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Malleus Draconia does nothing halfway, and that includes falling in love.

The fairytales the prince read in his youth taught him to love deeply and ardently. To Malleus, love is a form of worship, and he is your most devout adherent. He's reverence of you honestly puts even the most dedicated worshipers to shame.

You were something miraculous, the type of once-in-a-lifetime romance that he used to wish on shooting stars for. It's something all-consuming, something he wants to last forever.

"I don't know how I ever lived without you, my love. Truly, my world was bathed in darkness before you came along and cast it out with your golden light. You're my everything, (y/n); my life, my love, and my future." You're not quite sure what brought this on, and to be honest, you're pretty stunned by the admission. 

You're no stranger to Malleus' poetic declarations of his love for you, but this carries something much deeper. 

"I'm sure it wasn't that bad without me, Mal. Besides, you didn't even know I existed until I ended up here, so you would have gotten on just fine without me — I'm sure of it." The jovial, almost nonchalant tone of your voice only serves to frustrate your poor boyfriend. Do you really think of your presence in his life so flippantly? Do you truly think so little of the impact you've had on his life?

To be honest, Malleus doesn't know how to respond. All of his pretty words die on his tongue as he tries to come up with some way to convey just how much you mean to him. Where words fail, actions succeed, so he acts instead.

Without a word, Malleus turns around to face you, taking the comb you'd previously been running through his hair and tossing it aside before draping his entire body over your form. You have to dodge getting poked in the face by his horns as he nuzzles into your neck like an oversized cat, but you readily welcome your dearest prince into your embrace.

You both fall asleep like that, with your hands in Malleus' hair and his ear pressed against your chest listening to your heartbeat. Even though he too possesses the same rhythmic beating in his ribs, yours is more akin to an enchanting melody. It's so human. So fragile and fleeting, and Malleus would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about cracking open your chest and reaching inside to just tenderly hold your heart in the palm of his hand.

He's reluctant to let you go come morning, but with some gentle coaxing, he lets go of you longer enough for you both to get ready for the day. When you part to go your separate ways, Malleus' whole mood flips on its head.

You, on the other hand, go about your day as usual. You pay no mind to the thunderstorms tearing the skies above NRC asunder, nor do you even get the slightest inkling that it might be a result of your boyfriends' sour mood.

By the time lunch comes around, the skies have cleared, and that's because Malleus can finally see you again. It's a bit embarrassing for you to eat your lunch while sitting in his lap surrounded by your gaggle of first year friends.

Sebek can't even eat his food as the sight of his great and powerful liege clinging to you like a leech. Epel and Jack are just straight up uncomfortable, while Ace keeps making jokes that Deuce fears will land them all on the receiving end of a lightning strike.

When it's time for you to leave again, Malleus does the u thinkable and just kidnaps you before you even have the chance to leave the cafeteria. You'd almost forgotten he can teleport all over the place like it's nothing.

"Mal! We both have class. What are you doing? I know you can do whatever you want because you're a prince and all, but Crowley will give me shit if I'm absent without any good reason!" Your words go in one ear and right out the other. Malleus only holds you tighter against him, practically purring as he traces the curve of your neck with the tip of his nose.

It's no use, you're trapped here in the loving arms of your boyfriend whether you like it or not. There are certainly worse places to be stuck, so you can't really complain. As irritated as you want to pretend to be, you're actually glad you got to skip out on today's alchemy lesson — last time you were stuck with Ace as your lab partner, and you ended up smelling like moldy socks for a week after he fucked up a potion that blew up in your face.

"What's up with you today, Mal? You're all clingy and pouty today, what's up?"

Again, his arms tighten around your waist, desperately attempting to pull you closer against him, to no avail. 

"I simply wish to be close to you, my beloved. You mean so much to me, more than words can describe, so instead I'll show you though my affections."

There's a moment of silence before a small huff of laughter — soft and shaky — escapes your lips, the sound curling into the quiet space like smoke from a dying candle. You should have known he was just in one of his moods. Your poor dragon always gets clingy when he goes through some difficult emotions, and right now he seems to be grappling with just how much he loves you. How cute.

"Well, I'd say you're doing a good job in that regard, sweetie. I love you too; just as much as you love me, okay?" Carefully, you turn in Malleus' lap to face him, your hands rising to tenderly cup his cheeks between your palms. His eyes go wide when they meet yours, astonished by the pure love and affection in your irises.

Malleus lets you lean in and press a flurry of butterfly kisses across every inch of his face. Something inside him cracks — just a little — like frost splitting on a windowpane in the first warmth of spring. The silence is punctuated by the soft smack of your lips against Malleus' skin and his increasingly heavy breathing.

It’s Malleus who laughs this time — a bright, breathless sound that echoes through the quiet room like sunlight cracking through storm clouds. He falls back onto the bed, pulling you with him as your laughter leaves your lips to dance in the air with his. 

The thunderstorms are long gone, and now the sun shines high and even a rainbow can be seen in the distance. Just like that, you light up Malleus' life again, wrapping him in a warmth and light that he's only felt with you. 

"I love you, (y/n). More than anything in this world, more than life itself." He states it as though it's a fact of nature — like gravity or death. If there's one thing he's sure of with 100% certainty, it's his everlasting love for you.

"I know, Malleus. I love you too, forever and always. I promise."

