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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!

jack

He's not incredibly crazy about music. He has his workout playlist, sure, but it's more so just for background noise. One day you're sitting around him as he's going through his ab routine, and just mindlessly begin to sing. His ears shoot up, but he doesn't say anything. Maybe just shooting you a curious glance, but that's that. In his mind, he's much more reactive. Your voice just reminds him of those fairytale songs his little siblings would listen to when they were younger. Soothing, relaxing, pretty... he ends the workout early. His mind isn't fully in it, too distracted by you. Right before you two part, he mumbles, "...I like your singing," and bolts. If you looked close enough, his tail was swishing faster than normal. Adorable. Although you were invited to his workouts beforehand, now he asks you to come specifically to sing. He claims that it helps him focus which is just a blatant lie. It's very distracting. He just likes it. Sometimes he'll ask if you can sing certain songs that he thinks will sound nice with your voice. Like Deuce, the songs you sing quickly become his favorite songs in general, but he's much more blunt about it. "Mm? Oh, yeah. I started listening to that song after you sung it. It's good." He thinks that your renditions are better, but he's not going to say that aloud.

sebek

First time he catches you, he interrupts you. He's very loud to the surprise of no one. "WHAT IS THAT? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHY ARE YOU DOING THAT?" Like bro, you're just singing. He acts like he's never heard a song ever. He's incredibly confused as he doesn't understand why you do it without a direct purpose. Ends up calling your self control weak since you do it mindlessly and out of habit. How romantic. Despite his harsh words, you end up giving him the same quirk. He'll be guarding Malleus and abruptly begin humming a tune you did earlier in the day. It definitely catches the Draconia's attention. "What song is that?" Sebek, always eager to talk to the prince, ends up rambling about you. How light and pretty your voice songs when you're singing. The way your lips move with each sound. Your small. elegant sways as you sing. Malleus is quiet as Sebek dumps all this information on him. "... You seem quite infatuated with the Prefect." Infatuated?? Him?? Ridiculous! He soon shakes his head, stating, "The only person I'd ever be infatuated with is you, Wakasama!" The prince is right though. No one who is paying close attention would notice the things he does. Sebek doesn't know how to process this crush and demands you stop singing. If you do stop, he ends up actually humming. Then loses his mind. "YOU! YOU'RE INFECTING ME! STOP!" It's actually pretty funny. He's a train wreck.

floyd

Singing? Fun, he's in. He'll immediately start singing with you, very loudly, and very poorly. Floyd isn't an awful singer, he just finds it more fun to scream than actually try. If he's feeling more hyper than usual, he'll grab your hand and waltz you around while singing. You've got to be mindful whenever you start humming or singing around him because he starts a scene every time. After one song, he'll laugh and want to do it over and over again. Doing this with you gives him such an energy boost, he just loves it! He does get mad though if you hum or sing around anyone else though. It's weird, he'll say things like, "Ha! You should hear Shrimpy's singing! Talk about a siren call! You're missing out!" to people like Jade, but if you actually sing around them he'll get all sulky and in a sour mood. Goes into a don't-talk-to-me-and-stop-singing mood. Not fun to be around. Even if you two aren't dating, it just feels like a betrayal. That's your guys's thing! Your siren call is for his ears only, why're just letting anyone else listen all willy nilly!? He never says all this out loud though, you just kinda have to pick up on this dislike through experience. "Shrimpy, Shrimpy! Do that song about the lovebirds again! I've got an idea I wanna try!" Famous last words before he tries to dip you and drops you mid song.

silver

Your singing puts him to sleep. It's a double-edged sword. It's just so relaxing and airy that he can't help but shut his eyes. It's actually problematic and he asks you to stop singing around him. This breaks his heart a little since he does like listening to you, but his curse just makes it too difficult. The situation lingers in his mind much longer than it should. The way you deflated when he asked you to stop made his throat run dry. In these thoughts, an idea began to grow. You feel a tug on your sleeve and Silver stands behind you. "How do you feel about rock music?" He's completely serious and it's kinda funny. Instead of the pretty, airy hums that you were used to, he took you out to a karaoke bar to sing pop-punk, rock, pop-rock, and really anything that's loud and will keep him awake. If you convince him enough, he'll end up singing with you. His voice does not at all fit these genres but he's trying his best and it's adorable. Now, if you sing or hum around him, it's within these genres and he's able to listen without falling asleep. He's got that lovesick grin on his face whenever he listens to you. Lilia is astounded when he finds these songs on Silver's training playlist. He thanks you for improving Silver's taste in music.

