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Savanaclaw is a challenge. Figuratively and literally. There isn't a day where Yuu is allowed to drop their guard or think they're excluded from any sort of dorm activity or practices just because there's some normie.

Leona is neither kind nor harsh, but he did laugh a little in disbelief when the dark mirror sorted them into his dorm. He went and sized Yuu up almost like a predator about to go in for the kill, but surprisingly after a while of just studying them, both the intimidation and smugness faded and Leona merely shrugs before walking away from Yuu.

"Bad luck for you, herbivore." He said without much bite in it. "But I guess you'll be stuck at the lowest of the food chain."

He doesn't bother or interact with Yuu much but he does keep a duly eye on them. He doesn't think much about it mainly because he somehow understands that it's unlikely for the dark mirror to make a mistake. It's not that he trusts or expects Yuu to surprise him by proving which part of them even belongs in Savanaclaw, but Leona can't help but notice how they have been able to survive the grueling attitudes of the other dorm members for the past few weeks, some even beginning to be friendly with them because of it. Despite themselves, Yuu didn't seem to take any of the jeers or roughhousing personally and somehow that earned them a sort of respect from their fellow students.

Now this is what eventually makes Leona more interested in them and that basically just means he'd find ways to test their limits or see how far they can adapt. He'd even make a joke saying he's using them as his personal social guinea pig and that's the closest thing to him saying he likes them.

Ruggie sees an opportunity in Yuu and doesn't shy away from taking it. I mean, why wouldn't he? Yuu is practically a hidden gem to him. Tired of going to Spelldrive practices? Need some time away from all the roughhousing?

"Shehehehe,no problem,Yuu! Sure thing!" Ruggie would even look delighted to see them looking for a way of out of those things. "Course' this means you owe me and I got some things I just know you'd be able to help with,shehehehehe!"

Contrary to this, Ruggie is actually the most laid back with Yuu. He doesn't feel bad about their situation since it could've really been worse, say like, being thrown out of the school and becoming homeless, so instead of just lying around and mopping about it he figured it's just better to put that body to work! He's also the first to get sentimental about them but he'd never admit that out loud.

Jack is...well, he makes it very clear to Yuu that the dark mirror doesn't make any mistakes, at least, not major ones like this, so this must mean they do have it in them.

"Uh..have what in me?"

"The tenacity of the King of Beasts."

"...right."

He's very serious about this and there isn't much Yuu can say about it since he's anything but a bad guy. In fact, Jack is just as forthcoming as Ruggie is albeit for other reasons of course. He doesn't necessarily babies them and nor is he completely indifferent about them being the only student in the dorm to not be able to use magic, but Jack does make the effort to ask if they need anything and keeps an eye out for anyone who might take a chance at beating up a normie.

Octavinelle...is a bridge between Heaven and Hell. On one hand, Azul would definitely use Yuu as a sort of leverage (blackmail) in order to get whatever it is his twisted little heart wants from Crowley, which in turn implies Yuu has a significant value to them, but on another hand, Yuu becomes Octavinelle property by default, which basically means their fate is literally in the favor of Azul.

He was horrified at first because what would a normie even be useful for when even people with magic was also a pain in his rear, that is until he realized what had fallen into his lap. A golden opportunity; One he would be a complete fool to ignore!

Azul likes to think he comes off as anything but kind and patient to Yuu but the latter probably sees right through his scheming. There wouldn't be much to complain really since Azul would do his utmost to make Yuu feel like they simply cannot live without him. They're pampered but also monitored,both a stepping stool and an awkward first pet.

Jade loves it. In fact, he finds Yuu immensely intriguing and it's a normal occurrence for them to spend half the time of their day with him, whether answering his questions or just recounting what their old life used to be. He is one of the reasons it's easier for Azul to map out how to keep Yuu tethered to them since it's due to his conversations with them that they're able to feel like Octavinelle is a safe place even if it can come off a little questionable.

The aspect of them he likes the most is the fact that they're unable to use magic but are fairly competent and level-headed during hurdles and inconveniences.

Floyd treats them exactly like a pet he never asked for but ends up adoring regardless. It's like a mix of having a giant terrifying friend who will make sure no one takes advantage of you but also someone equally capable of giving you headaches.

For the most part, Floyd is pretty amused by Yuu. The fact they're Human and can't use magic but still tries to stare people down, the way they got used to both him and Jade fairly quickly after realizing they wouldn't really harm him, how they're significantly smaller but very big in personality... honestly how could he not like having them around?

Amongst the trio, Floyd is probably the one who calls dibs on anything with Yuu. He doesn't really think much about why or how they were still sorted into a dorm despite being a magicless outsider.

Scarabia is the most forthcoming. The students there were bewildered at first but when Kalim had announced that a party was in order to celebrate their special friend, none of them took it as a bad thing at all. In fact, the Scarabia students warmed up to Yuu the quickest and showed great interest in who they were and how their life before this was, some even taking the initiative to explain how this side of the world worked.

Kalim especially was beyond excited to hear Yuu talk about it. The boy's eyes glimmered and even when kept saying he couldn't possibly understand how their world worked, he was earnest in it and in everything else he did actually. He refers to Yuu as Scarabia's special gem and easily treats them like they'd been friends for years. He doesn't seem bothered that Yuu can't use magic but does get worried when one of the students mentioned how it would be hard for Yuu to completely keep up in classes. He would offer to give Yuu a magical tool to help and claims that he'll bring it up with the Headmage about it.

Jamil is a rather different mood altogether. It's not that he openly expresses his grave disagreement about letting a student like Yuu even exist in the first place, but it subtly shows in how he sighs or how deep in thought his eyes would be when Yuu catches him alone. It's more contemplation rather than worry on his part and Jamil is trying his best to not act cold or annoyed by Yuu.

Unlike Kalim, Jamil thinks Yuu should not be enrolled regardless of the mirror still choosing for them. He believes the right course of action is to reduce the dead weight which Yuu will inevitably become once class starts. He isn't overly friendly or entirely cold but there is a distance which he keeps between them. He starts thawing once he sees Yuu grow fond of the dorm and the people in it, and most importantly he sees effort. Relentlessly. To keep up and help around. To not take any of it for granted. And though it does take time for him, eventually Jamil too welcomes them as a student.

Ignihyde is a mess and in shambles. Almost all of them are freaking out and making wild assumptions of this as if it's the equivalent to doomsday itself. It's probably the dorm that has Yuu the most overstimulated.

Idia makes it worse by just spouting all sorts of theories and making references that Yuu fails to understand and keep up. He's bewildered that they have no magic but still got sent and then accepted into a school of magic, NRC of all places too. He laughs at it a couple of times out of discomfort but then the indignation settles in and he grumbles about how this might even be some ruse to embarrass the whole dorm.

