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A barrier of dark magic surrounded the room, woven carefully by King Sombra himself. It shimmered faintly along the crystal walls, subtle but unbreakable.

It kept everything out.

And it kept you in.

Sombra insisted it was for your safety. That as long as you stayed here, untouched and isolated, nothing could reach you.

He truly believed it.

The infection, after all, didn’t frighten him. If anything, there was a quiet fascination in the way he watched it spread how it twisted ponies into something lesser. A cruel sort of satisfaction. Though a small part of him seemed almost disappointed it wasn’t his own doing.

You, however, saw something else entirely.

An opportunity.

If anyone could stop it understand it. it would be him.

But every time you brought it up, he shut you down without hesitation.

“Please, Sombra,” you pressed, your voice tighter than you intended. “You could be saving ponies’ lives.”

He didn’t respond.

You followed him anyway as he moved toward the large doors leading to your balcony. They opened with a low creak, revealing the vast drop below.

Sixty feet up.

Far enough to feel the distance. Far enough to feel trapped.

“I couldn’t care less about ‘saving’ anypony,” he said flatly, stepping out into the open air.

The wind tugged at your mane as you followed, frustration bubbling over.

“You don’t mean that,” you snapped, stomping a hoof against the crystal floor. The sharp crack echoed louder than expected.

He didn’t even turn.

That only made it worse.

“Yeah?” you shot back, anger bleeding into your voice now. “Then what if it was me, huh?”

That got his attention.

Slowly he turned to face you, crimson eyes narrowing just slightly.

“Would you care then?” you challenged, glaring at him, daring him to say no.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

The wind howled between you, carrying the distant, unsettling sounds of the empire beyond.

And something in his expression changed.

“…That,” King Sombra said quietly, “is not the same.”

“How is it different?” you shot back, stepping closer until you were nearly nose to nose with him. “Because I’m someone you care about? For Celestia’s sake, Sombra try having some empathy for once.”

For a moment, Sombra said nothing.

Then, slowly, “The only one in need of protection is you,” he replied, voice low and even. “And even that is becoming questionable considering your insistence on involving yourself in matters that do not concern you.”

Your jaw tightened.

“That’s not—”

“They are weak,” he continued, cutting cleanly over you. “It is not my fault they lack the strength to resist what spreads among them.”

His gaze hardened, something almost disdainful flickering beneath the surface.

“Perhaps if they were not so helpless, they wouldn’t have fallen victim to such a… pathetic misfortune.”

The words hit harder than you expected.

For a second, all you could do was stare at him.

Anger flared first. Then disappointment.

“…Wow,” you breathed, shaking your head slightly. “So that’s it? That’s all they are to you?”

Your voice wavered despite your effort to steady it.

“Then fine.”

You stepped back, the distance between you suddenly feeling much larger than the balcony itself.

“I’ll go,” you said, more quietly now but firmer. “If you won’t help them, I will.”

You lifted your chin, meeting his gaze head-on.

“Let me out.”

Silence fell again.

“…No.”

The air around you shifted as faint traces of his magic curled at his hooves, the barrier behind you humming almost in response.

“You will not leave this room,” King Sombra said, each word deliberate.

His eyes flicked over you sharp, searching.

“Whether you like it or not… this is the only place you are safe.”

And with that Sombra struts out of your room leaving no room for further conversation.

Days passed.

Long, suffocating days.

When Sombra finally returned, it wasn’t out of concern or at least, that’s what he told himself. Time, he assumed, would have worn down your stubbornness. You would have come to your senses. You always did.

And the moment he approached your door something felt off. His magic was no longer. It hadn't weakened or anything just gone completely.

Unease crept into the dark Kings chest as he opened the doors without hesitation.

“(y/n)-”

Your name died on his tongue his eyes scanned the room quickly searching. And then he saw you. On the floor. Still. And for a moment he didn't move.

Your coat had lost its usual vibrance, now dulled and pale. The tips of your hooves had darkened unnaturally, the color creeping upward.

You looked smaller. Thinner.

Like something had been slowly draining the life out of you. Then you stirred.

Slowly, you lifted your head your eyes met his.

They were unfocused. Heavy. Rimmed with dark circles that spoke of sleepless nights.

And then he saw it. The bite mark on your leg that you didn't even try to hide. Then everything clicked into place in an instant.

Sombrakew that you were possibly still angry with him but he never would've thought that you would go this far.

His expression darkens, shadows curling at his hooves.

“What have you done, you foolish girl?” he said, his voice low and sharp.

You stared back at him without flinching.

“You’ll either help them…” you said weakly, though the bitterness in your tone remained intact, “…or you can watch me suffer the same fate.”

Those words hit the stallion hard. His jaw tightened as his gaze flicked once more to the bite mark, then back to your face.

“You infected yourself,” he said quietly, disbelief and anger twisting together.

A harsh cough tore from your throat, making your body shudder.

“I made a choice.”

Then the room feel silent. Sombra stared down at you for the longest time without saying a word. Various emotions running through him.

Rage, frustration..fear. He knew that you were his only weakness.

suddenly, dark magic flared violently around him, shadows lashing across the room hard enough to crack crystal along the walls.

“You reckless idiot,” King Sombra snarled, and this time the anger in his voice was unmistakable. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done to yourself?”

•••

Almost a year later, Equestria was nearly back to normal. As the cure for the infection was working wonderfully so.