‧₊˚ ┊ Trey's not exactly sure when the revelation first hit him, but the thought has been at the forefront of his mind ever since it first entered

‧₊˚ ┊ "You know… I don't know how I ever lived life without you in it."

‧₊˚ ┊ The admission comes in the peaceful quiet of Ramshackle's lounge with the faint crackle of the lit fireplace serving as background noise to the baking show that neither you nor Trey are really watching

‧₊˚ ┊ You blink at Trey in confusion, a bit thrown off by the sudden confession but nonetheless delighted by the tenderness of it

‧₊˚ ┊ "Well, I'm sure you got on just fine, Trey. You wouldn't have even known I exist if I hadn't come to this world."

‧₊˚ ┊ It's then that Trey is hit with a second realization

‧₊˚ ┊ All of this is a mistake, or a 'happy accident' as you would probably put it

‧₊˚ ┊ You were never meant to be in Twisted Wonderland, you were never meant to meet Trey, and you sure as hell weren't ever meant to fall in love with him

‧₊˚ ┊ It's this simple fact that makes Trey realize just how lucky he is to have you in his life to begin with

‧₊˚ ┊ Trey holds you a little closer when you retire to your room that night, practically trying to meld your two bodies together so he never has to let you go

‧₊˚ ┊ Come morning, Trey is reluctant to let you go

‧₊˚ ┊ He now understands that every moment with you is precious — a blessing that he is endlessly grateful for

‧₊˚ ┊ Trey trails after you like a lost puppy for the next week — only stepping away to bake your favorite sweets to surprise you with later

‧₊˚ ┊ Trey is a pretty chill guy (lol), so his increased affection is noticeable

‧₊˚ ┊ It's not like he wasn't loving before, but he's especially doting now

‧₊˚ ┊ It's over a fresh batch of cookies made especially for you that you question Trey about this new version of himself

‧₊˚ ┊ "Soooo, what's got you feeling all lovey dovey lately? You trying to butter me up, or something?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "Of course not. Can't I do something nice for you without me having an ulterior motive?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "Then what's all the sweets and affection for? I mean, I'm not complaining, but I'm dying to know what's brought all this on."

‧₊˚ ┊ "I just want to treat you. You're something special and I value your presence in my life, so I figured I need to step up my game and lay it on thick."

‧₊˚ ┊ Oh, bless your sweet, loving, amazing boyfriend

‧₊˚ ┊ Is it ethical to makeout in the Heartslabyul kitchens? No. Is it sanitary? Probably not. Are you likely to get caught? absolutely. Despite it all you can't bring yourself to care about any potential consequences as you kiss Trey senseless.

‧₊˚ ┊ Trey would usually stop you from getting too frisky in the kitchen, but he's feeling so needy that he can throw away his morals just to indulge in you a bit

‧₊˚ ┊ "Have I ever told you that you're the best boyfriend ever?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "You have. Have I ever told you that I'm madly in love with you?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "You have."

‧₊˚ ┊ "I'll tell you everyday if you want."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Marry me."

‧₊˚ ┊ "I will once we graduate."

‧₊˚ ┊ "I'll hold you to that, Trey."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Promise?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "Promise."

‧₊˚ ┊ Wolves mate for life, and now that Jack's found you, he's never letting you go

‧₊˚ ┊ You really couldn't ask for a better boyfriend and Jack couldn't ask for a better significant other

‧₊˚ ┊ Life before you seems to pale in comparison to the future he hopes to forge with you after graduation

‧₊˚ ┊ You're everything, and Jack doesn't want to lose

‧₊˚ ┊ "I don't think a could ever bear losing you. To be honest, I don't even know how I got on before meeting you."

‧₊˚ ┊ "You probably would have been fine. I'm not even supposed to be in this world, so we were never even meant to meet each other in the first place."

‧₊˚ ┊ Jack had definitely forgotten about the whole you being from another world thing, but now that you've reminded him of that fact he's all the more grateful to call you his

‧₊˚ ┊ It's hard for Jack to actually reconcile that you aren't supposed to be as big a part of his life as you are

‧₊˚ ┊ He's planned his entire future around you and being with you and he can't imagine anyone else taking your place

‧₊˚ ┊ This instills a newfound fear in Jack: that you'll go back to your world one day and leave him all alone

‧₊˚ ┊ Jack can't have that, of course, so he steps up his game to show you just how much he loves you

‧₊˚ ┊ Jack is a wolf beastman, so it only makes sense that he expresses his dedication to you as a wolf would

‧₊˚ ┊ Be prepared for constant nuzzling and affection like biting and licking (he's also trying to put his scent on you to make sure other beastmen know you're his and his alone)

‧₊˚ ┊ While Jack is a wolf, he will trail behind you like a lost puppy growling at anyone who so much as dares to look at you longer than five seconds

‧₊˚ ┊ It's cute, really — your big, bad wolf is just a little pup when you comes to you

‧₊˚ ┊ Jack is practically all over you at all times — so much so that it becomes a bit difficult for to get anything else done

‧₊˚ ┊ "Jack, we both have homework to do. We can cuddle later, but I'd rather not get chewed out by Crewel for turning in my work late."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Do you not love me anymore?"

‧₊˚ ┊ Jack isn't really one for dramatics, so it's safe to say you're surprised by his question

‧₊˚ ┊ "What makes you think that?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "You want to leave me."

‧₊˚ ┊ "No, I want to get my work done and then continue cuddling. What's with you lately? You can barely let me go for longer than a minute without getting all huffy."