He's reluctant to accept them but seeing how there's little to no choice here, he just has to suck it up. At first he treats Yuu like some npc that will inevitably toggle an unwanted side quest if he gets too close to them but when Ortho points out that Yuu has been adapting well to the dorm and the students alike, his anxiety and skepticism lessens, even if for abit.

Frankly he thinks it's kinda stupid how this sort of thing can't be avoided or even handled well enough to make sure no one else except the Headmage should be held responsible but that would be asking for far too much. At any rate, as long as Yuu doesn't draw anymore attention to them, Idia might be more inclined to get to know them more. Maybe.

Pomefiore is just as accommodating as Heartslyabul is, except maybe the students there seem more baffled that Yuu doesn't seem to have any beauty routine despite looking very much like they do. And when Yuu just casually remarks that they've always just used soap for everything, it's as if being magicless is the least of their concerns.

Vil makes it his mission and responsibility to ensure Yuu will be regarded as a NRC student regardless of their oddity. Although he is quite curious as to how the mirror still chose a dorm for them, the fact that it is common knowledge that one's dorm is based on values and qualities of one's soul, just means that they do have what it takes to be a student here and just because they have no magic Vil doesn't believe for one second that its an excuse to not put effort to succeed.

Likewise,Rook is simply smitten by them. He can't help but beam at the chance of being able to witness the growth of such a unique creature and likes to help Yuu as much as he can. Even going as far as to try and find any hints or information regarding their home country which cannot be located anywhere in Twisted Wonderland. He doesn't mind that they have no magic but is the first to ask them how they experience being surrounded by magic feels like.

Epel is curious but also wary of Yuu. He isn't sure how to approach them at first until Yuu is the one who tells them it's fine if he has any questions he wanted to ask. Epel does find it extremely astounding that there could be a world out there that's without magic but as he listens about how life was typically like for them, Epel finds the fact that Yuu made it this far in NRC pretty brave.

Both of them would get along fairly well, especially given the way they're both under Vil's strict regimes.

Now, Diasomnia... Well, the good news is that Malleus does take it upon himself to ensure his peculiar ward is well tended to, if not constantly watched over by a very reluctant and very loud Sebek. He finds the outcome of this unexpected arrival very amusing,more so because Yuu is visibly more irritated than afraid. He's quite dubious with his attempt at comforting them and doesn't get why half the time he says they're upset when he reminds them that they are welcome to accept their fate and remain in Twisted Wonderland if Crowley fails to find a way back for them, but his intent for good will is earnest,most of the time...

The rest of the students are quietly perturbed that the dorm in which often holds the strongest mage has accepted a magicless human. It almost feels like a bad omen. Which is why at first Yuu and Sebek probably don't get along well.

It's not that Sebek hates them. He doesn't,not really in spite of what he says, it's just that he can't really wrap his head around it. How could this even be possible? Was the Dark Mirror tampered with? Was this some sort of plot to dishonor Malleus? It would be easier if that were the case but the fact stands that it is not. He could look at Yuu a thousand times over and he would still see someone as clueless about this matter as he was. It takes a considerable time but eventually, Sebek does soften his edges towards them and a begrudging sort of friendship would start to form.

Which is very unlike how Silver had approached them. As uncertain and wary as he was, Silver was also very empathetic towards Yuu. To him being whisked away from your home and left inside a completely different realm altogether sounds dreadful. And so, he tries his best to make sure their stay with them is at least comfortable. He often offers to walk with them to classes and asks them about their lessons.

Lilia like Malleus finds the matter amusing, but unlike Malleus is quite better at making conversations about the situation. Not exactly because he's gentle and reassuring,but because the topics he goes into with them often offers insight and different views of things Yuu might have problems trying to face on their own. He becomes a sort of guiding hand in a way,and it's not unusual for them to seek him out for any advice. His way is definitely not as humane as Silver, the logic sometimes doesn't even align with Yuu's but the flow of their conversations helps Yuu to regulate their thoughts and emotions.

Trey Clover

Trey picks up on your struggles sooner than most, his observant nature allowing him to notice the small cracks in your demeanor. He doesn’t pry but stays close, offering quiet support until he realizes you’re beyond your limit. His heart aches knowing you’ve been carrying so much without asking for help.

“Hey… you don’t have to pretend everything’s fine,” Trey says softly, kneeling beside you as you sit slumped in an empty classroom. His usual calm demeanor is tinged with concern. “I’ve seen you pushing yourself too hard. You’re not alone in this, you know.”

Trey becomes your sanctuary. He’s the type to cook comforting meals for you, often sneaking you your favorite desserts. He encourages you to talk at your own pace, listening without judgment. Trey also ensures you’re surrounded by people who care, gently urging you to spend time with friends so you never feel isolated again.

Cater Diamond

Cater doesn’t fully realize how bad things are until he catches you breaking down when you think no one is watching. The sight hits him hard—he’s used to wearing masks himself, but seeing you put on a brave face while falling apart reminds him of his own struggles.

“Whoa, hey, hey…” Cater’s voice is unusually soft as he crouches in front of you, the playful lilt replaced with genuine worry. “You’ve been holding all this in, haven’t you? Man, that’s not healthy… You should’ve told me!”

Cater becomes your cheerleader, using his energy to lift your spirits. He takes you on spontaneous outings, distracting you with fun activities and selfies to remind you of life’s lighter side. When you need to vent, he’s surprisingly patient, letting you talk without interruptions. His go-to phrase becomes, “No filter, just let it out. I’m here.”

Ace Trappola

Ace is the last to understand the depth of your pain, brushing off your struggles as stress until you finally snap. Seeing you cry or lash out leaves him dumbstruck—he’s not used to serious emotions and struggles to process it at first. But beneath his awkwardness, he genuinely cares.

“Whoa… I didn’t think it was this bad.” Ace rubs the back of his neck, guilt clear in his expression. “Look, I’m sorry if I made things worse. I didn’t mean to. I just… didn’t know.”

Ace sticks close to you in his own Ace-like way. He cracks jokes to make you laugh and distracts you with playful banter, but he’s also there for the serious moments. If you’re feeling overwhelmed, he drags you outside to play a quick game of basketball or to look at the stars, insisting, “You’ve gotta clear your head, or you’ll go crazy.”

Deuce Spade

Deuce notices your struggles but doesn’t know how to approach you about them. When he finally sees you crumble, it makes him feel like he’s failed as your friend. His protective instincts kick in, and he becomes determined to help you in any way he can.

“Wait—you’ve been feeling like this the whole time?” Deuce’s voice is thick with emotion as he looks at you, his fists clenched at his sides. “Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve done something! I’m supposed to have your back!”

Deuce takes your well-being seriously, to the point of overcompensating at first. He insists on walking you to class, carrying your things, and defending you against anything he perceives as a threat (real or imagined). Over time, he learns to provide quiet support, sitting with you during tough moments and saying, “We’ll get through this together. I promise.”

