the rose garden. The blooms were still awake in the warm light of afternoon, red and pristine, his favorite. He offered her a basket.

“It’s... a tea basket,” he said, voice gentler than his usual commanding tone. “I made the scones myself. Trey supervised, don’t worry.”

They shared tea beneath the pergola. Riddle listened as Y/N chatted, her eyes bright as she described her favorite spots in NRC and silly memories with Grim. He watched her, memorizing the way her laughter filled the garden like birdsong. He only spoke when it was quiet, sipping his tea.

“I used to believe emotions were... distractions. But being with you, seeing how you care for others, even Grim... It changed me, Y/N. I never told you that.”

Her eyes widened at the confession. His cheeks turned faintly pink.

“I don’t want to say goodbye ungracefully. So I’ll spend these next days thanking you, properly.”

Day Two:

Riddle brought her to Heartslabyul’s kitchen early that morning. Just him and her, aprons on, baking a strawberry tart together from scratch.

“Don’t laugh, but this is harder than alchemy,” he muttered, voice strained as dough stuck to his hands.

Y/N laughed anyway, offering help, guiding his hands over the crust. When their fingers brushed, he flinched slightly, then smiled.

After the tart was done, they sat on the balcony of the dorm, sharing slices.

“I will write,” Riddle said softly, setting his fork down. “If the Headmage truly does find a way for us to send letters across worlds, I promise, you’ll receive mine first.”

Day Three:

Their final day was quiet.

Riddle took her to a hidden area of the campus, an untouched garden only he knew of. He laid out a blanket beneath a cherry tree, the petals lazily drifting in the breeze.

“This is where I go when I want to think,” he told her. “When I’m overwhelmed. You... helped me find peace in chaos. So I wanted to share this with you.”

As the sun began to lower, casting golden hues over the sky, Riddle hesitated, then reached out and gently held her hand.

“I am not very good at expressing myself without sounding rehearsed,” he murmured. “But know this, your presence has meant more to me than I can possibly say. Your absence will be... difficult.”

Y/N squeezed his hand. “I’ll miss you too, Riddle.”

They sat there for a long time, just watching the sunset.

Back in his room, Riddle opened a pristine red envelope. Inside was a letter sealed with Heartslabyul wax, his first message for her, ready to be given the moment a way to reach her appeared.

With trembling fingers, he wrote the first line:

“To the person who brought warmth to my rule-bound heart...”

He stared out his window at the stars, whispering into the quiet,

“Don’t forget me, Y/N.”

- TREY CLOVER:

When Crowley made the announcement, Trey stood silently at first, arms folded and eyes slightly downcast. Unlike some of the louder students who gasped or shouted in disbelief, Trey’s sorrow settled in his chest like a slow, heavy weight. He had always been the calm, grounded one, the reliable upperclassman, the gentle older brother figure everyone leaned on.

But now, he was the one who felt unsteady.

Trey had known that Y/N wasn't from this world. From the beginning, he had understood that her time at NRC was borrowed. Still... that didn’t make it any easier to accept.

After the crowd dispersed, Trey stayed behind in the hall, gazing quietly out one of the tall stained-glass windows. “So, she’s really going back...”

He knew he couldn’t let himself waste these last moments. If anything, he wanted to show her how much her presence had meant, without pressuring her, without making it heavier than it already was.

Day One:

Trey invited Y/N to the Heartslabyul kitchen under the pretense of needing help with a "tea ceremony trial menu." When she arrived, he was already setting up ingredients for strawberry tarts, apple pie, and fluffy vanilla scones.

“No experiments today. Just the classics,” he said with a soft smile. “Figured we’d make your favorites.”

As they baked together, the warm smells of butter and sugar surrounded them like a memory. Trey would occasionally glance over at her, smiling when flour dusted her nose, laughing gently when she swatted at him with a spoon.

When the tarts were in the oven and they sat at the prep counter sipping tea, he finally said it.

“I’ll miss this. Miss... you,” Trey said, his voice steady but low. “You made this chaotic school feel a little more like home. For a lot of us.”

Y/N looked at him quietly, touched.

“I thought I’d just be someone you knew in passing,” he added. “But... I hope I was more than that.”

“You were,” she replied sincerely. “You still are.”

Day Two:

Trey guided her through Heartslabyul’s famous hedge maze during golden hour. The two of them walked at an unhurried pace, the setting sun casting long shadows and soft glows over the winding hedges.

“I used to come here alone when I needed to think,” Trey said. “But it feels better walking with you.”

At a small clearing near a rose-covered archway, he had prepared a simple surprise, a folded picnic blanket, a small basket with baked apple turnovers, and a single crimson rose.

“No big speech. Just wanted you to know that I appreciate every day you’ve been here.”

As they sat and watched the sky darken, their shoulders brushing lightly, Trey allowed himself the rare luxury of being openly sentimental.

“If you ever forget this world... I hope you still remember the warmth we shared.”

Day Three:

That morning, Trey found her in the Heartslabyul rose garden, plucking some petals to press between pages.

“I’m not bothering you, am I?” he asked as he stepped in.

Y/N shook her head with a soft smile. “Not at all. Want to help me pick the prettiest ones?”

He joined her quietly, both of them gently snipping flowers and setting them aside. At some point, he carefully placed a perfectly shaped white rose in her hair.

“Looks better there than in a vase,” he murmured.

Later, they made tea together in Heartslabyul’s common room. He pulled out an old album of House of Clover traditions—handwritten recipes, funny snapshots, doodles from his younger siblings.

“Don’t laugh at the handwriting,” he warned, but smiled as she giggled anyway.

They ended the evening sitting on the steps of the dorm, sipping warm tea and watching the stars emerge.

“Thank you,” she said softly.

“For what?”

“For being someone I could always lean on here.“

Trey looked at her, gaze lingering. Then he smiled gently and clinked his teacup against hers.

“Right back at you.”

- CATER DIAMOND:

The moment Crowley made his announcement, Cater’s usual sparkling smile faltered—just for a second.

“W-Wait, for real? Headmage, you’re not just pulling a dramatic prank for reactions, right...?” His voice had a nervous laugh, but his green eyes were fixed on the headmage’s face, searching for signs of a joke.

But there was none.

Y/N was going home. For real this time.

And suddenly, the glamor of Magicam filters, trendy hairstyles, and cafe dates felt... muted.

Once Crowley left, Cater stood frozen for a beat, his mind racing with memories: group selfies, teasing messages, spontaneous snack runs, watching her laugh when he dragged her into bizarre campus trends. The idea that all of it would just... stop?

He didn’t want her to see the sting in his chest. So, as always, Cater smiled.

“Three days, huh?” he said quietly, then nodded, almost to himself. “Okay. Let’s make ‘em totally unforgettable!”

Day One:

Cater found Y/N that morning, donning his best pastel look with hearts subtly dyed into his hairline. He brought a box full of quirky accessories.

“Okay babe! Today’s mission, Magicam Model Day! I’ve been saving these filters for someone worthy.”

He took her all around NRC, each spot more aesthetic than the last. They posed in front of Heartslabyul’s rose maze, took goofy pictures with oversized mushrooms in the woods, and even convinced Grim to wear a sparkly headband for a few.

They laughed until their sides hurt, and when the sun started dipping, Cater pulled out his phone again.

“One more selfie,” he said softly, leaning closer. “So I can scroll back to this moment.. whenever I miss you.”

Y/N’s eyes widened at the vulnerability in his voice.

Day Two:

Cater invited her to the greenhouse. Not to take photos, just to sit under the tree.

“I never really bring people here,” he admitted, brushing petals off a bench for her. “It’s kinda my place to just, breathe, y’know?”

They sat in the filtered light, surrounded by gentle blooms and buzzing bees, sipping sweet hibiscus tea he’d made.

“I know I act all chill and sparkle,” he said, twisting a flower between his fingers, “but when people leave... it kinda breaks something in me. Like a piece of a song getting deleted.”

Y/N didn’t speak. She just reached out and held his hand.

Cater squeezed back.

“Thanks for staying as long as you did. You being here, it really helped me stay me.”

Day Three:

Instead of pretending nothing was happening, Cater made the most Cater move ever: he threw her an “Un-Birthday Bash” in the Heartslabyul common room.

“We never got to celebrate your actual birthday properly, sooo—surprise!”

There were balloons, tiny cupcakes, a music playlist of all her favorites, and hand-picked “photo booth props” for selfies with every guest.

They danced, played card games with Riddle, and even did a karaoke duet where Cater harmonized a bit too dramatically on purpose to make her laugh.

As the evening settled, he walked her back toward Ramshackle.

The glow of the party behind them, stars ahead.

“I won’t say goodbye yet,” Cater whispered, glancing up. “But when the time comes, just know, you made this world sparkle a little brighter.”

And for once, he didn’t pull out his phone.

He just looked at her, and kept that final image in his heart.

- DEUCE SPADE:

The moment Crowley made the announcement, Deuce's entire body tensed. His hand, which had been mid-fixing his robes, froze in the air.

“She’s... leaving?” he repeated, almost dumbly.

His voice wasn’t loud, but the weight behind those words made his throat tight. He wasn’t ready. Not even close. Y/N had been a part of his daily life, from early morning breakfast runs to study sessions in the library, to exchanging proud smiles after a class they both succeeded in. She grounded him. She encouraged him. She believed in him.

And now... she was going to be gone.

He quietly stepped outside the room after the announcement, pretending he had something else to do, but truthfully, he just needed to gather himself.