‧₊˚ ┊ "I just wanna make sure you know I love you. I'm so happy to have you in my life and I don't want you to leave, so I'm tryin' to show you how much I love you."

‧₊˚ ┊ Damn, you weren't expecting that

‧₊˚ ┊ "I see. Well, I guess homework can wait, then."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Really?!"

‧₊˚ ┊ Oh, you can't help but smile at the excited wagging of Jack's tail — he really is just an overgrown puppy

‧₊˚ ┊ "Really. I'm blaming you of Crewel gets on my ass about my homework being late, though."

‧₊˚ ┊ "That's fine. You can tell him I ate it, or something."

‧₊˚ ┊ "I don't think he's gonna believe that, but I appreciate the sacrifice."

‧₊˚ ┊ "It's no problem. I love you."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Love you too, Jack."

‧₊˚ ┊ Sebek will forever be thankful for the impact you've had on his life

‧₊˚ ┊ You've taught him so much and helped him overcome his own backwards ways of thinking and for that he's eternally grateful

‧₊˚ ┊ This doesn't dawn on Sebek for a while, but once he does be prepared for him to scream how much he adores you from the rooftops of NRC (don't actually let him do this tho — he's already had detention three times this week)

‧₊˚ ┊ "(Y/N), YOU MEAN MORE TO ME THAN WORDS COULD EVER EXPRESS! I AM A BETTER MAN AND A BETTER KNIGHT THANKS TO YOU! I TRULY DO NOT KNOW WHAT MY LIFE WOULD LOOK LIKE WITHOUT YOU IN IT!"

‧₊˚ ┊ "First of all, please stop screaming, Sebek — I'm right here. Second, I'm sure your life wouldn't be too different if you'd never met me — I'm not even supposed to be in this world, after all."

‧₊˚ ┊ Oh, Sebek's poor heart breaks at your words

‧₊˚ ┊ Now that you're so intertwined with his life he can't imagine what it would be like without you in it

‧₊˚ ┊ Sure, you weren't meant to be here in Twisted Wonderland, but Sebek considers you're accidental arrival to be a blessing

‧₊˚ ┊ Also, do you truly doubt your impact on Sebek's life? Must he write down all the ways in which you've made him the man he is today?

‧₊˚ ┊ Perhaps Sebek needs to show you how important you are through actions rather than words — surely that will get the point across

‧₊˚ ┊ Sebek it's usually quite shy about PDA — much preferring to be affectionate in private to save himself the embarrassment of being all soft and sweet towards you in front of any prying eyes

‧₊˚ ┊ Much to your surprise, all that pervious hesitation goes out the window now that he has something to prove

‧₊˚ ┊ Sebek now greets you with a kiss on the cheek rather than the usual chaste peck to the back of your hand

‧₊˚ ┊ You're not gonna question it, but you immediately notice his increased affection towards you

‧₊˚ ┊ In fact, you let it continue without a word just to see how far Sebek is willing to go

‧₊˚ ┊ He starts off small — walking you to your classes and carrying all your books for you, or making sure to get your favorite foods from the cafeteria before they run out

‧₊˚ ┊ Eventually, Sebek decides to up the ante

‧₊˚ ┊ Now Sebek greets you with a kiss smack dab on the lips and a new handpicked bouquet every day

‧₊˚ ┊ You needn't worry about walking to class anymore, for your devoted knight (boyfriend) carries you to all your classes himself (he somehow still manages to get to his own classes on time too)

‧₊˚ ┊ In typical Sebek fashion, it all becomes a little too much, so you finally decide to confront him about all the grand gestures he's been doing

‧₊˚ ┊ "Sebek, you know I love you, right?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "Of course, you tell me multiple times a day, dearest. I love you as well — more than anything in this world."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Is that why you've been so over the top lately?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "Over the top? Why, I consider my actions as of late to be the tip of the iceberg. You are my significant other and I love you most ardently, so I just convey as much by lavishing you with affection and making your life better — just as you have made mine."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Awwww, you're so sweet, Sebbie! You really don't have to go to such lengths for me, ya know? I appreciate it, but I don't want you running yourself ragged for my sake."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Nonsense, a good knight would make the ultimate sacrifice for the one they love the most. You are the most deserving of my love and effort and I strive to give you my all each and every day."

‧₊˚ ┊ "I'm not asking to go die for me, Seb. I'd never ask you to do that. I know you love me, but you can tone it down a bit, sweetie."

‧₊˚ ┊ "I would die for you if you asked it of me."

‧₊˚ ┊ "I know, Sebek, but then I'd be sad and lonely without you. If you're dead that someone else could come and sweep me off my feet and you wouldn't want that, would you."

‧₊˚ ┊ "I— I hadn't thought that far ahead. Perhaps you are right. In that case, I shall refrain from sacrificing myself for you lest I lose you to another. I must admit, I would be quite sad to be without you too and it would especially hurt to see you fall for another."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Well, luckily enough you're alive and I'm crazy in love with you, so neither of us have anything to worry about!"

‧₊˚ ┊ "Yes, what luck I must have to be blessed to be able to call you mine."

‧₊˚ ┊ "The feeling's mutual, Seb."

‧₊˚ ┊ "I should hope so. I haven't been doing all of this for a one-sided romance."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Don't worry, this is definitely mutual. I'm as devoted to you as you are to me, my gallant night."

‧₊˚ ┊ "I do so love it when you call me that."