Leona Kingscholar

Leona is a perceptive man, even if he acts otherwise, but your struggles slip under his radar for too long. It isn’t until he notices how you’ve stopped rising to his teasing or how the light in your eyes has dimmed that the gravity of your situation hits him. It reminds him of his own sense of isolation, and the guilt gnaws at him.

“Tch. You think you’re the only one who has to deal with this crap?” Leona’s voice is gruff, but there’s no malice in it. He sighs, sitting beside you under the shade of a tree. “You should’ve said something sooner, herbivore. Doesn’t mean you have to carry it all yourself.”

Leona doesn’t coddle you, but his actions speak louder than his words. He offers his presence, silently inviting you to nap in the botanical gardens with him when you need a break. If anyone dares to make your life harder, Leona handles it with a quiet, lethal efficiency. “Rest up. You’re not falling apart on my watch.”

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie notices your struggles quickly, but his initial reaction is to brush it off as normal stress—until he sees you genuinely hit your breaking point. It stuns him; he’s used to dealing with hardships himself but hates the idea of you enduring the same without support.

“Oi, don’t do this to yourself,” Ruggie says, his usual playful tone replaced by something softer. “You’re not alone, y’know? I don’t let my people suffer in silence. That’s not how we roll.”

Ruggie uses his resourcefulness to lighten your load however he can. He sneaks you snacks, takes care of tedious tasks for you, and even makes you laugh with his sharp wit. When you’re overwhelmed, he shares stories of his struggles to show you that it’s okay to lean on others. “You’ve got me, okay? I’ll make sure you’re okay, promise.”

Jack Howl

Jack notices the signs of your stress early on, but he hesitates to bring it up, unsure if it’s his place. When he finally realizes how deeply you’re struggling, it stirs a protective instinct in him, and he immediately resolves to do whatever it takes to help you.

“You should’ve told me,” Jack says, his voice low and filled with regret. His ears twitch as he glances away, guilt etched across his face. “I could’ve helped. You don’t have to do this on your own anymore.”

Jack becomes your steadfast support, encouraging you to exercise or go for runs to clear your mind. He’s a calming presence, offering quiet companionship when words aren’t enough. “You’re strong, but you don’t always have to be. Let me help carry the weight, okay?”

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul prides himself on noticing vulnerabilities in others, but your ability to mask your pain throws him off. When the cracks finally show, it shakes him deeply, reminding him of his own insecurities and the times he felt powerless.

“I didn’t realize…” Azul murmurs, his hands wringing nervously as he looks at you with uncharacteristic vulnerability. “I should have seen it. I’m sorry—for everything. Let me help you now.”

Azul’s approach is practical and calculated, but it’s rooted in genuine care. He offers to take over responsibilities or negotiate solutions to ease your stress. When you’re overwhelmed, he’s unexpectedly tender, sitting with you in his VIP room and reminding you, “Even the strongest need someone to lean on. You’ve been there for others; let us be here for you.”

Jade Leech

Jade notices your struggles early but refrains from intervening, assuming you’ll reach out when you’re ready. When he realizes how much you’ve been bottling up, he’s surprised and slightly guilty for not addressing it sooner.

“My, you’ve been carrying quite the burden,” Jade says, his usual calm tinged with regret. “It seems I underestimated just how much you’ve endured. Forgive my oversight.”

Jade is a master of subtlety, offering comfort in ways that feel natural and unintrusive. He invites you on quiet walks through the woods, using the serene atmosphere to help ease your mind. When words are needed, he listens attentively, his soothing voice offering reassurance. “Do not hesitate to lean on me, should you need support. I’ll always be here.”

Floyd Leech

Floyd doesn’t realize how bad things are until you completely snap, and even then, it takes him a moment to process that your outburst isn’t just a temporary mood. Seeing you so broken flips a switch in him, his usual playful demeanor replaced with a rare seriousness.

“Shrimpy, why didn’t you say anything?” Floyd’s voice is uncharacteristically quiet, his sharp eyes scanning your face. He pouts, but there’s no mischief in it—just genuine concern. “You don’t gotta handle everything alone, y’know?”

Floyd sticks to you like glue, his unpredictable nature becoming a strange source of comfort. He drags you out for spontaneous adventures, insisting that fun will help you feel better. When you’re feeling low, he’s surprisingly gentle, wrapping you in a tight hug and muttering, “I gotcha, Shrimpy. Nobody’s messin’ with you while I’m here.”

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim is always full of energy and positivity, so it takes him a while to notice the depths of your struggles. When he does, he’s devastated, blaming himself for not seeing it sooner.

“Wait—you’ve been feeling like this?” Kalim’s eyes widen, tears threatening to spill. “Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve done something to help!”

Kalim does everything in his power to brighten your days. He showers you with gifts, invites you to lively parties, and insists on spending time together to lift your spirits. When he realizes that quiet support means more than grand gestures, he sits with you, holding your hand. “You’re not alone, okay? I’ll always be here for you.”

Jamil Viper

Jamil is highly observant, and while he notices your struggles early on, he assumes you’re managing on your own until he sees how much you’ve truly endured. It reminds him of his own bottled-up frustrations, and guilt eats at him for not acting sooner.

“...I should’ve known,” Jamil mutters, his voice low and filled with regret. He rubs the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze. “I’ve been through this too. I know what it’s like to feel trapped. I’m sorry I didn’t step in sooner.”

Jamil’s care comes in quiet, thoughtful gestures. He prepares your favorite meals, arranges peaceful moments away from the chaos of NRC, and ensures you never feel overwhelmed alone. “You’ve done more than enough. Let me take care of things for a while.”

Vil Schoenheit

Vil’s sharp eyes catch the signs of your struggles quickly, but he initially brushes them off, believing you’ll overcome them like any challenge. When the full weight of your burden becomes clear, he’s horrified and deeply regretful for not intervening sooner.

“I failed to notice something so glaringly obvious,” Vil says, his tone laced with self-reproach. “That’s not acceptable—not as your friend and certainly not as someone who should’ve supported you better.”

Vil approaches your comfort with precision and care, determined to help you regain your footing. He insists on self-care days, encourages you to vent your frustrations, and teaches you grounding techniques. “You’re stronger than you think, but even the strongest need rest. I’m here for you, no matter what.”

Rook Hunt

Rook is attuned to the emotions of those around him, and your pain does not escape his notice. He marvels at your resilience but is deeply saddened that you’ve been enduring so much without seeking help.

“Mon cher trésor, your suffering… it pains me to think I let you endure this alone,” Rook says softly, his gaze earnest. “You’ve carried a weight that no one should bear by themselves. Allow me to lighten your burden.”