rook

Picks up on your habit alarmingly fast. He knows when and what you're about to sing before you do it. With this information, he happily harmonizes with you. Rook can sing and he utilizes these abilities to the max with you. He's got this big ole smile on his face as he sings with you. Calls it the, "Exchanging of hearts!" because he's dramatic. Rook is also very vocal about how much he likes your voice. He will sing your praises both to your face and to everyone around. Epel is annoyed. Vil to corners you and wants to hear it for himself. The housewarden is much more critical than Rook and it's incredibly intimidating. Rook is around anytime you sing. ANY TIME. It's like he has a sixth sense specifically for this. You're just singing at Ramshackle? He's at the door. In class under your breath while he's in another classroom? Suddenly he left his magic pen wherever you are. In the bathroom? Guess who's outside the stall! Yeah no, it's actually creepy. There's levels to ts. He encourages you to record your singing since he likes it better than any one on the radio. You're now his favorite singer. He can't think of music without thinking of you. Looking past all the red flags, he's your biggest supporter. You have him truly entranced.

idia

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.

You set out searching for a door. A window latch. A hole in the wall. Anything, to escape the thick, muggy air and white glass.

The plants are suspiciously tropical, but potted, hanging, or kept in their nursery beds on freshly tilled soil. Dripping with condensation, wilting, each of them- the black touch of blight on the ends of every leaf.

It could be the darkness seeping through the cracks of fantasy. Or this dreamer could be particularly precise about his reality.

But who would be in a tropical greenhouse...? You'd already found Leona.

You turn down the brick walkway.

There you see him.

Not in fine robes, not in a crown, or couture, or a cowboy hat.

He's not even in his student council uniform. Worn gloves, a dirty apron, sweat beading on his brow.

"Rollo," you blurt out, nearly scaring yourself with your own echo.

Rollo's eyes, wide and tepid, as if he hadn't heard the sound of his name in years, snap up to meet yours.

"Yuu." he says easily, standing and patting his hands off on his apron. The flower he'd been preening- pink and orange, with thick petals and an overpoweringly sweet scent- seems to droop as it loses his attention.

You can sort of relate.

"You're here early," he says, "I thought you'd still be at the school."

So he was expecting you? "Uh... I finished up fast," you play along. "Busy?"

"Never," he smiles so easily. "Shall we?"

He holds out an arm, you take it, and you walk.

"This place is beautiful," you say, "Did you grow it all yourself?"

"Don't flatter me. You did just as much as I. To think, only six months ago, it was an abandoned part of the bell tower. And now..."

You blink. You built this place together? You and him? Him and you?

"So, how were your exams?" he asks, "I'm certain our thorough studying has come into fruition."

"Oh... haha, yeah," you force a smile at that. Exams? Tutoring?

...Where exactly are you, anyway?

"You seem tense," he comments.

"I'm just nervous... about the exams,"

"Don't be," Rollo says it as a command, not an assurance. "You are the most intelligent student at Noble Bell... by far."

"Ah..." Why does that make your face feel hot? It must just be the muggy greenhouse.

Wait- Noble Bell?

Which means you're in Fleur City?

Which means....

You blink. "Yeah... good thing, too, because exams at Night Raven College were brutal,"

Rollo gives you a strange look, studying your face as if trying to understand where that remark came from. You must not talk about NRC much in this dream world of his.

...Honestly, you had been expecting something rather different.

A younger, more hopeful Rollo, sparkles in his eyes at the mention of magic, a little brother not far behind. A world free of suffering, a boy bereft of a traumatic childhood, and an adult who isn't allergic to smiles and resistant to any and all human contact (plus a decent sleep schedule and diet).

This is...

...Well, it's just Rollo.

The soft-spoken, quiet one who only seemed to materialize when he was speaking specifically to you. But Rollo nonetheless.

He gives up on trying to figure out why you had said that, and you keep walking. A door, milky glass like the rest, only with a brass handle where its heart would be, comes at you like a charging bull. Rollo's steps are swift and powerful.

