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He hadn't noticed before, but with the more direct lighting and how close you were, he could now clearly see the outline of your bra. The poor boy stuttered a few incoherent words before throwing you the shirt and bolting out of the room.

When you finished changing, you opened the door to the hallway to find him slumped against the wall, still blushing furiously. It took you a moment to calm him down, but when you did, he seemed apologetic.

"I apologize, Prefect. I did not know I was referring to you incorrectly this whole time."

"Don't worry about it. I'm pretty sure most people here think I'm a boy. And besides, if it really bothered me, it would be my responsibility to correct you. You have no way of knowing otherwise." you shrug casually.

"Would you. . .like me to start referring to you with feminine pronouns?" Riddle asks a bit sheepishly but doing his best to put back up his composed mask.

You simply shrug once more. "Doesn't bother me either way. Only reason I don't correct people is because it's already been so long and it would just be a hassle at this point to explain things.

Whether or not Riddle treats you differently after finding out depends on his feelings toward you. If he already had a crush, then he would have already been pulling out all of his gentlemanly stops to woo you. If not, then he would start being a bit more polite. Riddle was raised with very traditional manners, afterall.

He's always been one to hold the door for people, but he never once forgets or misses the chance to hold one for you. When your friends make crass jokes around you, he lectures them harder than usual for making such vulgar comments around a lady the Prefect. He also becomes especially sensitive to when people touch you. One time, Ace—being the annoyance that he is—decided to drape himself over your head from behind while you were sitting in the Heartslabyul lounge. What had before earned nothing but a disapproving scoff from Riddle now earned a collar.

I am a strong believer that Leona would know from the get-go. However, for the sake of the req, we'll assume he doesn't.

Leona had his suspicions that all wasn't as it seemed with you, but, quite frankly, it wasn't any of his d*mn business. It wasn't until after the two of you began getting closer (whether he liked it or not) that he started actually caring about figuring out who you were. Still, he wasn't one to pry.

It was a warm evening in Savanaclaw and you were standing next to the couch in Leona's room, giving him a look of pure disbelief.

"You'll let me sleep on the bed?" Ramshackle had flooded and so you had to find somewhere to stay while it was being fixed. Luckily enough for you, Leona agreed to let you stay at Savanaclaw, like you did during the Octavinelle incident, as long as you didn't bring Grim. Leona had no desire to have a brattier version of Cheka running around his room for however long it would take Crowley to actually get your depressing dorm fixed. Luckily, Heartslabyul, while having no room for another person, had enough room for the small direbeast. Riddle, surprisingly enough, was actually the one to offer the idea. You were too happy that everything was working out to question the look in Riddle's eyes that said he was already preparing a manners boot camp.

Leona gave you an impatient look "You heard me Herbivore. Take it or leave it, but I'm not offering again."

You shifted your eyes between the comfortable enough couch and the clearly royalty grade bed the Lion was currently lounging on.

"What? Ya kick in your sleep or something?"

With a sigh, you walked over to the bed. It was big enough that you would each have your own space.

Or so you told yourself. You woke up the next morning to a sleeping Leona on your chest. Or his head at least, were it his body you would have been crushed. Unsure of what to do, you took a quick glance at the clock on the wall (it was in one of those cages around the ones in school gyms because Leona kept throwing things at it). You had about five minutes before you needed to wake Leona up for spelldrive practice (did I mention Ruggie shirked his Lion waking duties onto you again?).

You sighed to yourself. This certainly wasn't convenient. Sure, Leona was a deep sleeper, but he also always seemed to wake up at the smallest sound or movement when it was inconvenient for you. You didn't really care about the situation being awkward, what you were worried about was being within arm's reach when he woke up.

Little did you know that sigh had jostled Leona awake and he was just lying there, mentally cursing the sun for shining in his face. However, the longer he laid there, the more he started to notice how soft your chest was. That's when it clicked for him.

