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‧₊˚ ┊ Sharing clothes with you isn't really something that's ever crossed Silver's mind. Being the perfect gentleman he is, he's obviously draped his jacket over your shoulder or wrapped one of his scarves around your neck when it's cold, but that's pretty much it when it comes to him sharing his clothes with you. (Forgive him for his ignorance. He's not familiar with stuff like this, so you're gonna have to cut him some slack.)

‧₊˚ ┊ As you can imagine, Silver is pretty surprised when you come over after class and start rifling through his closet. "Are you lacking clothes of your own? If you find yourself in need of more clothing, then you need only ask. I'm sure father would happily take you shopping if you're in need."

‧₊˚ ┊ Silver's confusion is only confounded when you let out an amused chuckle. He can't fathom what you find funny about this, but he figures you're just embarrassed about not having any clothes. "That's not at all necessary, Sil. I appreciate the concern, but all I wanted to do was try on your dorm uniform."

‧₊˚ ┊ Silver, embarrassed by his misreading of the situation, goes quiet. He nods stiffly before turning away to let you change, his shoulders squared and posture stiff. Despite having never even thought of what you'd look like in his clothes, Silver can't help but feel… excited to see you all dressed up in his uniform.

‧₊˚ ┊ "Okay, you can turn around now." Silver spins around so fast you find yourself getting whiplash. He's eyes go wide, and his lips part in awe at the sight of you. "Sooo, how do I look?" It takes a moment for Silver's brain to formulate a sentence, but he manages after a brief moment. "Amazing. You look amazing, like something out of a dream." (Yeah, he definitely started sharing his clothes with you after this lol.)

‧₊˚ ┊ Oh, you better believe Lilia was dressing you up very soon after you started dating. He's got a bunch of clothes of many varying styles crammed in his closet that you're free to pick over at your leisure! It's safe to say that clothes with you is nothing new to Lilia, but there's one outfit in particular that you've never tried on. Until now, that is.

‧₊˚ ┊ Lilia thinks nothing of it when you saunter over to his closet like you have a million times before. He certainly wonders what you'll pick out this time around, but for the most part, he leaves you to your devices while he busies himself elsewhere.

‧₊˚ ┊ "Lilia, can you lend me a hand real quick?" He's not sure what he was expecting to see when he turned around, but the sight of you all dressed up in his dorm uniform certainly wasn't it. "Oh my, look at you! I daresay you pull off this whole ensemble better than I do!"

‧₊˚ ┊ "Nonsense, now hush and help me fasten this harness thing. I have no idea how you manage to put on this entire outfit all on your own," Lilia chuckles, but does as you say. Nimble, practiced fingers find the back of the harness, carefully adjusting the straps before fastening the belted corset at your waist. "Well, if I shared with you my secrets, but then I'd have to get rid of you, and neither of us would want that, now would we?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "Fine, keep your secrets then. Now, tell me, how do I look?" Lilia could use any combination of flowery words to express how simply wonderful you look, but every single compliment he had planned leaves his head the moment you turn to face him properly. "Perfect, sweetling. I'm quite jealous of how stunning you look, but you're so cute that I'll let you off the hook for wearing my clothes better than I do."

‧₊˚ ┊ Dragons are possessive creatures, and his grace, Prince Malleus Draconia, is no exception to that well known fact. With that in mind, it goes without saying that this dragon has most certainly dressed you in his clothes on multiple occasions. Not only is it a wonderfully efficient way to mark you with his scent, but he also just finds it awfully adorable to adorn you in his luxurious clothing. (Bro's pajamas cost more than most people's rent for the month lol.)

‧₊˚ ┊ There's a 90% chance that if you're spending time alone with Malleus, he's gonna be dressing you up in his clothing. This means you're mostly going to be wearing his casual clothes, but even those are more lavish than pretty much anything in your closet. Malleus is happy to buy you your own clothing, but he'd much rather keep dressing you up in his!

‧₊˚ ┊ Malleus moves on autopilot the moment he crosses the threshold into his room with you trailing behind. His first order of business before anything else, is getting you out of that uniform and into something more comfortable — i.e. his clothes. You, however, have other plans.

‧₊˚ ┊ "Wait, Mal. Is it alright if I try something else on for a second?" Malleus would be lying if he said he wasn't a bit peeved by your request, but the hopeful glint in your eyes quickly eases his tiny bit of annoyance. He sighs, reluctantly returning the silken he grabbed for you. Without any further ceremony, Malleus, offering you a princely bow before stepping away from his open closet. (He's so dramatic lol.)

‧₊˚ ┊ "You're free to try on whatever catches your eye, my dear. I must ask, though, what article has piqued your interest?" Malleus is, admittedly, curious as to what spurred this on. Usually, you either let him pick something out for you, or reach for something familiar yourself, but he can't recall you ever asking to try something on. "Oh, well, I dunno. I guess I just got the idea. Now, can you turn around for a second while I chance?"

‧₊˚ ┊ Of course, Malleus does just that. Your non-answer only serves to confuse the poor Prince, but he figures he'll receive a proper answer soon enough and decides not to press the subject. "I see. I do hope this sates your curiosity, then." As he waits, Malleus tries to figure out what it is you were so interested in trying on. You've already worn a great deal of his clothes, so he can't imagine what it is that's sparked your interest.

You and riddle had been dating for about a year, and goodness was that boy smitten for you. you helped him realize a lot about himself, and the comfort you provided him was beyond imaginable.

one day, in the Heartslabyul lounge, riddle was in conversation with Trey, just talking about random stuff. you wandered into the hallway to the lounge, searching for your boyfriend, when you overheard your name.

“how are things with the prefect? it’s been a year ish since you got together, right?” trey asks, leaning back in the chair he was sitting in. riddles face went red, matching his hair, but the smile that spread across his face betrayed him.

“it’s going very well. i.. i really see a future for us beyond our time here. and i’m hoping that marriage is included in that future.”

did you hear him right? marriage? he wants to marry you?

you felt like you were on cloud nine when he said that. you didn’t hear what was said next, as you were so lost in your head. you walk out of the hallway after a minute, greeting riddle and trey.

“hi trey, hi baby.” you greet, sitting next to riddle and peppering his face in soft kisses. he sighed, but made no move to stop you. the arm he wrapped around your waist said everything that his mouth didn’t.

he has no clue that you heard about his marriage wishes, and you don’t plan on bringing it up. but you do plan on ensuring you stay together for it.

