Atashi no kiniiri

• So, yes, inexperienced kisser for obvious reasons. You'd probably have to take the lead, which he'll let you do, because he just isn't sure what is and isn't acceptable. He'll mirror your actions - if you hold him, he'll hold you back - and before you know it, he's actually learning.

• He was just about getting the hang of it when you two were interrupted by-- "Whoa."

• Riddle's eyes snapped open in an instant, meeting Ace's wide-eyed, jaw-dropped expression. He takes a second too long to actually push you off of him, his face burning as the first year continues to just stand there in shock.

• "Get OUT!" Riddle shrieked, and that seemed to snap Ace out of whatever daze he was in, because he raised his hands in surrender and slowly backed out of the room like he was trying to escape a wild animal.

• "Don't EVER come into my room uninvited! Have you any clue how rude that is?!" - "Dude, I'm sorry!" - "A-and the audacity to just stand there and gawk-- if you tell anyone, Trappola, by the Seven, I won't just be using my Signature Spell to remove the head from your shoulders!"

• Just when you think Ace is finally leaving and Riddle is going to close the door again, the boy just had to get one final quip in. "Didn't know you had it in you."

• Riddle turns impossibly redder at that and marches right back out the door to chase Ace down, and you sit with your head in your hands, knowing you'll have to continue where you left off some other day.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

• Leona, despite spending most of his days lounging around, is near constantly stressed out and exhausted. Of course, he's got his Dorm to fret over, as well as the Spelldrive team, but most of it comes from being way too in his head and having no-one around to take him out of it.

• This changes in a relationship, and I have no idea what the popular consensus is on Leona as a boyfriend; but I see him as surprisingly clingy.

• Not in public, but I mean that whenever you're around him, he'll pull whatever tricks he has to in order to make you stay. He's a terrible influence on this front because he will encourage you to skip classes and any other responsibilities too.

• Leona is honestly kind of manipulative lmao. If you two are cuddling and you need to leave, his strategies for making you stay vary. Sometimes he'll try to act "cute". I mean talking very softly in your ear, suddenly deciding he wants to lay his head on your chest or in the crook of your neck (and he's just sooo comfortable now, please don't disturb him), big cat-like stretching, intentionally swishing his tail a bit, overall playing it up in the hopes of tempting you into staying for longer. And no, he does not feel any shame about this.

• Other times, he takes a more direct approach. Why would you ever choose to go to your boring-ass classes over making out with your very attractive boyfriend? Do you like history more than having his tongue in your mouth? I didn't think so.

• The problem with doing this in the botanical garden is that it is a very public and easily accessible area. And there are certain people who know they can find Leona there.

• "Leonaaa! C'mon, time to get up, you've got-- Oh."

• Leona turns his head, keeping his arms around your hips, not bothering to move you off of him. He sighed, exasperated. "Leave, Ruggie."

• "Shishishi, no need to get all aggro on me! I'm only here 'cause you're gonna miss another Alchemy class - not like I could've known you were getting busy in here."

• Leona scowled, and to your surprise and slight mortification, he grabbed your face and went right back to kissing you as if there wasn't a live audience stood right there. Thankfully, this seemed to have the desired effect, because the next thing you heard from Ruggie was a loud "ew, man! Fine! No skin off my back!" Followed by him quickly scampering away.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

• Azul is a lot of fun to distract.

• He doesn't mind having you in the same room as him as he goes through the Mostro Lounge's necessary paperwork for the day, he's good enough at multitasking that he can usually hold a conversation with you while he works. But when it's been a while since he's last looked up at you, maybe you start to feel a little neglected.

• You move your chair closer to his and he goes stiff for a brief second when you rest your head on his shoulder, but relaxes soon after. Just as he starts to write again, you snake your arms around his waist, lips pressing against his neck.

• He goes still again, face burning up as he tries to look like he's casually re-adjusting his glasses. "What are you up to?" You don't miss the way his voice wavers, and he finally meets your eyes, blushing more at the realisation that you've been staring at his face.

• "You're not paying attention to me." Azul gives a shy little laugh at that, turning around in his chair to face you. "Well, I am now."

• You kiss him, and he kisses back, either pulling you closer to hold in his lap or, if you're taller than him, being the one held in yours. Things were just barely getting started when you hear the door creak open and he shoves you away in record time.

• "Oh my," Clearly his save didn't do much though, because Jade can still see the two of you standing there red-faced and dishevelled, and puts the pieces together on his own. "I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?"

• "No," Azul claims, fixing his glasses that were hanging lopsided on his face. "What do you want?"

• "Oh no, I'm sure it can wait until you two are done here. Clearly this is more important than customer feedback." - "Jade, just tell me what it is." - "It is not as if Floyd and I were working ourselves to the bone running the Lounge in your absence while you were busy entertaining yourselves in here." - "Jade."

• By the way, yes Jade will tell Floyd about this, and no you both will never escape the teasing.

JAMIL VIPER

• Jamil is often too busy to have as much alone time with you as he would like, and given a lot of his job is dedicated to making sure Kalim doesn't die, he can't really afford any distractions. Though he has absolutely considered leaving the Housewarden to his own devices for a while so that he can sneak off to be with you, the fault would be entirely on him if anything did go wrong, so alas.

• Still, there are moments where he can have his guard down. As long as there's no threat of any potential danger, and his work then more-so becomes making sure the dormitories are clean. He really would much rather be spending his time with you on the occasions you visit the Scarabia dorm though, which is why he doesn't complain when you shove him into a nearby broom closet, close the door behind both of you and start kissing him.

• He knows he can't remain in here with you for long, so he's making the most of the time he does have. Jamil likes to be the one taking the lead, so that's exactly what he does, and no words are exchanged as he passionately steals kiss after kiss from you, with a kind of hunger you've seen on him plenty.

• The problem with getting too lost in the moment, is that neither of you notice the footsteps approaching the broom closet until it's too late and the door opens, revealing none other than Kalim.

• Jamil detaches himself from you, practically hugging the wall behind him to put as much distance between the two of you as possible, as Kalim's expression morphs quickly into one of pure shock-horror.

• "SORRY!" He yells, far too loudly, and Jamil winces at the thought he may have alerted some of the other students. Kalim slams the door again, though you can still hear him behind it. "Sorry! I'm so so sorry!"

• Silence falls then. Jamil sighs, running a hand down his face. Thinking you were alone now, you whisper, "So... You wanna keep going?"

• Before Jamil can answer, there's a knock on the door of the broom closet. "Jamil, can you give me the brush and shovel from in there? You can just slide it under the door if-"

• "Kalim! Go away!"

VIL SCHOENHEIT

• This actually happens quite frequently to the point you don't even question it anymore.

• It doesn't matter how private you two think you're keeping it. You could be in his room, knowing for certain that there's no urgent business or anything that can interrupt you, and you could even be absolutely sure that nobody saw you entering the Pomefiore dormitory and making your way to Vil's quarters.

• Because as you're on his bed, back against the headboard as he straddles you, you have full view of his bedroom window behind him. Usually, you wouldn't be looking anywhere but his gorgeous face; but you can't help it when you notice what look like a pair of eyes standing out amidst the trees and the dark of night.

• Your stomach drops and he seems to notice your gaze has drifted elsewhere. He turns around himself to see it. "What?- Oh, for the love of..." Vil groans, moving off of you and walking over to the window, rapping his knuckles angrily on the glass. The eyes retreat, shooed away like a startled bird, and he pulls the curtains closed, lips still pressed into a thin line when he turns back to see you.

