Reacting to You Saying They Have a Nice Jawline Scenario
How Albert, Louis, and Fred would react to being told they have a nice jawline by their college colleague.
Albert James Moriarty, Louis James Moriarty, and Fred Porlock
A/N: This was requested by @briefpeachdinosaur, and I apologize for the long-ass delay :') If you've read the manga extras in the official, where the characters are in a school setting, Albert's is somewhat inspired by that lmao
Tag/s: Modern!AU, College!AU, Platonic Relationship(?)
"Seriously, that man..." you huffed, tapping your foot anxiously as you looked around the lecture hall, trying to find those familiar brown curls as the clock ticked, making you purse your lips.
"I swear, if he's late again..."
"What little faith you have in me," a voice suddenly spoke, making you jump and sharply turn around, seeing Albert giving you his signature smile.
"Albert...!" you muttered in slight exasperation as he sat next to you, moving with elegance.
"I thought you were going to be late, again."
"How harsh, I believe I was late only once?"
"I don't think your carriage getting stuck in a traffic jam is a valid reason..." you muttered as you saw a pink letter flutter from the desk, making you raise a brow.
You knelt and grabbed the letter, inspecting it in between your fingers.
"Another love letter, Moriarty?" you mused with a playful smirk, reading the fancy calligraphy as Albert raised a brow.
"How would they even know we sit here?"
"Do you see any other desk with fancy decor? Let alone any decorations?" you asked, looking around the lecture hall, seeing his spot to be the only one decorated with a rose vase and a wine bottle under the desk.
Albert breathed out a small, exasperated smile, putting away the letter.
"Even so... I believe I never even spoke to this lady," he muttered, leaning back on his chair,
"Why would she even have affections for me?"
"I don't know," you shrugged, your eyes looking over him.
"You have a pretty good reputation, popular with both students and teachers, you come from a pretty good family, and you're..." you trailed off, making him raise a brow.
"...Nevermind," you murmured as you looked away, not wanting to inflate his ego even more.
"No, no, what were you about to say?" Albert asked cheekily, leaning closer to you with a smug smile, making you scoff and move away.
"You're..." you muttered, side-glancing over him, trying to think of an answer.
"...Your jawline is nice," you ended, making him raise a brow.
"My... jawline?" he repeated, making you nod, leaning back on his seat.
"Yeah. You have a nice jawline," you confirmed, a small smile forming on your lips.
"What about it?" you asked as Albert let out a soft hum, leaning back as well.
"Nothing, I just thought you would be more... general. But thank you," he mused, his eyes observing you, making you raise a brow.
"Is my jawline the only thing you find attractive?"
"Don't push it, Moriarty."
"I don't get it," you muttered in defeat, head down on the desk as you stared at your book blankly.
The letters were somehow morphing into unrecognizable symbols, barely coherent in your eyes. The soft sounds of footsteps and turning pages filling the library were now turning into static noise in your mind.
"Shall we take a break?" Louis suggested, looking up from his papers, barely breaking a sweat.
"Yes, please..." you murmured almost pleadingly, earning a small smile from Louis as he fixed his papers.
“All right, then… How about you go to the cafeteria for a change of scenery?“ he offered, making you ponder as you fixed your bag, swinging it over your shoulder.
“Or… we can head to that new cafe across the street?“ you suggested, making Louis raise a brow, adjusting his messenger bag,
“Aren’t you just going to slack off when we get there…?“
“Of course not! It’ll be just a quick break.“
“… (Y/N), you’ve been staring at the same page for ten minutes,“ Louis called out without looking up from his notes, making you freeze and let out a disgruntled sigh, almost accepting whatever punishment Professor William had planned for failing students.
“I swear, these books aren’t in English…“ you muttered as you straightened up from your seat, putting on your headphones and taking a quick sip of your drink, trying to make sense of the equations in front of you with newfound determination.
Louis breathed out a small sigh as he shook his head, going back to his own notes.
While you two tried to focus on your respective works, Louis could hear faint whispers and murmurs.
He looked up from his papers once more, glancing over to his side to see other patrons quickly looking away, making him slightly narrow his eyes, but he quickly ignored it altogether.
It wasn’t long before the faint whispers grew louder, now mixed with giggling and hushed voices, making him sigh and drop his book as you look up at him in slight surprise.
“Something wrong?“ you asked, looking around your shared table, but he shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“It’s the noise…“ he muttered, making you furrow your brows and take off your headphones, looking around the cafe, seeing that there was quite a crowd gathering inside, sneaking glances over at their direction.
“Ah…“ you mused, a small smirk forming on your lips, “… They’re probably here for you,“ you smiled, making Louis pause and look at you with narrowed eyes, confused.