Day One:

Deuce found her in the courtyard where she usually sat reading. He awkwardly stood nearby for a moment, then walked over with his hands clenched at his sides.

“Hey, um... I was wondering if you wanted to go for a ride on my Magical Wheel?” he asked, voice just a bit more rushed than usual. “Just... around campus. I thought maybe we could talk.”

Y/N smiled warmly and accepted.

As they rode around, wind brushing past them, Deuce glanced at her from the corner of his eye. “I... I don’t want you to go,” he admitted quietly. “I know it’s selfish, but.. you made me feel like I wasn’t just some delinquent trying to fix himself. You made me feel like I’m already becoming the person I want to be.”

He didn’t look at her right away, but when she gently touched his shoulder and told him she was proud of him, his heart just about gave out.

Day Two:

Deuce took her to his favorite training spot, where he normally sparred or worked on his spellcasting form. But today wasn’t about training.

He had made a small bento box for the two of them (though it was a bit clumsy, and the onigiri were lopsided). “I wanted to show you something simple. Just.. how I spend my days.”

They sat under the tree and ate quietly. Then, Deuce surprised her with a small flower he picked. “I know it’s not much, but I... I wanted to give you something before you go.”

She accepted it with a fond look that made his ears turn pink.

Day Three:

He asked to spend the day in the library with her, despite it being a weekend. Not because he wanted to study, but because he remembered how often they would end up sharing tables and trading notes.

He showed her his newest notes, his handwriting slightly neater than before. “I’m trying to be more disciplined. I thought... if I could show you how much I’ve improved, maybe it’d be something you’d take with you when you leave.”

As she helped him label things and organize, they shared light jokes. Deuce laughed more than usual, and a few times, he paused just to look at her, trying to burn the sight of her into memory.

At the end of the day, he offered her his pen, his favorite one, with a little cracked lightning sticker on it.

“It’s not much,” he said softly, “but... it’s from me. So maybe when you use it, you’ll remember me too.”

- ACE TRAPPOLA:

When Crowley made the announcement, Ace stood frozen in place.

He laughed at first. "Hah?! Real funny, Headmage."

But no one else laughed. His heart dropped.

His hands curled into fists by his sides, and he turned his face away, jaw clenched tightly. "Tch... so it’s actually happening..."

Grim, standing beside Y/N, gave him a hesitant look. "Ace..."

"Don’t," Ace muttered, walking off without another word. He couldn’t face Y/N right away, not when it felt like the ground had been yanked from under his feet.

The moment the Headmage dismissed them, Ace didn’t follow the others. He walked straight past Deuce, ignored Cater calling out to him, and went outside toward the Mirror Chamber steps.

“...Oi. Don’t just pretend like nothing happened.”

Y/N had come after him. Her voice soft. Too soft. The kind of softness that made Ace's chest clench painfully.

He turned around, hands jammed in his pockets, the sun setting behind him in warm gold.

“You’re really going back?” he asked, not looking at her directly.

Y/N nodded slowly.

“In three days,” she whispered.

Ace scoffed. “Wow. Three days. That’s barely enough time for me to beat your score in Magical Rummy.”

She smiled gently. “Guess you’ll have to hurry, then.”

Ace stayed quiet for a moment. Then he mumbled, “...I’m not gonna beg you to stay.”

Y/N blinked. “I know.”

“But I’m also not gonna pretend this doesn’t suck.”

He looked up at her finally, and his eyes were wet. Barely. But they were.

“Then,” he muttered and walked past her, nudging her shoulder like always. “You owe me a rematch. And some ice cream. Don't think you can disappear without paying me back.”

Day One:

Ace didn’t take her anywhere too flashy. He just grabbed two ice cream cones from the cafeteria and dragged her up to the library rooftop where they used to sneak off after hard exams.

The stars were starting to come out, and they sat side-by-side with their legs dangling off the edge.

“Hey,” he said, voice more serious now. “I kept thinking... You’ve been here through everything. Since day one. And now you’re just gonna.. poof. Gone.”

He laughed bitterly. “That’s so unfair.”

Y/N stayed silent, not knowing what to say.

Then, he turned to her and said, “So I’m not gonna waste these three days being mad or sulking, okay? I’m gonna be with you every second. You hear me? Every second.”

“...Okay,” she said softly.

“I’m gonna annoy you, make you laugh, maybe cry a little if I feel like it. You’re gonna remember me. When you go back home, you better remember me.”

She gave a watery laugh. “How could I forget?”

Ace looked away quickly and muttered, “You better not meet any other guys over there. I’ll—I'll jump worlds if I have to.”

Y/N blinked. “..What?”

“Nothing!” he shouted way too fast, flustered. “Just... eat your damn ice cream!”

But then his voice softened again.

“...Don’t go too far tonight. Let’s stay up, yeah? I don’t wanna waste time sleeping.”

Day Two:

Ace didn’t want today to feel like some grand goodbye. That wasn’t his style.

So, he pretended it wasn’t.

He woke up early and waited outside Ramshackle dorm, casually leaning against the tree with his hands in his pockets like he just happened to be passing by.

When Y/N stepped out with Grim yawning on her shoulder, he grinned like usual.

“Yo. You’re finally up, huh? I’ve been waiting forever.”

“Did we have plans today?” Y/N tilted her head.

Ace clicked his tongue playfully. “Tch, now you ask? Don’t you know I’m always gonna make plans when it comes to you?”

Grim rolled his eyes. “You better not be dragging her into another prank.”

“No pranks. Just fun,” Ace replied with a wink.

He brought her everywhere, to the basketball courts, to the cafeteria (even though it wasn’t mealtime), and the lounge where Heartslabyul hosted tea parties, even though it was technically off-limits.

They raced each other through the halls, and he let her win (just barely).

They played cards under a tree and argued over who was cheating.

They shared a snack he’d “borrowed” from the kitchen, half of it messily stuffed into Y/N’s mouth as they laughed too hard to chew.

At some point, when the sun was hanging lower in the sky, they sat near the Mirror Chamber. The doors glimmered in the distance.

“...Hey,” he said suddenly, quieter this time.

Y/N looked at him. “Hm?”

“Tomorrow’s gonna suck, huh?”

She was quiet, then nodded.

He didn’t say anything for a while. Just sat there, arms resting on his bent knees, watching nothing in particular.

“You ever think,” Ace muttered, “that if we were in the same world... things would’ve been different?”

Y/N turned to him gently. “Different how?”

“I dunno.” He huffed and flopped onto the grass. “Just... less countdowns. Less thinking about the time running out. I wouldn’t have to act like everything’s fine when I just wanna—”

He stopped himself.

Y/N blinked. “You just wanna...?”

“...Nothing. It’s stupid.”

She leaned over him. “You always say that when you mean something genuine.”

“...Tch. Can’t get anything past you.”

He looked up at her. The sunlight lit her hair, soft and golden. Her eyes reflected the sky.

“I just wanna have more days like this,” he said, finally. “No reason. No goodbye around the corner. Just... hanging out. With you.”

Y/N’s gaze softened. “Me too.”

They didn’t talk about goodbyes for the rest of the day.

They went back to the dorms late, walking side by side in silence. He didn’t hold her hand. He didn’t hug her.

But just before she walked through the door, Ace turned around.

“Y/N.”

She stopped.

He stared at her, brows furrowed.

“...You better remember me, okay?”

Y/N blinked. “Of course I will, Ace.”

“I’m serious. If you forget, I’ll—I’ll find a way to annoy you from across dimensions or something.”

Y/N laughed. “That sounds like you.”

Ace grinned... but his voice was small when he replied, “Yeah.”

Then he left, quickly, like if he lingered too long, something would crack.

Day Three:

Their last day was spent running around campus.

Not for classes. Not for chores. But just to do everything they hadn’t done yet.

They made a list.

• Sneak into Vargas’s office and doodle mustaches on his posters ✔

• Try every mystery snack at Sam’s shop ✔

• Feed the koi in the garden and name them stupid names ✔

• Have a contest to see who could run up the spiral stairs to the library first (Ace won, but he claimed a “victory kiss” and got smacked with a book) ✔

In the evening, they sat at the fountain where it all began. The sky was painted in oranges and pinks, and fireflies danced around them.

Ace looked at her, chin resting on his palm. "If there's ever a way you can come back.. you'd visit, right?"

Y/N nodded with a soft smile. "Of course."

"...Promise?"

"I promise."

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pressed his forehead against her shoulder, and closed his eyes.

"...You better not break that promise, Y/N."

And for once, he said her name seriously.

- LEONA KINGSCHOLAR:

Leona had just finished his afternoon nap under the shade of a tree in the Botanical Gardens when he was told Crowley made an official announcement: Y/N was finally going back home.

He scoffed, rolling onto his side with a growl low in his throat.

"Tch. Took him long enough to figure it out."

But that casual front wasn’t fooling anyone.

Even Ruggie, walking by with a basket of fruit, noticed the shift in Leona’s gaze. His emerald eyes weren’t lazy now, they were tense, focused, just barely hiding the emotion welling under the surface.

“...So she’s leaving, huh,” he muttered. “Heh. Figures.”

He didn’t go rushing to her or make some grand statement about her departure. But the truth hit him harder than he expected.

He wasn’t ready to say goodbye.

Day One:

Leona didn't approach Y/N until much later that day. He found her sitting on the edge of the herb patch, humming softly while reading a book Grim had abandoned beside her.

“You gonna keep sitting there like a plant all day?” he called lazily, hands in his pockets.

Y/N looked up, surprised. “Leona? You’re actually awake?”

“Tch, funny.” He walked over and collapsed beside her without asking. “Thought I’d give the gardens one last look before they get boring again.”