• "Was it Rook again?" You ask, and he sighs deeply, returning to his bed.

• "Of course it was. Who else?"

• "You should really talk to him about doing that." You say, and he kisses you again, effectively silencing you.

• "No more talk of Rook, dear," he murmurs. "I'd much rather focus on you tonight."

IDIA SHROUD

• Idia is not a romantic. He frequently refers to you as "bro," "dude," has called you "oomf" over messages before and one time even called you "chat". Like a streamer. He's definitely the kind of guy to make fun of couples who do overtly romantic things, like pet names or holding hands, and I also have my own thoughts on his sexuality that I'm not gonna fully get into here.

• Basically, I don't think he's a very romantic or touchy person, and he won't be the one to initiate anything with you. He's more reliant on emotional connection rather than physical (and is quite needy on that front).

• That's not to say he's against it if you are the type to initiate make-out sessions with him. Just be aware that he is embarrassingly inexperienced, and nowhere near as adept at just picking it up as you go along as Riddle is.

• The ends of his blue hair flare pink as you kiss him again and again, not minding in the slightest the sloppy way in which he tries to return them. Eventually, Idia will ease into letting you do all the work, figuring that he's better this way, too.

• When he gains the courage to open his eyes, he tries not to snicker at how silly you look with your eyes closed and your face so close to his, and just as he's comparing it to those 0.5x zoom pictures of cats in his head, the door to his room opens and in comes Ortho.

• "Big brother?"

• "MMMH!" Idia shrieks against your lips, scrambling away from you, pulling his bed sheets up to his face as if to shield him. Still, Ortho doesn't appear to react to what he just saw, continuing as normal.

• "Can I go to an arcade with Deuce, Jack and Epel? It's off-campus, but nearby!"

• "Y-y-yeah, yeah, go... ahead..." Idia nodded, wide-eyed, the pink burning at the ends of his hair slowly spreading upwards. Ortho beamed.

• "Thank you!" And with that, he left. To be honest, you thought this went over remarkably well, until you heard a loud squeak come from Idia.

• "Oh nooo..." He whines, flopping down on his back with his hands covering his face. "He s-saw everything! And he's just gonna try to ignore it! Ouuuuh, t-this is gonna be so awkwaaard...! H-he's too young to have been exposed to something like that... I can never face him again...!"

MALLEUS DRACONIA

• Malleus' affection is almost annoyingly proper.

• He does like to touch you, but it often feels more like you're being pet, if that makes sense. He never really initiates anything more intimate on his own, though you've discovered that he likes hugs.

• So, one day you snap and the next time he tries to (almost condescendingly) pat your head, you grab him and pull him in for a kiss. He makes an adorably startled noise, but then you can feel him chuckling a bit as he wraps his arms around you, kissing you back.

• You pull back and he smiles at you, tilting his head. "You're bold," he purred. "For a human to yank me around like that..."

• "Shut up," you mutter, meeting his lips with your own again. He hums, and the moment is blissful, but it doesn't last.

• "My Liege! Ah, there you are! Lilia has been looking for--" Malleus turns his head, and you look over his shoulder at the disturbance. "E-EH?!"

• "...Sebek," Malleus didn't let go of you as he spoke. "Could you leave us? Let Lilia know I'm... occupied."

• "Y-yes... o-of course," Sebek nodded his head, bewildered and red-faced as he glanced between you and his Lord, still in each other's arms. "I-I'll do that right away!"

• And then he runs off, stumbling a bit on his way. Malleus watches him leave for a moment, then lets out a single soft, amused laugh. "My, he seemed startled. I wonder why. Is it really so shocking to see me with you?"

• "...I think he just wasn't expecting to interrupt us. He's probably mortified."

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑

HES LOUNGING ON HIS BED, leona half asleep with the candy in his mouth. lazily sucking on it when you suddenly jump to the side of the mattress and smile sweetly at him.

the housewarden jerks in his spot, biy doesn't push you away. he simply sighs, watching with one eye as you search around his nightstand.

"what are you digging for over there?"

you pull back, your body half over his chest as you pout, "the candy your eating, it smells good i wanna try it~" you draw an invisible on his bicep and he rolls his eyes.

"it's in the drawer, herbivore, you gotta―"

you don't let him finish his sentence, your hands already cupping his cheeks as you pull yourself in for a kiss. your tongue pushing itself in his mouth to steal the candy and pull away slowly, tasting the sweet treat.

"hm, you know it tastes a lot like coffee..."

he just stares at you, like you've confessed some kind of sin.

"... you've got guts,"

wasn't the first time you've heard that before.

he takes the wrist, gently but firmly, and pulled you closer his nose brushes across your cheek.

you didn't get a word in, the candy in your mouth taken back as fast as you stole it, leona's lips dancing over yours before he took back what was his.

when he takes the candy back, he bites hard down on it and pushes you to the sheets to tower over you, voice low as he leans in.

like a predator plotting his prey.

"if you wanted a kiss," leona purrs, lips ghosting over yours, "try asking nicely, next time. you might catch me in a bad mood, you know."

𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎

HE UNWRAPS THE CANDY CAREFULLY, azul taking his time to savor the candy as he plops it in his mouth. he barely notices you walk into his office with your hands behind your back, a cheeky smile plastered on your face.

you are well aware he's sucking on a candy, and it got you curious. so, with your hair flowing behind your shoulders, you took proud steps toward him.

"ah! good morning, darling. to what do i make your acquaintance?"

ah, as polite as ever he is. it made you smile wider as you took a glance at the wrapper in his hand, twirling around his fingers.

"what flavor of candy is that?"

azul was puzzled why you dodged his question, but replied anyways. "well, my dear, it's blue raspberry. jade brought a bunch of them to me as a gift, although i was spectacle at first, it seems to be a normal hard candy."

as he was about to say where jade got them from, you lean closer to him, faces almost touching. azul blinks once, nerves forming in his stomach, but you simple asked.

"may i have a taste?"

azul clears his throat, adjusting his glasses he agrees.

"of course you can, here, take from this bowl―"

not what you had in mind.

you quickly grab him by the collar of his uniform and pull him close enough to kiss him, your lips soft against his, he can't help but melt into it.

azul lets out a startled noise, but it brain melts as you push your tongue into his mouth and steal the candy swiftly.

when you pull back, azul is buffering. glasses crooked, shirt wrinkled and his legs already feel like jelly as he sits down.

ignoring your boyfriend, who you knew would react like this, you step back and hum happily. "i have to ask jade where he got these from, thank you azul~ ill be back later to pay you a visit, okay? love ya!"

you're already gone before azul can speak, although, he wasn't sure what to say. he just hides his entire face in his scarf and tries his best to act normal―especially around the twins and clients.

"they're going to be the death of me, i swear of it."

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋 𝐕𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐑

IT WAS RARE FOR HIM TO GET A MOMENT LIKE THIS TO HIMSELF, jamil was relaxing in his room before you appeared.

he barely glances at your first, peeking one eye out to see you sit beside him with your hands on your chin. a happy smile plastered on your face.

there's a faint softness in his eyes when he says, "need something, baby?"

you hum, scoot closer and lean close to almost touch noses. "that candy your eating, it smells good."

jamil blinks, waiting for the moment for to to continue speaking but you won't.

