Luun

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR. standing close behind you

It must be a beast man property claim thing , because Leona found being too far away from you when in proximity a crime. Despite his cruel words and lack of interest in engaging with you. It seems he just can’t see you and not be in your personal bubble in some way shape or form. (Don’t bring it up though , he’s very sensitive to this topic!) Not that you’re complaining… 

You can almost always feel his warmth, or his presence around you. Whether it’s his swaying tail latching around your ankle or his body near yours. If you try to create distance for no reason, Leona will huff and pull you back. Actions versus words is sure telling advice with him!

“Where do you think you’re going?”

AZUL ASHENGROTTO. eyes flickering to your lips.

Azul is the king of excuses, and oh is he ever in love with you. He won’t say it out loud but you make him so insanely giddy and he just so dearly wants to kiss you. He is absolutely not thinking about how amazing you look, and how nice your voice sounds and how lucky he is, hm? No he swears he wasn’t looking at your lips… he pulls an excuse or even just leaves it at he doesn’t know what you’re talking about. Give him grace here? He’s just so down bad!

He flusters easy when you catch him but the intention doesn’t flutter away. He wants to kiss you more than anything and his body prevents him from hiding it…

“Do you want me to kiss you? I can if you ask me to nicely…”

JAMIL VIPER. hands brush against eachother when walking

Jamil Viper is a very particular and strategic man. Nothing happens on accident, and it leaves you flustered a little bit more when you notice fleeting touches… The way he walks close together with you, and how his hands brush against yours. His pointer finger ever so slightly curling against yours in a weak attachment that immediately pulls away and leaves you wanting more. He knows what hes doing, and the small smirk he has you notice afterward when he knows he has your attention speaks volumes. He just loves to play games, and he knows he has you when you reach again…

“Oh, you want to hold my hand? I don’t mind.”

VIL SCHOENHEIT. making eye contact through a mirror

Skincare sessions with Vil are commonality when dating him. When you go to his room, there are mirrors vastly layered across his vanity set up. Small mirrors on the desk (many beautiful exterior designs!) to go next to his large mirror and full body side mirror leant against the wall. You sit on his bed watching him finalize his routine. Vil is using one of his smaller mirrors. Up close to his face as he works. You can see his face in the reflection despite his back being turned and what a beautiful face he has.

You tilt your head to get a better view and his eyes track. His hand slightly turns the mirror and you can faintly see your reflection. He meets your eyes and a small smile arises on his face, pausing his method to stare. The eye contact is deafening to the world around and you feel a butterfly metamorphose from your nerves. He continues on, breaking eye contact and you can’t help but want more. 

“You like what you see?”

IDIA SHROUD. be nervous.

If you find nervousness hot then oh Idia must be the hottest man in the world! He is so nervous around you, you’d think he’d never of had a crush before (he didn’t think he’d be the fl in those shoujo manga he read!) One v one with him and he’s just a mess! His hair is sparking pink and eye contact seems like final boss. Please save him!!

Get a little courage and try a move? -100 health help!! him!! Sure he might try to be slick, but it takes a while for him to do anything with absolute confidence.

“Hey, don’t catch me off guard like that… so unfair.”

MALLEUS DRACONIA. Leaning down / closer to hear you better

Malleus was extremely tall, and it’s easy to notice with the height difference. You may be average height, below or above, despite this, he always makes the habit of closing proximity. A polite, princely lean over, his face near yours and you’re at a loss for words! 

His height is just one attraction, but the way he leans down, nodding and responding through physical means. He hangs onto every word you say like they’re stars. His eye contact is sincere and his love for you is just as. He’s such an attentive guy, just could leave you blushing!

Ah, Idia looks so handsome when he worries his lips like that.

Idia almost choked on his own saliva.

His head snapped in your direction, to which you raised an eyebrow.

“Everything okay, Idia?”

“Ah—I thought I had heard something,” he chuckled nervously before facing forward again.

Hehe, the tips of his hair turned pink. I wonder if other parts turn pink too. Like, the tip—

Huh?!

—s of his ears.

Oh…

And the other tip too.