Ruggie Bucchi

on a random sunday, when neither of you had anything going on, ruggie took you to the town on Sage Island to walk around.

as you guys visit different stores and boutiques, both of you trying on random items and messing around—your normal shenanigans—you end up in a jewelry store, where you actually run into Kalim.

Kalim and Ruggie get into a conversation while you look around at the different accessories. they’re standing next to a ring display case, chatting about whatever, when ruggie says something that catches your attention.

“this ring would suit ‘em the best. matches their eyes. hey, wanna lend me money?” ruggie asks, pointing at a dainty yet beautiful silver ring in the engagement section.

“but isn’t it early to be engaged..? i mean obviously i will, but not right now.” kalim says, nodding his head in your direction. ruggie waves him off.

“no such thing as too early. i’d marry ‘em right after graduating here. so we gotta be locked in, no?” he grins, then walks back towards you. he wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. “hey doll, find anything you like?”

you can barely answer him. your face is probably bright red due to the conversation you overheard between him and Kalim, which is understandable. he literally just asked the scarabia housewarden for money so he could propose to you.

yeah, you’d marry him right there.

Azul Ashengrotto

to azul, everything was business. calculated, thought through, and made to be most profitable for him. but when you came along, you destroyed that for him in the best way possible.

azul wasn’t used to not being the one in control, but he’d lose all control he could ever have if it meant having you.

you helped him overcome a lot of the insecurities and demons that haunted him from his childhood, and you helped with the mostro lounge. for him, it couldn’t get much better.

one day, the lounge was closed—shocker, i know. azul and the twins were working on five year plans. well, it was more like azul working on his while goofed off and jade looked at mushrooms on his phone.

azul was making some last minute touches when floyd grabbed the paper from azuls hands, and he chuckled so hard when he looked at the end of the five years. and, little did the three of them know, you were entering the lounge and could hear everything they were talking about.

“jade, look at this! azul said he’s gonna marry Shrimpy at the end of these five years!” floyd exclaims, causing azuls face to go red.

“floyd, give that back, now!” azul demands, lunging for the paper. floyd steps backwards, and is surprised when someone takes the paper out of his hand. he turns around to find you, making your way to return the paper to azul.

the flush on your boyfriends face deepens when you give the paper back, a gentle smile on your face. “i think these plans are wonderful. definitely keep pursuing them.” you say, then peck him on the lips before turning on your heel and leaving.

the mocking noises of floyd and the small laughs from jade were blocked from azuls mind—the only thing he could think about was making you his permanent business partner.

Floyd Leech

floyd is not quiet about his devotion to you. not in the slightest. if you look extra good that day? expect him to be on his knees about it. you praise him in basketball? the next shots he goes for are all for you. he makes it clear, too.

at his latest basketball game, you show up, as always. floyd was playing particularly well today—he must be in a good mood.

when he makes a great steal and then rushes the ball down the court, shoots and scores, you’re cheering the loudest. “go floyd!! that’s how it’s done!” you exclaim, standing while clapping.

floyd points at you while he jogs to get to his position on the other side of court. “i’m gonna marry you one day, by the way! hopefully some day soon!” he exclaims back, mirroring your actions by clapping.

everyone in the stands looks towards you, who’s standing there looking shocked. probably because you are. everyone in the stands are shocked, but there was a collective cheer following floyd’s announcement.

after the game, he’s acting like nothing happened—like he didn’t just drop that crazy fun fact. when you ask about it, he pulls you in by the waist. “well, i gotta stay honest, right?” he grins, then peppers your face in kisses, causing you to laugh.

that laugh of yours just so happened to be his favorite sound in the world—so why wouldn’t he marry you? make sure he can hear that laugh every day?

Jade Leech

jade is much quieter than his twin brother, but he loves you all the same. one day, he has you come through the mountains on a hike with him. per usual, you help him collect mushrooms that pique his interest, making sure to store them safely for later.

once you get back to night raven, you’re sitting in the mostro lounge with him, azul and floyd. you’re helping jade go through the mushrooms you collected on the hike, while azul and floyd watch with disdained gazes.

out of nowhere, jade asks, “would mushrooms be acceptable at our wedding, my love? the ones that are pretty in your eyes, at least.” you look up at him, and he’s gazing at you with the most adoration you’ve ever seen. he has such a tender smile gracing his face—you can tell he’s serious.

“well, i don’t see why not..” you reply carefully, giving him a small smile in return. he wraps his arms around you, hugging you tightly.

“no better answer to that question.” he says, his voice slightly muffled from your shirt. floyd acts like someone has just died.

“no way you’re actually gonna get married!” he exclaims, and azul slaps his hand over floyd’s mouth.

“floyd, shut up, please.” azul grumbles, and jade looks up, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“of course we’re going to get married.” he looks at you before continuing, “life would be pointless without you.”

a dopey smile spreads across your face, and you ruffle jades hair. “you’re impossible, i swear.” but there was no real heat behind you words—just pure love.

Kalim Al-Asim

kalims dreams for the future the two of you had was no secret. he’d openly talk about how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, spoiling and pampering you with the most luxurious things his money could buy.

however, there was never anything about putting a ring on your finger, or anything else related to actual marriage.

one night, you’re tangled in his sheets, both of you bare and soaking in the afterglow of intimacy. you’re helping kalim fix his turban when he suddenly blurts out, “you know i’m gonna marry you, right?” the biggest smile is on his face as he states that.

your eyes widen at his confession. he had never mentioned marriage, so you were kind of surprised at his statement. however, your surprise was quickly replaced by an enlightening joy.

“i look forward to the day you put a ring on my finger, kalim.” you tease, pecking him on the lips before laying back down. he chuckles, laying down next to you.

“well hopefully you won’t have to wait too terribly long. i’m going to commit as soon as we graduate!” he exclaims, tackling you in a big bear hug. he peppers your face with kisses until you’re a giggling mess.

once you’ve both calmed down, he holds you tenderly against him. “i hope you know im serious. i wanna spend the rest of forever with you.” he murmurs, his lips brushing your skin with each word.

you hum in response, feeling yourself drift off in the warmth of your lovers arms.