‧₊˚ ┊ "I'll call you that every day for the rest of our lives."

‧₊˚ ┊ "I shall hold you to that promise, dearest."

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek had been a rigid, stick all day. His usual booming voice was clipped. His posture was military straight. He marched rather than walked, hands clenched at his sides, green hair somehow even more perfectly styled than usual, as if every strand was standing at attention out of sheer anxiety. He had been planning this for over a year.

Every detail had been planned. The exact day, the exact hour, the exact flower that would be in peak bloom in the private castle garden. He had even begged (very loudly and very respectfully) for Malleus’s permission to use the garden… and of course Malleus had granted it with a soft, knowing smile.

What Sebek hadn’t thought was how his heart would try to explode the moment the plan actually began. He had managed to lure you to the castle of “important business involving the Young Master.”

You were suspicious immediately.

“Sebek, this is really sudden,” you said as he practically pulled you through the halls. “Maybe after we’re done I can have tea with Lilia and…”

“NO!” Sebek barked, far too loudly. He cleared his throat, ears burning red. “Lilia does not like tea.”

You stared at him. “…Lilia doesn’t like tea? Since when?”

“Since always! It is a known fact! Do not question me!”

You let it go, but your suspicion only grew.

Sebek finally led you into the garden. It was breathtaking. Flowers of every color bloomed in perfect harmony. Golden sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting everything in a dreamy glow. It was undeniably romantic.

You turned in a slow circle, admiring it. “Sebek… this is beautiful. Why did you really bring me here?”

The second your back was to him, Sebek dropped to one knee so hard it probably gonna leave a mark. His hands shook violently as he pulled out the small velvet box he had carried in his pocket for months. He opened his mouth to deliver the speech he had practiced at least two hundred times. But instead, a broken sob tore out of him.

Then another.

And another.

Big, loud, ugly sobs that shook his broad shoulders. Tears streamed down his face as all the tension, fear, love, and overwhelming devotion of the past years crashed over him at once.

You spun around instantly at the sound. “Sebek?!” You dropped to your knees in front of him, cupping his wet cheeks in both hands, eyes wide with panic. “What happened?! Are you hurt? Did something go wrong? Talk to me!”

Sebek could barely breathe through the sobs. His face was bright red, tears dripping off his chin. He thrust the open ring box toward you with trembling hands, the beautiful ring glittering between you. “W-Will you?” he choked out, voice cracking horribly. “Please?!”

For a second you just stared, stunned. Then your expression melted into pure joy. “Yes!” you whispered, laughing through sudden tears of your own. “Yes, Sebek. Of course I will.”

Sebek let out a loud sigh and practically tackled you into a hug, still on his knees. The ring box nearly went flying before you gently took it from his shaking hand and slipped the ring onto your finger yourself.

“I have prepared a speech…” he sobbed against your shoulder, arms wrapped around you like iron bands. “But I ruined it… I’m sorry… but I’m so happy…”

You laughed softly and kissed the top of his head, stroking his hair. “You didn’t ruin anything. This is the most Sebek proposal I could have asked for.”

Up in the castle window, three figures watched the scene unfold.

Malleus smiled softly, looking proud.

Lilia was laughing so hard he had to hold onto the windowsill.

Silver just sighed, looking equal parts fond and exhausted. “He’s going to be insufferable about this for the next decade…”

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul had spent weeks… no, months!Crafting the perfect proposal plan. He had spreadsheets. Multiple drafts. Risk assessments. Backup plans for the backup plans. Jade and Floyd clear his schedule and secure the location.

He tried so hard to be slick when he casually asked you during lunch if you’d like to go on a date, you smiled and said yes immediately. But the way his fingers twitched under the table and the way he adjusted his glasses three times in ten seconds made you suspicious.

“Dinner at the beach restaurant that you talked about recently.” he said smoothly. “This Saturday. 7:15 p.m. I’ve already made the reservation.”

You raised an eyebrow. “…Specific…”

“Good planning is important.” he replied, smiling that polished, professional smile. You knew something was up.

Saturday evening arrived. The beach was beautiful, soft golden sand, gentle waves, the sky painted in breathtaking pinks and oranges as the sun began to set. Azul had somehow gotten the entire beach cleared. You walked hand in hand along the shoreline, your shoes dangling from your free hand. Azul’s grip on yours was a little tighter than usual. His palm was suspiciously clammy.

“It’s really pretty tonight,” you said, leaning into his side.

“Yes. Very beautiful” he agreed, looking down at you, voice slightly strained. That’s when his fancy digital watch started beeping insistently.

Beep. Beep. Beep beep beep.

You both stopped. You glanced down at the screen.

HEART RATE: CRITICAL. PLEASE SIT DOWN IMMEDIATELY.

“Azul?!” You turned to him in panic, grabbing his arm. “What’s wrong?! Are you okay? Is it your heart? Should we call someone?”

Azul’s face was flushed pink all the way to his ears. He quickly silenced the watch with a trembling finger. “It’s… nothing. I’m simply excited to eat!” he said, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace. “The restaurant has an excellent menu tonight. Very… exciting...”

You stared at him, utterly confused. “Azul. Your heart rate is through the roof. We should ditch the date and go home. Or at least visit the infirmary—”

“No!” The word came out far too loud and desperate. Azul’s eyes widened in panic.