“What do you mean…?“ he asked curiously, making you shrug as you looked back at your book,
“You know… Pretty face, blond hair, scarlet eyes with glasses. It’s pretty rare to see that every day,” you replied casually, scribbling in your notebook, leaving Louis slightly stunned as he awkwardly coughed, trying to hide the slight pink on his cheeks,
“Where is this coming from…?“ he asked cautiously, making you breathe out a small chuckle.
“What? It’s not that different when we’re on campus,“ you muttered, taking a bite of your ordered food,
“You with your clear skin, nice jawline-“ you paused as Louis threw a handkerchief at your face with a flustered scoff, standing up from his seat.
“If you plan on just flattering me and not focusing on our studies, I’m going back to the library,” he muttered as he swiftly gathered his things, making his way out of the cafe, making you snort out a laugh.
“Hey, wait! I was just saying!“ you defended as you laughed as you hastily fixed your things, following Louis back to the campus, deciding to keep quiet on the pink flush on the tip of his ears and how he subtly tried to check his jawline with a graze of his fingers or a glance at the reflection.
“Fred? Where are you?” you called out as you looked around backstage, trying to find the prop master, but found no sign of the boy, making you huff.
“Come on, Fred…! Sebastian’s going to get mad again if we’re late!“ you called out again, looking around as you avoided the other actors and helpers, your eyes scanning through the crowd,
“Bond!“ you called out as you saw the familiar blond man, running up to him and grasping his arm, catching his attention,
“Oh, (N/N)! Good work today,“ he smiled as he saw you, his eyes grazing slightly around you, looking for another familiar face,
“…Fred’s not with you?“ he asked, making you sigh and shake your head.
“I’ve been looking for him ever since rehearsal ended, but no luck…“ you grumbled, having half the mind to use the campus speakers to look for the boy,
“Is that so…“ Bond muttered, trying to recall where he last saw the brunette as he hummed, looking around the theater,
“…Did you try the girls’ changing rooms?“
“The girls’ changing rooms…?“ you repeated to yourself, slightly doubtful as you walked along backstage, reaching the girls’ changing rooms and opening the door, seeing a startled shadow behind the folding room divider, cowering into the corner,
“Fred?” you called out again, raising a brow as you walked up to him, making him slightly flinch.
“… Just storing some props.”
“…In the girls’ changing rooms?“ you asked, making him flinch again, knowing his face is flushed despite not seeing it in the shadow,
“…I-I’m not doing something bad, I swear-!“ he defended, making you breathe out a snort as you grabbed the edge of the room divider, pushing it to the corner,
“I know that, I’m just confused why-” you paused as you saw Fred in a female disguise, long blonde wig with a matching dress, his expression both stunned and mortified,
“A-Ah…“ you stuttered, also surprised to see the boy in this state as he grabbed the room divider and pulled it back, making you stumble slightly,
“T-the girls put this on me!“ he defended, making you snap out of it as you saw his hunched shadow, making you hastily try to salvage the situation,
“N-No! You look good! You look pretty!“
“That doesn’t make me feel better!“ he retorted, making you sigh and scratch the back of your head, unsure of what to do,
“U-um… Sorry, I wouldn’t pull on the divider if I knew,“ you apologized, making Fred slightly pause, letting out a small sigh as he slightly pulled back the divider, showing his eyes,
“…Don’t tell Sebastian or any of the others about this,“
“I swear,“ you immediately promised, raising your hand in oath.
Fred slightly narrowed his eyes, looking for any deception before sighing, slowly pushing back the divider.
He pulled off the wig, his cheeks still slightly tinged pink.
“… Can you help me wash off the makeup?“
You kept quiet as you focused on washing off Fred’s makeup, careful not to irritate his skin as he sat in front of the vanity, avoiding your eyes.
You could feel the awkward tension as you pulled off the bobby pins in his hair, making you sigh.
“So…? Mind telling me why the female actors put the main lead’s costume on you?“ he slightly jumped at your question, making him softly grumble.
“…They thought it would look good on me,“ he muttered, making you softly chuckle,
“Well, they’re not wrong,“
“What? You looked really good,“ you chuckled, making Fred grumble in defeat, trying to lean away, but you immediately pulled him back in his seat.
“Convincing contact lenses, good wig… I thought you looked nice,“ you smiled as you wiped off the remnants of the foundation on his cheek and jaw,
“And you have a nice jawline, you can pull off both genders if you wanted,” you grinned, noticing the completely flushed cheeks despite Fred trying to cover them with his hands
“(Y/N), please… Not one word of this to the others…“