Jamil Viper

jamil loved you, you knew that. but whenever you’d talk about your future after night raven, he’d get quiet and be quick to change the subject. you didn’t know why, and he never said anything as to why he did that.

one day, you enter scarabia to hang out with jamil, when you hear him in conversation with kalim. you stop in your tracks, making yourself small to hide and listen.

“kalim. i request that when we graduate, you formally release me from servitude.” jamil states, his tone firm.

kalim raises a brow, clearly in confusion. “i mean i can.. but why?”

jamil frowns, frustrated at the other boy’s confusion. “well, as you know, i’m in a relationship with the ramshackle prefect. and i plan on proposing soon after graduation. however, with my servant status, they’d be pulled into the same boat as my family and i. that’s not fair, so i request to be freed.” he explains, and you feel your face heat up. he plans on proposing?

he actually wants a future with you? well, all things considered, it makes sense he’d be hesitant to say anything before knowing whether or not he’ll be free.

kalim smiles, hugging jamil. “you shoulda started with that! you have my full permission and blessing.” he gushes, and doesn’t fight when jamil carefully pushes kalim off him.

“thank you, kalim.” he says, his tone genuine. there’s something more underneath, something more tender.

once you know they’re done talking, you walk up behind jamil, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his back. “hi baby, whatcha up to?”

jamil turns in your embrace, kissing your forehead and hugging you back. “nothing much, just talking to kalim.” he replies, and looks over his shoulder at kalim, who’s walking off with a pep in his step.

and honestly, jamil would probably be skipping around if he wasn’t glued to his spot in your arms. a spot that he won’t have to give up.

Silver Vanrouge

you were no stranger to the chaos that came with dating silver. it was more so the chaos that came from the diasomnia crew, as the most chaotic silver would get would be falling asleep at the worst time possible (which he definitely does quite often).

the real mess was silvers adoptive father, lilia. lilia would appear out of nowhere, sneaking up on the two of you. it didn’t matter if you were in silvers room, the courtyard, the cafeteria, the diasomnia lounge, the ramshackle lounge… the list goes on.

one day, you two were cuddling in silvers bed after a long day of classes. all of a sudden, lilia appears at the foot of the bed, sitting down on the plush mattress. neither of you notice his presence until he speaks.

“room for one more? you must be sure to leave room for lilia.” he beams, scaring the living shit out of you and silver.

silver groans, throwing a pillow at lilia. “father, no. please leave.”

lilia frowns, tossing the pillow back at silver. “no can do—no premarital shenanigans. so i must watch you two to ensure all is well!”

silver groans louder, this time sitting up to face lilia. “okay, so if i propose right here, right now, you’ll go away?” both yours and lilia’s eyes go wide.

“you’d propose just so i go away?” lilia asks, shaking his head.

“well i planned on proposing after graduation, but if anything, the sooner the better.” silver states, almost as easily as saying the sky is blue. his honesty was nothing new, but you didn’t expect this.

“silver, it’s okay, really.” you say softly, sitting up and ruffling his hair. he sighs, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you both back to laying down. lilia sighs, then hums something under his breath before disappearing into thin air.

you wanted to ask silver what he meant, but before you could even say anything, you hear soft snores from your lover.

guess you’d have to wait until he’s awake again.

but who are you to complain about what he meant? if he was serious, then you genuinely think you’d combust from joy.

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note from madz~ dude i feel like i can’t write for jade and silver at all 😩 any of my works of them just feel like straight cheeks

“When was the last time he beheaded you?” Deuce asked, genuinely curious.

“I’m magicless,” You raise an eyebrow. “It would have no effect, so does it really matter?”

“But it’s uncomfortable,” Ace points out, jabbing a finger at your chest as the duo try to break through your inability to connect to seemingly simple dots. “You think he’d still gain some satisfaction from that.”

You open your mouth to further plead your case, but you find yourself pausing, internally agreeing with Ace (not that you’d tell him that). The last time you had been beheaded was around the overblot, and since then it was just scoldings and lectures. 

“And when your tie is crooked, he fixes it for you,” Deuce chimes in.

“And when your hair is messy, he smooths it out,” Ace tags along.

A dawning look of realization flashes across your face, and the duo eat it up. Finally, FINALLY you seem to notice that it does seem a bit unusual, that he’s not being his usual intense self, nor does he dote on anyone else like that.

A similar situation goes on with Riddle, Trey and Cater pointing out Riddle’s affection for you, but in more subtle ways.

“You really care for them,” Trey hums, mindlessly finishing his homework. 

Riddle pauses his talk of how his day was, unknowingly rambling about you, and how you shaped it. His face flushes, but he does not reprimand his friend (progress), instead he contemplates the meaning. 

“Haha, totes,” Cater agrees, focusing more on his phone than the homework on his table. “It’s cute how you both are so oblivious to each other.”

Riddle feels his blood pressure rising, and he’s unsure if it’s because they are talking to him so casually about his feelings that he totally doesn’t have, or if it’s because he’s flustered at how they nailed it right on the head.

“Don’t be presumptuous,” Riddle huffs, double checking his homework to make sure it’s all accounted for and correct. “We are good friends, nothing more and nothing less.”

“You double check their bag to make sure they have all their supplies accounted for,” Trey mumbles mindlessly.

“And you don’t hesitate to give them something if they need it,” Cater points out.

Riddle’s face was bright as a tomato as he clears his throats and excuses himself to his room.

While everyone thinks they finally won, that the torment would finally end, and you both will realize each other's feelings and mushy happiness ensues…it only got worse. Every interaction becomes a guessing game of what the other’s intentions are while trying to balance your own emotions, and the Heartslabyul students continue to suffer.

❥ Leona Kingscholar

Oh boy, if Riddle and you are a nightmare for everyone around you, then Leona is your own personal nightmare. Every insult you took to heart, every swipe of his tail left you feeling like you did something wrong, and it got to the point that you tried to avoid the lion beastman altogether. You couldn’t annoy him if you weren’t around, right? Wrong. In fact, Ruggie had seeked you out because the prince was in a foul mood, and Ruggie swore it was due to your absence. You really couldn’t wrap your head around the hyena’s logic, as Leona had been nothing but indifferent, if not displeased when you were around. 