"A shame," he says, "That it closed. It had great potential to reform, but, alas... too stuck in its ways. Magic..."

Closed.

That it closed.

It Closed.

Your eyes widen, and you suppress the urge to gape at Rollo. You have to act natural. Pretend to know what he's talking about.

You only glance at him from the corners of your eyes. "...I suppose so,"

Rollo stops at the door. He smiles at you, all the softness in the world resting in his sharp, French features, and he finds your hand, lacing your fingers with his own.

A gentle squeeze. Almost a reassurance, but for what, you're not sure.

All at once, he's saying:

It's over.

It's begun.

You're safe.

You're mine.

I'm yours.

Forever.

Never again.

We're safe.

The world is our sanctuary.

He pulls you closer to his side, and you follow him through the door, into the open night.

Over Fleur City, millions of fire lotuses burn.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Fellow Honest

You were expecting, what?

A mansion?

A palace?

A private island?

Fellow Honest, lying on a mountain of thaumarks, surrounded by jewels, a feast fit for a king, and at least ten gorgeous models?

It was the sort of thing he talked about whenever someone asked what he dreamed of.

Fellow says, and you remember it quite precisely, "I don't dream about any 'a that touchy-feely stuff. It's me, somewhere hot and sunny, on my own island, surrounded by enormous piles of money..."

And that's all he ever said.

The same dream, every time.

You don't remember how it had come up, the last time- Skully probably started the conversation, scouting for new Halloween ideas (and ever-fascinated with the minds of his roommates... for some reason). You asked Fellow if he ever thought about anything other than money, and he just laughed.

"You're real naive for your age, aren't 'ya?" he had cackled.

You didn't find it funny.

But now you're here.

Not a mansion. Not a castle. Not a private island, or a jumbo jet, or a yacht...

A two-story townhouse, with a back door that doesn't close all the way, a fridge that smells like death, two clogged toilets and an unmade bed.

...This CAN'T be right.

You wander around the kitchen, opening cupboards, looking for the diamond-encrusted silverware and the gold plates.

Nope, plastic. Some glass, a mismatch of dishware that told you whoever lived in this house shopped exclusively in the dumpster outside a dollar store.

The table is jammed into a tight corner, broken leg propped up by the phone book. Remnants of breakfast, bread crusts and Pop-Tart wrappers, are still littered across the surface, even though it's far past dark.

You can't even tell what color the fridge is, there are so many crayon drawings and macaroni self-portraits taped to it.

Grimacing at the state of the kitchen, you take the nearest broom and get to cleaning, wasting precious time in someone's terrible dream of unwashed dishes and cluttered countertops. At least it's a small enough kitchen, and the mess is taken care of by the time the front door opens.

Oh, good, you think, setting the broom aside, Now I can kill whoever's having a dream about a dirty house!

"Sweetheart, I'm home!"

Before you can unleash the fury that had been building from the moment you saw this filthy home, someone's got their arms around you, burying you in a tight hug and spinning you in place.

"Oh, wow, it looks great in here! Did you do this all by yourself? I would've helped if you asked, you know..."

"It's fine," you say, somewhat disoriented from the affectionate greeting.

Fellow tips his hat (clean, nice, and new) at you. "Well, at least let me tip you for your service,"

Your eyes widen when you realize what he means. "THAT'S OKAY!" you blurt out. "R-really, um- let me take your coat!"

Fellow shrugs off his overcoat (just as nice as the hat) with a sigh.

"You and your house rules,"

This is weird. Is this weird? You think, carrying the coat to the closet (you'd snooped in there for clues, earlier). You turn over your shoulder to look at Fellow as he admires the stack of clean dishes drying by the sink. His tail is wagging. Then:

I better not start liking this!

"Shoes, too," you remind him dully, and he playfully rolls his eyes while he returns to the front door to undress himself proper.

"There, now. No mud on the floors,"

"Yes," you say, "And don't roll your eyes at me."

"I apologize,"

"Good,"

"Good!" and then he leans forward, and you find another convenient out.

"How was work?" Assuming that's where he was.

"Boring, awful, the usual," he smiles slyly, "But it puts bread on the table and keeps the kids in school, so I can't complain."

That seems unlikely.