Rook’s support is poetic and heartfelt, crafting moments of beauty to remind you of the world’s wonders. Whether it’s a bouquet of flowers, a handwritten letter, or a quiet moment under the stars, he ensures you feel cherished. “You are not alone in this grand stage of life, and I shall remain by your side as your steadfast ally.”

Epel Felmier

Epel is initially too caught up in his own frustrations to notice the extent of your struggles, but once he sees you falter, his protective side kicks in. It reminds him of his own insecurities about being underestimated.

“Aw, geez, why didn’t ya say somethin’?” Epel frowns, his voice uncharacteristically soft. “You’re always lookin’ out for us, but ya never let anyone do the same for you. That ain’t fair.”

Epel takes a straightforward approach, offering to help however he can. He sticks close, ensuring you never feel alone, and encourages you to vent when needed. “You’re tough as nails, but that doesn’t mean you gotta do it all by yourself. We’re a team, remember?”

Idia Shroud

Idia is slow to notice your struggles, being so wrapped up in his own world, but when he realizes the extent of your pain, it hits him hard. He sees a reflection of his own struggles in you and feels immense guilt for not seeing it sooner.

“This is my fault, isn’t it?” Idia mumbles, his voice trembling. His hair dims as he nervously fiddles with his tablet. “I should’ve… I don’t know, paid more attention. I’m sorry. I—I wanna help, if you’ll let me.”

Idia comforts you in his own awkward way, creating a safe space where you can relax without judgment. He shares his favorite games, shows, and quiet moments, offering you an escape from the chaos. “You don’t have to be ‘okay’ all the time. Just… take it easy for now. I’m here if you need me.”

Ortho Shroud

Ortho is one of the first to notice your struggles, his advanced sensors picking up on changes in your emotional and physical state. His concern is immediate, and he wastes no time in seeking to help.

“You’ve been so sad for so long, haven’t you?” Ortho’s voice is soft, as he hovers close. “I wish I could’ve made you smile sooner. I’m sorry you’ve been hurting.”

Ortho’s comfort is warm and reassuring, filled with optimism and boundless energy. He’s always ready with encouraging words, small gifts, or simply a cheerful presence to brighten your day. “You’re not alone! I’ll do everything I can to help you feel better, okay?”

Malleus Draconia

Malleus has always sensed something amiss about your emotions, his acute sensitivity to auras making it impossible for him to overlook your struggles. However, he hesitates to approach, fearing he might overstep or worsen your burdens. When he finally understands the depth of your pain, he is both heartbroken and determined to help.

“You’ve been enduring this in silence?” His deep voice is laced with regret as his green eyes soften. “If only I had been more attentive, perhaps I could have eased your pain.”

Malleus ensures you feel his unwavering support. He invites you for peaceful strolls under the stars, shares his favorite quiet spots, and reassures you with his calming presence. “You are precious to me. Whatever darkness surrounds you, I will remain by your side until the light returns.”

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia has lived long enough to recognize the signs of emotional turmoil, and it pains him to see you suffer. While he often masks his seriousness with cheerfulness, he doesn’t hesitate to step in when he sees you reaching your breaking point.

“Oh, little one, you’ve carried such a heavy heart all this time.” His playful demeanor fades into solemnity as he places a gentle hand on your shoulder. “You shouldn’t have to face this alone.”

Lilia comforts you with wisdom and warmth, drawing on centuries of experience. He shares stories to make you laugh, cooks (albeit questionable) meals to distract you, and offers sage advice when you’re ready to talk. “Life’s trials are harsh, but you’re stronger than you know. And if you need someone to lean on, I’ll always be here.”

Silver

Silver is observant despite his drowsy nature, and he’s one of the first to notice your growing exhaustion. When he realizes the extent of your suffering, he feels deeply remorseful for not acting sooner.

“I should have seen this sooner,” Silver says quietly, his tone filled with regret. “You’ve always looked out for others… I should’ve done the same for you.”

Silver stays by your side, offering silent, steady support. He doesn’t push you to talk but is always ready to listen when you’re ready. His calm demeanor helps ground you, and he often sits quietly with you under a tree or by a calm lake. “You’re not alone. I’ll protect you—not just from danger, but from this weight you’re carrying.”

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek’s initial reaction is frustration—not at you, but at himself for failing to notice your struggles while being so focused on Malleus. His loyalty shifts into overdrive as he becomes determined to help you.

“You’ve been struggling this much, and I didn’t see it?!” Sebek’s voice is loud, but there’s a rare softness in his expression. “That is… unacceptable. I failed you as a companion.”

Sebek’s attempts to comfort you are a bit clumsy but heartfelt. He insists on helping you with daily tasks and loudly declares his commitment to your well-being. Despite his rough edges, his sincerity shines through. “Know this: I will not allow you to suffer alone any longer. You have my loyalty, now and always.”

Rollo Flamme

Rollo’s disdain for magic only deepens when he realizes how much you’ve suffered due to the chaos and overblots of NRC. His concern for you is genuine, though it’s laced with anger toward the school and its culture.

“This place… It’s a cesspool of disorder and harm,” Rollo says, his voice cold yet trembling with suppressed emotion. “You’ve been caught in its web for too long. You deserve better.”

Rollo’s comfort is practical and protective. He tries to create a sense of normalcy for you, offering quiet, structured moments away from the chaos. His words are sharp but sincere. “You deserve a life of peace and stability. If you can’t find it here, I’ll do what I can to give it to you.”

Neige LeBlanche

Neige is quick to notice your distress, his naturally empathetic nature making him keenly aware of your struggles. He’s horrified to think of you enduring so much alone and wants to do everything in his power to make you smile again.

“Oh no… You’ve been feeling like this?” Neige’s voice is soft, his eyes brimming with concern. “You don’t deserve to carry such sadness by yourself.”

Neige’s comfort is gentle and uplifting. He sings for you, offers kind words, and encourages you to express your feelings without fear. “You’re so strong, but you don’t have to be strong all the time. It’s okay to let someone take care of you for a change.”

Grim

Grim initially doesn’t notice your struggles, his focus often on his own ambitions and mischief. When he finally realizes how much you’ve been enduring, he feels both guilt and panic.

“Hey… You’re not okay, are ya?” Grim’s ears droop as he looks up at you, his voice unusually soft. “Why didn’t ya tell me? I—I’m supposed to be your partner!”

Grim becomes fiercely protective, sticking by your side at all times. He tries to cheer you up with his antics and insists on being your “emotional support boss.” “You’re stuck with me, got it? So don’t go actin’ like you’re all alone. I won’t let ya.”

Staff:

Crowley

Crowley prides himself on being the "benevolent" headmaster, but when he realizes how much you’ve suffered under his care—or lack thereof—he’s struck by a rare pang of guilt. While he’s not one to admit fault outright, he becomes visibly uncomfortable with the weight of his oversight.