"ah," he starts, "you want one?"

you nod, but before he could react you grabbed him gently by the shoulders and kissed him―your lips dancing over his and his eyes widened.

he freezes, lets you steal the candy and blinks when you pull away.

a faint tint of pink on his face, cheeks warm.

"aye," he sighs, attempting to hide his embarrassment. "you could have asked."

he quietly exhales, and his gaze sharpens.

"come here." he states bluntly and pulls you back for another kiss, fingers playing with your hair.

he'll get even with you, eventually. sleep with one eye open.

𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐌

SUPER EXCITED TO EAT HIS CANDY, when kalim got his hand on the hard candy he is quick to munch on it.

you spot him immediately, marking your way into the lounge of scarabia, your presence already making the day ten times better.

kalim noticed you immediately and bounced to his feet and engulfed you in a hug before you even got close.

"name, you have to try this candy! jamil doesn't like it," kalim pouts, but pulls you by the wrist to his spot of cushions and blankets.

that's when you get an idea, already seeing him suck on the same candy you sit beside him and lean close, "i'd love to have one~"

before your boyfriend can grab you one, you're already cupping his face and leaning in for a little kiss. you chuckle softly into the kiss when kalim jerks, but grabs you by your as gently and lets you continue.

he squirmed slightly as you stole the candy straight out of his mouth with your tongue. his mind goes blank, cheeks hot and hands squeezing your sleeves.

the moment you pull away, kalim had a dorky smile on his face while you judge the taste of the candy.

"hm, minty!"

"do that again..."

you blink and then laugh softly, interlocking your fingers with his and kiss him again.

he immediately wants to try it with you as well, unwrapping a new candy before you can speak, his thumb brushing your lower lip as he fed you the candy.

"it feels more special when we both do it with each other, right?"

𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐓

HE SUPPOSED HE CAN TREAT HIMSELF ONCE IN A WHILE, for vil doesn't snack on candies as such very often. so when you spot him with a hard candy, you get curious.

you wander into his room, he's sucking on the candy with a towel on his head to dry his hair, for just stepping out of the shower.

even without makeup, vil schoenheit is gorgeous.

he's sitting up on his bed, sheets made and pillows fluffed. reading a magazine if his latest cover as he spots you enter.

"what candy are you eating, hun?" you asked, sitting at the edge of his bed flake to vil's hips.

vil flips the page before as he replies, "a candy rook gave, he actually gifted a bunch of them, i can't eat them all by myself,"

he pounders for a moment before you speak up, "can i have one?"

"be my guest, i have to get rid of them one way or another―"

you take vil gently by the cheeks and pull in for a kiss, lips soft and warm, his eyes widened at the sudden action doesn't pull you back.

he actually kisses you back, and that's when you steal the candy from his mouth and pull back with a soft smack of the lips.

"ah, raspberry~ rook knows my favorite, apparently!" you joked, but vil wasn't laughing.

he was silent for a few moments, until he let out an amused chuckle.

"my, my .. how bold of you~"

vil takes your chin and gently forces your eyes to lock with his own, his magazine completely forgotten on the sheets.

"you cheeky little thing, if you wanted a kiss~" the housewarden pulls you in for a slow, gently kiss.

"you could have simply asked~" his breath tickles your skin, but he merely chuckles at your blushed fave.

𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃

HE'S MID-GAME WHEN YOU WALK INTO HIS ROOM, idia doesn't bat an eye as he knows if already you─due to a special knock you do before entering.

you lean behind his gaming chair, the clicking of his keyboard filling the room as he greets you, not even looking away from the screen.

"hi, idy~" you tap your finger against his chair, noticing the way his cheeks move.

"what are you eating?" you asked, not seeing any ramen bowls or take-out. the clicks continue as he replies, "oh, just some candy ortho had when out with the nor-i mean, his friends."

he elbows the bowl to his left, and you follow his gesture to see lots of candies to choose from. "you can...have one of ya want,"

it's quiet, but you heard him crystal clear. just as you were about to take one, you think of a better idea. curse you and your playful moods, your doing to kill the poor boy.

before he can react, you spun his chair forcing a surprised scream out of him and he curls in on himself with his face buried in his hoodie.

"HEY― what-what ?? you can't just―what's with that look on your face?"

you grab his hoodie, pulling him close his face fully exposed and you crash your lips onto his. idia... malfunctions.

blue screen, idia.exe has stopped working, he lets out a strained yelp into the kiss and almost dies when you steal the candy out of his mouth.

you almost fell completely on top of him as he panics and jerks, but you hold yourself up with your knee at the edge of the chair.

steam is basically fuming out of his ears when you pull back, licking your lips, idia pushes you back out of nerves and embarrassment.

"WHA―WHAT WAS THAT FOR? you-you can't just―that was a powerplay, oh my sevens, don't look at meeeeheee!!"

he's glowing red when he hides his face again, his bangs poking out from the small hole of his sweater and you laugh out an apology, sucking on the candy still, idia isn't gonna forgive you without some sort of revenge.

𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀

HE EAT WHAT HE WANTS, WHEN HE WANTS. so when malleus indulges on a hard candy from one of the pop-up street stores, he finds you immediately.

"child of man," he calls for you upon reaching you in the courtyard. he finds you sitting under the ape tree, your eyes sparkle in the sun as you perk up at him.

"hi mal! oo, is that candy?"

the dragon heir chuckles at your enthusiasm, you already pulling him down from his arm, he aids by sitting down himself. close enough for you to lean against his leg.

"indeed. would you like to try one?"

enthusiastically, you nod. he smiles as he's about to teach for a second candy from his pocket until you grabbed him suddenly.

malleus let's out a sharp gasp, about to ask what you are doing until you kiss him. carefree, unaware of bystanders or passerby who took a double glance.

of course, he wasn't embarrassed to be with you, but is cheeks grew warm from your bold move.

your lips dance over his, delicate and warm, you finally stole.tje candy from his mouth and pulled back with a happy hum.

"oh, cherry? how delicious!" you giggle, eyes shut.

malleus doesn't speak right away, then his eyes soften.

"my, aren't you a confident one?" he teases, raising his hand to brush your hair away from your face. his hand resting at your cheek, "in all my years, no one has dared to steal from me~"

he leans closer, voice low, lips ghosting over yours.

"you wouldn't mind a little retaliation, hm?"

ʚ⁺˖↪ LEONA

Doesn’t even offer a surprised blink when you ask him. Instead, he simply motions you to lie on top of him on his bed, no further explanations given. Not very sure of what he has in mind but eager to find out, you make yourself comfortable on top, a folded leg on either side of him. Leona doesn’t offer anything more than a small grunt, and soon enough, you feel his hand land on the small of your back to angle your torso closer to his face. You brace the fall by quickly supporting yourself with your forearms against his pillow, but he had positioned you in a way that your chest was at level with his head. “How do you expect me to suck on your tits if you don’t come closer?” He’s so annoying, but you don’t linger too much on the thought because he hooks his fingers beneath your shirt and rolls it up, bunching it on top of your breasts. At the clear absence of a bra, Leona sends you an amused glance as he pinches a nipple between his fingers and rolls it. “You were eager for this to happen, weren’t you?” “Please, I know you’ll enjoy it as much.” Leona’s hand encloses around a breast, almost purring at the softness, before his tongue drags upwards in slow motion, your nub becoming taut from the stimulation. Without letting go of you, he opens his mouth wide to taste more than just your nipple, tongue tracing around the areola and savoring you. Soon, he finds himself seeking more, growing greedy and sucking at the sensitive spot—not covert enough in how he keeps teasing you with his fangs each time he draws your nipple into his warm mouth, slathering more and more saliva the longer it goes.