Okay, this was ridiculous. Surely you were just jesting? You must be up to some tomfoolery. Regardless of whether such salacious thoughts meant something significant for the feelings he had been refusing to acknowledge, he wasn’t ready to face them.

I can’t believe I’ll get to be alone with him in the infirmary. Not that I’d expect anything to happen, but it’d be fun if it did. Maybe a little smooch? Pfft, what am I thinking? Knowing Idia, he would run away before anything happened.

That’d be a correct assessment, because while you entertained your imagination about the possibilities, Idia snuck away. The dizziness from that cloud dispersed, and suddenly he felt in condition to run another lap around campus if Coach Vargas asked him to.

If he listened to another word from your mind, he’d combust right there and then. Thus, the reason why he was hiding from you in the first place.

Where did he go? I can’t let him wander alone in that state! Just thinking of Crewel chewing my ear off is giving me a headache.

To his dismay, he didn’t make it far from you, as he could still hear your thoughts.

“Oh, Kalim, have you seen Idia? He was right here with me a few minutes ago, and I can’t find him.”

“Whaaat? I can help you find him!”

Idia panicked. His hiding place was not great in the first place, and adding a high-energy extrovert like Kalim to the equation was a recipe for disaster too.

In the meantime, Kalim chatted with you about something Idia couldn’t bother himself enough to decipher. Idia peeked from the classroom’s ajar door once he heard your voices fading further away. Seizing the opportunity to scurry away now that you both had your backs to him, he pushed the door open and fled… Only to rush face-first into an unsuspecting passing student and send the pile of books he was carrying flying.

ʚ⁺˖↪ LEONA

You’ve been following Leona.

He wasn’t blind or deaf—and even if that were the case, your scent was one he couldn’t ignore. Although, saying that you were following him did paint you in a less than favorable light. In reality, you’ve been waiting for the right moment to approach him, and Leona had a hunch about the reason why.

After the spell-drive training, Leona headed to take much deserved breather under the shade of a tree. Not only was he physically exhausted, as these training matches were accustomed to be, but he was beyond irked from listening to unwarranted thoughts. From the coach to the teammates and other students that went to watch it—he wondered why he even thought in the first place it was a good idea to go. He had gone with the idea to destress after that alchemy class’s disaster where some idiot mixed the ingredients wrong and doused him with a mind-reading potion. It had done the complete opposite.

Crewel had sent him to the infirmary, and while Leona did so (grumbling), he didn’t heed the nurse’s recommendation to lie down until the effects lessened. Instead, he had gone straight to his spelldrive club.

This is rather embarrassing. I don’t know how to approach him. He clearly isn’t in a good mood. Damn it, Crewel. Why did you send me of all people to look for Leona?

The breeze rustled the leaves, softly swaying Leona’s hair along.

Leona closed his eyes and crossed his arms behind his head to cushion it from the tree’s trunk, finding your thoughts rather amusing than anything else. You were so nervous to approach him he couldn’t help finding it entertaining rather than annoying.  It was a breath of fresh air. Instead of trying to tune you out, he waited for the next string of thoughts.

So you approached him. He commended you for leaping despite your hesitation. Regardless, upon feeling your presence mere meters away from him, Leona didn’t even bother cranking an eye open. This spot here was a rather restful one in the courtyard, far from prying eyes and unwelcomed guests. With the setting sun’s warm glow onto the earth and the zephyr freshening up his sweaty skin, he was way too comfortable here.

“Leona, the nurse is waiting for you to check up on your condition.”

“Tell her I’m resting like she told me to.”

“Well, she can’t see how you’re doing if you’re not there, though.”

Leona frowned. “I’m not moving.”

Yet his refusal to listen didn’t deter you.

You sat close to him, under the shade of the leafy tree too.

“I can’t go back without you. Professor Crewel and the nurse won’t stop pestering me until I bring you back with me.” You sighed, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“Suit yourself.”

Uhg, Leona! How can you be so…so…

Go on.

So hot even when just resting. I’ve been trying so hard not to stare at his chest since he lowered the zipper, but it’s hard not to. He looks so firm…

Leona’s ear twitched.