She raised a brow. “Are you saying I make the gardens fun?”

“I’m saying...” He glanced at her, then away, ears twitching. “It’s quieter when you’re around. Even with Grim.”

Y/N laughed quietly. “That almost sounded like a compliment.”

“Don’t push it.”

Still, they stayed there, talking, bickering softly, exchanging stories under the setting sun. At some point, Leona dozed off again with his head resting on her lap. She didn’t move. Just carded her fingers gently through his hair.

Day Two:

Leona didn’t ask Y/N to spend the next day with him, he just showed up at her dorm like it was already planned.

“Come on, herbivore. We’re going.”

“Going where?”

“To the kitchen. You’re gonna help me make dinner.”

“...Wait, you cook?”

“No. You do. I’m supervising.”

Eventually, Y/N found herself in the kitchens of Savanaclaw with Ruggie assisting. They made spicy herb-roasted meat, vegetable skewers, and a sweet almond pastry Leona remembered from his childhood.

The three of them sat around on the stone steps outside afterward. Ruggie teased the two relentlessly.

“Aww, Leona’s actually sharing food? Must be true love.”

Leona didn’t respond. He just leaned against Y/N, arm resting behind her on the steps, eyes watching the stars.

“You’re not a bad cook,” he mumbled.

“Thanks,” she replied softly. “I’ll miss this.”

“...Yeah. Me too.”

Day Three:

The day was quiet. Leona didn’t seek her out until the evening, just before the sun began to fall behind the mountains.

He found her on the field behind NRC, watching the wind stir the tall grass.

“I figured you’d be out here,” he said, coming up beside her.

“You know me that well?”

“Better than you think.”

There was no teasing today. Just a long pause between them.

“...So you’re really going,” Leona said at last, his voice calm but quieter than usual. “Back to where you came from.”

Y/N nodded, hands folded in front of her. “Tomorrow morning.”

“Right.”

He let the silence sit there. Then, he turned to her.

“...I was gonna say something dramatic. Something like ‘Don’t forget me,’ or ‘I’ll come find you someday.’ But I won’t say it.”

She looked up at him with a soft expression.

“Why not?”

Leona met her eyes. “Because you’ll remember me anyway. You don’t forget kings.”

“...You’re not just a king, Leona,” she whispered.

He smirked, stepping closer, brushing a hand against her hair. “Heh. And you’re not just some lost herbivore.”

He pulled her into a slow, warm embrace, one arm around her shoulders, holding her tighter than he’d ever admit. The kind of hug that said: I wish this wasn’t goodbye.

And just before he pulled away, he murmured,

“...Get home safe, Y/N.”

- RUGGIE BUCCHI:

When Crowley announced the news, Ruggie had been halfway through biting into a meat bun. He choked.

“Cough—Wait, whaddya mean, she’s leaving?! Like—really leaving?!”

The idea of Y/N not being around anymore didn’t sit well with him. She wasn’t just some outsider anymore, she was part of NRC’s chaos, part of their group, his life. He'd come to like her presence in a way he didn't quite expect. Her warmth, her voice, the way she helped others without ever asking for anything back… That kind of person didn’t just walk into your life every day.

After Crowley left, Ruggie leaned against a pillar in the courtyard, arms crossed, tail low. “Tch.. hyena luck, huh? Just when things were gettin’ good...”

But he didn’t want to mope around.

If she only had three days left, then he was going to make them count.

Day One:

Ruggie found her near the greenhouse, her fingers brushing the edge of a flower. She hadn’t heard yet.

“Oi, Y/N!” he called, waving. “How ‘bout we sneak up to the cafeteria rooftop? I got snacks~”

She blinked in surprise but smiled. “Sure... but how did you even get access to the rooftop?”

Ruggie winked. “I have my ways.”

They sat on a worn blanket he’d swiped from Leona’s stash, with handpicked pastries and bottled juice between them. The sun was warm. A breeze danced through her hair.

“Man, you’re gonna miss this place someday,” Ruggie said, passing her a bun. “All the food, chaos, Grim’s screeching...”

Y/N laughed softly. “Yeah... I might.”

He didn't tell her what he knew. Instead, he made her laugh as much as he could.

He wanted to remember her like that, smiling against golden skies.

Day Two:

“C’mon, c’mon! The Saturday market’s open!”

Ruggie dragged her down the halls by the hand, his ears perked, tail wagging just a bit. They slipped through a side gate onto the outer NRC grounds, where the staff had opened a temporary student market for clubs.

Y/N giggled as Ruggie bartered for a stuffed lion plush. “You really didn’t have to get this...”

“I didn’t pay for it,” he grinned, showing her a “Buy one, get one free” ticket. “Leverage, Y/N. Leverage.”

She ended up with a handmade bracelet from the Art Club, a sweet apple juice from Heartslabyul’s booth, and a seashell carved into a cat face from Octavinelle.

“Take these with you,” he said when they sat down on a bench, his voice quieter than usual. “You know, just in case you ever forget how awesome I am.”

“...Ruggie.”

He smirked. “What? Can’t let ya go without a piece of the hyena, right?”

Day Three:

Ruggie didn’t want to make the last day a big deal. That wasn't his style.

He found her on the dorm’s back steps, where the moonlight dipped through the trees.

He sat beside her, handing over a lukewarm meat bun. “One last NRC special.”

“...Thanks,” she whispered, the moonlight touching her features.

They talked about nonsense, professors, dorm drama, Leona’s nap schedule, Grim’s furball problem. He wanted to keep it light.

But when the conversation dipped into silence, Ruggie finally glanced her way.

“Hey... Just so you know... I’m really glad you got stuck here,” he said quietly, his eyes half-lidded but sincere. “It was fun, havin’ someone like you around.”

She turned to look at him, the emotion in her eyes betraying that she knew the truth by now.

“...Me too, Ruggie.”

He rubbed the back of his neck and stood up. “Welp. Guess I better go before I start sounding all sappy and gross.”

She laughed.

And as he turned to go, he gave her one last look over his shoulder.

“...Don’t forget me, yeah?”

- JACK HOWL:

When Crowley announced that Y/N would be returning to her world, Jack stood completely still.

He wasn’t as loud as some others, no dramatic gasps or cries, but something subtle shifted in his expression. His ears twitched once, and his jaw clenched tightly.

He didn’t say much at first. Just stared at the ground, his hands balled into fists at his sides.

"You’re really... leaving?" he finally asked her later, quietly, after the others had left Grand Hall.

His voice was low, almost rough. Not out of anger, but because he was holding back the wave of emotions pressing against his chest. Jack wasn’t good at showing feelings. He hated being vulnerable, but this, this felt like a punch to the gut.

Y/N had been someone steady. Kind. Strong in ways that others didn’t notice. She understood him, respected him, and never treated him like some “cool wolf” stereotype. She listened. She encouraged. She laughed at his dry jokes. She scolded him when he pushed himself too hard.

And now she was going home.

Day One:

Jack waited for her outside Ramshackle early that morning, ears perked, tail still.

When she opened the door in her hoodie, a bit sleepy-eyed but smiling, he offered a small nod.

"You said you wanted to try running a full lap around campus with me, right? Let's do it today."

And they did.

He didn’t push her pace. He adjusted to hers. They jogged quietly, breathing in sync, the rhythm of their footsteps grounding them both. When she got tired, they walked a little. They passed the fields, the lake, and the training grounds.

"Jack... are you mad at me?" she asked at one point, soft.

He blinked and looked at her, shaking his head.

"No. Never. I'm just... I dunno. I don't know how to say all this stuff right. But I'm glad I met you."

And that was enough.

Day Two:

Y/N found Jack waiting near the cactus greenhouse with two servings of cactus-and-mint ice cream.

"Got you one. You kept saying you wanted to try it, remember?" he said, ears twitching as he handed it to her, avoiding her eyes.

They ate on the stairs leading to the gym, enjoying the cool shade. Jack talked a little more today. About the parts of his hometown he wanted to show her if she ever visited. About the desert races. His brothers. The stories from his tribe.

Then, he asked her to train with him. Just for fun. She’d always watched but never joined.

They sparred gently, he taught her footwork, let her push him back a few times on purpose, all while giving her tips.

And when she tripped and landed in the grass, laughing, he chuckled for real.

It wasn’t often that Jack Howl smiled, but that day, he did.

Day Three:

Jack met her after breakfast and asked, “Come with me?”

He brought her to the small hidden garden near the cliffs behind NRC, the one he had stumbled on weeks ago during one of his morning runs. It was quiet, filled with wind, sky, and tall grass.

He had carved her initials on one of the old tree stumps near the edge, next to his. Simple, but meaningful.

“I didn’t know what else to give you. But if you ever think about this place... you’ll know you left something behind.”

Y/N gently brushed her hand over the carving. “Thank you.”

Jack stood beside her as the wind brushed through their hair. He didn’t reach for her hand, didn’t hug her, he wasn’t the type. But his presence was strong and reassuring, like a solid wall she could always lean on.

“Jack,” she whispered, “I’ll miss you.”

He turned his head toward her, his golden eyes steady.

“Me too.”

And he meant every word of it.

- AZUL ASHENGROTTO:

When Crowley made the announcement, Azul stood still for a moment. His gloved hands clenched slightly, and although his expression remained mostly composed, Jade and Floyd, who knew him better than anyone, could see the faint tremble in his fingers and the way his eyes flicked toward the floor.

"She's... going back," he muttered, almost to himself. It wasn’t shock. He had prepared for the possibility of Y/N returning home one day, but that didn’t make it any easier to accept.