ʚ⁺˖↪ JAMIL

Lips in a straight line and impassive eyes—Jamil’s expression hasn’t changed since you brought this up. However, the longer you look at him, expecting him to say something, you see his cheeks taint with a reddish hue. When you try to take a better look at him, he faces away and pretends to need to do something before retaking the conversation. He doesn’t get far with that little ploy, though, as you’re familiar with his tactics. He’s another one that needs a gentle push in these endeavors. Not because he’s timid (although there’s some level of unease given his limited experience with intimacy) but more so because of his tendency to hold back his desires. Nevertheless, it’s not too difficult to get him to plop on the velvety cushioning of his bed. At first, Jamil allows you to take the lead when you get on top of him and kiss him with the intention of alluring him. In some way, he’s like a cat that tolerates your advances as long as it’s within his terms yet the moment you tiptoe out of it, he readjusts the dynamic. Jamil’s rather sensual without meaning to in the way he caresses your body. His intention is to maintain a degree of self-control by first sliding his hands from your hips to your sides, lips pressing into the side of your neck. His lips are soft against the tender skin, taking his time to descend upon the exposed areas by your shirt. Ever the observant, Jamil considers that your enjoyment of him taking his time with you is a plus even if this gentleness comes from another intention. While garnering your reaction, his thumbs brush the sides of your breasts. “You might lose balance if you keep writhing like that.” “It’s hard not to when you’re touching me like this, you know?” His mouth is still attached to your skin when his hands snake under your clothes, feathering the tips of his fingers along your waist until his thumbs end up brushing your nipples. Despite it being a faint touch, it was enough to garner a breathless reaction from you, rewarding you with another trail of his fingers on them. Jamil massages them with upwards and downwards motions, alternating with circular caresses. It reaches a point you can’t hold it back any longer, and you take it into your hands to undo the buttons of your shirt, urging him to do something about the dizzying ache. Jamil’s aware of the speeding thrum of his heart at the sight but remains collected on the outside. His eyes are closed once again when he leans closer to you, lips fluttering down your collarbone and in the direction of the center of your chest, where he prefers to nuzzle his face while both hands get to work. He maps the overall shape of your breasts with his palms, the softness, and any textured blemishes that stand out to his digits. Once he’s had enough of it, then he latches onto that taut nub that has been standing for attention.

ʚ⁺˖↪ MALLEUS

The room felt warmer than it should. It wasn’t just heat. It was something heavier, that clung to your skin and settled deep in your lungs with every breath. You couldn’t see it, couldn’t place it, but you felt it everywhere. The blindfold over your eyes only made it worse, sharpening everything else - the faint shift of air, the quiet sound of movement behind you, the way your own heartbeat seemed too loud in your ears.

You sat there, sightless, your fingers curling uncertainly at your sides. Every second stretched, unbearably slow, because you knew he was there. You could feel him without touching him - the heat of his body, the unshaken presence that seemed to fill the space around you.

The worst part was that he was just there. He was close enough that the warmth of him reached you, that your pulse began to climb on its own, anticipation coiling tighter with every passing second.

“Already tense,” he murmured behind you, voice low, edged with quiet amusement. “And I haven’t even done anything yet.”

Your breath hitched despite yourself.

His hand brushed against your arm, the touch barely there. The contact sent a shudder straight through your spine, your entire body reacting instantly. His fingers dragged upward, unhurried, His callous fingertips grazed your skin, making your breath catch.

A quiet chuckle left him. “That easy?”

“I’m not-”

Your denial faltered as his hand slid higher, and before you could pull away, his other hand came up, catching your chin and tilting your face upward. The motion was firm, no room to resist it. You froze under his grip, your breath uneven, your senses sharpened by the lack of sight.

“Don’t move,” he said softly.

You felt his fingers brush the edge of the blindfold. Then he pulled it away.

Light flooded in too suddenly, making you blink hard, your vision struggling to adjust. Shapes blurred, sharpened, and then settled.

And you saw a mirror. A full length mirror set near the end of the bed, directly in front of you, reflecting everything - the way you sat there, disoriented, your posture already giving away more than you wanted. Your confusion flickered across your face, your gaze darting between your reflection and his.

“W-what…?” The word slipped out quietly.

Leona’s hand remained at your chin, steadying you, keeping your face forward. A smirk pulled at his lips. “That,” he said, voice dipping lower, “is for us.”

His thumb pressed in, guiding your focus back to your own reflection when it tried to drift.

“So we can watch,” he added. “Every reaction.”

He nipped at the tip of your ear. “Eyes forward,” he commanded. “I want you to watch.”

Your gaze locked onto the mirror whether you liked it or not, and there was no escape from what you saw. Leona behind you, tall, broad, composed. His eyes were sharp, tracking every flicker of reaction you tried and failed to hide. Your own reflection was worse - already giving you away, lips parted slightly, tension written across every line of your body.

“Mm.” His thumb pressed lightly under your jaw, tilting your head just a fraction more. “There you are. No covering your eyes, or looking away. Remember that.”

His hand trails down from your chin, slow and deliberate, dragging across your throat, your collarbone, pausing just long enough to make your breath catch before continuing lower. He was pressing in, closing the already nonexistent space between you. Your back arched instinctively, trying to wrap yourself in his warmth. 

“See that?” he murmured, his voice brushing right against your ear. “You’re already leaning into it.”

One of your hands came up without thinking, grasping at his wrist, but he didn't stop. If anything, the contact seemed to amuse him more.

“Don’t start pretending now,” he added. “You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t want this.”

His fingers mapped your inner thigh, dragging in lazy arcs, testing your sensitivity. Then his touch slipped higher, grazing your labia, spreading the wetness around. He presses open-mouthed kisses on your neck and shoulder as his fingers spread your lower lips apart and pressed against your slit. You stared at the mirror, caught between wanting to shove down on Leona’s finger, and squirm away. 

“I’ve barely touched you,” Leona said in a low voice, almost devious. “What a needy girl.”

Before you could clear the fog settled in your head to speak, he slid one finger inside your sex. The first finger slipped in with ease, slowly moving in and out as his tongue licked down your spine. He used just the one finger until he was satisfied with the sounds of your impatience and the way your hole fluttered in want.

The second finger joined the first, but it only filled you with more yearning to feel full of him. You clenched tight around him, trying to pull his fingers deeper. He clicked his tongue and pinched your clit with his other hand, making you gasp. Your arms lost their strength and your upper body collapsed against the pillows.

“Relax”, he pulled you up again by your hair, making you stare at the mirror again.

The edges of his teeth scraped across the soft skin of your neck, occasionally stopping to suck up a hickey. His hand didn’t relent, and as your hips twitched with the telltale sign of an impending orgasm. Your thoughts scattered, your body tightening as the tension climbed higher until you couldn’t hold onto it anymore.

Your breath breaked, your body tensing up as the sensation hit all at once. A squeal slipped from you as the feeling crashed through you.

His touch slowed just enough to draw it out, making you feel every second of it. His other hand steadied you as you rid out your orgasm. And when he pulled his fingers out, he raised his hand to you, stained with the aftermath of your orgasm.