“He’s always like that,” Ruggie waved you off, dragging you to the botanical gardens where the prince laid. You swore he was lying though, as Leona’s tail swished, ear twitching as you approached, and you felt way too overwhelmed. There was no way he wanted you nearby, you just couldn’t wrap your head around how he possibly likes your presence in any way possible. ‘He’s bad at showing affection’ Your inner Ruggie chimed, but you stood tensely anyways, unsure if you should stay or leave. 

“What are you doing?” Leona grumbled, one green eye opening lazily. You felt his stare penetrate into your soul, you swore he was glaring you down for intruding in his space. 

“S-sorry,” You nervously mumble, hand fidgeting with the hem of your sleeves. “Ruggie dragged me in here saying you wanted…company? But clearly he was wrong, sorry again.” You decided to try and bolt, hoping the apology would satisfy the lion enough to distract him from your escape, only for a hand to grab your ankle. 

Your heart beat erratically in your chest, head spinning as adrenaline fills your veins. You felt like you had just stepped into a horror movie called social anxiety and terrible life decisions (though being transported to some weird world was not your decision). Leona’s claws briefly imprinted on your skin as he dragged you closer, nearly causing you to fall.

“Shut up,” He tsked, hand not letting you go (like he knew you were two seconds away from running for dear life). “C’mere, ‘m tired and I don’t wanna deal with this right now.”

You blinked, unsure where exactly he wanted you to go, body tense with stress and uncertainty, head swiveling, like you’d surely find an escape somewhere. Instead of escape, perhaps hiding in your dorm room for the rest of the day to try and recuperate from this intense and scary experience, Leona seemed to have enough of your ‘obliviousness’, reached up, grabbed your shirt, and quite literally drag your standing frame to fall onto his which was laying on the ground. You nearly screamed as you careened towards his chest, your breath nearly leaving your lungs as the lion cushioned your fall, arms wrapping around your back as he closed his eyes. 

You did not relax, if anything, your body turned into stone, holding your breath as you wondered who you pissed off in your past life to deal with this. You must’ve killed someone quite important. 

“Relax,” Leona sighed, his warm breath caressing your ear. “‘M not gonna bite…unless you want me to.” You did not relax for several more minutes, not until his breathing evened out and you were sure he was unconscious. You laid there, bones feeling like jelly as the adrenaline wore off, mind reeling with what the hell was currently happening.

Leona’s mixed signals were quite literally your worst enemy in a world of magic, constant overblots, and a neglectful headmaster. You were never sure if the lion hated your guts, or if he secretly liked you? Leona hated how you couldn’t decipher his near impossible signs, wishing you could read his mind, not wanting to ruin his ‘image’ in front of his dorm members. The only one having any hoot or holler would be Ruggie as you both awkwardly navigated around the other. Ironically, you both did fill the role of predator and prey perfectly.

❥ Azul Ashengrotto

Ohhhhhhh boy. Azul absolutely has a hate love relationship with your inability to pick up on certain social cues. Some moments, you could read the room well, tell when someone was upset, or sad, or even so happy they were crying, other moments he wanted to slam his head against the wall as you took all his words to heart, even if he was trying to flirt or make a stupid joke. The twins made the situation ten times worse as they liked to mess with you.

“Azul mentioned that he’s quite tired today,” Jade would hum innocently, fixing you a drink at the bar.

“Oh, did something happen?” You would ask, falling straight for the bait Jade laid out perfectly.

“You could say so,” Jade’s grin widened, mischief and amusement swirling in his gaze. “Said you kept him up all night.”

Your brows furrow, unsure what the eel meant. You hadn’t texted (especially not called) anyone last night, too exhausted with all the socializing you had been doing and had some unwind time. So you’re not sure what you had done to keep the merman up the previous night.

“Did I do something?” You asked, genuinely concerned if you had made a mistake. Perhaps you had done something offensive in their culture? Or insulted him unknowingly? (You weren’t proud to admit that you had done that before). 

Instead of being helpful, kind, or friendly (things Jade were not known for), he merely shrugged, pushing you a drink and moving on to the next customer, an extra shine of glee in his eyes at your misery. 

Floyd wasn’t much better. 

“Can you both just get together already?” Floyd whined, slumping in his seat across from you as you tried to focus on homework. Of course he ruined that.

“What?” You questioned, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“You and Azul, duh,” He rolled his eyes like it was the most obvious thing. You merely blinked, trying to connect whatever dots that Floyd just created.

“Why would we be together?” You ask, dropping your pencil, completely forgetting the frustrating work that was assigned (it’s not like you had the context to answer it anyways). “You mean like dating?”

“DUH,” He groaned, like this was physically paining him. “What else? You both clearly like each other, just kiss and get over it already.” It felt like your face was on fire as you tried to process whatever the hell he was spewing.

It honestly left you confused. You thought Azul was just being nice, a friend trying to make up for his transgressions against you and your friends (and sometimes you questioned his intentions as he had conned you before). Sure, sometimes he would say something that would fluster you, a compliment here, a light touch to your shoulder there (even you knew that was out of character for the reserved business man), but the twins had opened your mind to a whole other venture you hadn’t even thought about.

Azul noticed a change, not obvious, but you seemed to finally be taking in his advances. Your eyes would widen, like the dots were finally appearing in your head, sometimes it even seemed like you were looking at him in a new light altogether (cus you kind of were…). His fond frustration melted into excitement. Finally, what felt like stagnation started to gain traction, and it even emboldened him to up his moves, to make sure you couldn’t question his intentions. After all, if you struggled understanding what his gestures meant, then that meant he had to make sure that his intentions were obvious (maybe just communicate your feelings properly…).

❥ Jamil Viper

Hahaha…so Jamil is kind of the embodiment of subtle care, especially when he refuses to acknowledge his own feelings. At first it’s in ways you don’t notice. How his eyes trail after you, making sure you’re okay. The way he eyes your meals, always cataloging how unhealthy they are, noting how you shiver during a chilly day only in a short sleeve shirt, or how you always seem exhausted even if you got a full night's sleep (which can be rare with the aduo around). 

Jamil tries to shove these mental notes to the side. It’s not like he has the time to take care of anyone else with Kalim running around, you are your own person after all. Yet he strangely found himself with an extra portion of the lunch he prepared, shoving it towards you without thought (too much thought actually), or how he shrugs of his sweater (his safe space really), and tosses it towards you as the chill seeps into him instead, or how he picks up any slack, talking to your friends when you couldn’t keep up, or walking you to your dorm early as he makes up excuses to get you in the comfort of your own place. 