"It's good to have a job," you rattle off the pointless statement if only to keep him from trying to kiss you again.

Fellow snorts. "Sure beats sleeping outside,"

"Or in a mold-infested old dorm!" you blurt out, thinking back on all the repairs you made to Ramshackle to make it livable.

"That, too,"

The lamp flickers, casting a new light on the situation... the house, the kitchen, the hat, the dream.

It isn't glamorous, it isn't a mansion, there are no models or speedboats, and definitely no piles of money, but to a guy who's never had the comfort of this- stability, that is- this is paradise. A warm home, a bed, disposable income to waste on top hats and big coats and macaroni and crayons...

...And you.

A part of his domestic fantasy, as natural as the dishes and the art and the rickety old table. Like you belonged there.

The grandfather clock in the upstairs hall chimes.

Fellow sighs. You drop the defensive stance.

"Well, duty calls," he says, returning to the closet and pulling on his coat. "Gotta pick up that rascal from practice."

He heads to the door, blowing you a kiss on the way out.

You make a half-hearted attempt to catch it.

Damn, you think, retreating to the warm light of the kitchen,

Waking him up is gonna be hard.

Ace didn't waste time. With a shrug and a confident smirk, he grabbed the brooch—it was a violet crystal encased in a metal structure that vaguely resembled twisted roots. "Perfect. He deserves something quite ridiculous, doesn't he?"

After a generous payment, they left the shop without much hurry. As they crossed the town gate, the atmosphere of the village seemed normal…until they spotted the prefect standing near a fountain, talking to a young man with refined features and clothes that didn't look cheap at all.

"Who’s the guy she's laughing so much with?" Jack asked, frowning.

"That's the prince from the Scalding Sands!" Grim grumbled. "I've seen him before! When we were hanging out with Jamil!"

"I thought Kalim was the prince…" Deuce scratched his head.

"What is a guy from RSA doing here?" Epel blinked. "As if the idiots from our own school weren't enough…"

They approached discreetly, but Ace’s goal shifted instantly.

He was no longer interested in Azul. The sight of Minajael—so polished, so perfect, and so inconvenient—was the new target of his disdain. "These playboys…"

"Hey! Prefect!" Ace called out, forcing a radiant smile.

She turned, surprised. "Ace? What are you guys doing here?" She blinked, looking down to see Grim rubbing his head against her leg.

"We were just nearby, taking care of some... business," Jack replied, trying to reprimand Ace with a look, but the redhead was already invading the personal space between them and Minajael.

He stopped next to the prince, giving an exaggerated pat on the RSA boy's shoulder, as if they were old friends. "So, the new guy in town, huh?"

"I’ve been here longer than you," Minajael arched an eyebrow but kept a polite posture, as he was an acquaintance of the prefect. "You must be one of the prefect's classmates..."

As Minajael turned to greet him, Ace slid his hand behind the prince's shoulder, the brooch hidden in his palm, ready to attach it. "Classmates? Is that what they said? How modest, we’re best friends, you know?"

It was a quick, practiced movement, but the moment Ace's fingers touched the fabric of Minajael's coat, the brooch gave a metallic click, the pin piercing them both somehow.

Minajael jumped, and the redhead let out a shout of surprise, his finger hurting, trying to pull the brooch off, but it was magnetically stuck to both of them, pulling them closer together.

"What the—?!" Minajael exclaimed, losing his royal composure as a thick, purplish smoke began to emanate from where the brooch was stuck.

"Ace, you idiot, what did you do?!" Deuce screamed, lunging forward, but the flash of light blinded the group. When their vision returned to normal, they were left speechless.

On the ground, where the elegant RSA prince had been, there was now a small Bengal tiger, the size of a large cat. The animal growled, looking up and then down, its paws patting the stone ground in agitation.

Beside him, however, the animal was… less majestic. A small frog, skinny like a toad and reddish in color. He looked at his own little paws, then opened his mouth to squawk.

The animal jumped clumsily toward the Prefect, who recoiled, almost kicking it in fear if not for Deuce stopping them.

Minajael didn't seem confused by his new form; he looked irritated. He fixed his brownish eyes on the reddish frog, and with a spring, pounced on him. Epel tried to hold him back, almost tripping over his own shoes.