Azul adjusted his glasses and forced a calm smile. “Well then... I suppose it was only a matter of time. She doesn’t belong in this world forever, after all.”

But when he returned to the Lounge that evening, he spent an hour alone in his office, fingers unmoving on a blank contract form.

Day One:

Azul approached her during a quiet afternoon.

“I hope you haven’t made plans tomorrow,” he said gently, “because I would very much like to treat you to a special dinner. Just the two of us. I have a few dishes I think you’d enjoy.”

Y/N blinked, smiling warmly. “I’d love to. That sounds perfect.”

The following evening, Azul reserved the entire second floor of the Mostro Lounge for her. Candles lit the dark aquarium walls, casting the room in soft blue light.

He personally brought each course to the table, smoked eel tartlets, oyster risotto, and her favorite dessert. Between each dish, they talked quietly: about school memories, her favorite stories, and even her thoughts on the ocean.

“I always imagined the sea would feel like a mystery I could never touch,” Y/N said wistfully. “But I think if I stayed here longer, I might’ve learned to swim in it.”

Azul’s hand tightened slightly on his glass. “If circumstances were different, I would’ve taught you.”

They didn’t say much else after that. He simply asked if he could walk her back, and when she agreed, he took the long route, just so he could spend a little more time beside her.

Day Two:

Azul rarely had time to go into town, but this time, he made an exception.

The second day, he invited her to the Lounge again, but not for food. This time, it was a surprise.

He handed her a small velvet box. “Consider this a parting gift.”

Inside was a beautiful bracelet with pearls and sea glass, each piece handpicked by Azul and enchanted to shimmer faintly under moonlight.

Y/N’s fingers brushed it softly. “It’s beautiful...”

Azul chuckled, a rare soft sound. “I suppose it’s a little sentimental, but... I wanted you to have something to remember me by.”

Y/N looked up, eyes glistening slightly. “Azul... I’ll never forget you.”

There was a pause, heavy, unspoken emotion in the air. Azul’s voice was low when he replied, “You’ve made that impossible for me.”

Day Three:

On the last day, Azul didn’t do anything extravagant. Instead, he invited her to a quiet part of campus where the two of them often passed by but never stopped to sit.

They sat beneath a willow tree by the lake, the warm sun casting shadows through the leaves.

“Do you regret coming here?” he asked after a long silence.

“No,” she answered without hesitation. “I think this place changed me. In a good way.”

Azul stared at the rippling water for a long time. Then: “You changed me, too. More than you know.”

Y/N tilted her head. “Azul—”

He interrupted her gently, giving her a rare, genuine smile. “I won’t ask you to stay. But I hope... if our worlds ever meet again, even by accident, you’ll still smile at me the way you do now.”

“I will,” she whispered. “Always.”

He didn’t say goodbye. He simply stood with her for a while longer, the wind playing with their hair, before he finally walked her back, one final time.

And when she was out of sight, he stayed there beneath the willow tree, letting the silence speak for everything his heart couldn’t.

- JADE LEECH:

When Crowley announced the news, Jade stood still for a long moment, the ever-present smile on his face faltering just slightly.

His mismatched eyes glinted with a strange light, something soft yet unreadable. The quiet hush in the air was broken only by the sound of a teacup being gently set down on its saucer.

"So... she's leaving," Jade murmured under his breath, fingers laced before his mouth in thought. “How very sudden.”

Despite how composed he remained outwardly, something inside him tightened. There was an odd ache, mild, but persistent. A disquieting thought that someone who had become such a curious, warm part of his routine would simply vanish. Like mist over the sea.

He gave Floyd a glance. His brother was silent but pouting. Jade, however, exhaled a breathy chuckle.

“I suppose we should not waste these final moments, then.”

Day One:

Jade approached Y/N at lunch with his usual elegance. She was sitting with Grim and a few friends, enjoying the sunlight in the courtyard.

“Ah, Prefect,” he greeted with a low bow, placing a delicate wildflower on her tray. “Might I borrow you this afternoon? I found a most interesting mushroom trail I believe you would enjoy. And I’ve prepared safety gear, of course.”

Y/N blinked, then laughed. “That sounds ominous. But sure.”

And so they went into the woods, nothing too dangerous, just Jade at his calmest, pointing out various flora and fungi. The more time passed, the more his smile softened, less like a show and more like something real.

“You know,” he said quietly as they walked along a mossy path, “I used to think your presence here was merely... entertaining.”

Y/N glanced over at him. “And now?”

His gaze lingered on her face for a beat too long. Then he turned back toward the trees.

“Now I think it will be... unbearably quiet without you.”

Day Two:

Jade invited her to Mostro Lounge in the late evening. To her surprise, the Lounge was empty. The lights were dimmed, and the tanks glowed with gentle, ethereal blues and greens.

He guided her to a seat by the largest tank, where a small table was set for two.

“Floyd has the night off. Azul agreed to lend the space to me for the evening,” he explained, gesturing for her to sit. “You’ve always looked so fascinated by the sea life. I thought it fitting.”

The meal was thoughtfully arranged: delicate dishes with vibrant, oceanic colors. It felt like a farewell feast, unspoken, but present.

At one point, Y/N asked, “Jade... are you really okay with me leaving?”

He looked at her for a moment, unblinking. Then he smiled softly.

“I do not believe ‘okay’ is the right word. But I am... grateful. For having met you at all. That will remain, even once you are gone.”

His voice was unusually warm. Honest.

And Y/N felt her heart squeeze.

Day Three:

He didn’t spend the entire day with her. Instead, Jade gifted her something unexpected that morning:

A hand-drawn map of the forest they explored. On it were tiny notes in his neat handwriting: "Moss here glows in moonlight", "Floyd fell into a puddle, caution", "Y/N laughed here."

He gave it to her without ceremony.

“In case the memory fades,” he said with a slight tilt of his head.

Later that evening, he sought her out one last time, just before the stars emerged in the NRC sky.

“I won’t say goodbye,” he murmured as he stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “You are not someone I could forget, Y/N.”

And then he leaned in.

He kissed her forehead and let his lips rest there for just a moment longer than appropriate.

“I do hope your world has things as wondrous as you.”

- FLOYD LEECH:

When Headmaster Crowley made the announcement, Floyd was uncharacteristically silent at first. His eyes, normally gleaming with mischief, were half-lidded with something unreadable. He stood in the back, hands in his pockets, chewing the inside of his cheek.

“Huh... So Shrimpy’s really gonna disappear from the aquarium, huh?”

That was all he said before quietly walking off. But the silence was more unsettling than any loud protest could have been.

Day One:

Floyd was nowhere to be found until midday. He suddenly appeared behind Y/N while she was walking to the courtyard with Grim, slinging his arm around her shoulders with a big, toothy grin.

“Shrimpyyyy~! I’ve been looking for you all morning! Let’s go for a walk~ I’m bored.”

It wasn’t up for debate. He practically dragged her off, ignoring Grim’s annoyed squawks and anyone else who tried to interfere. He brought her to the edge of the botanical garden, where the air was humid and still.

“Ne~ Y/N,” he drawled lazily, lying down on the mossy edge, “You’re not really gonna leave, are you?”

He didn’t look at her. He just stared at the sky through the glass panels.

“...It’s so boring without you. Don’t like it.”

She tried to explain that it wasn’t up to her. That she missed her home and family.

“Then I’ll go with you,” he suddenly said, twisting his neck to look at her. “You can’t stop me~ I’ll just sneak into your world like an eel in the pipes!”

Y/N laughed, and he grinned again, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Day Two:

Floyd didn’t leave Y/N alone for more than 20 minutes at a time. He popped up during her classes, joined her lunch uninvited, even followed her to the library and dozed off with his head on her lap.

He talked a lot that day, about random things. Childhood stories, weird dreams he had, even teasing comments about Jade and Azul.

But every now and then, his voice dipped lower.

“...I don’t like saying goodbye. It’s annoying. Makes my stomach feel twisty.”

Y/N gently played with his hair while he sulked.

“You’re lucky,” he mumbled, “You got to come here, shake everything up, and now everyone likes you. Even me~ And now you’re just gonna vanish like bubbles?”

“I’ll miss you too, Floyd,” she said softly.

He grinned, eyes fluttering shut.

“You better.”

Day Three:

Floyd pretended like it was a normal day. He dragged her to the Lounge for lunch, threw his arm around her shoulder and whispered jokes that made her giggle nonstop. He even got her to sneak some food from Azul’s private fridge (“You didn’t hear that from me~!”).

But when the day winded down and the sun dipped below the sea-stained sky, Floyd sat with her on a bench near the garden.

“Promise me something, Shrimpy,” he said, eyes serious for once.

“Anything.”

He leaned in close, nose almost touching hers, and poked her forehead gently.

“Don’t forget me. Not even a little.”

“I won’t,” she promised.

Then his grin returned, wild and warm.

“Good! ‘Cause if you do... I’ll come find you. And I’ll squeeze ya until you remember!”

He flicked her forehead playfully, then leaned back with a satisfied sigh.

“Man... I’m gonna be so grumpy when you’re gone.”

But for now, he smiled like he always did, with a chaotic kind of fondness that made it clear: He really, really liked his Shrimpy.

- KALIM AL-ASIM:

The moment Crowley made his announcement, Kalim blinked once, twice, and then,

“W-Wait.... what?!”

The words hit him like a sudden sandstorm. At first, he beamed, thinking it was good news, Y/N was finally going home! But as the reality sank in, his smile faded just a little. She was going home. That meant she’d be leaving NRC. Leaving them. Leaving him.