And that buckle under his pecs looks quite tight too. He must’ve been bulking for the spelldrive season.

Would you look at that? Who would’ve thought you harbored such salacious thoughts of him beneath that unassuming exterior. As grueling as dealing with this unwanted mind-reading ability was, this discovery lightened his mood. Since when have you been so effusively thinking of him?

Is he asleep already? He looks tired. I don’t want to wake him up... He’s got pretty eyelashes too. Geez, stop staring at him!

You waited for him for longer than he expected you to.

Well, I’ll tell them I tried.

Just as you were about to head off, Leona caught your wrist and pulled you to sit next to him.

“Quit fidgeting,” Leona grumbled, resting his head on your shoulder. “I’ll go.”

“Really?”

“After I’m done napping.”

ʚ⁺˖↪ ROOK

Before you knocked, Rook’s enthusiastic smile greeted you first upon opening the door. He was wearing that one unique nightshirt of his without the nightcap, and as handsome as he was that only him could pull that look off, you weren’t expecting him to greet you wearing that.

“Ah, trickster! What a sight for sore eyes you are!” he beamed, stepping aside to let you in to his bedroom. “Are you here for that little makeup lesson we agreed on?”

“Sorry, I was just going to check up on you. Has the potion’s effects worn off?”

Wait a minute… Are those freckles? Now that I think about it, I had never seen Rook’s bare face until now. He’s still stunning without makeup.

“Non, but no need to fret! I’m very much capable of mentoring your endeavors to elevate your natural beauté. Come in, come in.” Without letting you hesitate any further, Rook found the small of your back to nudge you inside.

Ah—I feel like I’m intruding. You peered at the lavishly decorated room, the wallpaper harmonizing with the merlot curtains and white canopy atop the bed. Truly a room befitting the Pomefiore dorm. It was a far cry from the ordinary furniture of Ramshackle. You kept stealing glances at Rook, checking that it was really okay for you to be here. Not knowing the severity of the potion’s side effects, you wouldn’t want him to entertain you over resting, but he was humming as he opened the drawers of his vanity to look for the makeup brushes.

Rook briefed you through the steps to prepare your skin for makeup application, like cleansing, hydration, and solar protection. He even helped you choose shades that would cooperate with your skin tone rather than wash it out—and you did your utmost effort to keep up with his explanations… but it wouldn’t be Rook if he didn’t meld his speech with poetic prose.

“This shade of blue and the color of your eyes blend so beautifully they seem destined to confluence, like the gracious merging of two flowing rivers,” it didn’t help that he would compose a poetic prose about your features and the makeup on the spot. Your face was burning at this point. On top of that, he held your chin up with his hand, ensuring you wouldn’t squirm away and smudge something.

We’re so close… I could count his freckles if I wanted to… Wouldn’t it be nice if I could pepper a kiss on each and every one of them? Hmmm, dreaming is free.

"Ahem—what did the potion cause, anyway?” you forced yourself out of your thoughts.

Rook’s lips quirked up, his movements stopping for a moment. “Well, it enhanced my sense of hearing.”

“Really? That doesn’t sound so bad.”

Wouldn’t it be so embarrassing if it were something like mind-reading? Hah, imagine.

“Ouch–Floyd, please, I can’t breathe!” You cry out, stabilizing your breath as he lets you go. You second-guess your decision to ask him for help, but it feels like you have no choice…he’s the closest option you’ve got to the real thing, after all.

“Soo~ Watcha need ol’ Floyd for, huh? Get yourself into some trouble? Sounds fun!” the eel walks closer to you, towering you with his height. You’d like to think he has good intentions for agreeing to speak with you, but you can’t help but feel like something’s off…

Letting out a deep breath, you twiddle your fingers as you speak, “Well…it’s about your brother…” Floyd narrows his eyes and breaks out into a big grin, letting you continue, “It’s just that…”

Trailing off, you find yourself unable to finish your sentence, “That what, Lil’ Shrimpy? C’mon, I’m getting boooored…” he slumps his shoulders but his attention is still focused on you.