At first you didn’t notice, thinking he was being kind, or perhaps even feeling forced to because Kalim asked him to, but that changed when he excused you from Kalim’s party. The people surrounding you had you feeling like a zombie as you tried to hide in a corner, eating some snacks as you held a drink, hoping the walls would encapsulate you. Kalim had begged you to come, which was why you were there, but it ended up just like you expected. Jamil noticed, as he always does, and offered to walk you back to your dorm, a routine you started to expect. Of course, Kalim had blocked your escape, a pout with big watery eyes tugging on your heartstrings. Before you could give in, zone out for another hour and ponder why you hate yourself, Jamil cut in.

“The prefect is tired,” Jamil points out, and you wonder if it’s that obvious. 

After this moment, you began to notice the subtleties. Perhaps not all at once, but even you couldn’t deny how Jamil didn’t treat anyone else the way he treated you. You weren’t sure if it was anything beyond friendly, but you noticed that he seemed to care for you in a way that he didn’t for anyone else, and it was something you cherished. In fact, you both fell into a weirdly domestic relationship that never dared to press against the walls of friendship…that was until Jamil himself slipped up (something he never does, mind you…he is quite whipped). 

“You’re way too kind to me,” You couldn’t help but grumble as you accepted the week's worth of breakfast and dinners Jamil had prepared for you (you were quite bad at making those). 

“It’s nothing,” The vice-housewarden waved off, a faint blush coating his tan cheeks. 

“Seriously,” You don’t drop it, too moved by his kindness towards you. “No one has ever done anything like this for me before, you always make sure to make meals with textures I like, altering things to avoid foods I don’t like, and not to mention how you portion them to my exact liking! I feel like I don’t do enough to make up for all the work you put into me.”

Jamil’s brows furrowed, both bashful at your acknowledgement of his work, while also upset at your self admonishment.

“You don’t have to do anything,” Jamil shakes his head. “I do it because I want to. Trust me, I’d go crazy if I didn’t do this, who knows what you’d be eating otherwise.”

Your heart stuttered at his admission, the revelation of how deep his care ran for you striking you somewhere soft and gooey. It was only then when the question of whether Jamil liked you romantically dared to breach your brain.

❥ Vil Schoenheit

Vil wasn’t one to coddle anyone, not that you needed coddling, but this meant that his standoffish attitude would not be diluted. Vil isn’t nearly as bad as Leona, but his actions still managed to confuse you. You thought he wanted nothing to do with you, a notion you could understand. You could be reserved most times, quiet, almost like a shadow. The complete opposite of glitz and glam that was Vil Schoenheit…yet that seems to pull him in all the more. He would critique your uniform, comment on how it was too big in some place, yet somehow too small in others. In fact, you thought he was lowkey bullying you at first, always picking you apart, making you feel small and unwanted…only to piece you back together.

He’d personally tailor your uniform, grumbling about how ‘you can’t trust anyone to do things right these days’. He’d fix your hairstyle, explaining how the few trims, or complete makeover fits your face better, how the framing of a few pieces can make or break your beauty. Beneath the harshness, you learned to decipher that this was his way of caring (even if it could be quite shitty sometimes). And to say Vil didn’t notice how his comments hit you would be an insult to his social training. Of course he noticed the way you seemed to shut down after a particularly harsh comment from him, which made him shift tactics.

Instead of scolding you, or pointing out something he deemed atrocious, he merely fixed it instead, and you let him. You didn’t have time to get dressed properly? It’s fine, he’s fixing the wrinkles and crookedness for you. You didn’t style your hair properly? There’s a few minutes to spare before class, he’s dragging you to the nearest mirror as he styles it himself. You didn’t pack a proper lunch? Don’t worry, prefect, he happened to bring extra. 

At first you’re not sure how to take in the change. You feel like it’s some elaborate prank show, the cameras hiding in the corners (there aren’t any, but Rook sure is). Yet the longer this behavior goes on, you learn to accept it, and you even like it (which you find oddly strange yourself). You hadn’t been cared for like this before, and especially not in this world, so you found yourself eating up the affection.

“The love that blooms between Roi du Poison and Trickster is magnifique!” Rook bellows, hand clutched over his heart as he dramatically swoons. 

You had grown used to his exclamations of passion and love, so you simply deadpan at the hunter.

“What are you even talking about?” You question, face scrunching at his claims. 

It was quite comical actually, as Vil was currently applying a brand new lotion he had helped create himself to your arms, and you had the audacity to be confused (I would be too though so I can’t rag on the reader too much). 

“Ignore him,” Vil mumbles, focused intensely on how your skin was much softer with his care and how he was going to keep it that way. “He likes to spout nonsense all the time.” “But is it nonsense when the Queen deems the Trickster important enough to care for himself?” Rook asks, head tilting as his grin widens. “I have not seen you spoil anyone so, Roi du Poison.”

Vil’s face flattens, his usual humoring of Rook evaporating quickly (he didn’t want to be ratted out like this). Yet it was too late, as your mouth opened in recognition of Rook’s words. He had a point, you had seen Epel get scolded mercilessly and then forced into punishment many times by Vil, yet if you do something similar, you get a light slap on the wrist before he drags you along, your punishment usually pertaining him taking care of you in one way or another. You weren’t sure why it didn’t click before, but now you couldn’t help but second guess all of Vil’s intentions, and what that means for your future.

❥ Idia Shroud

Idia was…hard to get to know. You tried being friendly, yet he would shut you out. You tried to invite him out, but he would deflect. You tried parallel play, yet you couldn’t help but notice how he glanced at you like you were a starved tiger and he was the closest meal available. Bummed that you weren’t getting anywhere, you also didn’t want to make the blue-flammed hair man uncomfortable, which meant leaving him alone. It saddened you, but you knew you couldn’t make friends with everyone.

Little did you know, you had it completely backwards. Idia was drawn to you like a moth to a flame. You were similar to him in a way, which made him rethink his entire life. You tended to be quiet, speaking when you were spoken to and falling into the shadows, yet you weren’t like him at all. You had friends, you smiled and talked freely about topics you were passionate about, and even stood up when needed. 

Yet, worst of all…you were terrible at some social cues. He even found it amusing at times, cackling when you took a joke at face value or when you looked confused when someone said something sarcastically, only to get it a few seconds too late. You didn’t know this, of course. He rarely left his room, and he found himself stalking Grim more often than he could count, which meant you were there too. 