“Ah, what a mess,” he sighed. “One should clean their own messes, don’t you think?”

He brought his hand to your mouth and you obediently opened to lick his fingers clean. You curled the tip of your tongue over each digit with mindless precision. When he pulled his fingers out, you pressed a featherlight soft kiss to his fingertips and regarded him with a helpless look in your eyes.

“Mm, how can I deny you when you look at me like that?” Leona hummed, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand.

He settled between your thighs, both hands anchoring at your hips. His grip tightened, sending a heavy sense of anticipation curling through your stomach. You felt the heat of him before anything else.

Then his hands slided slowly up and down your sides, humming as he dragged his cock against your folds. Your body answered before your mind could catch up, your breath stuttering, back arching as you tried to grind yourself against him. You whimpered and whined in lust, frustrated that he couldn’t just give you what you desperately wanted.

Then your eyes flicked upwards and catched yourself in the mirror. You tensed up for a moment as you realized how needy you looked now. The way your hands gripped the bed sheets, a few strands of hair stuck to your face, your skin flushing red and littered with bite marks and hickeys, the slight tremor in your limbs as they struggled to keep you up.

And his smirk. His fucking smirk.

He was looming over you, still looking self-assured while reducing you to a pleading mess under him. One hand left your hip and dragged slowly up your spine, sending shivers through you, then gripped your hair and pulled your head back slightly.

“Do you like what you see, herbivore?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but only a surprised moan escaped them as he bottomed out inside you in one thrust. Despite how he had prepared you earlier, you can still feel his cock stretching you. You could see the way you sucked in a breath, the way you tried to relax around him even as your walls were throbbing uncontrollably.

It made it worse. Or better. You didn’t know anymore.

Because now you were trapped in it. Your own reactions reflected back at you, laid bare, magnified, undeniable.

He exhaled a heaving sigh, throwing his head back and groaned at the feeling of you contracting around him. When his gaze dropped back to you, it was heavier, focused.

His thrusts were slow at first, letting you adjust to the pressure before picking up a rhythm, rocking his hips into you as his hand joined the other in gripping your hips. You could tell that you were gonna carry his fingerprints on your hips for a few days after this, but you couldn’t care less right now.

You watched yourself in the mirror - the way your posture shifted, your legs spread slightly to make room for him, your mouth parted in breathy moans, your hips tried to move with him, the way control slips from you piece by piece.

“Sensitive,” His lips brushed your ear, close enough to make your breath stutter again. “I barely have to try.”

“Leona-” Your voice breaked slightly, and he hummed low in response, the sound vibrating against your skin.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Moan my name.”

His hands tightened at your hips, guiding the rhythm, and the next movements were stronger, making your support falter as a sharper sound slipped past your lips. Your head tipped back instinctively, your body arching into him, your body held up less by your own arms and more by his grip on you. His hand returned to your jaw, steadying you, pulling your focus back to the mirror.

“Keep your eyes ahead.”

He changed his pace, slow, then faster, then easing back again. You couldn’t follow it. You tried to match his rhythm, but he didn’t let you settle in it long enough before changing it again, leaving you grasping at something that was already gone. A helpless mewl slipped from your throat. It was disorienting, frustrating, making your chest tighten, your thoughts blur.

“Fuck me properly… Please…”

“With pleasure.” He chuckled, then wrapping his arm around your throat and shifting you into straddling him as he knelt down behind you. Your eyes rolled back as he fucked upwards into you, his tip pressing against your cervix and poking out in your belly obscenely. To make it worse, his hand pressed flat against that bulge, making all words leave your mind. You let out mindless moans and clawed your nails into his arm.

“Look at yourself,” he murmurs, voice dipping lower, almost coaxing now. “Or are you too out of it now?”

Your reflection proved him right. Your lips were parted, drool leaked out through the corners of your mouth, tears of pleasure and overwhelm clouded your vision. Your body moved instinctively now as you tried to meet his thrusts. Every small reaction felt amplified under his gaze, under the way he watched you, taking note of every detail.

“You are forgetting your manners,” he added suddenly.

Your thoughts are scattered, slipping through your moans. “I- what-”

He nipped the tip of your ear. “Who knows? Let’s see how many thrusts it takes until you remember.”

The next motions were brutal. He pulled all the way out until only the tip remained inside, then pushed it to the hilt in one thrust, over and over again. The force of it stole the breath from your lungs, your body jolting as sensation crashed over you in waves. You didn’t know whether he wanted to make you remember or to fuck all thought out of you now. 

His hand, that had been on your hip this entire time, moved to  grab one of your bouncing breasts, then pulled on your hard nipple. A shocking sensation ran straight from your nipple to your brain, and definitely didn’t help the mess in your mind right now.

“Oh… Sevens… Leona… Leona…” His name left your lips between moans, not out of conscious thought, more like a mindless mantra now.

“There it is. Good girl. My name should be the only thing on your mind now.” He rewarded you with a hard spank on your ass cheek, making your walls clench tight around him and pulling a hiss out of him.

His thumb came down to rub your clit and a broken sound escaped you. Then he slapped your clit and pistoned into you. Every nerve lit, every sensation heightened, every movement pulling you further into that overwhelming haze. Your nails dug deeper into his skin, drawing out droplets of blood as the orgasm spread to even the tip of your limbs. A sharp squirt of fluid shot from your pussy, soaking the bed sheets beneath you.

However, he didn’t ease his thrusts after you came. You cried and begged, saying that your pussy was too overstimulated. But even while you were pleading, every time he slid out, your lips would cling onto him, wishing he’d stay inside. You were so wet the squelching sound was almost as loud as his groans.

He leaned his weight over you. His hand found its place between your shoulder blades, and pressed your upper body down, flush against the bed sheets before grabbing your wrists and holding them captive behind your back. Your tears and drool wetted the sheets as your moans got louder and higher, bouncing between the walls of his room.

“Come on, be a good prey and give me one more…” He could feel his balls tightening as his release started to bubble up to the surface. The steady rhythm broke apart, turning uneven, almost frantic. Each motion came faster than the last, heavier, driven by instinct rather than precision. His grip tightening, his breath growing harsher as everything narrowed down to that single point.

Your breath hitched sharply, breaking into a gasp as the sudden change overwhelmed you further. Your eyes fluttered, then rolled back to the back of your head as it finally crashed over you, your body giving in completely, tightening then spilling around him. He loomed over you, his hand left your wrist and reached out, wanting to brace himself-

-but ending up pushing the mirror toppled over.

You could feel his warm cum stuffing you full at the same time as you heard the sudden, violent shatter of the mirror. The sound cut through the moment, splintering through the room as glass broke apart and fell in a glittering cascade.

For a second, your mind couldn’t catch up. The contrast was disorienting.

Pleasure hadn’t faded yet. It lingered, heavy and slow, still curling through your body, making your limbs feel weak, your thoughts hazy, yet the sharp echo of shattering glass was impossible to ignore.

For a moment, neither of you move.

Your breathing was loud in your ears, fast and uneven, dragging you back piece by piece. Your chest rose and fell as each breath easing you back to reality. Back to the sight of Leona’s body covering you, as if he was shielding you from the crash. 

“…Tch.” A low, irritated sound under his breath.