"You have tits." Leona's comment snapped you out of your thoughts.

Knowing better than to say anything about his bluntness, you decided to meet his with your own: "Yeah. . .I'm a woman."

Leona simply hummed and sat up before slinking out of bed and into the bathroom connected to his room to get ready for the day.

Leona treats you just a little bit better after that. By that I mean he just gives you the basic respect you'd imagine someone would when finding out you're actually a girl. While you're staying in Savanaclaw, he starts knocking on the door before coming in in case you were changing (his dormmates give him weird looks for knocking on his own door.).

Aside from that, Leona also becomes more careful with touching you. He tells himself he doesn't, but he's definitely stopped using you as an arm rest as much. He also starts keeping a closer eye on you and listening in on conversations when he hears your name mentioned. He tells himself it's just because you're a magicless herbivore and it would be a pain in the butt if anything were to happen to you while you were in his dorm, but he continues watching out for you even after you move back into Ramshackle. On that note, if anybody touches you, they'll feel Leona's eyes burning into their skill, only to turn around and find him looking a different direction.

Azul was planning a pool party to celebrate the 2nd anniversary of the Montro Lounge (entry was free, but food and beverages would me marked up, of course) and had invited you to the VIP room to give him some insight as a human (Originally, he asked the Twins, but we all know how they are.).

"I think that just about wraps everything up." Azul announces as he finishes scribbling something down on a sheet of paper. "Oh, and before you go, I assume you'll be attending as well, Prefect?"

"Oh. Next week, right? Sorry, I can't" You give the man a sheepish smile.

Azul gives you a disbelieving look. "I scheduled it for the weekend. You wouldn't happen to have gotten detention again, would you?"

Still smiling sheepishly, you simply shake your "Ah, no. I'll just be on my period then. I mean, I guess I can still come, but I won't be able to swim."

Azul nods, seemingly in understanding, at your explanation before freezing. "Your. . .what?"

"Oh, do merwomen not have those? You see, it's-"

Azul quickly cuts you off, face slowly becoming flushed "No! Merwomen don't have them, but I know what they are!"

You laugh a little, relieved that you don't have to explain such an awkward topic when he speaks up again, "Wait. . .only women get periods." Azul furrows his brows, recalling the human anatomy textbook he had studied before coming on land.

"Uh. . .yeah?"

"You're. . ." Azul starts.

"A woman." you finish his statement with a quizzical look on your face.

"Oh."

Azul treats you pretty much the same after finding out. He may get a little flushed at times, like when your hands brush when he's handing you something, but other than that, there's really no difference.

He, surprisingly, doesn't try to blackmail you to keep your secret. When you casually bring the idea up, he looks genuinely offended and asks if he really seemed like the type of person that would stoop so low. When you don't answer him, he starts questioning himself and his actions.

There was one point when he heard someone make a shady comment about you and he had the twins take turns following you around everywhere while he looked into the student, but he probably would have done that whether he knew you were a girl or not. He was just a little more wary because he knew.

Kalim was chatting away with you in his room about his siblings and whatnot when he brought up that one of his sisters' birthdays was coming up soon.

"I don't know what to get her!" The usually cheery boy lamented as he laid sprawled out on his bed.

"What does she like?" you ask casually from your spot on the floor where you were flipping through a picture album of Kalim's family.

"I don't know anymore. Mom's been talking about how she's growing up so fast and doesn't like any of the stuff she used to." Kalim sighs, averting his gaze from the ceiling to look at you.

"Try checking her social media." You offer, pulling yourself up off the ground to sit on his bed.

"I did, but I still don't know what to get her" He once more sighs as he sits up and pulls out his phone.

You watch his screen as he scrolls through his sister's Magicam. Every one of her posts has the little heart in the corner filled in with red, telling you that Kalim really cares about keeping up with his siblings.

"Maybe I should just ask a girl for help." Kalim finally hangs his head.