Before you could say another word, he dropped to one knee right there in the sand, nearly losing his balance as his legs gave out from nerves. Sand flew everywhere. One hand fumbled in his coat pocket and pulled out a small, elegant velvet box. His glasses were slightly fogged up.

“Marry me!” he blurted, voice cracking. “Please! right now! I mean, not right now, I mean… UGH! …will you marry me?!”

You froze.

The sunset painted everything in warm gold, the waves lapped gently, and Azul was kneeling in the sand, looking up at you with wide, desperate eyes and a face so red as tomato. You stayed quiet for a long moment, stunned, just staring at him. The beeping grew louder.

HEART RATE: EMERGENCY PROTOCOL.

Azul looked like he was about to pass out...

Then you broke into a bright, teary smile. “Yes…” you whispered, then louder “Yes, Azul. Of course I’ll marry you.”

You dropped to your knees in the sand too and threw your arms around him. Azul let out a shaky, relieved breath and hugged you back so tightly you could barely breathe, burying his face in your shoulder.

“Thank the seven…” he mumbled, voice muffled against your neck. “I had three different speeches prepared… deam it...”

You laughed softly and kissed his temple. “It was perfect.”

In the distance, hidden behind some rocks, Jade stood with a camera, calmly filming the entire thing with a little smile. Floyd was doubled over beside him, laughing so hard he was wheezing, slapping his knee.

“OMS! look at his face! He’s gonna short circuit! Best entertainment ever~”

Jade didn’t even glance away from the view. “Be quiet, Floyd. This is going into the wedding montage.”

Ace Trappola

It was the perfect sunny afternoon for a picnic. The park was bathed in warm golden light, birds chirping, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves. You’d packed all of Ace’s favorites, sandwiches with extra mayo, cherry pie, and those sour gummies he liked. The two of you were sprawled on a big blanket, like any other lazy date.

But something was off.

Ace kept fidgeting. He’d laugh at your jokes a little too loud, then go quiet. His hand kept drifting to the right pocket of his hoodie like he was checking if something was still there. You noticed, of course, but you didn’t push.

Finally, after he’d been staring at the same tree for 10 straight minutes, you set your drink down. “Ace… is everything okay?”

That was the moment he decided to go for it. He sat up straighter, cleared his throat, and tried to look casual. The words that came out of his mouth, however, were not the ones he practiced in the mirror for months straight.

“I don’t wanna be your boyfriend anymore.”

The world stopped.

You stared at him, eyes slowly widening in shock and hurt. Your heart dropped straight into your stomach. “…What?”

Ace blinked, realizing too late how that sounded. “Wait! Let me explain! I think I was your boyfriend for long enough!”

“You’re serious right now?” Your voice cracked. You felt tears already burning at the corners of your eyes. “After everything…? You were my boyfriend for ‘long enough’?”

Ace’s face went pale. “No! Wait! That came out wrong!”

But the damage was done. You felt your chest tighten painfully. You stood up on shaky legs, brushing grass off your clothes. “I can’t believe you…” you whispered, voice thick. Tears spilled as you turned and started walking away, arms wrapped around yourself.

Then in the distance, hidden behind some trees and bushes, five very panicked boys were losing their minds.

“ACE YOU IDIOT!” Deuce whisper yelled.

“NO! DONT GO!” Ortho nearly dropping the camera he was holding.

“Turn around! Turn around!!” Epel shouted, waving his arms.

“HUMAN! BEHIND YOU!” Sebek boomed, forgetting all subtlety.

Jack just groaned and facepalmed. “This is why we shouldn’t have let him do it alone…”

You stopped, confused by the sudden shouting. When you turned around, Ace was sprinting toward you, nearly tripping over his own feet. He sprinted to a stop right in front of you and dropped to one knee so fast his knee made a dull thud against the grass.

“WAIT! I’m sorry! I messed up so bad!” He was panting, face flushed red with embarrassment and nerves. One hand fumbled desperately in his hoodie pocket and pulled out a ring with a bright red gem that sparkled like a rose.

“I don’t wanna be your boyfriend anymore because… because I wanna be your husband now!” he blurted, holding the ring up with a trembling hand. “I’ve been carrying this thing around for weeks, practicing in the mirror like an idiot, and I completely screwed up the line! I had this whole smooth speech planned and instead I said the worst possible thing! I am so sorry!!”

You stood there stunned, tears still streaming down your face… but now they were shifting from heartbroken to happy. Ace looked up at you with those big eyes, voice softer now.

“I love you. Like, stupid amounts. I wanna wake up next to you every day and build a life that’s loud and fun and ours. So… will you marry me? Please don’t walk away. I’ll literally die if you do.”

Behind the trees, the boys were a mess of emotions. Deuce was tearing up. Ortho was zooming in with the camera. Epel was whispering “Get it together, Ace!” while Jack tried to keep Sebek from crashing over to beat Ace for almost traumatizing you.

You let out a wet, teary laugh and dropped to your knees in front of him, throwing your arms around his neck. “Yes…” you whispered, then louder through happy sobs “Yes, you absolute idiot. I’ll marry you.”

Ace let out a whoop of relief and hugged you so tightly you almost couldn’t breathe. He slipped the ring onto your finger with shaky hands, then kissed you hard, desperate, relieved, and full of love. You could taste salt from both your tears.

When you finally pulled back, Ace rested his forehead against yours, grinning that signature cocky but soft smile.