If it were up to him, you would never know, and things would stay exactly as they were. Him in his room alone and you none the wiser to his stalking, yearning, observations. Of course, his dear little brother would never leave it at that, taking in his brother’s infatuation, liking towards you. Which leads to a various amount of goofy, yet terrifying situations. Such as Ortho inviting you to his room without him knowing, and making the most unsevenly sound ever when he got jumpscared by you. Or how he almost bolted the second he saw you at the board game’s club, only for Ortho to block his exit (he nearly jumped out the window at your smile). 

And gosh, he couldn’t get over how oblivious you could be sometimes, your comments making him feel like a warm, gooey mess, and you were completely unaffected! It really wasn’t fair. You made it look so easy, and he wishes he could complement you as easily (little did he know, you struggled with it as well, you were just better at hiding it). 

“You have really cool hair,” You compliment, eyes wide with wonder. 

Idia could only stare, hair tinting pink along with his pale cheeks as he internally shut down. 

“Sorry, was that weird?” You ask as Idia continues to stare at you with the blankest eyes known to man, causing you to second guess yourself. Was that weird of you to say? Perhaps you weren’t supposed to mention his hair at all? Did you make him self conscious?

“N-not at all,” Was all he could stutter, eyes averting to anything but you.

It wasn’t until Idia started to text you that you realized you had things backwards. Sure, in person you both were awkward and unsure, perpetually questioning all your actions, while online things flowed more smoothly. Sure, you would take a few minutes, up to a few hours to respond, but Idia was busy with his games anyways, so he didn’t mind (sometimes he did, but he would do the same thing so he understood). He also talked more freely, rambling about his passions and eager for your approval. It wasn’t till one fatal text, that you realized he may have liked you more than just a friend.

Ugh, you can’t be srs Ur lit too cute for this world

He deleted it as quickly as he sent it, but it was too late. You were already spiraling.

❥ Malleus Draconia

Ha. Hahahahaha. So, take the ‘you don’t know you’re betrothed’ trope, and multiply it by 10. Jk…kinda. So in reality, you both are kind of bad at social cues. It’s mutual. You both are quite slow to unravel any feelings. In fact, you both bond at how similar your social experiences are. Both used to people tuning out your passionate rants about the topics you loved, so you learned to keep it to yourself (until you met each other). Or how you both can be awkward in social situations, unsure what to say at certain moments and look towards the other for reassurance. 

In fact, this was what caused Malleus to cherish you so. Not only were you patient and understanding, but you understood, to a certain degree. It caused the dragon to latch onto you, wishing to show you his gratitude for your friendship. You were in a similar boat. If you were exhausted from existing in the world, you knew Malleus would bring you somewhere quiet, somewhere no one could reach you if you did not wish. He would do things for you that you weren’t used to, and cared for you in ways that warmed you. After feeling alienated, Malleus was a person who showed you you weren’t alone. 

Due to it being a relationship you both feared to lose, neither of you thought of anything more. Why should you question something that worked so well? Something that neither of you had to think twice about? Something that came as easily as breathing? 

“Another gift?” Lilia chimes, hanging in front of Malleus upside down, amused grin tugging on his lips. 

“They mentioned wanting this,” Malleus replies, like the thought of you wanting something was irrevocably wrong, and he himself will fix it. 

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re courting them,” The bat fae hummed, eyes crinkling with joy. Malleus blinked, brain working overtime, because Lilia had a point. Malleus’ love for you was as deep as a never ending void, he would do anything in his power to make you happy, and all he wanted in return was your smile aimed towards him (though he also finds your bashfulness adorable). 

It was then that Malleus went from friendship mode, to courting mode. You, on the other hand, were completely unaware. I mean why should you have thought differently? He treated you no differently than before, it was only his intentions that switched. Of course, this only amused Lilia all the more, after all, who doesn’t love to watch young love bloom? (Sebek)

“At this rate, you’re gonna become fae royalty,” Ace grumbles, eyeing yet another gift that appeared in your dorm. 

“How in the world would I do that?” You asked, genuinely confused. Malleus was one of your closest friends, sure, but in order to become royalty that would mean marrying him, and you doubt the dragon fae saw you in such a light.

“You’re basically drowning in jewels!” Ace exclaims, pointing out the jewelry that adorned you. Your face flushes at the implication, and the creeping dread of the possibility of Ace having a point.

“Mal said he had extra…” Even your defence sounds pathetic. 

“You even have nicknames for each other,” Deuce points out.

“I have nicknames for you too,” You glare. “Dumb and dumber.”

Your deflection does nothing as the two continue to tease you relentlessly for how unaware you were about something so ‘obvious’ (it really wasn’t but okay). The next time Malleus treats you to something, whether it be a fancy dish catered to your liking, an outing you mentioned you wanted to do, or another ‘small’ gift he just stumbled upon, you can’t help but notice the hearts in his eyes as he awaits your reaction, and it’s only then do you realize you’re doomed.

Cater wore an annoyed look on his face. One you didn’t even notice from the way you were completely engrossed in the show on your phone. For the last half hour you hadn’t paid him any mind, and it was starting to annoy him.

“Y/n~” the ginger haired male whined. “I’m in dire need of your attention right now or I’ll die from neglect.”

His dramatization makes you laugh. “Just one more episode Cay, then I’m done.”

Huffing in annoyance, Cater buried his face into the crook of your neck, your hair tickling his nose. He inhaled contentedly. The scent of your shampoo relaxes him even more. His arms wrapped tighter around your midsection to keep you closer. When you still didn’t look up from your show, he frowned.

Fine. Cater would take matters into his own hands.

You immediately flinched at the cold feeling of Cater’s fingers on your skin. He chuckled, his breath hot against your neck. His hands trace up and down your sides, fluttering teasing at first before Cater begins to full blown tickle you.

Your laughter fills the room much to his delight. You try to squirm out of his grasp with no avail, accidentally kicking some of the pillows off the bed. “Stop, Cay your hands are cold!” You manage to wheeze out through your laughs. Now, your stomach was beginning to hurt.

“Not until you give a kiss first and tell me how amazing I am,” Cater insisted.