You stare at him for a moment: "Ouch. What does that make me?"

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

Kalim's face tells you that there are cogs turning, but he doesn't seem to be getting it.

"I'm a girl." You finally explain slowly.

It takes a moment, but Kalim's face eventually lights up and he exclaims: "Really! I had no idea!"

You wince slightly at the statement but shake it off, knowing he just worded his thoughts poorly. "Haha. . .yeah. Anyway, I suggest some cute stationary. She posts a lot about journaling." I change the subject back to what to get his sister as a gift.

Okay, I know I keep saying nothing really changes and then listing stuff, but with Kalim literally nothing changes. He asks you questions when he needs advice on his sisters, but he treats you no differently.

Vil had you standing on a stool in front of him while he took your measurements. The film club was in the process of creating a short film and he had asked you to play a small part in it as the club had nobody else who fit his vision. When you agreed, Vil immediately dragged you off to his dorm room claiming there was no time to waste before getting right in to taking your measurements and designing your costume.

"Arms out." Vil commands and you obey. He measures your wingspan before throwing the measuring tape over his shoulder and going to write the number down on the chart he had on his desk.

As he does you figure you should probably take off your uniform jacket and button up shirt. You shed off your jacket and start unbuttoning your uniform shirt when he turns to face you once more. He pauses for a moment before nodding, seemingly in approval that you did what he was about to ask next without him even having to say anything.

However, when you finally shed the uniform shirt and are left in a tank top he freezes. It's only for a split second, but you still notice it. He regains his composure and tells you to put your arms out once more. He quickly gets the measurements he needs and goes to write them down.

While you're silently waiting for him to finish, he speaks up without looking in your direction "Would you like me to make adjustments to your uniform? You were clearly given one with the same fit that the rest of us got and I imagine it's less than convenient."

After that Vil starts enlisting you to help him when he wants to test out a makeup look on more feminine features or when he wants to test one of his women's designs for a film club activity on an actual human. If you're okay with people knowing you're not a guy, he also starts recruiting you to play female roles for film club projects and to be an example for Epel.

If you let him, Vil will also start naturally talking to you more about fashion, makeup, and other things he hadn't before. Whether it's because he knows you're a girl now and is just doing so subconsciously is up for question though as he has generally found you to be a good person to rant to. Basically, he girl talks with you. Whether you participated in it in the past or not, you heard plenty of it, so you have the experience needed to feed Vil's inner diva.

Vil also starts inviting you over for self-care nights a lot. If you ever talk to him about a guy (this happens a lot as you are surrounded by them), whether it be a crush or just some annoying guy from one of your classes, he always gives sound advice.

Basically, he'll become your older sister if you let him.

Idia had invited you over to watch an anime with him in his dorm room because Ortho made him. Idia sat on his bed while you sat on the floor leaning against it. The anime he had chosen was a pretty terrible one, but that was on purpose. It was one of those ones that's so bad it's good. You guys had a great time making fun of the show and pointing out bad writing while munching on snacks.

A scene same up with a girl who's chest was way too big to be realistic with jiggle physics exaggerated enough to match the absurdity of it all.

"I hate fan service." you groan, throwing your head back in annoyance.

Idia cackles and points out "Only when it's girls. Last week that one guy came on screen and you-"

"That's enough of that!" you cut him off, throwing a pillow at his face. "And, for your information, I only hate it when it's bad. I too am an enjoyer of fan service involving women, just when it appeals to the female gaze."

Idia snorts "What would you know about the female gaze?"

You raise a brow "Are you kidding me?"

"Are you kidding me?" Idia counters with a smirk.

"Idia, I'm a woman."

Idia pauses for a moment before laughing, taking your words as a joke. He starts babbling on in gamer lingo, but it's too rapid fire for you to decipher.

Luckily for you, Ortho floats into the room. You call him over.

"Ortho, am I a male or a female?" you ask the floating robot.