“Y/N’s going... home,” he repeated, quieter, a rare tone of melancholy in his usually sunlit voice.

But Kalim being Kalim, his heart quickly decided on something else, “Then I’ve gotta make these last three days unforgettable for her!!”

Day One:

Kalim insisted on starting the day with a massive rooftop breakfast. He personally dragged rugs, pillows, and silver dishes to the top of Scarabia’s tower, and invited Y/N to join him just as the sun was rising.

“Look! The sun looks like a golden jewel, doesn’t it? I thought it'd be perfect for a memory!”

The breakfast was filled with laughter, honey-sweet dates, and Kalim chatting a mile a minute about all his favorite things at NRC.

“And this—! This is the juice Jamil makes with cinnamon and lemon! You like it? I wanted to share everything I love with you!”

After breakfast, Kalim took her on a wild carpet ride around the island. The wind tangled in their hair as Kalim guided the flying carpet through scenic paths and sparkling lakes.

When they landed, he looked at her seriously. “I don’t know if I’ll ever see you again after this, Y/N... so I just wanted to say, thank you. You were the brightest part of this place.”

Day Two:

Kalim invited Y/N to Scarabia for an impromptu festival, just for her. Lanterns swayed on every ceiling beam, and sweet music filled the halls. He’d even convinced the other dorm members to perform silly little dances just to make her smile.

He spun her around in the center of the room, laughing breathlessly.

“This way, you’ll never forget Scarabia, right?”

There were treats from his homeland, colorful scarves as gifts, and even a surprise fireworks show from the dorm rooftop.

When she asked if it was too much trouble, Kalim waved his hands.

“No way!! You’re going away! We have to go big!”

Day Three:

Unlike the others, Kalim didn’t try to be solemn on the last day. He knew if he let himself get sad, he’d start crying, and he didn’t want to ruin the mood.

So instead, he asked Y/N to spend the whole day with him doing whatever she wanted. If she wanted to nap, he’d nap too. If she wanted to watch clouds, he’d point out silly shapes and animals. If she wanted to dance again, he’d twirl her around and around until they were dizzy and laughing.

But when the day began to close, and he knew the end was near, Kalim finally let his voice go quiet.

“...Y/N... when you go home... do you think you’ll forget me?”

She assured him she never would.

His eyes shimmered, and he clasped her hands tightly in his.

“I’ll pray for you to be happy. Every single day, no matter where you are. That’s a promise, okay?”

And when she smiled, he grinned through watery eyes.

“Then I’ll be okay too.”

- JAMIL VIPER:

When Crowley delivered the news that Y/N would finally be returning to her world, Jamil didn’t react with dramatic gasps or loud protests like others. He was still.

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, lips pressed together in a neutral line. But there was storm inside him.

"So. It’s finally happening, huh..." he muttered under his breath, arms crossed.

It felt like his chest tightened with an unfamiliar ache. Y/N had become part of the rare peace he felt at NRC. Someone who wasn’t demanding, or oblivious, or overly energetic. Someone calming. Understanding. Sharp in a quiet way.

He hadn’t realized how deeply her presence had embedded itself into his daily life, until now, when he had only three days left.

Day One:

Jamil invited Y/N to help him in the Scarabia kitchen, under the excuse of trying new spices from a package sent from his homeland. But truthfully, he just wanted to spend time with her in the quietest way he knew how.

“You’ve gotten better with that knife,” he commented as she sliced vegetables beside him.

“I learned from the best,” she teased lightly.

Jamil blinked at that, heat touching his ears. He busied himself with the stove.

They cooked side by side in companionable silence, exchanging looks, smiles, and quiet words that meant more than they said aloud. At the end, he packed her a small box of snacks to take back to Ramshackle.

“What’s this for?”

“...In case I can’t cook for you again,” he said, not meeting her sad eyes.

Day Two:

Jamil brought her to a hidden spot within the Scarabia dorm’s oasis, a quiet, palm-shaded clearing beside the water, shielded from the dorm’s usual bustle.

“You found this place?” Y/N asked, peering up at the sway of date trees above.

“It’s been mine for a while. But... I wanted you to see it before you go.”

They sat there, shoes off, feet in the cool water. He handed her a mango smoothie he'd made himself.

The sun dappled through the leaves, wind brushing their faces gently. Jamil didn’t speak much. Only listened. Let her talk. Watched her laugh softly at Grim’s antics when he waddled over chasing a butterfly.

And when she lay back in the grass with eyes closed, he allowed himself to quietly watch her, memorizing her silhouette against the sky.

“Jamil?” she murmured.

“Hm?”

“Thank you... for always being kind to me.”

“I’m not that kind,” he said softly, avoiding her eyes.

Day Three:

The golden afternoon sun bathed the Scarabia courtyard in warm hues, casting soft shadows through the vine-covered arches. Jamil stood waiting under one of them, arms crossed, eyes scanning the garden that he himself had asked Kalim to leave open just for today.

When Y/N arrived, led there under the pretense of trying some "new tea Kalim imported," she paused upon seeing Jamil standing by a table elegantly set for two. The table was shaded by tall palm leaves, a small crystal lantern swaying above it despite the lack of wind.

“...You planned this?” she asked, surprised.

Jamil gave her a side glance, then looked away as he poured tea into her cup.

“Kalim offered to throw a massive feast again. I said no. I wanted something… quieter. Just us. Is that alright?”

She smiled and took a seat, her heart fluttering a little at how careful and gentle his voice had been.

He sat across from her, resting his chin on one hand while the other stirred his tea. “It’s strange. I thought I’d be more relaxed knowing you were going back to your world. You’ve got your family, your life there... I should be glad.”

“You’re not?” Y/N asked quietly, fingers tracing the rim of her cup.

Jamil let out a long breath, watching the way the sunlight danced in her eyes.

“I’ve spent most of my life hiding behind someone else’s spotlight. Always serving, always calculating. Then you came along… and you never expected anything from me.” He paused. “You just saw me. Not the servant, not the vice housewarden. Only real me. I’m beyond grateful to have met you.”

Y/N blinked, warmth growing in her chest at the rare vulnerability in his voice.

He leaned back in his chair, staring up at the swaying leaves. “I kept telling myself it wasn’t a big deal. You were just another responsibility to look after. That’s what I do best. But on days like this... I realize how much I’ve grown used to having you around.”

Y/N’s voice was gentle. “So you do care.”

Jamil’s gaze snapped to hers, flustered for once. He averted his eyes, muttering, “Don’t make me say it.”

She laughed softly, and to her surprise, a smile tugged at his lips too. One of the rare, honest ones, small, tired, but sincere.

“I made something for you,” he said suddenly. He reached into a small satchel and placed a folded cloth bundle on the table.

Y/N opened it slowly to reveal a beautifully embroidered scarf, desert red with delicate golden thread, soft and warm to the touch.

“You made this?” she whispered.

Jamil nodded once. “It’s charmed. I made sure it won’t tear and stain. It will keep you warm. Kalim helped pick the color.” He paused, then added, “So you don’t forget this place... or me.”

For a long moment, she didn’t say anything. Instead, she wrapped the scarf around her shoulders with care. Then, she stood and walked over to him, slowly wrapping him in a hug.

“Thank you, Jamil,” you murmured. “I won’t forget you. Not ever.”

Jamil didn’t move away. His hands came up and gently hugged her back, grounding himself in the closeness, in the moment. “Then that’s enough.”

They sat together until the sun began to set, silence between them not heavy, but sacred. And though the words "goodbye" never left his mouth, the way he held her gaze for those last few hours said all the things he never could.

- VIL SCHOENHEIT:

The Grand Hall had gone silent when Crowley’s words echoed through the space.

Gasps. Murmurs. Shocked stares. But Vil stood still.

He didn’t react like the others who let emotion break their expressions, no widened eyes, no startled gasp. But that didn’t mean it didn’t pierce through him like a dagger under his ribcage.

Y/N was leaving.

The girl who arrived with such little self-awareness yet carried herself with quiet resilience... She had transformed over time, not just surviving Night Raven College, but glowing within it. She’d become someone precious to many, including him.

Vil stared ahead, fingers laced elegantly in front of him as if unaffected. But his lips were pressed into a fine, pale line. He didn’t say anything that first moment. Not during the chaos that followed.

It wasn’t until he passed Rook in the hallway later that day, and the blond flamboyantly whispered, “C’est tragique, non? Her light will fade from our world so soon..” that Vil exhaled deeply and muttered:

“Then we make sure it burns brilliantly until it’s gone.”

Day One:

On the next day, Vil approached Y/N after her class, posture graceful and collected as always.

“Come. You’re spending the afternoon with me.”

Y/N blinked, confused. “Did I do something wrong—?”

“You’re not in trouble,” he sighed, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. “But you’ve spent far too long focusing on everyone else. Today is about you.”

He led her to Pomefiore’s greenhouse terrace , a private spot few were allowed in. A small table was set with tea, fine sweets, and a view of the cascading garden below, where amethyst-colored vines were beginning to bloom.

Vil poured her tea himself.

“Tell me honestly,” he said after a long pause, “Are you ready to leave?”

Y/N hesitated, eyes dropping to the teacup in her hands. “I don’t know... I miss home, but... I don’t want to forget all of you.”

Vil was quiet for a moment, then gently reached across the table, brushing her hand with his gloved fingers.

“You won’t forget us,” he said, firm and soft all at once. “And we won’t let you be forgotten either. That, I promise.”