“Okay! Okay! I yield.” You’re finally freed from your boyfriend’s torture, rolling over to face him with a playful glare. Cater smiles, waiting expectantly for his kiss which you deliver. “You’re so clingy, you know that?”

Cater’s grins only widens. “Only when it comes to you.”

trey clover

No one can convince me that this man isn’t just a giant teddy bear. He’s such a gentle cuddler that’s equal parts big spoon and little spoon. Do you want him to hold you? He does so with tenderness and love. Want to cling to him like a koala? Go for it.

One of his favorite things though is to wake up with you in his arms. You just fit so perfectly against him and there’s nothing better than being able to have you at his side each morning.

As the sun peeks through the curtains, the light makes Trey stir, his eyebrows furrowing in annoyance. He turns on his side, facing away from the window, in hopes that sleep would reclaim him for a few extra minutes. Sleepily, he feels around the bed before finding what he’s looking for, wrapping his arms around your midsection, and pulling you back against his chest.

You groan a bit in your sleep, shifting around to face him so that you could nuzzle against his neck, your legs intertwining together with the messy sheets. Trey’s scent leaves you content and cozy. He always smells good to begin with.

“What time is it?” Trey mumbles, his voice sounding husky and deeper than usual from the drowsiness. He presses lazy kisses across your cheek and jaw, oddly clingy yet very gentle in the way he touches you.

“Dunno,” you yawn. “Don’t you have to help with the preparations for the unbirthday party today?”

“Right…”

Trey reaches over you to the dresser so that he could grab his glasses. His vision starts to clear once he puts them on, finding it a welcome sight to see you cuddled up against him.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” Trey presses a kiss to your temple.

“Do you have to get up now?” You whine. “You’re so warm.”

Trey laughed. “Unfortunately, I do have duties to attend to.”

You tightened your hold around him before giving the best puppy dog eyes you could muster. “Just five more minutes in bed? Please?”

That was all it took to break Trey’s usually so unwavering resolve. How could he say no to you? After all, five more minutes with you in his arms didn’t sound all that bad.

leona kingscholar

King of naps and cuddles. It doesn’t matter if you’re not tired. If he wants to lay down and close his eyes for a few hours, you’re joining him whether you want to or not

Is a very protective cuddler. The kind to keep you close with a lazy arm around your waist. If you stray too far or act like you’re going to get out of bed, he wakes up to ask where you’re going. Leona is not letting you out of his sight.

The sound of your phone vibrating makes you stir awake. You groggily feel around for it, shutting the alarm off by pressing the button, before trying to close your eyes for a few extra minutes of sleep. Moments later, your second alarm goes off which makes you sigh in defeat.

After turning off the alarm, you try to sit up so that you could begin getting ready for your next class. Only…you can’t. A firm arm’s wrapped around your waist, pulling you down on to someone’s chest. No amount of wiggling allowed you to break free.

“Leona~let me go,” you complain. “I have to get ready for my next class.”

“Just skip,” the man beneath you grumbles, his voice husky from exhaustion. Leona’s arm tightens around you when you try to move. His tail wraps itself around you calf, tickling your skin. Nuzzling against the crook of your neck, Leona lets out a content, almost purr-like sigh.

You sigh exasperatedly as you’re completely stuck in his hold. As comfortable as you were, you really did have to get up.

“You can’t afford to skip anymore classes either mister,” you say. “And, we’ll be late if we don’t get ready.” Leona grunts in response, still making no effort to move. You manage to turn around to face him. Placing a teasing kiss against his jaw, you add, “if you get up and go to class, I’ll clear my schedule so that we can nap together all weekend.”

“Fine.”

A few moments pass before reluctantly, the lion sits up, yawning tiredly. You follow suit and stretch out the aches in your arms, but before you could get out of the bed, Leona steals a kiss which catches you off guard.

“I hope you know, that I plan to keep you all to myself this weekend, herbivore,” Leona mused. A playful smirk spread across his face. “And I don’t plan on letting you go.”

vil schoenheit

He’s more of a casual cuddler. The kind that has you tucked against his arm while watching a movie type. He keeps one hand free to access his phone while the other will absentmindedly trace circles down your back that eventually lulls you to sleep.

In public he’s not a big fan of PDA, so when you finally have some alone time with you out of the limelight does he shower you with physical affection. And don’t even think about trying to escape

Vil emerges from the bathroom feeling refreshed and relaxed. After a long day of filming and back to back shoots, he was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to just get in the bed and wind down for the evening.

You were already in your shared bed, tucked under the covers in your silky pajamas (that matched Vil's) with a bowl of freshly popped popcorn in your lap. Vil frowned.

"Really? You know having that much oil before bed will make your skin break out," Vil scoffed as he pulled back the blankets to slide in the bed next to you.

"I know, but we can't watch a movie without popcorn!" You retort, smiling at him.

Vil suppressed his own smile behind an eye roll. "You're just going to fall asleep within the first thirty minutes."

"Will not!"

"If you say so."

Tucking you under his arm, Vil pulled you close against his side before using the remote to turn on a movie. You had picked the film for the night, choosing one Vil himself had starred in with Neige Leblanche (Much to his dismay), but you had insisted it was because you enjoyed Vil's performance the best in this particular movie.

Resting your head on Vil's shoulder, you sunk further into his embrace. A few handfuls of popcorn and twenty minutes later, you had fallen asleep, exactly how Vil predicted.

"You didn't even put a dent in the popcorn," Vil sighed. He set the bowl on the night stand before carefully moving to tuck you under the covers. Your hand shot out to grab his arm.

"Don't go," you mumbled in your sleep.

Vil smiled. "Wouldn't dream of it." He laid down beside you, holding you in his arms as he slowly drifted off.

rook hunt

A true romantic that will sweep you off your feet. Literally. He likes to surprise you with his affections, picking you up from behind when you least expect it and stealing kisses when you’re caught off guard

He does this in public too. He’s not shy about PDA and letting the world know how much he loves you. But of course, if it makes you uncomfortable he’ll refrain. But when it’s just the two of you, Rook loves nothing more than to hold you in his arms.

You were in the bathroom doing your nightly routine to get ready for bed. Rook had been a gentleman in running you a warm bath to unwind. After thoroughly relaxing, you applied your usual skin and hair care before rubbing your body down with your favorite lotions and scrubs.