He forced himself back into control, pulling that raw edge back beneath the surface. Slowly, he rose up, his grip on you easing as the tension drained from his posture. He reluctantly pulled out of you, then his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you plush against him.

“Hey,” he murmured, the edge from the climax still remained even as he tried to soften his tone. “You alright?”

You nodded, still catching your breath, and he exhaled. His hand brushed your sweat-slick hair out of your face, then his thumb rubbed lightly against your cheek.

“You should’ve covered your face,” he muttered.

“…You told me not to.”

A quiet huff escaped him. “Yeah. I did.”

He didn’t say anything else for a moment, just stayed there, letting you both catch your breath. You can feel your mind coming back to you as you nestled into his warmth. Then his arms released your waist. One hand slid behind your back, the other beneath your legs and he lifted you up into his arms.

“Stay still”, he carried you off the bed, watching his steps as he took you to the en suite bathroom.

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Guess it felt too good to you too. Didn’t expect you to ruin that mirror.”

Riddle Rosehearts -Quality Time-

Riddle had always been focused on his responsibilities. Always trying to get himself as the perfect A+ student, perfect son, a perfect responsible young man.

So, imagine when he gained a small crush on you then BAM, you two are dating....

That would made him a mess. Why? Because you are his first to date since his O, dear mother of his, never let him date at such a young age.

Although, he does make sure to make this relationship with you a healthy, nice one.

He makes a lot of efforts, BUT his only way of showing his love for you is..well, quality time.

I mean, how could he not?

First, you're an amazing person than anyone in this school.

Second, he really isn't clueless in dating since he seen a lot of couples in his hometown by his window or stories he read with his two friends back in the time; in which, he only seen that couples spend time with each other.

Third, he doesn't really know how to express his feelings to you since he's been raised by his mother, a very strict woman, who rarely showed affection.

So, thanks to his acquaintances (cough cough, his friends/silly) and their... "advices," he would re-schedule his schedule to have free time just for you

When that happens, he would take you out to the Rose Maze Garden and have a small tea party reserved for only the two of you to spend time together with no interruptions

Or having a study session in his room at exactly 4 pm after school since he doesn't want to sleep late just like in Rule #34-...Oh, come on, don't look at him like that! It's going to make him stay all night cuddling you<3 (Spoilers, usually that happens after yall's study session)

Even the times when breaks are out for NRC, he would personally take you out to a date on some nice restaurants, cafes, a small shopping spree together, library, etc etc

All of this are precious times Riddle cherishes<3

Leona Kingscholar -Physical Touch-

.Leona always had pride in himself as the second-born prince of Sunset Savannah, always taking advantage of that for himself but never crossing the line.

It would be such a wonder if he had a s/o, such a curious things...

But here he was, the lazy, prideful, arrogant lion beastman prince had a herbivore to called his own

..The question that everyone asks, "how does Leona show his affection?"

To answer everyone's concern, his love language is..physical touch.

Wow, what a surprise! Of course it is, just like think about it: He rarely had attention from his parents, citizens of his homeland were fearful or were disgusted from him since he was born, and overall was lazy and didn't care for anyone but himself

I mean, I do see Leona being a bit touch starved but he will NEVER admit it nor even go crazy about touching just because he's "touch-starve"

No no, what he will do is very slowly, like taking small steps one by one, and delicately try to express his feelings through touches

Like it isn't what you expect, it will be like a beast for the first time experiencing something new that it never knew it existed or didn't knew it could experience it

This type would make Leona unsure of himself on how the hell is he in this position and very much wary if he should like hug you, kiss you, or anything like those

I mean, yes, at the very first few days of dating, he would occansionally brush the two of yall's hands together, head resting your shoulder, ruffles on the hair, etc...just small gestures at first

When he finally assures himself everything is alright through the time you two are together, he would cling to you like A LOT

Hell, he would even disrupt YOUR class to take you over his shoulder and walked out of the room to go to his usual nap spot so he can cuddle you

So don't be surprise when cuddle time happens, he would practically use his WHOLE weight on you to trap you there until he wakes up from his nap....oof

That also includes the fact he uses small gestures of lion affection through touches too

Like rubbing foreheads/faces together, small "kisses" on the neck to the face, small playfights that turn to cuddling

Yep, basically he acts like a total big cat when it comes to affection in his own way

And being asked of it? He'll denied it and brush it off as of nothing

But come on, we all know he's proud of himself that he got to call you his.

Azul Ashengrotto -Acts of Service-

Azul has always been a young man full of manipulation and greed for poor unfortunate souls to reach out for him like he was their "savior."

And this so called, "savior," suddenly found his love of his life, oh his sweet S/O

So of course, as the amazing person he was, his love language is acts of service!

...I mean, it's to the point one can call him dramatic with how hard he wants EVERYTHING to be perfect just for you even though it's just a small, sweet date in the Monstro Lounge after hours or just cuddling in the room

Come on, we all know Azul hides it well but he's still insecure from his past; in which, he doesn't want to loose the only person that doesn't judge him, his personality- Just his whole existence! Of course he has to express his raw feelings to you with acts of service!

Oh? You want lunch? JADDEEEEE, TIME TO COOK! And make sure to not- TAKES OUT BIG LIST OF THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE

Oh? You want to buy something? DO NOT FEAR, TAKES OUT CARD, LET ME BUY FOR YOU

Oh? Your bag is heavy? HOLDS IT ON THE ARM, I GOT YOU

Basically this young, handsome lad will do anything for you.

You know what they say, "Just say the word, your wish is my command"

That's literally his definition of love

Kalim Al-Asim -Giving gifts-

Kalim has always been a naive, sweet prince of the Scalding Sands kingdom, always looking the positive side and never the negative

It will always be expected yet still surprising that he suddenly got a s/o

Now, I won't lie, he's a green flag

His main priority is you and your happiness, comfort, safety- MAN, just YOUR WHOLEEE DUTY OF EXISTENCE IS HIS MAIN PRIORITY

Don't be surprise that his way of expressing his love for you is spoiling you to rotten....

Like his main language would be giving gifts

BUT come on, what ya expect? Even though this sweetheart is a sweetie to you, he's EXTRA EXTRA RICH than 6 BLOODY BILLIONARES...

So, expect hundreds of gifts waiting at your door, surprise parties for you with THOUSANDS OF GIFTS WAITING FOR YOU NEATLY WITH CARE, or RANDOM SHOPPING SPREES WITH HIM BUYING ANYTHINGGGGGGGGG YOU JUST GLANCE AT...

Like "If you want it, you got it" type but at the same time, he LOVES surprising you with gifts

Oh my, let's cuddle- GASPPPP...who will leave this neatly wrapped gift on your NEATLY BED?.....

OH WOW..UHH..WHO PUT THAT NEAT, BASKET WITH THE SWEETEST LETTER EVER AND HAS ALLL THE FOOD THAT SPECIFICALLY JAMIL COULD COOK....

UH UH...why is there the specific thing you mentioned last week neatly tucked on your desk....

Yeah, it's THOSE types of surprises. Wanna know something silly?

When he's used to you and basically knows you like the back of his hand, he will basically do those surprise gifts but he will put them on the spots you always or frequently go to

Even if you are in a bad mood, he will make sure to give you the respected space you need; however, he will still place a nice, comfort gift with a sweet letter of his own in hopes to cheer you up or if you need more comfort, he's here for you

Even though, he's naive, with all of this? It's proof this silly sunshine loves you tooo much...Well, MORE THAN THE UNIVERSE!!