Day Two:

He showed up outside Ramshackle that morning, dressed simply, but with his usual perfection in every stitch.

“You’re not getting rid of me just yet,” he said when she answered the door. “I thought we’d have one last.. indulgent day. Just the two of us.”

Yuu couldn’t help but smile. “You’ve been surprisingly sweet lately, you know?”

Vil let out a graceful, theatrical sigh. “I’m always sweet. Just selectively so.”

They spent the first half of the day exploring the lesser-known corners of NRC. Vil led her down secret corridors and rooftops with scenic views of the campus, places he discovered during photo shoots, or simply during moments when he needed solitude.

At midday, they sat beneath a tall tree near the Pomefiore dorm, where a hidden bench overlooked the mountains.

Vil handed her a carefully wrapped box. “I was going to give this to you later, but I suppose now is as good a time as any.”

Inside was a stunning compact mirror, ornately designed with silver edges and delicate gemstone inlays. At the center was a subtle engraving of her name in a font only someone like Vil would choose, elegant, refined.

“For when you return to your world,” he said quietly, “and start to forget the details of this one.”

Y/N touched the mirror gently, lips parted. “Vil...”

He didn’t let her say more. “I expect you to look your best, no matter where you are.”

She nodded slowly.

As the sun began to set again, Vil stood beside her in silence. His light-purple eyes never left the horizon.

“Do you regret coming here?” he asked finally, voice low.

She shook her head. “Not even for a second.”

“...Good."

Day Three:

That evening, he brought her to his private dressing room, the one no student ever saw, nestled behind a velvet-lined corridor in the dorm.

He didn’t explain much at first. Just gestured toward the makeup chair. “Sit.”

Confused but amused, Y/N obeyed.

Vil began working in complete silence: brushing out her hair, curling it slightly at the ends, applying the subtlest makeup, as if sculpting a masterpiece. Every touch was gentle. Every movement full of unspoken meaning.

He finally spoke while adjusting a navy silk ribbon into her hair.

“This... is how I want to remember you.”

Y/N blinked up at him in the mirror. “Why go through all this...?”

Vil looked at her reflection with faint melancholy in his eyes.

“Because there are memories we polish like rare jewels. This is one of them.”

She smiled, then slowly reached out to rest her hand atop his.

“I’ll remember this too. Always.”

Vil’s smile was faint. But it was real.

“Good. Then we’ve done it right.”

- ROOK HUNT:

The Grand Hall had gone still.

Gasps, shouts, and stunned silence echoed around the hall.

But amidst it all, Rook Hunt stood quiet.

Green eyes locked on her from across the room, glowing with a strange light, admiration laced with sorrow. His usual smile remained, but it was softer now, touched with a wistfulness that made it feel... real.

“C’est la vie...” he whispered to himself. “Of course it would come to this.”

He made no dramatic declarations, no flamboyant speeches. Instead, he approached her quietly after the announcement, walking with purposeful grace.

“Mademoiselle Y/N,” he murmured, taking her hand and placing a gentle kiss on her knuckles, “the moment all awaited with hope and dread is now upon us.”

His voice was calm, but his eyes betrayed it, as if he were drinking in her presence like he might never see her again.

“Allow me the honor of spending these final days at your side... I wish to immortalize you in my memories.”

Day One:

Rook invited her for a walk just past the edges of campus, into a quiet forest trail only he knew. The sunlight dappled through the leaves, a golden dance that suited his poetic nature.

“Do you know, ma chère, this is the very forest where I first noticed you walking Grim during your second week here? You were laughing. That rare, shy smile... Ah, it struck me like an arrow.”

He showed her carved marks on trees, tiny signs from his scouting trips, and even demonstrated how he camouflaged himself to observe rare creatures. But today, he only had eyes for her.

They sat on a fallen log in silence for a while, listening to the forest breathe.

“I never hunted a mystery as enthralling as you, Y/N,” he said, tone sincere. “But it seems even mysteries must one day return to their origin.”

She gave him a soft smile, and he placed a single red camellia in her hair.

“For remembrance.”

Day Two:

Rook brought her to his personal atelier, a small, vine-covered nook tucked behind Pomefiore Tower.

“I never shared this place with anyone before,” he confessed, pulling back a curtain to reveal dozens of charcoal sketches.

She blinked. Every one of them was her. Captured in different poses, angles, and moods.

“Forgive me if it seems intrusive,” he said softly. “But you inspired me in ways no landscape or moonlit field ever has.”

They spent the day sketching together. He guided her hand gently, patiently showing her how to shade and line. Her laughter echoed in the cozy space, light and natural.

At sunset, he gifted her a portrait he had drawn of her looking out a window, hopeful and dreamy.

“So you may never forget how the world saw you here.”

Day Three:

That evening, Rook transformed a quiet garden near the greenhouse into a miniature masquerade just for the two of them. Floating candles, soft music, and two custom masks awaited.

“A masquerade, for one whose presence was always cloaked in mystery. Fitting, non?”

They danced slowly under the moonlight, a gentle waltz with no crowd, no interruption, just the rustle of trees and the quiet heartbeat of the night.

“I will not ask you to stay, nor will I try to hold you back,” he said as the music slowed. “Because true admiration means cherishing a star even as it falls beyond your reach.”

As the song ended, he removed his mask and gently lifted hers too.

Then, instead of a kiss, he pressed his forehead to hers.

“You will always be one of my most beautiful discoveries, mon étoile.”

- EPEL FELMIER:

Epel had been leaning casually against the wall in the Grand Hall, arms crossed, expecting some usual Crowley chaos. But when the headmage declared, with uncharacteristic gravity, that Y/N will finally be able to return to her world... the world tilted beneath Epel’s boots.

At first, he just blinked, like his mind hadn’t fully processed it.

And then, “...What?”

It felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs. He stood frozen, blue eyes wide, watching as the crowd shifted and gasped. Y/N looked just as stunned as everyone else, maybe even more.

That expression on her face, confused, scared, even a little sad, struck something deep in him.

They were really going to lose her?

He clenched his fists at his sides. “No way...”

Day One:

He didn’t even know what to say to her that first day. His thoughts were racing, and he kept thinking, What do you say to someone who’s about to disappear forever?

But he wasn’t going to mope. If he only had three days left with her, he’d make ‘em count.

So, he did what he always does when his emotions are too heavy to carry, he dragged her outside.

“Let’s do somethin’ wild,” he said with a crooked grin, grabbing her wrist. “Climb the Bell Tower, sneak into the kitchen after curfew, ya know, real rule-breaking stuff. You in?”

They ended up racing each other through the back fields of NRC, chasing fireflies under the indigo sky, barefoot on the grass like kids in a fairytale. Epel laughed so hard when she tripped over a root and pulled him down with her that he didn’t even care when he landed face-first in the grass.

“Damn it, I’m gonna miss this already,” he muttered under his breath as she laughed beside him.

But he didn’t let her hear that.

Day Two:

He found her sitting on the windowsill of Ramshackle, staring at the horizon.

“Hey,” he said softly, leaning against the frame. “Still thinkin’ ‘bout goin’ home?”

She nodded slowly, and for a moment, the silence stretched between them like the sky itself.

Epel walked in and sat down beside her, close enough for their shoulders to touch. “Y’know... I always thought I'd be the one to leave this place first. Go back to the farm, help out my folks. But it turns out... it’s you.”

She smiled a little, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“Epel...”

“I ain’t gonna say some dramatic goodbye speech or nothin’. But I’m glad I met ya here. Real glad.”

And in a rare moment of vulnerability, he rested his head on her shoulder.

“...I just wish we had more time.”

Day Three:

The final day hit like a thunderstorm.

Epel wasn’t ready. Not one bit. So he fought it the only way he knew how, by making memories.

He pulled her to the courtyard after classes, a picnic basket slung over his arm. “I told Trey I needed some stuff, and he helped out.”

There was warm apple pie, sweet cider, and a blanket spread beneath the tall trees.

“You’ve always liked the smell of apples, right?” he said with a shy grin.

They sat and talked until the sky turned gold. Laughed over silly memories, overblown dorm drama, and that one time Epel accidentally blew up a cauldron trying to impress her.

But as the sun dipped below the horizon, his smile faded just a little.

“...When ya go... will ya remember me?” he asked quietly.

She looked him in the eyes and nodded, fiercely.

And then he did something reckless, bold, so Epel of him.

He leaned in and kissed her cheek.

“Don’t forget that either,” he whispered.

- MALLEUS DRACONIA:

The Grand Hall fell into heavy silence after Crowley’s announcement.

Malleus didn’t flinch or speak. He stood tall at the edge of the crowd, but something ancient and cold flickered behind his gaze. It wasn’t anger, nor jealousy, just a deep, aching sorrow... like watching a treasured star prepare to fall.

The moment Y/N looked at Headmage in confusion and disbelief, his eyes found hers.

She looked... shaken.

And that alone broke something within him.

He didn’t approach her right away. For the first time, he didn’t want to intrude, he understood the weight of the moment and gave her space. But he watched her. Watched as other students spoke to her, hugged her, cried. He remained in the background, still and quiet, like a shadow beneath the moonlight.

That night, when the campus quieted and the skies were cloaked in velvet stars, he appeared just outside Ramshackle.

He didn't knock. He didn't speak.

He just waited and hoped she'd step outside.

Day One:

Y/N stood outside under the stars, arms wrapped around herself, as if trying to stay grounded. She heard a familiar voice, deep, smooth, serene.

“So... the time has come.”

She turned and saw Malleus standing near the gate. His expression was unreadable.