There’s no going back now, you guess. Going for it, you deeply inhale before saying, “SoIamkindofinlovewithyourbrotherand#needthatbutI’mtooscaredtoactuallytellhimsowillyouhelpmeconfess.” 

Floyd’s face lights up in understanding. You’re not even surprised he caught all that, because now you’re more concerned at the fact that he’s giving you a lopsided grin as if he discovered something he could hold against you…Well…

“Lil’ Shrimpy! Why didn’t ya just say so? I’m the perfect eel for the job! Aside from being a Prefect, you’re tryna be my Shrimpy-in-Law now, aren’t ya?” He violently grabs you to envelop your body in another squeeze, unbeknownst to a certain mer observing you from a distance…

Floyd and the Prefect seem to be getting along swimmingly, it seems. Jade puts his hands to his chin and chuckles, What was it the Prefect needed from my brother, I wonder? 

What was it indeed…

Jade notices a change in your behavior in the following days, and he’s not sure if he’s into that. Suddenly, you spend every bit of your free time with Floyd. And ever so out of place, Floyd’s acting extra gentle with you, too! Gently holding your shoulder to keep you from bumping into a tree, serving you food he cooked himself, carrying you around like a potato sack (but nicely?)

Little does Jade know that Floyd did that because you were so preoccupied thinking about your crush that you almost kissed tree bark, the twin eel was telling you all about Jade’s favorite food, and you asked Floyd to urgently whisk you away from Jade because you thought he could hear you gushing about him. 

What gets him going is that whenever he’s in the vicinity, you and Floyd always seem to be on your way out as if he had invaded your “no-no square.” It’s safe to say that your eel can’t help but feel a little disheartened. Of course, he still acts as his normal suspicious self, grinning away his concerns. What else is he to do? Finders keepers were the rules in the Coral Sea–and it seemed Floyd got to you before he could. 

–

You, on the other hand, have finally prepared to confess to your beloved eel. You had a customized terrarium at hand, and a handful of mushrooms you found growing at Ramshackle that you think Jade might appreciate. All that was left was to tell him your feelings. Before doing that, however, you decide to go on one last test run with Floyd. 

You sit across Floyd at a secluded booth at Mostro Lounge, your gifts lying below the table. From where Jade stands, he notices that you’ve dolled yourself up tonight–your eyes seem like they’re glowing brighter, you smile a little wider, and your cheeks much pinker. It takes all his restraint to not steal you from Floyd right then and there. 

Instead, because Floyd’s also slacking off, he takes your order to your table. 

But that was his mistake. 

“...To be honest, you’ve been on my mind ever since my first day at NRC,” You look up at Floyd, shyly looking away from him. “I love it whenever you come up to me and talk about the things you love, I think it’s adorable.” Giving him a little laugh, Jade wishes so hard to the Sevens that it was directed to him instead. 

You feel immense bloodlust come up behind you…but it somehow feels directed towards the damned eel sitting across the table. 

“I’ll just come out and say it. I really, really like you–” 

Seeing his towering shadow approach your booth, your words falter when your eyes meet Jade’s mismatched ones. 

You are utterly, completely, and wholly screwed. 

Not wanting to deal with this mess, Floyd slithers out of his seat, sensing his brother’s immense energy directed at him–Jade’s so scary when it comes to Lil’ Shrimpy, ugh. 

Jade takes the seat across yours. With his practiced smile and ever-so polite tone, he manages to stay civil, “Prefect, fancy seeing you here.” Placing his long finger on his chin, he furrows his eyebrows and gives you a cute little pout, “I do hope I’m not interrupting anything.” 

He patiently waits for you to respond. Or rather, he watches as your soul comes back to your body after you realize you can’t die without confessing to the eel before you first. 

Regaining life in your body, you open your mouth to speak, but no words come out. After a few tries of gaping and closing your lips, you finally manage to sputter out a response, “J-Jade…Hi.”

Jade gives you a little smile back and leans in a bit closer, placing his arm on the table to lean on his cheek, “Hello, Prefect.” After a few moments of silence, he realizes that the Prefect Was Too Stunned to Speak. So he goes ahead, “If you don’t mind, there’s something I’d like to discuss with you.” 