“My dear, you’ve been carrying all of this on your shoulders?” His dramatic flair falters for a moment, his usual exuberance replaced with awkward sincerity. “I… suppose I may have been a tad neglectful in ensuring your well-being.”

Crowley tries to make amends in his own roundabout way, offering resources, extended accommodations, or attempting to be more attentive (though his efforts are often misguided). “Rest assured, I shall personally oversee that you are well cared for! You have my full support—within reason, of course.”

Divus Crewel

Crewel is not one to tolerate weakness, but when he sees the toll everything has taken on you, his stern demeanor softens. He’s the type to take immediate, no-nonsense action to ensure you’re taken care of.

“You’ve let it get this bad without saying a word?” His sharp tone is laced with frustration, but his eyes betray his concern. “Pup, I thought I taught you better than to carry burdens alone.”

Crewel’s approach is practical yet caring. He insists you rest, brings you comforting meals, and ensures you know you’re valued. “You’re stronger than you think, but even the strongest need support. Lean on me, pup. I’ll make sure you’re back to full strength in no time.”

Mozus Trein

Trein is a man of wisdom and observation. He likely noticed your struggles but respected your space, waiting for the right time to step in. When he realizes the full extent of your distress, he feels deep regret for not intervening sooner.

“I should have addressed this earlier.” His voice is steady but tinged with remorse. “You’ve faced more challenges than any student should. It’s a testament to your resilience, but it shouldn’t have come to this.”

Trein offers gentle guidance, providing stability and reassurance. He shares stories of his own trials and reminds you that even the hardest times pass. “Life is fraught with difficulties, but you’ve shown remarkable courage. Allow others to help shoulder the burden—you need not face this alone.”

Ashton Vargas

Vargas isn’t the most emotionally perceptive, but when it finally clicks that you’re struggling, he’s hit with a wave of guilt. He immediately shifts gears, trading his usual boisterousness for genuine concern.

“Whoa… I had no idea it was this bad,” Vargas says, his brows furrowed in concern. “Why didn’t you say something sooner? I would’ve helped in a heartbeat!”

Vargas focuses on physical activity as a form of comfort, encouraging you to blow off steam in healthy ways. He also offers constant positive reinforcement. “You’re tough, kid, but even the toughest need a break. Let’s get some fresh air and clear your head—you’ve got this!”

Sam

Sam has always been attuned to the emotions of others, so when he realizes the depth of your struggles, he feels a pang of regret for not stepping in sooner. His usual upbeat demeanor becomes tinged with quiet sympathy.

“Well, well… Looks like someone’s been carrying more than their fair share.” His voice is soft, his usual grin replaced with a concerned expression. “You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you?”

Sam provides comfort through small but meaningful gestures, like preparing your favorite treats or giving you space to talk. He reassures you with his calming presence and wise words. “Don’t keep it bottled up, friend. Whatever you’re feeling, it’s valid. I’m here to help you through it.”

➤ Pregnancy (and what happens when you're magic and with child)

Pregnancy mixed with magic would essentially be a stretched out period. The body continues to drawn in magic, but at the same pace as the baby's cells develop in the pouch. I'd say this is because in the earlier stages of life, the baby's cells rely on both mother's nutrients, and her magic. But magic has a signature, so as the baby grows in the stomach, the mother's body enters a process where it essentially weens the baby off the mother's magic, and kick starts a process where the mother starts to absorb more from their surroundings.

(during this period, doctors enforce nature walks because that's where 'fresh' magic is, and gives the baby 'cleaner, fresh' magic. Basically like pollution. Magic has a signature, and while the baby would have an entirely different one to that of the countless that were absorbed in, say, like a city, there would still be traces, y'know?)

anyway. that's why its like a period, the body absorbs magic still. When the baby pops out, they're still weak. If you're not careful about where you're keeping your baby, the sheer amount of magic that is everywhere could be overwhelming to them. That's where the milk from the mother comes in

The mother's body kickstarts yet another process. Two actually:

we are still absorbing magic, folks. (i'm sorry, but this is the only way it makes sense)

the body starts lacing the milk from the mother with her magic, something familiar to the baby. It'll be used in the baby's body almost as a sheild, letting it take the brunt of this new world while the baby's magic grows strong enough to form its own defenses.

kinda like an immune system

➤Back to periods(only what's similar to our own)

Unfortunately, they do not suffer as earth women do.

No cramps. No nothing. Okay, that was a lie.

They do feel an uncomfortable tightness in what they perceive as their...core? Idk, they can feel the magic entering their body and it's not painful. but it is uncomfortable.

They're advised not to use magic during this period because their body needs the extra magic and whatever else it can get. Also during this period, I'd imagine it's easier to create blot. Just because it's my world building❤

The magic system(i'm labeling it as it were a system of the body even though no organ contribute to it) isn't...physical, in a sense. But they can certainly feel it. The discomfort is there, but not felt by the flesh.

So. I'd imagine some brain chemicals are disrubted because it registers something is different, but because it can't pin point what, it's just a bad week of feelings.

➤ How the boys react to...that.

We've established there's no bleeding in a twst woman's menstrual cycle(it's not even called that but i'm not qualified to be naming things) so.

no pads. no tampons. not even a menstrual cup. [<- i am never using that shit by the way. pad girlie through and through]

Poor Yuu, first of all. Fuck the boys, poor yuu.

Let's say for the first few months in twst, yuu doesn't get her(i'm gonna inter-change she and they btw) period because the body...gets fucky under stress. And Yuu was under a lot of it until like...I'd say....let's go with post book 7. just for my sanity.

After Malleus's overblot, they get to..sit down. And just breath. Nothing happens for a month, no signs of overblot, or anything that couldn't be handled quickly by the housewardens.

Everything is fine. It's great, even. Yuu's connected with people, feels safe despite being in an all boys school because even though this is a school full of prideful boys, they're not assholes to that regard. They feel...respected, almost. Safe. Calm.

And then one morning.

Blood coats the insides of their thighs and Grim demands answers between yowls and tears.

And she just...plops back down on the bed, letting out a sigh and then a drawn out: "Fuck."

Calm. Worryingly so in the dire beast's eyes. He can't see the blood—her blanket covers their lower half still—but he can smell it. There's a lot. And she's sitting in it as she takes deep breaths.

They look at him when he sniffles—even though he tries to hide it—and softens, stroking his fur and murmuring that they were fine.

He lingers outside the bathroom door as they clean up. The scent of iron lingers as she throws her soiled clothes in the 'to wash' bin, which the ghosts promptly scoop up the same way they did the bloody bed sheets.

The blood still lingers on them as Grim follows them back to her room, where she hums a tune as they place another set of sheets on the bed.