Ortho gives you a questioning look before answering "A female, of course."

Idia completely freezes. Not even the flames of his hair sway around like they usually do. A pink tint creeps up his hair, but that's all the change you see for a solid five minutes before Idia faints.

Idia avoids you like the plague at first. Dealing with other people was already hard, but a girl?! Ortho ends up having to orchestrate a coincidental run in between you two where he proceeds to bring up your differing opinions about an anime. After bickering until you're both out of breath he finally stops avoiding you so much. All it took was a little keyboard warrior rage to get him to see you as yourself again and not some scary ethereal being called a woman.

It takes a while, but things do eventually go back to the way they were before. Occasionally Idia still gets flustered, but all you have to do is bring up a differing opinion in a topic he's passionate about and you're right as rain.

Malleus had come to Ramshackle to visit you one cold night only for you to not come out in the time you usually would. At first Malleus just assumed that perhaps you were asleep as he could still sense your presence in the dorm, but as time ticked by and he had more time to think, he started to spiral into worry. Humans were so fragile, a simple trip and fall could break your weak bones. What if you got yourself hurt?

After a bit of contemplation, Malleus made the decision to let himself in now and apologize later once he knew you were safe.

However, just as he was about to put his plan into action, the front door creaked open and you stepped out all bundled in a blanket and hunched over as if in pain.

If your posture wasn't enough to worry Malleus, the scent of blood wafting off of you certainly was. Within a blink of the eye, Malleus was at your side and reaching to pick you up to rush you off to a doctor.

"Woah, Malleus, calm down. What's the matter." You stop him, holding a hand up and leaning against the door frame for support.

Malleus looks at you seriously, "I should be the one asking that question, Child of Man. You smell of blood and your posture leads me to think you're in pain."

You stare at him for a moment, cogs turning in your brain, before it hits you. "Malleus, I'm on my period."

"Pardon?"

You once more stare at him before slowly continuing, "Human females get it once a month. Makes us bleed. Hurts sometimes, but it's natural."

It takes him a moment, but he finally seems to remember something and his shoulder droop in relief. Then a moment more and: "Pardon me asking, but does that mean you are. . .a woman?" Malleus asks quizically.

You bite back an amused smile and nod "Yes. Yes I am."

Malleus nods. He then suddenly teleports you back to your bed and dissapears.

Hours later a basket of chocolate and some other items one might want on their period shows up on your bedside table (some of the items are rather out of place and tell you he went to Lilia for advice).

Malleus was already the perfect gentleman toward you, but he somehow manages to take it even further. If you ask him to stop, he will, albeit hesitantly. However, if you don't, he'll pull out all the stops.

He also starts tracking your period, so no need for a period tracker anymore. Or even to write it on your calendar for that matter, but that's because Malleus always fills it in for you before you get the chance. When that week approaches you find Ramshackle mysteriously stocked with everything you need or could want.

If Malleus finds out before Leona it's sunny days for a month. If Leona knows before him, say goodbye to clear skies for a while.

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Riddle Rosehearts

riddle does not like jealousy in himself because it feels irrational, and he prides himself on being rational. so when it shows up, it's subtle at first— a tightening of his voice, a sharper edge to his words, the way he becomes slightly more observant than usual. he notices everything: who you're talking to, how long you're laughing, whether you're standing closer to someone else than him. he tells himself it's about propriety, about "appropriate behavior," but the truth leaks through in small ways. he becomes more strict, not just with others but with himself, as if tightening control will fix the discomfort in his chest. if you point it out, he gets flustered quickly, insisting he is not jealous at all, which only makes it more obvious. what actually gives him away is later, when he is quieter than usual and subtly, almost awkwardly, stays closer to you than before.