“Over the past few weeks, I’ve noticed how…distant you were towards me. I couldn’t help but notice the proximity you and my brother have maintained, however. If I may be so bold as to ask, "Prefect…” You just barely bounce your head up and down, giving him confirmation as he continues, “Are you and Floyd in a relationship?” 

Your soul threatens to leave your body yet again, but you manage to keep it intact just enough to let out a very alarming, “WHAT???!!!” 

So many questions were flooding through your mind as to why he would ever conjure that thought, but the eel before you now seems amused–a vast shift from his earlier violent mood. Lives were saved that moment… 

“Hm? Judging from your reaction, he is yet to accept your affections? Fufu, I apologize, he can sometimes be a bit…moody.” 

“Huh…I don’t get what you’re saying at all, Jade! Why would I ever confess to–” 

Ah, a light bulb blinks above your head. 

You can’t help but giggle at his conjecture, “Wait, Jade, you can’t be serious!” If you could only project a rolling laughing emoticon in real life, it’d surround you like an aura. However, right now, Jade’s amusement turns into mild confusion, squinting his eyes and giving you a half smile.

“What’s so amusing, Prefect? Is it so ridiculous to think that you have been courting my brother, considering the amount of time you were spending with one another–alone, I might add.” Pulling out a napkin from his breast pocket, he makes a show of wiping fake tears from his eyes, “I admit that it was quite painful to witness, you see, seeing as how desperately I found myself wanting to be in his position instead.” 

You look around the cafe to see if there were any hidden cameras–were the twins playing an elaborate prank on you and profiting over the footage?! Still, you can’t help but feel a little twinge in your heart as Jade’s eyes seem downcast despite his jests. Even if it’s a little twisted…you found his act oh so adorable. You could just confess to him right then and there. 

Wait…wasn’t that the plan all along? 

“Jade, I have to be honest with you…I really worked hard for this day.” Pulling out your gifts from underneath the table, you extend a hand to softly place them in his gloved hands, ”I’ve been spending all that time with Floyd because I asked him to help me…” 

The eel looks at you intently with a focus that makes you feel flushed. You give it your all to continue, “Agh, I worked so hard on my speech but I can’t think of anything to say!” 

Whatever, you just go for it, “I love you, Jade!” 

For a moment, Jade forgets to control his expression. His mouth forms an ‘o’ shape, and his eyes go a little wide. Then, his face breaks out into a grin–at least he seems happy?

“Fufu, is that so, Prefect?” He gives you a sly grin as if he knew all along.

“Unfortunately so. If you could let me down now, please.”

“Let you down? In what world? Prefect, I must admit–I’ve been dreaming of this day for a while.” 

“Are you sure? Like, you and me?”

“Yes, I am quite sure that there is only one Ramshackle perfect in all of NRC, my dear.”

You find yourself lightheaded at the nickname, but before your head could hit the table, Jade softly cushions it with his palm. 

“Oh, we can’t have that,” with a touch of his magic, you wake back up. However, finding yourself lying on Jade’s palm, you let out a small yelp and lose consciousness once again. 

Leaning down to your level, Jade sets his arm across the table and lies his head down beside yours, “Fufu, there’s always tomorrow, Prefect. But I hope you dream of me~”

Extra: 

In your shock, you faint again realizing that Jade returns your feelings. 

However, you woke up 10 minutes after you blacked out…and you can’t think of a way to get out of this situation. 

In your current position, Jade seems to be lying his head next to yours, softly sifting his cold fingers through your hair–it seems that he removed his gloves in favor of feeling closer to you.

You feel his eyes burning holes to the back of your head, but you can’t get yourself to move. 

Not when he’s being so sweet to you right now. 

“Ah, Prefect, do you find it so difficult to accept my feelings for you, dear?” He quietly laughs to himself, “Fufu, ‘dear’, huh? I hope you accept my choice of endearment for you~.”

“Additionally, I know you’re awake. Won’t you get up and properly convey your feelings to me, Prefect?”