~Right.. No Magic (PT 6)~
SYNOPSIS: School life at NCR wasn’t the most forgiving especially if you’re not magically gifted, so how will the boys react to Yuu’s scars from this year?
CONTENT: Reader is Yuu, GN Reader, Mention of Scars, Mention of being shot with an arrow, Mention of your teacher beating you (again-)
REQUESTS: Open !! (Inbox 7 Pending)
LINKS: Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Ignihyde, Diasomnia
Potionology class with Mr. Crewel was a scary experience to put it lightly. One mistake and he’ll whip you without hesitation! Just the thought is enough to make you shiver..
A well manicured hand grazing your shoulder is enough to make you jump and turn around
“My, it would seem a certain prefect is a little jumpy today.”
Vil smirks and draws his hand back
“Oh Vil it’s just you! I thought you were Mr. Crewel for a second.”
He laughs and crosses his arms
“I just wanted to ask if you like to be my partner for the potionology project?”
“For real? Then I’d love to be your partner Vil!”
“Please my dear prefect, the honor truly is all mine.”
The pair of you work on the project, and actually make some solid progress! When the bell rings you and Vil go put up your lab gear together, but when you remove your lab coat a decently sized scar on your forearm catches his attention
“Prefect, did you engage in a magic battle with someone?”
You hang up your lab coat and raise an eyebrow at him
“That’s an odd question, but no I haven’t had a recent run in involving magic.”
“Then how did you receive such scars on your forearm?”
Looking down at your arm you realize what he’s referring to
“Right… that’s from when you overbloted and things got a little crazy, but that was forever ago now. Right?”
The unreadable look on his face says he doesn’t care if it happened ten years ago or yesterday. Point is he hurt you, scarred you and had no idea!
“How could I not recognize my own magic..? The blot had made it look so disgusting..”
“You really don’t have to beat yourself up over this Vil. Like I said all of that is in the past now.”
He holds your gaze, a fierce look in his eyes
“Please do not dismiss my past behaviors prefect! I hurt you and that is inexcusable, so please come by Pomefiore and let me treat you to a spa day sometime soon.”
You let out a sigh and tilt your head slightly
“Who am I to deny an invitation from Vil Schoenheit?”
Maybe trying to take the day off from NRC craziness was a bad decision on your part because, while sitting under a tree with your eyes closed an arrow whizzes right over your head and into the tree trunk, causing you to startle awake
“Hahaha little trickster! You must be more aware of your surroundings. What if I had been Roi des Roses hm? He would have certainly gotten onto you for napping in public!”
Rook extends a graceful hand towards you, and you accept allowing him to help you up
“Well I would prefer Riddle over an arrow in my forehead any day.”
He simply chuckles in response
“It would seem sitting on the ground has dirtied your coat! Please, allow me to take it for you.”
Before you can respond he has already removed your jacket, now eyeing the scars on your forearm
“Those are from Roi du Poison.”
“You’re able to tell that just by looking?”
“Why of course! I’d recognize my beloved friend’s magic anywhere.”
Gently he takes your arm into his hands, observing it with his signature grin ever present
A moment passes as he now begins to drag you along
“Wait! Where are we going?”
He turns his head back towards you, continuing to walk
“Who else would tend to your scars if not me little trickster?”
Some sort of gym angel must’ve been looking down upon you because, Coach Vargas decided to let gym class out early today! Seeing as you now have some extra time you make your way over to where the spelldrive team practices
As you approach the field you spot Epel off to the side taking a sip of water
“Hey Epel! How’s practice going?”
He turns around to face you with a raised eyebrow
“Prefect, ain’t you supposed to be in class?”
Taking a seat next to him you sigh
“Well coach was feeling generous today and let us go early!”
He only nods as he drinks another swig of water
“Leona out here working you guys hard?”
“Like sled dogs in the middle of a race, but I prefer this over him taking it easy on us.”
You unwrap the towel that has been laying over your shoulders and hand it towards him
“Take it, looks like you need it more than me right now.”
Reaching for your towel he stops midway and pulls your arm closer
“What in tarnation happened to your arm!?”
“Just clam down it’s okay! I got it from when Vil overbloted!”
As his name leaves your mouth Epel’s eyes narrow
“Technically speaking… yes, but that was months ago now!”
“It could’ve been four score and seven years ago but that still don’t make it right!”
“I tell you that Vil is gonna get it from me!”
You tug on the sleeve of his uniform
“Come on, please don’t start a fight with him?”
He huffs and looks away from you
“Fine, but if something like this happens again come to me! I’m strong enough to protect you.”
AN: Only one more part in the series left! If anyone would like to see Ignihyde please let me know !! As always thank you to everyone who is requesting and to everyone reading ^^
