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He’s never liked staying at the palace, the media and many know that well—knowing he’s ran away from home multiple times. So, whenever he’s forced to stay there and falls sick, he doesn’t wait before finding you. Your phone lights up with a message, “I’m outside, open up.” You hurry downstairs and swing the door open, finding him there on the doorstep—breath uneven as his fever rises. When you ask why he always comes to you whenever he’s sick, his answer is always, “It’s unbearable being ill in the palace,” he mutters. His answer isn’t entirely a lie, but he’d be lying if he said there isn’t another reason. He likes the way you fuss over him, the quiet comfort of being taken care of by you.

Likes your hands a lot, he’s always mindlessly rubbing his thumb across your knuckles or lacing them together with his. Every time you meet, he greets you with a kiss on the back of your hand. When you question why he does that, he just spares you a smug look before letting out a soft chuckle.

Has this habit of always having his hands on you. Whether it be his palm resting against the small of your back, guiding you through a crowd, or his fingers mindlessly tracing circles on your waist, his touch always seems to find its way to you. When it’s just you two alone, he gets a little greedy with it. Your back pressed to his chest, his arms around your waist, holding you close as if he has no intention of letting go anytime soon. The moment you try to slip away, he pulls you closer. “Don’t,” he whispers, his breath brushing against your ear.

He rarely gets jealous, but when he does, he sulks like there's no tomorrow. When you ask what’s wrong, he only shrugs you off. “S’nothing,” he mutters, though the restless shift of his posture say otherwise. He grows quieter, clearly bothered yet too stubborn to admit it. It’s only then when you smother him in kisses would he give in, sighing as he lets the truth slip through his lips.

He won’t say it outright, but he deliberately tangles his hair—knotted just enough for you to step in to fix it. Sure, he likes the usual, top portion of his hair in a messy bun, secured with a random fork he found. But there’s just something about the way you run his fingers in his hair that makes his stomach flip. And he’s not very discreet with his antics either, giggling like a hopeless fool in love as you braid his hair.

He has the worst fashion sense EVER, but I guess it’s justified as he’s a merman but still. So more often than not, he turns to you for advice and picking outfits. And surprisingly, he listens intently and is open to your suggestions. It’s gotten to a point where you suspect he’s just using it as an excuse to spend more time with you, well, not that you mind.

He’s always dragging you to places, both seen and unseen. His curiosity about the world beyond the sea drives him to explore, but it’s more than just that. He likes seeing you light up when you spot things you like. He finds endless joy in spoiling you, always secretly buying the item you were eyeing when you aren’t looking.

Likes it a LOT when you depend on him, “Rielle can you-” Oh no don’t worry, for you? He can and will. Whether it be carrying your bag, helping you do chores, studying, or whatever task you have in hand, he’s ready to help. Others may find it odd, strange even, but there’s just something special about being needed by you. It isn’t just about feeling needed; it’s about being seen more than just a carefree, laid-back prince like many do.

He adores cuddling with you, way more than he’d ever confess. He loves the feeling of the warmth of your body pressed against his, your back to his chest as he rests his chin on your shoulder, twirling a lock of your hair. Though, it does get to a point. Arms coiled snug around your waist as he pulls you closer, nuzzling into the curve of your neck—breathing in your scent. Greedy? Yeah, a tad bit. But when it comes to you, he can’t get enough.

♡  Rook Hunt

You’re in your room, scrolling on Magicam as usual when a soft knock taps against your window. And of course, it’s Rook. Perched comfortably on a nearby tree branch, greeting you with his usual bright smile. As you slide the window open to let him in, his attention drifts elsewhere. His eyes drift down to your shorts—how they hug your shape and leave your legs mostly bare. He stares a moment longer than he probably should, only snapping back when you clear your throat to get his attention. “Ehem.” you clear your throat, jolting Rook to look you in the eye. “Mon amour, those shorts suit you wonderfully,” he says, his smile stretching wide as he steps closer, gently pulling you toward him. “It is as if you’re tempting me.” He murmurs, voice dropping as his hands rest against your hips, sending chills down your spine.