Leona Kingscholar

leona's jealousy is lazy on the surface, like everything else about him, but it is very real underneath. he doesn't make a scene, doesn't confront anyone, doesn't even immediately say anything to you. instead, he watches. his gaze gets heavier, more focused, especially if someone else is clearly taking up your attention. he clicks his tongue sometimes, looking away like it's not worth his energy, but then he'll deliberately shift closer to you, just enough to remind everyone where he is. if someone's being especially annoying, his patience drops fast, and suddenly his voice carries that dangerous edge that makes people back off without him needing to explain why. with you, though, it's quieter. he might casually drape an arm over your shoulder or pull you down beside him with a "you're loud" excuse that doesn't really make sense, but the point is always the same: he's there, and he isn't moving.

Azul Ashengrotto

azul tries very hard not to be jealous because he considers it unproductive, but that doesn't mean it doesn't happen. when it does, it becomes strategic almost immediately. he observes first, of course, because that's what he does best, and then he starts adjusting things in subtle ways. he might insert himself into conversations more often than usual, or offer you small conveniences that make you rely on him just a little more in the moment. his smile stays in place, but it tightens at the edges when someone else has your attention for too long. he'll tell himself it's about "efficiency" or "maintaining proper engagement," but there is a noticeable difference in how carefully he manages proximity. if confronted directly, he will deny it politely at first, then get flustered if pressed, which only makes it clearer that he absolutely felt something he didn't want to admit out loud.

Jamil Viper

jamil does not get loud or obvious when he's jealous, which somehow makes it more noticeable. it shows in his focus shifting, in how his usual patience shortens slightly when someone is taking up your time in a way he didn't expect. he will act normal, continue what he's doing, but there's a quiet tension in how he moves, like he's keeping himself carefully restrained. he doesn't like feeling possessive, so he channels it into practicality instead— offering you something, pulling you aside with a reasonable excuse, or simply positioning himself where he's naturally part of the situation again. he doesn't accuse anyone, doesn't make a fuss, but there's a clear message in how he settles closer to you afterward, like silently resetting the balance in a way that makes sense to him.

Kalim Al-Asim

kalim does not really understand jealousy at first, because his instinct is always to be happy for other people. but when it does show up, it's immediate and unfiltered. he gets a little quieter in the moment, still smiling, but clearly trying to process why it feels uncomfortable when someone else has your attention. he might try to join in instead of pulling you away, because his first reaction is always inclusion, not exclusion. but if it lingers, he becomes more openly affectionate with you, staying close, talking more, laughing louder, as if trying to naturally bring you back into his orbit without realizing it. there's no bitterness in it, just a very honest desire to be part of your attention again. and once he realizes what he's feeling, he usually just admits it directly in the most straightforward way possible, like it's the simplest thing in the world to say.

Vil Schoenheit

vil's jealousy is controlled, refined, and very aware of itself, which makes it more about expression than reaction. he notices immediately when his attention shifts into something more possessive, and he manages it carefully, because losing composure is not something he allows easily. still, it slips through in small ways— a slightly sharper tone, a more deliberate way of drawing your attention back to him, or a comment that sounds like critique but is really just him re-centering things. he doesn't like the idea of competing for attention, especially when it feels unnecessary, so instead he becomes more present, more intentional in how he engages with you. if someone else is involved, he will often step in naturally rather than forcefully, making it seem like the most obvious thing in the world that you'd rather be with him instead.

Idia Shroud

idia is the kind of jealous that doesn't quite know what to do with itself. he notices it, panics internally, and immediately tries to rationalize it away like it's just social anxiety or "weird brain glitch behavior." externally, it shows up as awkward hovering, sudden bursts of commentary that don't quite match the situation, or him getting weirdly focused on his device while still clearly paying attention to you. if someone else is making you laugh, he might mutter something under his breath, then immediately pretend he didn't. he doesn't confront anyone, but he does subtly stick closer without announcing it, like a background process that refuses to close. later, he might overthink it completely and try to act normal again, which only makes it more obvious that he absolutely noticed everything.

Malleus Draconia

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