While bending down to put your items away under the sink cabinet, you don't notice your partner enter the bathroom. Suddenly, Rook's behind you, arms wrapping around your waist to lift and spin you around. A startled squeal leaves your lips, before you begin laughing.

"Rook! Don't do that! You're going to make me have a heart attack."

"Sorry mon amour! I cannot help myself when you look très belle in the pajamas I got you," Rook apologizes with a smile. "Ah! And I see you used the new lotions as well. Might I say the fragrance is absolutely delightful."

"It's kind of hard not to want to use them when I come home to find the most romantic bath waiting for me with a basket full of more roses and toiletries one could use in a lifetime," you say knowingly.

You knew it had to have been Rook who left the giant basket of all the new skin care products, essential oils, lotions, and scented fragrances you used on the bed. There was so much stuff that you couldn't possibly use them up any time soon, which made the basket insanely heavy. But, the sentiment was so endearing that it made your heart flutter.

"I just merely want ma belle to have the best to be able to relax after a long day of hard work." Rook placed a kiss on your cheek.

"Well, hurry up and shower so I can finish my long day in your arms," you tease. "You're not allowed in the bed until you take your outside clothes off."

"If that's what ma belle wants, ma belle shall receive."

idia shroud

Physical touch makes his brain short circuit, so you have to ease him into it. You have to initiate in the beginning, taking it upon yourself to wrap your arms around him while you’re laying in bed. Idia awkwardly at first doesn’t know whether to hold you back or leave you be

Eventually, his confidence grows and he becomes more comfortable being the big spoon. One of the most comfortable positions for him is to have you in his lap, laying back against his chest with his arms around your waist while the two of you play video games together

"Dammit!" You swear, throwing the controller across the bed. "Why is this level so stupidly hard!?" This was the fourth time in a row you had died in the game, and you were beyond frustrated at this point. You hadn't even made much progress, getting killed over and over at the same opponent.

"What level are you on?" Idia asks, not looking up from his computer where he had been playing a similar game to the one you played on the console.

"Level 13," you sigh. "The stupid bird thing keeps spitting out fire, and I can't avoid it in time without running into the turtle."

Idia spins his chair slightly to face the T.V. He holds his hand out for the controller which you place in his palm. Restarting the level, he begins to walk you through it. "When you get to this point, you have to hit this box here. It'll give you this power up to be able to take out the first enemy. It only last 10 seconds though, so you have to move quick."

Once he moves the character to a safe location after demonstrating what to do, Idia hands you back the controller. You take it from him then climb into his lap. His hair turns a brilliant shade of pink as you make yourself comfortable.

"W-what are you-"

"Shh! I have to focus, and I need you for emotional support."

You take it upon yourself to wrap Idia's arms around your waist. Hesitantly, he holds you a bit awkwardly. Not too tight, but not secure enough for your liking. So you lean back into his chest. Eventually, Idia relaxes a bit and hugs you close, hoping you can't feel the erratic beat of his heart through his sweatshirt.

Five seconds later, you die in the game. "DAMMIT!"

Sighing, Idia takes the controller from you. With his arms still around you, he takes over and flies through the level with ease, you encouragingly yelling for him to kill the bad guys.

"Did you plot this all along?" He mumbles, resting his chin on top of your head.

You maintain an innocent smile. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

lilia vanrouge

A chaotic cuddler. You never know if he’s going to be a gentle big spoon and give you royalty like treatment or wrestle you into the blankets. It stresses you out, cause you could be chilling out, watching a show when he decides to initiate a tickle fight.

Although he tends to be playful, he is very comforting when and if you need it. If you have a bad day, you can always count on Lilia to cheer you up by showering you will all the affection you need.

The day had sucked.

It was just one bad thing after the other. You overslept through your alarm. You failed your history test. Then an accident in Alchemy resulted in your uniform being soaked. Needless to say, you were over the day.

Even though it was still relatively early, you went back to the dorm, showered, and put on your pajamas. Putting your phone on DND, you then got in the bed and promptly passed out.

Hours later, when you wake, dusk has crept across the sky casting its orange hue through the window. You feel small circles around your back, realizing someone was gently tracing them while you slept. Groggily, you begin to sit up.

“Oh, dearie, you’re awake,” Lilia says, closing the book he had been reading. You squint, trying to make sense of his presence. “Are you still tired? You can go back to sleep if you want.”

“What are you doing here? What time is it?”

“Almost dinner time. You weren’t answering your phone, so I was worried something happened. Imagine my surprise to find you all ready for bed at three o’clock in the afternoon.”

You let out a tired sigh and lay back down into Lilia’s arms. He resumes tracing random circles across your back, the soothing sensation nearly lulling you back to sleep.

“It was a long day,” you say.

“I figured. Would you like to talk about it?”

You shake your head. “Later. I just want you to hold me right now.”

“That, I can do, and you don’t even have to ask.”

malleus draconia

Literally loves the intimacy that comes with cuddling. He loves being physically close to you in such a casual manner and cares more about you being comfortable. Do you need him to move his arm? Do you want to lay on his shoulder? He's happy to accommodate to your needs.

Secretly enjoys being the little spoon. Malleus loves it when you hang on to him, even if you happen to be smaller than he is. He finds it endearing, and something about you not wanting to let him go fills his chest with adoration.

Malleus watched your movements curiously.

You had instructed him not to move then proceeded to straddle his waist. It caught him off guard, the level of boldness, but followed directions and let you do what you wanted. You spent the last few minutes messing with his hair, looking intently focused on what you were doing.

“Okay done!” You finally announce. You had braided Malleus’s hair back into a French braid, looking quite proud of your work. His hair was so soft and silky with a natural shine to it that made it fun to play with.

“Thank you,” Malleus says with a smile. “You seem quite pleased with yourself.”

“Well, with your hair pulled back, I can better see the scales on your forehead,” you explain. Gently, your fingers brush against the black scaling that adorned the base of his crown. You look to Malleus for permission, who nods, even bending his head down more to be able to feel the smooth texture.

“Why does something so minuscule please you?” Malleus asked curiously. “Majority of the time they are covered by my hair that they go unnoticed.”

“I like them because they’re unique to you,” you answer. “I like seeing all the most intimate parts of you. I feel as if I get to learn more about you this way.”

Your response catches Malleus off guard. The faintest hint of pink touches his cheeks before he smiles and pulls you into his chest. “You make my heart feel so full. I feel so lucky to have you.”