“I had hoped I’d be the one to open the door between worlds for you,” he murmured. “Not... him.”

She blinked. “Malleus...”

“I once told you I wished to show you the wonders of Briar Valley, to watch you walk among fireflies and ancient trees. I still do.”

She didn’t know what to say. Her heart twisted.

He stepped closer, the wind rustling his cloak.

“Come. There’s a place I want to show you.”

He didn’t take her to the usual spots, no tower, no dorm, no gardens.

He brought her to the edge of campus. A secluded glade, where old stones lay half-buried under moss and vines. Fireflies danced gently above the overgrown field.

“These are remnants of a forgotten gate,” Malleus said quietly. “They once connected worlds. Like the one Crowley now intends to open.”

She looked around, stunned by the beauty and stillness.

“Do you resent him?” she asked softly.

“No,” he replied, almost bitterly amused. “But I do envy the world that will have you next.”

They sat beneath the trees, not saying much. And when he walked her back to Ramshackle, he bowed gently.

“Goodnight, Child of Man. May your dreams be kind tonight.”

Day Two:

Malleus arrived early in the morning, not by magic, but on foot. She found him waiting outside Ramshackle like a knight of old.

“A farewell should not be rushed,” he said. “Walk with me today.”

He took her all across the school grounds, places she hadn’t even known existed. A cliffside trail beyond the school walls. A quiet shrine wrapped in ivy. A grove filled with night-blooming flowers that smelled faintly of lavender and moonlight.

Throughout the day, he never once mentioned the parting.

Instead, he shared stories from Briar Valley. Stories of long winters, of dancing dragons, of ancient lullabies his grandmother used to hum. He even hummed one softly for her under the shade of the trees.

At sunset, he conjured a floating orb of emerald light. It shimmered softly between them.

“A memory,” he said. “So you won’t forget.”

He gave her the orb, and when she touched it, it shimmered and sank into her chest. A warmth bloomed from it, curling in her heart like a glowing ember.

“It will never fade. Even when you return to your world.”

Day Three:

He didn’t come until twilight.

And this time, it was she who was waiting.

When he saw her outside the gate, his steps slowed.

“You waited for me.”

She nodded.

They didn’t speak for a long time. He finally broke the silence.

“I had... thought many things over the years. About how I would tell you. That I... cherished you.”

He looked up at the stars.

“But now that I must speak, I find I cannot form the words without ruining them.”

Y/N gently reached for his hand.

His eyes widened, just slightly, as their fingers intertwined.

“You don’t have to say them,” she whispered. “I already know.”

He lowered his head, his hand tightening around hers.

And for once, the prince looked truly human. Vulnerable.

Before she left, he conjured one final gift, a ring of thorns twisted with glowing emerald stone.

“It bears no curse,” he said, smiling faintly. “Only a promise.”

“That even in your world... should you ever call my name, I will hear it.”

- LILIA VANROUGE:

When Crowley made the announcement in the Grand Hall, Lilia stood quietly at the back, arms crossed and his usual smile faintly dimmed. He heard the words clearly: Y/N is going home. Yet for the first time in a long while, Lilia found himself unusually still.

He didn't gasp or protest like the others. His centuries of life had taught him to expect goodbyes, and yet... why did this one sting?

“...So, the time has come,” he murmured under his breath. “How bittersweet.”

He watched her expression, the shock in her eyes, the breath caught in her throat and he knew she wasn’t fully ready either. That alone made his old heart ache.

He didn't rush to her immediately. Instead, he observed from a distance, allowing others to crowd around her with their panicked or tearful responses. He would wait. He always had time, even if this time, she didn't.

Day One:

That evening, Lilia visited her dorm unannounced, floating in through the window with a cheerful grin.

“I hope you haven’t forgotten our agreement, little bat,” he said, holding up a small box tied with purple ribbon. “You still owe me a taste test.”

Inside were handmade mochi filled with plum jam, a recipe from a distant era. They sat together in Ramshackle’s kitchen as he brewed tea, humming an old lullaby in a language even Grim couldn’t understand.

She laughed as he fed her one of the overly sticky treats. It was horribly sour, but she smiled anyway.

He grinned with a sparkle in his crimson eyes. “I suppose I’ve gotten a bit rusty. Or maybe I just need a certain someone to teach me modern flavor balance?”

He stayed until the moon was high, telling her stories of his youth, about places and people long gone. His voice softened toward the end, as if he knew this memory might be one of the last they'd share.

Day Two:

Lilia invited her to an open field on campus, a quiet one near the woods, where pink flowers were starting to bloom.

When she arrived, he was already waiting with a camera. “Say cheese~!”

Click!

He’d brought an enchanted vintage camera to take photos. “It’s not just for me. One day, when you're back home and wondering whether this was all a dream... you’ll have these.”

They took dozens of photos, serious ones, silly ones, ones with Grim squirming in protest, even one where Lilia lifted her up like she was weightless.

Afterward, he gave her a little handmade photo album. “Fill this up, okay? Just because you leave, doesn’t mean you vanish from our lives.”

He gently tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear and added with a teasing grin, “Though I do hope you’ll miss me terribly.”

Day Three:

That morning, he found her sitting alone beneath a tree. No words were needed. He sat beside her and pulled out his lute.

“I was saving this for a rainy day,” he said softly, tuning the strings. “But maybe this is the moment that needs a song.”

He sang a gentle, melancholic tune in his native tongue, his voice airy, distant, yet piercing straight to the heart. Y/N didn’t understand the lyrics, but she didn’t need to. The emotion said it all.

When he finished, he looked at her, not as the trickster she knew, but as the soldier and father he once was. “You were a light to many of us, little one. Myself included.”

As she stood to leave, he gave her a small carved charm, a bat with wings outstretched.

“For protection,” he said. “And a reminder, you are loved.”

He kissed the top of her head. “Now go make your world a little brighter, as you did with ours.”

- SILVER:

When Headmage Crowley’s voice echoed through the Grand Hall, Silver was just barely keeping his eyes open. He had wandered in at Lilia’s request, though half-asleep as usual. But the moment Crowley announced the news of Y/N returning back to her world, Silver’s eyes snapped fully open, as though he had never been tired a day in his life.

His heart dropped.

A strange silence filled his chest, heavier than any nightmare he’d had before. He looked across the hall and spotted her. Y/N’s shocked expression mirrored everyone else’s—but in her eyes, he saw a quiet tremble. She hadn’t known either.

He didn’t say anything at first. Silver was never one for grand emotions or declarations. But his hands clenched at his sides. And even though he wore a calm mask, his thoughts spiraled.

“So.... she’s leaving. Just like that?”

His first instinct wasn’t to stop her. It was to preserve the time they had left. He wanted to be by her side in a way she would remember, not with sorrow, but with peace. Like she had always brought him.

Day One:

Silver invited her for a walk.

It was simple. Through the woods near Diasomnia’s dorm, where the sunlight trickled through the trees and the soft crunch of leaves underfoot replaced words.

He didn’t ask her how she felt about going home. He didn’t say what he was thinking. But he did gently pick a small flower and tuck it behind her ear.

“You once said nature feels like a lullaby to you,” he murmured with a small smile. “Then let it sing for you, just once more.”

They sat beneath the tall tree near a quiet brook. He leaned back against the bark and let her rest her head on his shoulder. She talked softly about how beautiful this world was. He didn’t reply, he simply listened, memorizing the way her voice mixed with the wind.

Day Two:

Silver offered to teach her more swordplay, not for battle, but for fun.

“Something to remember me by,” he said, smiling faintly.

He gently corrected her stance, praised her when she parried properly, and even let her win once or twice, pretending he tripped or lost balance, just to hear her laugh.

Lilia, watching from a distance, chuckled knowingly with soft look in his eyes.

They ended the day lying in the grass, her arm draped over her eyes, laughing about how dramatic Silver had made their “duel” seem.

“You’re so serious sometimes,” she teased.

“Only when you’re involved,” he answered truthfully, surprising even himself.

She blinked at him. He quickly looked away, cheeks tinged with pink.

Day Three:

Silver took her to the campus stables.

There, he introduced her to his horse.

“You always asked about him,” he said quietly. “Thought you might like to meet before... before you go.”

She smiled, stroking the mare gently. The sight was so soft, so peaceful, it ached.

As she brushed the horse’s mane, Silver spoke suddenly, his voice low but steady:

“I hope your world is kind to you, Y/N. I hope it gives back all the warmth you gave to us.”

“Silver...” she whispered.

“If I could walk you to your door back home, I would.” He finally looked her in the eyes. “Even if I couldn’t step through it with you.”

When the stables were lit only by soft lantern light and fireflies outside, they sat side by side, watching the stars peek out.

And as her head slowly rested against his shoulder once more, he closed his eyes, not from sleep this time, but in quiet prayer.

“Please remember me, even when I’m just a dream.”

- SEBEK ZIGVOLT:

Sebek heard the announcement like everyone else in the Grand Hall.

He had not expected it to hit him like a roar of thunder.

At first, he was simply stunned, shoulders locked, green eyes wide. His loud voice failed him, and all he could do was stand there in place as Crowley finished speaking.

Y/N... is leaving?

Forever?

He couldn't believe it. How could someone so integral to Night Raven College simply vanish?

She wasn't just a student to him. She was human, yes, but not like the other bumbling, foolish ones he often yelled about. Y/N was kind, sharp, and strong in spirit. She had proven herself time and time again, facing danger, bringing people together, handling conflicts between dorms with a calm mind, and even standing beside Malleus-sama without fear.