"At least I didn't bleed through it. That would've been annoying," They mumble, petting his head as they stand and scoop him up with them. "Actually...do me a favor?"

That's how Grim and Yuu end up skipping the day and spend it on the lounge couch with Grim curled up over their gut. They tap him when they need him to warm her with his fire, and he does so, ignoring how something squleches from inside their body and focuses on how their sigh in relief.

It is at that moment where Sebek and Jack come barreling through Ramshackle’s front door.

"I SMELL BLOOD," Sebek yells from the entry, turning to a bolt of lightning—he's gained excellent control over his unique magic—to quickly appear in front of the couch. "YOU ARE BLEEDING."

And all Yuu says—even as the rest of their friend group rushes through the door, panting like they had ran—is:

"Ew, you can smell that?"

the first years were the first to be subjected to 'the talk'. Yuu had Grim in their lap the whole time, a plate covered in food which they ate from as they casually explained that their uterus was shedding.

"...can you explain that...one more time?" Deuce fails at hiding his horror, and in an attempt to comfort him, Yuu slides her plate in his direction.

"I'll dumb it down," They lean back in her chair, arms crossed and legs propped up on the chair. They're comfortable. "Uterus lining gone bad, body ejected it through squeezing out the shed lining, it comes out with blood through my 'down there'."

Horror. Yuu’s eyes keep flicking between the boys—Epel is white pale, Ace can't decide if he wants to be that or green, Jack's ears are plastered against his head and his tail is pin straight, Deuce is staring off into the distance while Yuu encourages a chip into his hand, Sebek’s ears, while not dramatically pointedly, still tilt downwards and scales have flickered on his cheeks whenever he was thrown off. And Ortho...

Yuu tilts her head.

"Ortho? You with us?'"

The mechanical boy blinks—his pupils returning to normal rather than the closed shutters of a camera—and smiles at them.

"Yes! That was great information to add to my data banks. I'm in the middle of coding you a tracker app—similar to the ones our women use for their cycles—but for your bodily functions rather than magical intake."

It finally clicks in their brain. And the sheer offense settles in.

"They don't have fucking periods?!"

_

"How do we stop the bleeding?" Riddle stresses his words, still pacing Ramshackle’s lounge.

"You can't," Yuu grumbles, shoving a pastry into their mouth. Trey had found with Riddle when Ace had called him, and they think they heard something clattering to the ground the same time Riddle exploded with question. It had gotten her treats and a quick check in though, so she's not too mad. "Just keep something there to catch the blood."

"Like what? What did your world have?" Vil stops her from grabbing another sweet, giving them a sharp look until they did what they agreed to do and interchange between indulgent food and the fruit he cut up.

"Pads. Tampons. Menstrual cups."

They both pause, watching her until she quickly explains:

"Uh. Pads stick to underwear and soak the blood. Tampons, you uh...you shove it up there for a few hours, then take it out to replace it. Menstrual cups are kind of the came thing, but they look like wider condoms and more like a cup."

"...oh my seven," Riddle whispers in horror, and he clutches his hair while staring at the floor. Vil, on the other hand, clears his throat and—uncomfortably—asks:

"What have you been using?"

"Uh. Double sided tape. Guaze from the first aid kit. Then more tape. The really absorbent bandage roll things from the first aid kit. More tape. More gauze. And I wrap that in toilet paper."

She smiles after they finish, shoving another pastry in their mouth while the two in front of them slowly crumble.

—

They won't let you leave Ramshackle.

"'S dangerous to bleed in the sea," Floyd drawls. His pen is resting on your gut while Grim takes a break and retrieves work for the both of you. The heat from it is...sufficient. "You get hunted down quick."

"...I'm in my house, Floyd." She deadpans. They look up at Jade as he brings them tea, taking the cup from him.

"It's still not right to bleed, Prefect." Jade takes a seat in the chair beside the sofa, hands laid in his lap and perfectly straight posture. He's the most calm out of everyone that knows. "I would hate for you to bleed out the moment we took our eyes off you."

"It's only a couple table spoons, I think."

"That is still WAY TOO MUCH—" Azul calls out from the other room, on the phone with his mother, because she might not bleed, but something she does might help.

—

"I'm gonna scream." They deadpan.

"Don't," Ruggie shoots back, finishing lighting the final candle he had brought. It's strong, and he scrunches his nose when its scent floats into the air, but he doesn't complain.

"'S better than blood." Leona drawls from the hallway. He won't enter the lounge, even with so many candles lit.

"You can literally still smell it."

"I'd rather not be reminded of the fact you're bleeding out on your couch everytime I breath in."

"...I think the candles make it worse." Ruggie mutters, and Yuu screams into their pillow.

_

"Please don't die!!!"

"Kalim, I'm not dying."

"They're not dying."

Kalim has herexplain the intricacies of a period to him just so he can know that they are, in fact, not dying. He listens intently, and doesn't even seem disgusted by the parts other men would be.

"Wow...you've been dealing with that since you were eleven!" Oddly enough, his eyes shine. "You're so strong!"

"Just because I'm not dying doesn't mean it doesn't feel like I'm not." She deadpans, wincing at the pain of another cramp to their uterus.

Jamil hands them a tray, pills and a glass of water pushed to one end and a bowl of food to the other.

He picks up the pills and hands them to her, "Pain pills, drink them and finish the glass of water before you start eating."

They pass out after they leave from both a food coma, and what she think were melatonin pills.

Great nap though

—

yuu wakes up in the middle of the night, Grim resting on their gut, and a thin notepad filled with 6 poems depicting and praising their strength for each year since they began her period.

Along with it, what Rook calls a creation of Vil's genuis.

A pad. Or. A pretty imitation of one. It works well for a product they told Vil about only a day or two ago.

—

"You should be resting."

they jump Malleus' voice, spinning around to face. They point their spatula at him, a glare in their eyes.

"Do not do that. And I'm better. The bleeding went down. The week is nearly done, and my period along with it."

Silently, he takes the spatula from her hand. Reaches over to shut off the stove, then rests his hands on their shoulders, and leads them until they're in front of their bed.

"...seriously? I'm not dying, Mal."

"Rest." He stresses.

So she sighs, gets into bed, hugs Grim to their chest, and lets Malleus linger and observe however long he wants until Lilia comes and forcefully takes him. Not without leaving her a pouch of herbs and instructions on how to make the tea, of course.

Silver is there when they wake up, and they spend the morning with him. For some reason. It was nice to have someone be there gently, instead of hovering. Worried, yes, but there only to help when they falter.

That night, she sat Grim in her lap as they quietly watched Idia fill out an entire scientific document about menstrual cycle, answering his questions when he breaks his silence with a soft voice. She falls asleep on the phone.