Vil Schoenheit -Soothing and reassuring touch-

Vil was known as a model who never falter with his appearance or even his firm beautiful expressions along with personality, always thinking everything should be perfect without a fail

It would be surprising that he actually glanced at love for a second and suddenly had a beloved s/o! Of course, it blew all over Magicam-

I mean, he doesn't mind BUT OMG, DID A FAN JUST TOOK A PIC OF YOU WITH THOSE CLOTHES?? HELLL NAHHHHHH

Uhm, as I was saying, his love language is in the physical touch category BUT it's specifically named: "Soothing\Reassuring touch"

Even with the look on his face, the side glance, the sharp-firm words cutting yours down, or the small glare down on you like he disapproved your whole existence

His touch says the opposite, the way his hands cup your face, one of his finger idle caressing your skin, maybe a little wandering with his hands to make sure he doesn't overwhelm you with his words

I mean, some times he won't be lying but he does it for your own sake, because who in their right mind will wear strap sandals WITH socks OUT IN THE PUBLIC?! (Me fyi/hj)

However, when it comes to serious stuff like you in a bad state, he would comfort you, with his best, in his own way. Gentle assurances, yet also holding you while pecking away your sadness

Hell, he might even try to cheer you up with some silly things, but his embrace still won't leave you away

Even with him trying to stable yall's relationship and putting efforts for it, you will know that his romantic way of speaking is through soothing touch

Expect hand holding with rubbing your knuckles by his thumb, one hand on your lower back, hand rubbing your back, etc

But most important, his main (and favorite) would always be some type of holding

It can be holding you by his arms, your face, your arm...any type

The reason he does love them is because he can easily have access to express his feelings properly with you now in front of him

By the Sevens, he loves his dear s/o so much<3

Idia Shroud -Being seen-

Idia is known as the anti-social introvert of the whole NRC with a small secret that he's actually the "Boss" of S.T.Y.X., one of the popular companies, in Island of Woe

But like how the hell did this weirdo ahh guy pulled a sweet s/o like he does NOT deserve an amazing 5 star SSR character LIKE YOU LIKE WHAAA-!?

He still can't BELIEVE the fact that you even ACCEPTED his feelings AND RETURN THEM

Oh god, he was embarrassed by this...BUT IT'S HIS ONLY CHANCE ON FINALLY GETTING HIMSELF A SPECIAL SOMEONE....

In other words, he will try his very best to make you happy in this relationship with him!

I mean, how can you when you have a guy like hi- NO, IDIA! FOCUS!!

Just like what he expects from a partner, his love language to express his feelings to you is actually called: "Being Seen"

It's EXACTLY what you expect

It means he's very attentive with your interests, feelings, and thoughts; therefore, you can say that this type is basically Idia being perspective and thoughtful about you

Like you will be talking on the phone while he's playing his video games from the other side of the phone's screen, then you mention something that you wanted to buy but didn't want to because no thaumarks and then suddenly, a package arrives at your door literally two days after and it was the item you wanted to buy

Or even the fact even random rambles together about yall's interests or opinions, when you mention somethings like favorite foods or characters (If you are interested in video games/anime/shows tho), he will basically buy them the next day and give them to you when you two will hang out in his room

Yes, he does get embarrassed when being ask, making up excuses and all

But come on, he can't deny the fact that he's very perspective with his loved ones

SPECIFICALLY if it's a lover too, aka his dear s/o<3

Matter fact, he takes notes on a journal (not too small or big) that is dictated to you about what you wanted/needed/interested in/etc just for him to remember to buy it before he does anything else or gets distracted

Just oh my sevens! How did he get in this situation with a gorgeous s/o!? HIS S/O!?!?

Malleus Draconia

-Words of affirmations-

Malleus is known as one of the top 3 most powerful mages in the whole wide world to the point everyone fears me; in which, he becomes a lonely dragon with no one from the outside except his guards and "godfather," Lilia

Wouldn't it be a miracle for Lilia (and Malleus ofc) and a SHOCKING TO EVERYONE that MALLEUS DRACONIA has a s/o!?!

Of course it would be!!

Well, for Silver, he would be happy for his liege while Sebek might be rambling the fact Malleus' s/o doesn't deserve Malleus (until after 2 months or few he shuts up abt it and protects Malleus' s/o since come on, he knows you gonna be his bride/groom/lover for life in the future so he gotta protect his WAKA-SAMA'S LOVER-)

And you know how faes are, very poetic and all, romantic even

It wouldn't be a surprise that Malleus' love language is Words of affirmations

Oh, you're thinking those types? That go: "You have a beautiful smile"

Nah nah, it will more like: "Your warm, like a sunny morning, smile brightens the dark to my windless night of terrors and fright. It makes the angels sing down to my poorly, yet delighted soul to brighten up for the new evening to be with you once more."

Those types of poems that make you feel like you really are the apple to his eye, that make you feel like an old princess/prince/heir in those romantic, cheesy stories

However, he doesn't do it because of that

He does it because in Fae culture, in the way to express their deepest affections towards the other, they say the most heartfelt poems of all history that not even a human poetic can't handle the greatness without breaking a tear

That's why Malleus does those types, definitely with the words of affirmations too when it comes to you

When he does do it, it fills him up with joy every time he sees you smile with his heartfelt compliments that are only reserved for you.

In other words, expect a LOT of them

He can be literally holding a book of them compliments like he's on a case or something

Then when the perfect timing hits, he throw away that book to just let out his long yet full raw emotional poem just for you

Even if you are feeling down, he may not be good at comforting, but he's good at offering his presence for you

If he could, he would even tell you soft assures for you, poetically like how he was raised and taught, yet genuine love and concern for you

It's insane how smitten he is

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Leona Kingscholar

You wake up with Leona's arms around you, sunlight barely shining through the curtains because he made sure they were drawn shut the night before. He’s not a morning person, and if it were up to him, you wouldn’t get out of bed at all.

"Tch. You’re already awake? Go back to sleep, it’s your birthday. No one’s expectin’ you to be up this early." He grumbles, pulling you closer.

Eventually, after lots of coaxing (and maybe a few bribes in the form of kisses), you are able get out of bed.

Leona’s not the type for big parties, but he does something thoughtful in his own way, like making Ruggie organize you a romantic picnic in the botanical garden. He doesn’t even complain when you take loads of pictures with him.

The day ends with you lying in bed the same as that morning, Leona holding you in his arms, muttering one last “Happy birthday, herbivore,” before drifting off to sleep.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil insists that you start your birthday right, which means waking up in silk sheets, with a a perfect breakfast that is perfect in taste, aesthetic and nutrition because you only deserve the best.

He personally supervises every step of your morning routine, making sure your skin is flawless and that you’re as radiant as ever. "It’s your day, and I won’t have you looking anything less than perfect."

You’re going to to be pampered the entire day (even more than usual). A shopping trip? A spa day? A private dinner with an exclusive menu? He’s thought of everything.

His gift is something incredibly personalized, maybe a fragrance he designed just for you, or a limited edition item from your favorite brand.

At the end of the night, he sits with you on the balcony, sharing a quiet toast to another year together. "My darling, every day with you is a gift. But today, the world itself should celebrate you."

Idia Shroud

The morning starts with you waking up alone, only to find that Idia technically never slept. Instead, he was up all night setting up the ultimate birthday gaming experience for you.

