I'm still rocking your hoodie

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"What're you doing?" "Shh! Watching!" Grim shooed you away as he very obviously hid in a bush. You furrowed your brows, looking around.

"Watching... what?" Grim held his paw up to his mouth with a whine, telling you to be quiet once more. A sigh escaped your lips. "Alright then, suit yourself. Ace and Deuce are gonna be here any minute."

You had a scheduled study session with them. Well— more so with Deuce. Ace complained about being left out so he was tagging along. Sitting down on a bench, you waited by Heartsbyul's fountain. Since they were taking their sweet time getting here, you decided to get a head start on some homework.

It almost made you forget about the fact that your cat was trying, and failing, to discreetly hide in a bush behind you.

"Hey, Prefect! Didn't keep ya waiting too long, did I?" The familiar voice rung through the garden. Looking up, you spot Ace walking over.

"Riddle stopped me on the way here. Talked my ear off because I cut one of the roses wrong or something. Real buzzkill, right?" He huffed before his eyes drifted to the side. Of course, his eyes went to the beast that stuck out of the plants. Ace raised a brow as he stared at Grim in the bush.

"... So— What's his deal?" "I honestly have no idea. I tried asking him about it and got shushed."

The red card soldier laughed in amusement. "He shushed you with his tiny paw? That's hilarious. You're a real push over sometimes, Prefect." Ace teased, lightly elbowing your arm as he took a seat beside you. You rolled your eyes before changing the subject.

"Where's Deuce? I thought he'd be with you?" Trappola mischievously grinned at your question, leaning back on his arms.

"Mr. Honor-Student is stuck helping Trey in the kitchen. He accidentally bumped into 'em earlier when he was holding this huge cake and it went splat everywhere! You should've seen it!" You and Ace continued to chat, your homework apparently long forgotten as he told you more about what happened with Deuce.

Meanwhile from the distance, Grim watched you two. As your self proclaimed cupid, Grim decided he needed to consider all his options for your potential lover. Even Ace. Yuck.

Nonetheless, Grim knows you best. And he knows you're prone to bad decisions, unlike himself of course. So maybe Ace would be a good fit for you?

He's been in more trouble just as a first year compared to a lot of the juniors. Maybe the thrill is what you need to get out of your slump?

Grim watches as Ace digs through his bag, handing you a tiny, cherry flavored lollipop. He grabs another for himself as the two of you dink your lollipops together before plopping it into your mouth.

The grin on your face is one of relaxation— an expression communicating peace, something you’ve been missing for a while as you listen to Ace continue to blabber on about whatever.

That face… it’s the look of love!

Haha! Grim's found your ideal match in less than an hour! Score! That's what you get when you're dealing with the future greatest mage of all time!

Now he's just got to get you two to confess your undying love for one another, right? He can do that easy!... Wait, how does he do that?

Grim thought extremely hard, way harder than he was used to. Back at Sam's shop... the two people on the postcard were kissing, right? So that means Ace needs to kiss you! Wow, look at this genius making plans on the fly. It's a wonder people don't ask for his autograph when he walks by.

So, in order to get you and Ace to kiss, he needs to get your faces close. Easy!

Glancing around him, the direbeast spots stones scattering the ground. One by one, he scoops them up in his paws, all different sizes. The bushes rustles as he changes positions. If you or Ace notice, neither one of you seem to care. Obviously. You two are so in love, you can't see anything else!

Grim nearly topples over by the time he gets where he needs to be. The rocks are heavier than he anticipates, but none of that matters. All it means is that his plans will be more effective. The biggest rock lays in his good paw as he lets the others fall on the ground in front of him. A calm, stabilizing breath escapes from his throat as he winds his hand back, further and further and further until...

"Ow! What the—!?" Ace's head is pushed forward ever so slightly as a rock collides with him from behind, his lollipop falling right out of his mouth. You shoot him a weird look and raise a brow as you halt your movements, taking the sweet treat out from your lips. A wide, toothy grin appears on Grim's face. He's quick to load up another rock. "OW! This has got to be intentional! Whoever’s doing that better— Hey!" Ace whines, attempting to cover his head. You blink in surprise, leaning toward Ace. "Uh, are you okay?" "Does it sound like I'm okay!?"

You're moving closer to him to check on him, and Ace is moving closer to you to get away from the stones. Perfect!... Except it's not enough. You're close, but not kissing close. Time to bring out the big guns.

Grim takes another, deeper breath before emerging out from the bushes.

"Maybe it's acorns." Trying to ease the pain, you put your hand on the back of Ace's head. "Gah! I think a bump's forming!" Ace groans, attempting to shoo your hand away. "Nothing a bit of ice can't fix. No need to be a baby." You tease, shrugging your shoulders as you look away from Ace.

“Grim are you seeing this?” Turning around on the bench toward the bushes behind the two of you, you’re expecting to spot Grim instantaneously. “Grim?” A hint of concern plagues your voice as you glance around for Grim. “I’m the one being attacked and you’re worried about him?” Ace whines beside you, lightly kicking your leg to get your attention back on him.

He doesn’t get the acknowledgment he wants as you stare at something behind him moving scarily fast.

"Is that...? When did he get back there?" "YOU'LL THANK ME LATER!"

Charging full force into Ace's back, Grim slams directly into the boy, shoving him into you. The card soldier's body is lunged forward, his face connecting with yours. Score!

... His victory is short-lived as, instead of one of those romantic, accidental kisses in the movies, Ace's forehead crashes into yours. Hard. Hard enough both yours and his head begin swelling instantly.

Both of you lean back, rubbing the spot with pained hisses. The lollipop in your free hand fell to the ground beside Ace’s.

"Grim! What the hell!?" You growl, opening an eye to glare at him through the pain. The direbeast freezes, akin to a deer in headlights, especially as Ace bounces up. "You're the one who was throwing rocks at me too, huh? Oh, you're so dead!"

Mission aborted! Abort mission!

Safe to say Grim is crossing off Ace from your 'True Love' list as he bolts away from the crime scene, swiping both of the fallen lollipops on his way out.

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BONUS

Sitting on your bed, you press a thing of ice to Ace's head, a small chuckle escaping your lips as he dramatically whines from the contact. He too has an ice pack against your forehead, though you seem much more composed with the injury.

"This sucks. My head hurts everywhere. And my arm is getting tired from holding this up." He complained, his hand holding up ice to your bruise slipping as he lets his body collapse forward into you. His head rests in the crook of your neck. You can practically feel his pouty expression against your skin.

"I know something that might help?" You hum, taking the two ice packs and discarding it onto your nightstand. Ace flickers his eyes up from his place against you, quirking a brow. "Oh really? What, you gonna cast a spell or something? Wait, news flash, you can't! Magicless little Prefect—"

His words are cut off as he feels your lips softly press against the bruise on his forehead. The speed in which his cheeks begin to take on a color similar to his hair is impressive. He stares at you, a bit dazed. You can't help but smirk.