“Proposal saved.“

Leona Kingscholar

The restaurant Leona had chosen wasn’t overly fancy, but it was nice enough, good food, lovely atmosphere, and most importantly, far enough from school that no one would bother you two. The date had been smooth. Leona was in a rare good mood, teasing you between bites but actually listening when you talked. The food was excellent, the conversation flowed easily.

After the plates were cleared, Leona leaned back in his chair with that lazy, satisfied smirk. “Pretty good, huh? We should head out soon.”

You nodded, smiling. “Yeah, I had a really nice time.”

Leona reached into his pocket for his wallet, then paused. He checked the other pocket. A small sigh escaped him. “Tch. Must’ve left my card back in the dorm. Whatever.”

Your stomach dropped out of habit. Without thinking, you reached for your purse, already pulling out your wallet like you’d done dozens of times before. “It’s fine. I’ll pay.”

Leona’s hand shot out, gently but firmly stopping yours before you could even open your wallet. “…What’re you doing?”

You blinked at him, confused by his confused tone. “Paying? It’s okay, really. I know how this goes.”

Leona stared at you like you’d grown a second head. His eyes narrowed, tail flicking once behind him. “You know how this goes?” he repeated slowly. “Herbivore, I’m the one who asked you out. I planned this. Why the hell would I make you pay just cause I forgot my card?”

He reached into his wallet and pulled out a thick stack of cash, more than enough to cover the bill and a generous tip. He flagged the waiter over and handed the money without hesitation, all while still looking at you with that baffled, slightly grumpy expression.

You sat there stunned, cheeks flushing hot. The casual way he just… paid. No excuses. No lies. No guilt tripping. No “I’ll get you next time” that never came.

Your ex used to “forget” his card every single time. Or suddenly be “short on cash.” Or straight up say it was your job as his partner to treat him. Every. Single. Time. You’d gotten so used to it that the second Leona mentioned forgetting his card, your body moved on muscle memory.

Leona noticed your silence and the way your face had gone red. He tilted his head, ears twitching. “…What’s with that face? You look like I just grew horns.”

You swallowed, voice quieter than you meant it to be. “My ex… he always ‘forgot’ his card too. Every date. Every time. And he’d get annoyed if I didn’t pay. So I just… assumed...”

Leona’s expression shifted. The lazy smirk faded, replaced by something sharper, irritation, but not at you. “Tch. What a pathetic excuse for a man.” He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand as he studied you. “Listen. If I invite you out, I’m paying. End of story. I’m not some broke loser who needs his partner to cover for him. If you wanna pay then that’s okay as well but Im not gonna force you.”

He stood up and offered you his hand, helping you out of your chair with surprising gentleness for someone so grumpy. As the two of you left the restaurant, Leona kept his hand on the small of your back. After a few steps he muttered “…You don’t have to look so shocked. It’s just basic decency. If that’s surprising to you, then your ex really was trash.”

You smiled, still flushed but feeling a warm flutter in your chest.

Jack Howl

It was a quiet, lazy evening in ramshackle. You and Jack were sprawled on the sofa in your pajamas, watching some ridiculous trash movie that was so bad it was actually entertaining. Jack sat upright like always, while you lay comfortably on your back with your legs resting across his lap. Then his hand moved to rest casually on your calf, thumb absently stroking the skin. The simple touch made you freeze. A wave of old anxiety hit you like a truck. You quickly yanked your legs away and snatched the blanket, throwing it over your lower half in one panicked motion.

Jack’s ears perked up, his eyes widening in confusion. He paused the movie and turned to you fully. “…Did I do something wrong?” he asked, voice serious. “Did I make you uncomfortable?”

You shook your head quickly, cheeks burning with embarrassment. “No, no… it’s not you! Its me! It’s just… I haven’t shaved my legs in a few days. They’re kinda spiky and gross right now. I didn’t want you to feel that.”

Jack stared at you like you’d just said something in another language. His brows furrowed deeply, ears twitching once. “…That’s it?” He sounded genuinely baffled. “You yanked your legs away and covered yourself because of that? That sounds dumb. I don’t care about stuff like that.”

You shifted under the blanket, hugging it tighter to your chest. “My ex used to get really disgusted if my legs weren’t perfectly smooth. He’d make comments about how prickly and unattractive it was… so I just got used to hiding it.”

Jack’s expression changed instantly. His tail stopped moving. His face hardened. Not at you, never at you, but at the ghost of the guy who made you feel like you had to apologize for something so normal. “That guy was the disgusting one.” Jack said bluntly, voice low and firm. “Not you. Him. What kind of weak, pathetic person gets upset over something like leg hair? It’s natural. You’re not a doll on display.”

He reached over and gently tugged the blanket back down, exposing your legs again. Then he placed his warm hand back on your calf without hesitation, stroking it the same way as before. The touch was incredibly gentle. “You don’t have to hide stuff like that from me.” he continued, looking at you straight in the eyes with that straightforward, sincere gaze. “I’m not your ex. I like you. Spiky legs or whatever, it doesn’t matter.”

Your eyes stung a little. The casual acceptance in his voice was still so new to you.

Jack expression soften and let out a small huff, cheeks turning slightly pink as he looked back at the TV. “…Besides…” he muttered, “you’re warm. I like having your legs on me. Don’t take that away… please.”

He gave your calf a light, reassuring squeeze before unpausing the movie, acting like he hadn’t just melted your heart with his blunt honesty.