"G-Good morning! Uh—sorry if I woke your up, but look! I made a whole list of games that fit your tastes, and we can play all day, no interruptions."

He isn't the type for regular parties but maybe he set up a virtual surprise where NPCs from your favorite games wish you happy birthday.

His gift? Probably something like a customized controller, or even him buying you any game skin you want. He tries to act nonchalant about it, but his ears are burning red when he gives it to you.

At the end of the night he shyly offers you to lean against his shoulder while you continue gaming. "I-It’s fine if you wanna sleep here. I mean it’s your birthday, so… whatever makes you happy."

Lilia Vanrouge

You wake up not because of an alarm, but because Lilia is already hovering over you, grinning mischievously. "Rise and shine, birthday star~!"

He’s so excited. Probably already made breakfast especially for you (though whether it’s edible is another story).

The whole day is a bit of chaos and fun, he drags you to some kind of adventure, even if it’s just sneaking into different parts of the campus for fun.

His gift is maybe something sentimental like a charm with protective magic or a handwritten letter filled with reasons why he loves you.

The night ends with him humming a soft melody for you, coaxing you to relax. "Another year older, another year more wonderful. You’ll always have me by your side, my dear."

Cater Diamond

You wake up to your phone blowing up, Cater’s already posted a barrage of cute birthday messages and pictures for you. "Gotta make sure everyone knows it’s your special day, y’know?"

He wanted to really make your day special for you so he hid little gifts all over for you to find. Each one has a cute note attached, making you feel extra appreciated.

His actual gift? A scrapbook filled with memories, photos, little doodles, messages from your friends. He loves seeing you smile while you look at each of the pages .

At the end of the day, he insists on a sunset selfie, just the two of you, with the golden light making everything look unreal. "This one’s for the memories, babe. Here’s to another year of being iconic together!"

His claws twitched as he watched your supple cheeks round with laughter, chubby like a hamster. He itched to touch the cute curve, his eyes zeroing in like a hunter (he’s crazy about you). You continued to smile, the glossy planes of your lips an enticing sight to his hungry gaze.

Without thinking, he reached out to firmly grasp your jaw, his claws gently poking your plump flesh. “Stupid herbivore.” He muttered, licking his lips at the sight of your confusion, “looking like a damn hamster.” You couldn’t help but grin, snickering into his palm as he teasingly pulled your face closer. Leona couldn’t pin point within himself why he was acting like this, why it was so hard to keep his hands away from your face.

Your laughter quieted as you met Leona’s gaze, who was silently staring back at you. You knew him better than he wanted to admit and he could see that truth in the way that your lips twitched. No matter how much he furrowed his brows, he knew you could tell he was lying. 

Lying about being irritated, you search into his emerald eyes and see the affection that boiled within them. The slight loosening of his jaw as his gentle eyes traced over the features of your face.

You melted into his arms, the familiar warmth that seeped through his clothes beckoning you to lean into his chest. Sighing in an attempt to sound uninterested, his hand slowly moved to cup the back of you head. Leona said no more, and neither did you, savoring the silence of content and comfort as his fingers slowly played with your hair. You huffed as he tugged the strands.

Leona couldn’t help it. Your hair was just so soft, your cheeks so round, your laughter so sweet—you were unbearable. 

leona notices he likes you long before he actually admits it to himself. unfortunately, acknowledging things means dealing with them, and leona would rather take a three-hour nap in the middle of the botanical garden than willingly unpack his own emotions. so instead, he spends an embarrassingly long amount of time pretending there's a reasonable explanation for why he suddenly tolerates your presence more than everyone else's.

at first, he tells himself you're just less annoying than most people at NRC. which is true. you don't constantly demand things from him, you're not intimidated enough to act weird around him, and you somehow manage to talk to him normally without trying too hard. it's tolerable. relaxing, even. sometimes you sit beside him while he naps, rambling quietly about your day while he pretends not to listen despite remembering every word afterward. naturally he starts letting you linger around more often. naturally he stops chasing you off when you invade his space. that doesn't mean anything.

except eventually, it starts meaning a lot. the problem is that leona gets used to you far too quickly. your presence slips into his routine so naturally that he barely notices it happening. he expects you beside him during lunch. expects your voice cutting through the quiet while he rests. expects your company in the botanical garden during lazy afternoons. and when you aren't there, he notices immediately, though he would rather die than admit that out loud.

unfortunately, ruggie notices for him. "ya keep lookin' over there." leona barely opens one eye from where he is sprawled beneath a tree. "no 'm not." "uh-huuuh." ruggie grins shamelessly. "prefect ain:t even here yet and you’ve checked the doorway like six times." "...you're annoyin'." ruggie's laughter nearly gets him mauled.

after that, leona becomes irritatingly aware of his own behavior around you. because now that the idea exists in his head, he starts catching himself doing things he cannot explain away casually anymore. letting you steal food off his plate without complaint. instinctively pulling you closer whenever crowds get too dense around campus. opening one eye during naps just to check whether you are still nearby before falling back asleep. it's ridiculous. even worse, physical affection becomes a complete disaster.

leona is naturally kinda touchy with people he tolerates, but with you it starts feeling different somehow. heavier. more instinctive. if you lean against him while talking, his tail flicks lazily around your leg before he even realizes what he is doing. if your fingers brush through his hair absentmindedly, he nearly melts into the touch despite himself. one time you fell asleep against his shoulder and leona stayed completely still for over an hour because moving would wake you up. it's pathetic. especially because you remain completely oblivious.

"you're staring again." leona blinks slowly from where he's lounging across the couch. "...am not." you snort. "you totally are." "maybe your face is just in my line of sight." "...that doesn't even make sense." he shrugs lazily while refusing to acknowledge the fact that he has absolutely not processed a single page of the book in his hands for the past ten minutes because you keep smiling at your own thoughts beside him.

honestly, everyone figures it out before leona bothers admitting it properly. ruggie has been insufferable about it for weeks. jack notices because leona starts making exceptions for you specifically, which basically counts as a public declaration by his standards. even the savanaclaw students start quietly moving away whenever you approach because somehow they all realize faster than leona does that he actually likes having you near him. and that's the problem, really. he likes you near him too much. more than is safe.

because somewhere along the line, you stopped feeling temporary. your presence became comforting in a way leona isn't used to allowing himself. when NRC gets exhausting, he looks for you instinctively. when something irritates him, your voice calms him faster than it should(y/n and the ceo ahh). your trust settles warm and heavy in his chest every time you seek him out naturally, like you never doubted he'd let you stay. that part affects him most. leona has spent years convincing himself not to need people too deeply. disappointment is easier when expectations stay low. attachments are easier when they remain shallow enough to walk away from. except he can't imagine wanting you gone anymore.

the realization hits him during one of those quiet afternoons in the botanical garden. he's half-asleep beneath the shade of a tree while you sit nearby reading aloud from some book neither of you actually care about. your voice drifts lazily through the warm air, soft enough that he could easily fall asleep listening to it. then, without thinking much about it, you reach over and brush a few strands of hair away from his face. simple. gentle. comfortable. and leona feels something tighten unexpectedly in his chest.

because suddenly every strange instinct over the past several months lines up perfectly. every moment he sought you out unconsciously, every irrational spike of irritation when other people monopolized your attention, every ridiculous urge to keep you close whenever possible. ah, so that's the problem. he's in love with you.