♡ Vil Schoenheit

Vil returns from his shoot looking drained, eager to come home to you. As he steps into his dorm, he runs a hand through his hair, eyes closing as he prepares to vent about his day. “My dear, you wouldn’t believe what happened today—” he begins, only to cut himself off the moment he looks at you. But that wasn’t the point, he was more focused on the shorts you were wearing. You’re in the middle of getting dolled up, carefully applying mascara, oblivious to the effect you have on Vil. But it isn’t the makeup that distracts him—it’s the shorts you’re wearing. His gaze lingers on your thighs, the fabric fitting you almost too well. A faint flush rises across his cheeks before he quickly moves, placing his blazer over your lap. “Wha—what’s wrong, Vil?” you ask, confused by his sudden reaction. He turns his head away from you, trying to regain his usual composure. “While I must admit those shorts suit your figure beautifully—I would much rather you wear them only when you’re alone with me,” he says, his back still turned, his cheeks noticeably flushed despite his attempt to stay dignified.

♡ Leona Kingscholar

Leona wakes up from the faint feeling of you stirring beside him, He lazily opens one eye, only to find himself greeted by the sight of you stretching next to him. Normally, he’d ignore it and drift back to sleep—but something catches his attention. His gaze lingers on your shorts, how they cling to your thighs and have ridden up just enough to leave very little to the imagination. When you catch him staring, he turns his head away like it was nothing. “Ehem, you were staring, mister?” “I wasn’t, you’re imagining things.” “Mhm, sure you weren’t.” You weren’t buying it, but you knew better than to try Leona at his own game.

♡ Ruggie Bucchi

You had called Ruggie over to help with your laundry offering free food as payment—well who was he to decline right? He knocks on your bedroom door, and when you open it, his gaze instantly drifts downward. Before you can question it, he gently tugs you closer, his hands resting on your hips while he quickly scans the area, a faint blush creeping onto his face. “Hey, your shorts-” He says abruptly as he keeps glancing around. “What about them?” “They’re really short! And—look, they suit you, alright? They look really good on you, but I don’t like the idea of other people starin’ at you weird,” he blurts out, his eyebrows furrowing more with each word as he unconsciously pulls you closer, clearly bothered by the thought.

♡ Cater Diamond

You decided to stay over in Cater’s dorm for a change. He had already noticed the shorts you were wearing earlier but didn’t think much of it—at least, not until morning came. He woke up to you sleeping on your side, one leg stretched long as the other curved at your knees. He wakes up to the sight of you still asleep beside him, lying on your side with one leg stretched out while the other bends slightly. At some point during the night, your shorts had ridden up your thigh just enough to catch his attention, and he can’t help but stare for a moment longer than he should. It takes him a few seconds to snap himself out of it, a warm blush creeping across his face as he quickly looks away. He takes his phone and snaps a few pictures of you sleeping peacefully, the sevens know what he’ll do with those photos later.

♡ Trey Clover

You had agreed to helping Trey with baking, but it seems like you didn’t catch the dress code apparently. You came into Heartslabyul’s kitchen in an oversized t-shirt which was in fact, Treys but he left it in your room so you can’t be blamed—then short shorts to top it off. Hearing your footsteps, Trey turned around, a smile lighting up his face. “Oh, Prefect, perfect timing—” He stops mid-sentence when he takes in your outfit. Quick to react, he drapes an apron over you, stepping close behind you. “I don’t mean any malice, but this school is full of boys, and you know how they can be,” he says, forcing a small smile while his ears turn a bright shade of red.

♡ Azul Ashengrotto

Azul had been buried in work all day, hogged up in the VIP room organizing paperwork, barely sparing you a glance. So, you decide to tempt him. You slipped into your shortest pair of shorts and flopped down on a nearby couch, swinging your legs lazily as you casually watched him do paperwork. After a while, Azul’s patience starts to thin. “Please my pearl, quit with the staring-” he begins, only to freeze mid-sentence when his eyes inadvertently catch your thighs, barely covered by the shorts. You’re sprawled across the couch, legs draped over the armrest, giving him an impossible view. He opens his mouth to say something, then shuts it again a few moments later, adjusting his glasses and letting out a shaky breath in frustration. He returns to his paperwork, but the bright red blush on his face gives away just how flustered he really is.