She had always listened to him, even when he was ranting, and smiled at him softly. Her gentleness was frustrating, baffling, and admirable.

And now, she was going to disappear.

“...How could the Headmaster allow this?” he muttered to himself. “To cast away someone so loyal to this school...!”

Even though he was furious, the truth was, he didn’t know how to say goodbye. He didn't want to.

Day One:

Sebek insisted on escorting her everywhere that day.

“FOR SECURITY PURPOSES!” he had said loudly. “It would be disgraceful for a student to be left unattended during such a time.”

Y/N smiled at him softly, eyes a little tired. “You don’t have to force yourself to yell so much, Sebek. I’m glad you’re here.”

That flustered him immediately. “W-Who said anything about being glad!? I am merely fulfilling my duty!”

He walked a step behind her all day, helping her carry things, fetching snacks from the cafeteria when she looked too drained, and subtly glaring at anyone who came too close.

At some point in the library, while she was reading beside him, she accidentally dozed off. Her head leaned against his shoulder, and he went absolutely rigid.

His face flushed red, but he didn’t move. He didn’t wake her. He just sat there, like a terrified statue, letting her rest against him with the most protective expression he’s ever worn.

Day Two:

Sebek took her on a quiet walk around Diasomnia territory, showing her the beautiful enchanted forest around the dorm.

“I know you humans are frail, so do NOT trip,” he huffed. “I will catch you if needed, but it would be best if you stayed aware.”

Y/N chuckled. “Are you always this intense?”

He opened his mouth to respond, then paused. His voice lowered slightly. “Only because I care.”

She blinked, surprised at how earnestly he said it. His hands were clasped behind his back, his eyes on the trees, but his words were for her.

They talked about Briar Valley, swords, and his training. She asked genuine questions, and he found himself blushing when she praised his discipline and strength.

Before the day ended, she handed him a tiny handmade charm. A small green tassel, decorated with an emerald bead.

“I made it with a Diasomnia ribbon,” she said with a soft smile. “A thank-you gift, for always keeping me safe.”

Sebek stared at it, stunned. Then, slowly, he clutched it to his chest and bowed.

“You... You honor me beyond words.”

Day Three:

Sebek insisted on one final patrol together around the campus at sunset.

It was nostalgic, like all the times she had helped him during campus events, chasing down runaway creatures, or helping settle dorm disputes.

They walked side by side in silence for a while.

Then he suddenly said, “I don’t understand this world’s cruelty. You’ve brought harmony, you’ve restored order, you’ve earned everyone’s loyalty. And yet... they are sending you away.”

She stayed quiet.

He looked at her finally and continued, “You are no ordinary human. You have shown honor, compassion, and courage. I... will not forget you.”

“Sebek,” she whispered, voice shaky.

“I refuse to forget you!” he declared, fists clenched. “And I hope you remember me too! Even when you return to your world, think of us. Of Diasomnia. Of me.”

She laughed gently, voice wet with emotion. “How could I forget you, Sebek? You were one of my first protectors.”

He stepped forward, suddenly holding both her hands.

“I may have shouted at you often,” he said, eyes burning bright, “but it was always because I wanted you to thrive here. You are strong, but I wanted to be strong for you.”

That was the most honest thing he had ever said.

He held her hand until the sun dipped low.

And when they returned to the dorms, he turned once more and said—

“If there is ever a way for us to meet again... I will find it. Mark my words.”

The sky outside was streaked in orange and soft purples as the sun began its descent, casting golden light into the ancient, echoing Mirror Chamber. Tonight, it felt quieter than usual, like the walls themselves held their breath.

Students from every dorm had gathered: Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, and Diasomnia. From freshmen to upperclassmen, the room was filled with familiar faces, each touched by Y/N's presence in their own way.

Headmage Crowley stood solemnly by the Gate Mirror, dressed in his ceremonial attire. But even his usual grandeur was dimmed by the gravity of the moment.

"Tonight," he began, voice steady, "we bid farewell to our beloved prefect. She came to us from another world, uninvited, unprepared, yet gave so much without asking anything in return."

Y/N stood near the mirror, suitcase in hand, her body still and heart heavy. She had never expected this day to come, the moment she’d have to say goodbye to all of them. Her friends. Her family. Her home away from home.

A hush fell as Ace stepped forward first. He tried to smile, but his lips trembled.

“Tch... so this is it, huh?”

He scratched the back of his neck and averted his eyes.

“You’re seriously going back. I thought, maybe... I could keep stalling Crowley and you’d stick around longer...”

His voice cracked slightly at the end.

“Take care of yourself, okay? Don’t forget about us. Don’t forget about me...”

Deuce came next. His fists were clenched tightly, like he was holding himself together.

“You changed my life, Y/N. You were always patient with me... even when I messed up. You’re one of the reasons I want to be better, truly better. Thank you for being my friend...”

His voice wavered, tears glistening in his eyes. “I’ll never forget you. I promise.”

And then came Grim. He didn’t even try to act proud.

He ran to her and clung to her legs.

“D-Don’t go! Who’s gonna cook for me?! Who’s gonna help me with classes?! Who’s gonna scold me when I mess up!?”

His ears drooped as tears rolled down his furry face.

“You’re my human! You’re mine! I don’t want you to leave me!”

Y/N knelt down and pulled Grim into her arms.

“I’ll miss you too, partner,” she whispered. “You’ll always be my Grim.”

Around them, the students began speaking one by one, some with composed words, others too emotional to say anything at all.

Riddle gave a formal bow, but his eyes were red.

“You brought warmth to Heartslabyul... and to all of us.”

Leona crossed his arms and muttered, “Hmph. Don't get soft on me now. You were decent, I guess... Take care.”

But even he turned away a little too quickly.

Azul adjusted his glasses, offering her a soft smile. “Thank you for trusting me... even when I didn't deserve it.”

Kalim reached out and hugged her tight, beaming through glassy eyes. “Come visit! I’ll throw the biggest party for you!”

Jamil offered her a quiet nod. “You always noticed more than you let on. Thank you for everything.”

Vil stood tall, poised, though his voice was gentler than ever. “You were beautiful inside and out, dear. Never lose that.”

Epel wiped his eyes. “Dang it, I didn’t think it’d hurt this much...”

Malleus stepped forward last.

The entire chamber quieted as the prince regarded her, solemn and powerful.

“This realm was blessed by your presence, Child of Man. You reminded us that even those without magic can change fate. If there ever comes a time you need aid... call my name, and I shall come.”

Lilia chuckled gently behind him.

“Don’t make it a farewell. Just a ‘see you again’, alright?”

Sebek was... sobbing loudly in the background.

Silver, as calm as always, simply said,

“Thank you... for staying by our side.”

And finally, Crowley gestured to the Gate Mirror. Its surface shimmered with silvery light.

“Are you ready, dear prefect?”

Y/N hesitated. She turned one last time, eyes sweeping over everyone, her heart overflowing.

She opened her mouth, voice cracking ever so slightly.

“Thank you, everyone. For everything you have ever done for me. I’ll never forget you. All of you. You changed my life too....”

She took a step forward.

Then another.

And as her figure began to fade into the light of the mirror, Ace cried out.

“Y/N!!”

She turned.

“You’ll always be our prefect, okay?! Ours!!”

At his last words, Y/N smiled.

Grim wailed.

Deuce covered his face.

And then—

She was gone.

The Mirror Chamber echoed with silence...

Until a single, gentle sob broke the stillness.

And the stars above Night Raven College shone just a little dimmer that night.

[paintandichor]

every time I think of andrew cody I get so sad bc honestly he really had no one after juliewas gone. do I think craig and deran loved him? sure, but they had their own problems to deal with and couldn't be there for him the way he needed. lena was just a child, too young to help carry andrew's burdens and he loved her so much he let her go. amy was dealing with her own guilt and couldn't help deal with his, which was completely understandable. baz, smurf, and angela were just using him. and the tradegy of j is that they could've had such a good relationship, but j was too wrapped up in his revenge and andrew was too wrapped up in the manipulation of smurf & baz :( I think julie would be heartbroken to know about what happened between j and andrew.

i think craig and deran definitely loved him, but you're definitely right they both had so much extra shit going on trying to take on that burden wasn't ever going to happen, but i think also based on literally all of the twin propaganda i've ever heard, it really is like a unique bond that i dont think anyone could have filled that gap. there's such a huge hole in andrew's heart when he loses julia. (let me in the hole andrew let me love you)

and lena UGH he does the BEST that he CAN FOR LENA!!!! and i think he loved lena regardless of cath, but i do think part of it is like. doing the best he can for lena for cath. he loved her since the beginning!

baz can eat shit and die 😭😭😭 so can smurf. smurf alone in the first three episodes almost made me DNF the series i am being so for real. im glad i didnt. angela. when i get my hands on her neck. im so glad she died 😭😭 im so glad all three of them die.

and YES him and joshua could have been so. good and if the two of them had just come to the conclusion that they both fucking hate smurf that they could have worked together to get free and shit without anyone dying.

im in tears i love him so much i love you andrew

[hardlaunched]

they were boyfriends when us and dan sang happy birthday to phil in manchester during tit 🥹

[nemisuki]

guys mha is ending really soon and... i'm so not okay ☹️💔 like what do you mean the anime i've been watching for years is almost over?!?!

[normscary]

i dont ever post in the discord bc i dont like discord but i just listened to the new midnight burger ep and i AHHHH

FIONAAAAA

she had no history, no memories that were truly hers. the diner gave her memories, it gave her an identity. WAHHHHH

[keroinnie]

[tuumunluo]

seeing him like this 🗡️