Malleus Draconia

You were really looking forward to this date. Malleus had invited you to explore the town together, specifically to look at the ancient gargoyles. The idea was so perfectly him that you couldn’t say no. You spent extra time in front of the mirror, carefully choosing an outfit you genuinely loved, and perfect for a day out with your favorite dragon.

Malleus waited patiently in the ramshackle lounge, sitting on the couch. When you finally stepped out, you were practically bouncing with excitement. “So? How do I look?” you asked, doing a little spin. “Is this okay to wear today?”

Malleus tilted his head, his glowing eyes scanning you from head to toe. His voice was calm and neutral as he said “What an interesting choice.”

Your heart sank instantly.

The smile on your face faltered and dropped. Old memories rushed in, your ex sneering comments, the way he’d criticize anything you wore if it was even slightly eye catching, calling it “too attention seeking” “trying too hard” or “embarrassing.” You’d learned to brace yourself for the criticism the moment anyone questioned your outfit.

“I… I’ll go change” you said softly, already turning back toward the stairs, shoulders curling inward.

A gentle but firm hand caught your wrist. “My love, wait!” Malleus stood up, towering over you, but his touch was incredibly careful. He looked genuinely confused, brows slightly furrowed. “Why would you change? Your outfit is lovely. The colors suit you beautifully, and it looks comfortable for walking around the town.”

You stopped, fidgeting nervously with your fingers as you looked up at him. “I thought… you didn’t like it…” you admitted quietly. “My ex used to say stuff like that when he thought I was dressed too attention seeking. He’d make me change if he thought people might look at me too much. So when you asked… I assumed you felt the same.”

Malleus was quiet for a moment. His expression softened, something protective and almost sad flickering in his eyes. He gently released your wrist only to take both of your hands. “That is foolish.” he said, voice low and sincere. “I was simply admiring you. I did not mean to cause doubt.”

He lifted one hand to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering with quiet affection. “You may wear whatever you wish. Whether it is bold or modest, bright or dark as long as you feel comfortable and confident in it, that is all that matters to me. I want to show you off proudly, not hide you away.” His lips curved into a small, warm smile, fangs peeking out just slightly. “Besides… you look radiant. I would be honored to walk beside you.”

Your smile came back slowly at first, then bloomed fully across your face, cheeks flushing with a happy warmth you hadn’t expected. “Really?” you asked, voice soft but hopeful.

“Truly.” Malleus replied, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Now, shall we go? There are many gargoyles waiting to meet you… though I doubt any of them will be as charming as you in that outfit.”

He offered you his arm like the proper gentleman he was, and this time you took it without hesitation, leaning into his side with renewed confidence.

Idia Shroud

The glow of multiple monitors filled Idia’s room with shifting colors and flashing explosions. He was deep in a shooting game, fingers flying over the controller as he racked up kills with ease. You sat beside him, watching with sparkling eyes and occasional little gasps whenever he pulled off something cool.

Idia noticed. Of course he noticed. He kept glancing at you from the corner of his eye, his hair flickering a soft pink at the edges. After he finished the match with a solid victory screen, he paused the game and reached over to grab a second controller. Without saying anything, he powered on his secondary monitor, set everything up, and held the controller out to you. “Here. You try.”

You stared at the controller like it was alive. Your hands stayed firmly in your lap. “I… I shouldn’t!” you said quickly, shaking your head. “I’m gonna be really bad at it. I’ll just drag you down the whole time.”

Idia scoffed, pushing the controller closer to you. “It’s fine. I’m good enough to hard carry if you want. C’mon, it’ll be fun.”

You took the controller nervously, fingers gripping it a little too tightly. Your voice came out small and hesitant. “I don’t want to make you mad… If I’m terrible and mess up your rank or whatever, please don’t scream at me.”

Idia froze.

His head slowly turned toward you, eyes wide behind his bangs. His posture straightened as he processed your words. After a long second, he let out a snort, then started laughing, that awkward, slightly glitchy laugh he did when he didn’t know how else to react.

“Pffft… Me? Scream at you?” He shook his head. “Babe, I’ve seen you stare down overblots like it was nothing. I don’t have the balls, the HP, or the survival skills to scream at you. I’d probably just respawn in the corner crying.” He tried to play it off lightly, but his expression was unusually soft.

You opened your mouth, about to say “My ex used to…” but Idia cut you off before you could finish.

“Your ex was an imbecile. A total normie. A bronze rank loser who probably sucked at every game he touched and blamed it on you so he could feel better about himself.” Idia rolled his eyes dramatically. “Like, seriously? Getting mad at his partner for being new at a game? What a pathetic move.”

He leaned back, gently bumping his shoulder against yours. “Look, you can be trash at this game. You can feed the enemy team. You can accidentally shoot me in the back. I literally don’t care. This is supposed to be fun.” He gave you a small, shy smile, cheeks tinted pink. “Besides… it’s kinda nice having you here. Playing with you sounds way better than playing alone.”

You felt the tension in your chest slowly melt away. The fear that had become second nature started to fade under Idia’s awkward but sincere reassurance.

“…Okay” you whispered, finally relaxing your death grip on the controller. “But if I’m really bad, you have to promise not to laugh… or at least not too hard.”

Idia smirked, already setting up a casual match for you two. “No promises on the laughing. Now let’s go, newbie. Time to get carried by your ultra rare SSR boyfriend.”