♡ Jade Leech

You’d spent the night in Jade’s dorm room since it was a weekend anyways, and he had left you in his room to tend to his duties at the Mostro Lounge for a while—stating he’ll be back in a few. Making yourself comfortable, you decided to take a shower and change into something casual—a flimsy tank top and a pair of very short shorts. After an hour or two, Jade returns to find you sprawled across his bed, the shorts fitting you in all the right ways. He pauses for just a few seconds, taking in the sight, before greeting you with his usual calm smile. He acts perfectly normal around you, but the sevens know just how much restraint it took for him to hold back the urge to devour you right then and there.

♡ Floyd Leech

Out of nowhere, Floyd visits you at Ramshackle on a random Saturday. You’re in Ramshackles lounge, sprawled on the couch with a bag of chips in hand, endlessly scrolling through Magicam—when a loud thud startles you. The door had slammed shut behind him, and there he is. Floyd, here to see you. “Shrimpy, where are you?” He coos, as he walks towards the lounge, only to freeze when he spots you in an oversized t-shirt and flimsy shorts. After a brief pause, he strides over, a smile on his face that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Before you can react, he pins you gently against the backrest of the couch. His carefree expression fades into something darker, more predatory. “Don’t tempt me,” he warns, his voice low as his hands rest on your thighs—firm enough for you to feel, but not enough to hurt. Oh may the sevens save you from this man, but you know damn well you’re right where you want to be.

♡ Idia Shroud

Idia had invited you over to defeat a dungeon with him, he didn’t expect you to come so—comfy-looking. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t notice how short your shorts were, barely covering you from waist down, though he didn’t have the nerve to mention it. As you two played, he couldn’t keep his eyes off your thighs, fumbling through the game more than usual. He wasn’t acting like himself, and it was painfully obvious. “Idia what’s wrong? It’s unusual for you to be, THIS bad.” you say, raising an eyebrow as his blue-flamed hair flickers bright pink. He stammers, struggling to form coherent words. “It’s just… y’know… your shorts—” He stops, the tips of his hair glowing an even brighter pink. After a shaky pause, he continues, voice dropping a little with each word “They… they look good on you. A bit too good, maybe…” Somebody, please, save him from this mess.

♡ Malleus Draconia

You’d stayed the night in Malleus’s dorm, with the flimsy excuse that he couldn’t sleep well without you around—he could sleep well just fine without you. He was just being dramatic. Somehow, you woke up earlier than him, and decided to make the most of the quiet morning. As you brushed your hair in front of the mirror, Malleus quietly approached from behind, his hands resting lightly on your thighs as he toyed with the hem of your shorts. “Good morning, my dear,” he murmured, his chin settling gently on your head. His eyes flicked to your reflection in the mirror, lingering on your thighs for a moment before looking away—though it was clear he wasn’t trying all that hard to hide it.

♡ Lilia Vanrouge

You weren’t expecting anyone today—it was a Sunday, after all. But of course, Lilia just had to disturb your peace one way or another. As you were just waking up and stretching, you’re met with the sight of him upside down, that same infuriating smile plastered on his face. “Good morning,” he teases, flipping upright with ease. “—Lilia! Sevens, you almost gave me a heart attack!” you exclaim, clutching your chest. But Lilia’s attention isn’t on your reaction. His gaze drifts lower, lingering on your thighs, hugged perfectly by your shorts. He stares for a few more moments before meeting your eyes, flashing another mischievous smile. “Though I do think your shorts fit you quite well,I’d prefer you without th-” You cut him off instantly, slapping your hand over his mouth, a blush spreading across your cheeks. “—Lilia!” you shout, as he chuckles muffled against your palm. Gosh, this man.