Serving: When the Healer Breaks

You don't have a magic stone to blot, but the negativity has to go somewhere. It accumulates in your soul. One day, after another impossible demand from Crowley or a wave of crushing homesickness, you snap. You don't turn into a giant monster; you simply overflow. Black, ink-like tears stream down your face. You are screaming, or perhaps silent, surrounded by a suffocating aura of despair.

👑 Riddle Rosehearts

The Stew (The Breakdown): He finds you in the Rose Maze, destroying the white roses. You aren't painting them; you are tearing them apart, sobbing about how tired you are, how nothing is ever enough. Riddle freezes. He sees himself in you. The pressure. The perfectionism. The breaking point. "Prefect? Stop! That is... that is against the rules! You are hurting yourself!" He tries to order you to stop, but his voice cracks. He realizes that he contributed to this. He relied on you to be the stable one.

The Pie (The Comfort): He rushes forward, ignoring the thorns, and grabs your wrists. He doesn't use magic. He uses his own strength. "Enough!" he cries, pulling you into a desperate hug. "I... I rescind the order! I rescind all orders! You do not have to be perfect! You do not have to be strong!" He buries his face in your shoulder, his own tears mixing with your inky ones. "I am the Housewarden. It is my duty to maintain order, not yours. You have carried the weight of my crown for too long. Please... let me carry you now. I command you... to rest."

🦁 Leona Kingscholar

The Stew (The Breakdown): You collapse in his room. You're hyperventilating, clawing at your chest, rambling about how you want to go home, how you hate this world, how you're just a tool for everyone else. The shadows in the room seem to lengthen, responding to your distress. Leona wakes up instantly. The smell of acrid distress hits him. He sees the "herbivore"—the one creature who seemed to have endless patience—snarling with grief. "Oi..." He stands up, his tail lashing. "What did that crow do to you?"

The Pie (The Comfort): He crosses the room in a blur. He doesn't try to talk you down with logic. He effectively tackles you onto the bed, pinning you under his weight—not to hurt, but to ground you. "Shut up," he growls, but his hand is cradling the back of your head, pressing your face into his chest. "Stop thinking. Stop working. You're done." He radiates heat and lazy, heavy calm. He forces his own steady heartbeat against yours. "You want to go home? Fine. I'll find a way. But right now, you're in my den. And in my den, nobody works. Nobody suffers. You just sleep. I'll eat anyone who tries to wake you up. Even Crowley."

🐙 Azul Ashengrotto

The Stew (The Breakdown): You are in the VIP room, trying to negotiate a deal for Crowley, and you just... shatter. You start laughing, a hollow, broken sound. You talk about "debts" and "unfair contracts" and how you've given everything and received nothing. Ink starts to drip from your eyes, staining the contracts on the table. Azul drops his pen. He knows this flavor. It is the taste of inferiority and exploitation. He realizes, with horror, that the Reader has been operating on a deficit for months.

The Pie (The Comfort): He vaults over the desk. He grabs your shoulders, his eyes wide and frantic behind his glasses. "The contract is void!" he shouts, shaking you slightly. "I am declaring it null and void! You owe nothing! Do you hear me? Nothing!" He pulls you into his arms, casting a barrier spell around the room to shut out the world. "I am the most greedy mage in this school," he whispers fiercely into your ear. "And I am hoarding you. You are no longer available for the Headmaster's use. I will take on your debts. I will manage the burden. Just... please... stop crying. It is... an inefficient use of your precious energy."

🐍 Jamil Viper

The Stew (The Breakdown): You are helping him cook, and you drop a plate. Instead of picking it up, you stare at the shards and whisper, "I'm trapped." The air grows heavy. You start to spiral about being a servant to everyone's whims, never having a choice, never being free. Jamil goes still. It is like looking in a mirror. He sees the chains of duty choking you, the same chains he tried to burn down the school to escape.

The Pie (The Comfort): He turns off the stove. He walks over to you, kicks the shards aside, and grabs your face in his hands. "Look at me," he commands, his voice utilizing his "Snake Charmer" cadence—not to hypnotize, but to focus you. "You are not a servant. You are not a tool. You are [....]." He pulls you against him, wrapping his arms tight around your waist, resting his chin on your head. "I know the feeling. I know the suffocation. But you are not alone in it anymore. I will handle Kalim. I will handle Crowley. You are done serving. From now on... I serve you. Let me take the lead. Just breathe."

👠 Vil Schoenheit

The Stew (The Breakdown): You are in the Pomefiore ballroom, looking in the mirror, and you start screaming that you're "ugly," that you're "broken," that you're "useless." The stress has twisted your self-perception. You start to scratch at your own skin, trying to tear off the pressure. Vil is horrified. He sees the "Fairest One" crumbling into the ugly despair he knows so well. He sees the poison he once drank now coursing through you.

The Pie (The Comfort): "Stop!" He catches your hands, his grip iron-strong. "Do not mar the masterpiece!" He drags you to the floor, pulling you into his lap, holding your wrists so you can't hurt yourself. He forces you to look at him. "You are not ugly," he says, his voice shaking with intensity. "You are exhausted. You are tarnished by the incompetence of others. But you are mine." He begins to gently stroke your hair, using the soothing techniques he uses on himself. "I will strip away this 'blot.' I will apply the balm. I will make you beautiful again. We will rest. No more rehearsals. No more duties. Just... sleep, my potato. I will watch over you."

💀 Idia Shroud

The Stew (The Breakdown): You are gaming with him, and you suddenly go AFK. You start typing gibberish in the chat. Then, in the room, you curl into a ball, muttering about "Game Over" and "Bad Ends" and how you just want to "log out" (leave the world). The air around you turns cold and static. Idia's hair flares with panic. He recognizes the Doom Spiral. He knows what it's like to want to delete your save file.

The Pie (The Comfort): He rips his headphones off. He scrambles off his chair and crawls under the desk/blanket fort where you are hiding. "N-No! No logging out!" he stammers, grabbing your hands. "It's not a Game Over! It's just... it's just a lag spike! A really bad lag spike!" He pulls you into a desperate, awkward hug, burying his face in your neck. "I'll... I'll carry you! I'll be the tank! You don't have to do any DPS! Just... stay in the party! Please! I can't... I can't solo this server without my Player 2!" He refuses to let go, promising to DDOS Crowley's email if that's what it takes to get you a break.

🐲 Malleus Draconia

The Stew (The Breakdown): You are walking with him at night. You look at the moon and start weeping. You talk about how far away it is. How far away home is. How you are just a "passing human" who doesn't belong anywhere. The despair is so thick it actually summons thunderclouds. Malleus stops. He feels the agony of isolation—his oldest companion—radiating from you. He realizes that while he found a home in you, you are still lost.