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Deciding to get ahead on your review, you flip open your own study materials. Animal linguistics, potionology, magic history…there was a lot of material to cover. You were just thankful that your boyfriend happened to be a part of one of the smartest dorms on campus. Taking advantage of this fact, you took a peek at the notebook Jade had left open in hopes of seeing some tips for your studies. 

You were expecting to see notes on mice vocabulary, or comments about the Sea Witch’s magic. Instead, your eyes were met with a shocking sight. The first page of the notebook read: Jade Leech’s 10 Year Plan. 

Why would he leave this information laid out on the desk for anyone to see?! Well, you weren’t really just “anyone”, but still. Between respecting Jade’s privacy and your blooming curiosity for what he had written down (especially since the pages were filled to the brim!) you decide that it was his fault for leaving his things out in the open and ultimately distracting you from your studies. So this would be considered…payback? If he didn’t agree with your logic, then you decided to pull out your signature move: girlfriend pout and girlfriend googly eyes to beg for his forgiveness. 

Flipping past the title page, you see the first header of his plan: 

Graduate from Night Raven College, & corner Azul into a business partnership

Hm. Fair enough. It’s inevitable that he’d want to eventually get a bigger share of the business. You snicker at the thought of Azul cowering beneath Jade, though. 

Skipping ahead, you see quite a few pages describing his supposed internship, how much shares he would get from his future company, and even how often he would visit the Coral Sea after graduation. 

After reading through relatively normal Jade stuff, your eyes land on a peculiar point next. 

Procure 10000 transformation potions. 

Okaaaaay, that seems a bit extreme… and also, after all this time, Jade still wants to live on land? You didn’t know he liked it up here so much (what you also didn’t know is that you were mainly the reason why).

Moving on, you read another flustering point. On year 5, he beautifully wrote:

Purchase the ring. 

You choke on the air and immediately put a hand to your mouth in case Jade hears you and rushes to the room. You didn’t (totally did) mean to read that, but now you’re a little disappointed that it was written without your name in sight. To be fair, he could’ve just written it as a general thought for whoever he would be dating during that time (and you desperately hope that it’s still you). 

As if to assure you that he has no other eyes for any other person, fish or not, you feel your face heat up as you flip to the next page. 

Be a good husband to the Prefect.

You feel your heart stop on this one, and restrain yourself from shrieking in joy or exploding into a thousand pieces of Jade-shaped confetti, not wanting to mess up his room. Your efforts are at a loss, however, because the man of the hour comes back knocking at the door, tea tray at hand. 

First, the both of you lock eyes. Your guilty look meeting his amused smirk. Second, both of your eyes trail off to the notebook, then back at each other. 

“I’m studying?” you pathetically say, your hand stuck to the notebook working as incriminating evidence that you’ve just peeked at his life’s goals you. 

Smile still intact, he chuckles behind his glove, "Are you sure you yourself know that?" Jade gracefully sets the tray down at his desk and hands you a cup, taking the seat next to you. 

You clumsily try to close the notebook, but his eyes land on the page you’ve stopped at. 

After a beat, he finally speaks, “My dear?” 

“Y-yes, Jade? I’m really so–” 

“Have you looked through page 67? I wish to fine tune the details of our wedding. While marrying near our anniversary may seem ideal, I fear you might catch a cold during our eternity float, considering that it’s close to the cold season.” 

How is he so composed?! You can’t tell if he’s upset or not. 

“Hmm, I’m not sure. I don’t think I reached that part yet…I stopped reading when you said you would catapult Azul back into the Coral Sea if he refused a partnership with you.” Feigning indifference, you finally close the notebook and push it further to his side of the desk, leaning a hand on your cheek to exaggerate your nonchalance. 

“What is with all this talk of Azul?” He gives you his best attempt at a hurt look with a small pout, “I believe we both saw that you had landed on ‘Be a good husband to the Prefect’ instead of ‘Be a good husband to Azul’.” With a little shudder, you see hear his voice straining a bit, and a fraction of his eyebrows twitch for a second. “Is it safe for me to assume that you are rejecting the idea of our marriage, my dear?” 

Though he jests, you can sense a hint of nervousness in his tone. Even though he appears to be completely composed, you know better than to believe what you see. His microexpressions tell you otherwise, and you’ve spent enough time with him to know that he is uneasy. Your eel was so adorable.

“What?! Of course I do! I mean, I just thought that you’d get upset at me for snooping through your things...it was very tempting, you know,” You ignore the fact that he had strategically opened the notebook near your position and looked at him in the eyes, “I’d want nothing more with you.” 

Jade himself feels his little eel heart skip a beat, and lets out a little huff to ease his nerves. At the sound of your confirmation, he puts his hand to his chest yet again and gives you a small bow, “Then I shall look forward to it, my dear Prefect.” 

With a grin and an amused expression etched onto his handsome features, he looks up at you from his bow, “Are you still in the mood for studying? Or perhaps you’d like to flesh out some of the plans with me?” 

Smiling back at him, you reach out to give him a small pinch to his cheek, “Now first, tell me, how in the world are you going to collect 10000 transformation potions?!” 

Extra:

 A few spaces after the marriage plan, Jade jots down a short and sweet list you completely missed: 

He has compiled a detailed list of baby names. Possible choices if your child were to be a boy or a girl, the meanings behind them, and backup options if you were to have your own twins. 

It seems that he has accounted for and is thrilled to have you in his future more than you anticipated.

“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?”