And more importantly you were healthy again.

you pressed yourself affectionately against King Sombra’s side, nuzzling into him with an almost playful amount of affection.

“Thank you,” you murmured happily. “I love you sooo much.”

Sombra grumbles looking away. “Yes yes”

˚₊‧꒰ა . ——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ——— ˖ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ˚₊‧꒰ა . ——— ˗ˏˋ ˎˊ˗

Two changelings hauled the limp body of a pony into the chamber before letting it fall onto the cold stone floor.

The dull thud echoed through the room. Your stomach turned.

You looked away almost immediately, your ears pinning back in disgust.

Across from you, Queen Chrysalis watched in silence, one brow arched as if waiting for you to make the obvious choice.

Ever since you had been infected, she’d managed to halt the parasite’s progress before it completely consumed your mind.

But it came with a price. The thing inside you still had to be fed.

If it wasn’t it would begin feeding on you instead.

“I don’t think I can keep doing this,” you murmured, unable to tear your eyes away from the floor.

Chrysalis let out a slow, impatient sigh.

“If you wish to keep that parasite from reclaiming you,” she said coolly, nudging the body a little closer with one hoof, “then you will.”

“I was considerate enough to have this one brought to you after death. I suggest you stop wasting energy on complaints and do what must be done.”

You squeezed your eyes shut.

“I hate this…”

“So do something useful with your hatred.”Silence settled over the chamber.

Chrysalis might have seemed like she didn't care with the way she spoke but she did.

Losing you to the parasite wasn’t an outcome she was willing to accept. If forcing you to endure this was what it took to keep your mind intact, then so be it. She would drag you through every miserable day herself if it meant you survived.

Usually, she didn’t have to. The parasite always made the decision for you.

The scent in the room reached you again, and your body betrayed you.

Your mouth watered despite the resistance. You fought it for as long as you could.

But eventually, the parasite won. “I’m sorry,” you whispered to the pony who could no longer hear you.

You looked away as you gave in. Once Finshed all that was left of the pony was bone only a little flesh remained. You stare at the floor in shame blood covers your mouth and a bit of your muzzle.

Chrysilas walks up beside you wiping off the red substance with a cloth before giving you a small kiss to the corner of your mouth a small show of affection.

And looking up at her you couldn't help the small smile that tugs at your lips.

˚₊‧꒰ა . ——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ——— ˖ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ˚₊‧꒰ა . ——— ˗ˏˋ ˎˊ˗

Cadance stood on the other side of the reinforced safety glass, tears blurring her vision as she stared at the creature that had once been you.

Your weakened, mutated form shuffled forward, pressing a trembling hoof against the barrier separating you from her.

Separating her from the mare she loved.

Cadance swallowed hard and stepped closer, placing her forehead against the cold glass.

This couldn’t be real. It couldn’t.

For weeks she’d exhausted herself searching for an answer. Ancient spells. Forbidden texts. Potions. Healers from every corner of Equestria. She had tried everything she could think of.

And none of it had been enough. All she could do now was watch. Watch as the infection slowly took over you.

“Cadance…”

Your voice was weak. Sounding slightly distorted and muffled through the glass.

Yet hearing it made her heart ache all the same.

“Cadance, please let me out…”

Your hoof dragged weakly down the glass.

“I miss you.”

A sob escaped her before she could stop it. Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. The fifth time today.

Maybe the tenth. She’d stopped counting. Because those were the only words you repeated anymore.

Cadance.

Please let me out.

I miss you.

Over and over again. Like a cruel imitation of the pony she’d lost. Cadance squeezed her eyes shut.

“Please… please just come back to me.”

Her voice trembled.

“I… I can’t do this without you.”

She forced herself to look up.

On the other side of the glass, your gaze locked onto hers for only a heartbeat before your body lurched forward. Your teeth scraped uselessly against the barrier, desperate to reach her. The sound made her stomach twist.

She didn’t flinch.

She simply watched, tears silently slipping down her cheeks.

She knew she was running out of time.

She had seen this before.

Every infected pony followed the same cruel path. The parasite burrowed into its host, making its way to the brain until the pony they once were was slowly lost. It stole memories, even the voice of the one it had claimed, wearing them like a mask.

Eventually, when it could no longer sustain itself, it too would perish.

Cadance hated every second of it. She hated that you had suffered.

Most of all, she hated how powerless she was to stop it.

Another week passed.

Each day she returned to your room, watching the creature grow weaker. Its movements became slower. Its breathing shallower.

The desperate pounding against the glass had stopped days ago.

Now it barely moved at all.

When Cadance arrived that morning, she froze in the doorway. Your body lay curled on the floor, chest rising only in the faintest of breaths.

You didn’t even lift your head. She stared at you for a long moment before making her decision. With magic, she disengaged the containment field.

The barrier shimmered once then vanished.

Slowly, she stepped into the room. There was no attempt to lunge at her. Only the faint sound of your breathing.

Cadance crossed the room and lowered herself beside you, gently resting against your side the way she had done countless times before any of this had happened.

You were so cold.

Her eyes brimmed with fresh tears as she leaned her forehead against yours.

“I know you may not be able to hear me,” she whispered. “Maybe you’re already gone…”

She swallowed the lump in her throat. Cadance closed her eyes and held you a little tighter.

“I love you.”

For a moment she thought she felt the faintest pressure against her shoulder.

So weak it could have been nothing. Maybe one final goodbye. She never opened her eyes to find out.

Instead, she stayed there beside you, refusing to let you face your last moments alone.

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.”