The Pie (The Comfort): The rain starts to fall, but it doesn't touch you. He wraps his cape around you, engulfing you in darkness and warmth. He lifts you into his arms effortlessly, holding you against his chest like a dragon guarding its hoard. "You are not lost," he rumbles, his voice vibrating through your chest. "And you are not passing. You are here. With me." He begins to walk back to Diasomnia, ignoring the school rules. "If this world is too harsh... I will burn it down and build you a new one. If you miss your home... I will tear the fabric of reality to find it. But until then... I am your home. Rest in my thorns, Child of Man. Nothing shall harm you while I draw breath."

A dish served with the deepest empathy and the strongest protection. The kitchen is honored to have served you, patron.

We do hope this Seared Scallop & Eel Stew brought the catharsis you needed!

Queen Grimhilde:

She doesn't care what you do, as long as it benefits her or, failing at that, simply doesn't harm her. It's your magic; do what you want with it. She's not a babysitter. But don't expect her to be impressed if you decide to give her a small flower.

Mary Sanderson:

As long as you're not draining yourself, and the flowers you conjure are useful for the sisters' potions, do as you please. In fact, Mary would probably join you, sometimes correcting you, sometimes just laughing along. She's a good partner, even if she does steal children's souls.

Claudine Frollo:

No. Just no. It doesn't matter to her if you only conjure pretty flowers and other innocent things; magic is still demonic in her beliefs, and you'd better stop using your dark side. She's already doing too much for you by keeping you around despite your demonic nature.

Mother Gothel:

Ehhh, that keeps Rapunzel entertained while she brushes her hair, so go ahead, at least your little tricks made the girl happy and that increased the flower's power, so yes, you have free rein to use your magic as far as she's concerned.

Iracebeth of Crims:

It depends. Are you going to give her nice gifts? Then work your magic all day! Deep down, she just wants to know you'll really be there for her, and even if she doesn't say it, she actually enjoys seeing your flowers on her nightstand, especially since they don't wilt because they're magical.

Hades:

He visited you every single day.

Those green eyes that usually held such fondness and warmth when they landed on you, now dimmed at the sight of your bandaged and bruised body. Those dark lips that usually curled into a gentle smile when you were around, now quivered as he saw how exhausted and pained you were.

Burns on your arms from the heat of his flames now bandaged and treated, scratches and cuts from his thorns stitched and sutured. Even the gash on your forehead- from his dragon transformation causing rocks and rubble to fall in the diasomnia lounge, one of which knocked you out- now to scar you forever under your fluffy bangs.

He'd hurt you. Terribly.

You were fidgeting with a puzzle cube Riddle had brought for you during your stay in the medical wing, not noticing your dark companions distress- that is, until he spoke. 

“…Child of man”

He called, his voice holding a wobble. Your eyes shot up at the sound, meeting his pained gaze. Malleus Draconia, the prince of briar valley, was holding back tears right now just looking at you. It sounded like just calling that nickname took courage beyond comprehension. Like he felt like he didn’t deserve to call it anymore.

“I…I am deeply sorry. For everything.”

He choked out the apology, his gloved fingers curled tight in his lap, digging into the fabric of his pants. He was looking down now, as if you were the one in the room who required such a respectful gesture. The sight of him so…unlike his usual self, stilled you completely.

Because despite everything that has happened, despite every problem he’d caused…you didn’t quite blame him. Perhaps it was because he didn’t land the blows with his own hands, but you separated his overblotted and over emotional descisions to be…not malleus. 

Similarly to the other overblotters, it was hard to hold grudges over a mental breakdown. you had received injuries from them somewhat, and while malleus’s overblot caused the most damage, you treated it the same way- a moment of weakness, a breakdown- nothing he should be ashamed of.

So while the apology was appreciated- these wounds were still incredibly sore and you were trapped in a bed for days- you didn’t find it to be completely necessary. You didn’t find it necessary for the other overblotters either. All these kids apologizing for their mental health…Crowley should really invest in a guidance counselor or in-school therapist.

Regardless, malleus was practically quivering in front of you right now, as if your forgiveness would be his salvation. You’d never seen him this emotional before, perhaps it was because of the loss of his horn. He didn’t need to mask his feelings anymore, he didn’t need to bottle up, and thus, this raw moment became even more important. 

it became clear that he was waiting for forgiveness like salvation because to him that’s precisely what it was 

So you reached over to his lap, resting your hand atop one of his. He gasped softly, his eyes lingering on your soft fingers as they curled around his, pulling his hand to your lap instead so you could clasp it between both your hands as you offered a gentle squeeze. 

“I forgive you, Hornton”

you said quietly, watching his eyes finally shoot up to yours, widening as they became a bit glassy. He let out a shaky sigh, resting his other hand atop both of yours, his tone hesitant. 

“You say it so simply, as if…”

He paused, huffing softly as he screwed his eyes shut and tilted his head away. 

“As if I didn’t almost kill you too…”

he whispered, but just as he choked it out, you were already cupping his cheek and tilting his head back to face you.

“Look at me, Malleus”

You ordered softly, your eyes flicking over his face, taking in his surprised expression at your quiet demand as he looked back to you. You’d never seen the dragon so vulnerable.

“I forgive you. That’s all there is to it. I know i’m hurt, I know ill have scars…but i forgive you...”

You trailed off before you could say anything stupid- like ‘I adore you anyways’ or ‘you’re the dearest person to me in this entire school’ or ‘I love you’…

He blinked, eyes searching your face as if trying to find deceit. But before he could, you reached down and curled your fingers around his nape, pulling him closer. 

“now gimme a hug”

you said simply, smiling just enough to reassure. He didn’t object. He let you guide him to sit on the edge of the bed, the chair he’d been in squeaking against the floor as he moved off of it. And with quiet relief, he wrapped his arms around you as gingerly as he could, listening to your every breath, watching your expressions, making sure he wasn’t hurting you. 

You only smiled and tugged him closer, and with a quiet sigh he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, hugging you tightly as he could without injuring you as you stroked his hair.

After a long moment of this, you heard a sniffle. And felt globby wet tears soaking your shirt. 

“Oh malleus…”

You murmured, just as he let out a choked sob- almost sounding like a whimper- as his arms curled tighter around you, his nose brushing your pulse, nuzzling close as if to ensure you were really alive, really okay. 

“I'm sorry…i’m so sorry…”

You carded your fingers through his hair as he cried, hesitating before pressing a gentle kiss to his temple in reassurance. He’d given you forehead kisses as ‘blessings’ before, so surely this would soothe-

he froze. You blinked. He gasped softly and then pressed a teary kiss to your pulse and the underside of your jaw and cried some more.

And even when he finally did stop crying, even when you’d dried his tears with your thumbs and teased and whispered little stories till he finally smiled a bit, he still stayed curled up in that bed with you, fingers and limbs intertwined. Till Professor crewel returned of course.

But he still visited you every single day afterwards. 

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