Ace kept jumping away, trying to dodge, and emitting sounds that sounded more like screams than croaks. He jumped clumsily onto his friend's legs, and the prefect yelled, "Get off! Get off!" They swatted him away, throwing him back onto the ground.

"I hope he actually eats that idiot for doing something so dumb!" Grim ran in circles, trying to grab the tiger's tail, but Minajael was too fast, ignoring everyone and focusing solely on hunting the amphibian.

After a few minutes of a humiliating chase, they managed to contain the two. Minajael was huffing, trapped inside a reinforced basket that Epel had grabbed from a nearby stall, while Ace was contained inside a glass jar.

"Now what?" Deuce asked, sweating cold. "If the headmaster finds out about this... I can't get expelled because of this idiot..."

"And again, I have to fix your messes," the prefect said, wiping the sweat from their forehead with an expression of pure frustration and anger directed straight at the glass where the frog was.

"I'm really sorry, it was an emergency," the prefect rubbed their temples, taking a deep breath to avoid picking up one of the trays and burying their friend's face in it.

Azul laughed, observing the brooch. "Don't worry, we're good friends, aren't we? It's only natural for me to lend a hand when you need it."

After returning to normal, Ace swore it was just a toy meant for pranks.

"We just wanted to test the toy! Nobody knew it would go wrong!" He had sputtered.

Azul pretended to believe him. He knew exactly that it wasn't a simple store trinket, but he had no intention of telling the prefect. If he could keep the item and still keep the group in his debt for "solving" the problem, it would be the perfect deal.

"I'm glad it didn't turn into a bigger scandal, it's good that you chose to trust me over Headmaster Crowley,” Azul sighed, closing his hand over the brooch and hiding it in his sleeve. "Imagine the disaster: an expulsion and a diplomatic incident on top of it."

The door to Azul's office closed with a metallic click, echoing through the empty hall of the Mostro Lounge.

The group stared at her apprehensively, Deuce being the first to break the silence with his voice choked by anxiety. "So?"

Grim, who was balanced on Jack's shoulder, was visibly trembling. "Did he ask for a lot? That octopus doesn't do anything for free, you know that! Damn, this is what happens when you trust Ace!"

The prefect stopped walking and sighed. "It's all resolved, I talked to Minajael before he left."

"Thank the Seven," Epel exhaled in relief.

"But what about Azul?" Jack insisted, taking a step forward, his expression serious. "Did he accept the brooch as payment? What did he ask for in exchange for solving this whole mess?"

She shrugged, starting to walk toward the exit of the establishment without giving room for more questions. "Azul has his methods, and I have mine. The matter is closed. I don't want to hear another word about what happened; it will be worse if it reaches Crowley."

"Hey, wait a minute!" Ace tried to protest. "We were just playing around! No need to be like that—"

"We!?" The rest screamed in unison.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Rollo Flamme

"It's not that bad," you told him,

"It's only temporary!" you pleaded,

"It could've been a lot worse!" you groveled.

Rollo only grabs you by the wrist and drags you into his room, locking and barring the door behind him.

"The others hear not a word of this," he says, sitting at his desk and pulling a potionology book from the top shelf.

For hours (and what feels like an eternity), he skims through antidotes and antivenoms, searching every crevice of the yellowed pages for something potent enough to reverse the effects of the potion.

For hours (and what feels like an eternity), you nap.

It's near dark when you wake, and he's in the same place, muttering profanities and flipping through pages.

You would turn over and go back to sleep, but the rhythmic movements of his quill feather scribbling notes on a piece of scrap paper is... strangely hypnotic.

You find yourself crawling out of bed to attack (discreetly, like a true hunter), batting at the feather from under the desk.

"What the- Prefect!" Rollo scolds, moving his paper and quill to the other side of the desktop.

Two seconds later... fwifwifwip.

"Prefect, control yourself!"

He moves again, keeping a wary eye on his quill...

...And then, while his back is turned, you slap his inkwell off the table.

"PREFECT!!!"

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Fellow Honest

[Fellow voice] "Guess we're doing cat ears now".

Like I could not emphasize enough how much it wouldn't matter to him at all. He would see the ears and tail and go, "Huh. Was that there before?" and then have a full couch nap with you curled up in his lap before remembering that you aren't a beastman.

...Guess he forgot?

I mean, you're so much a part of his life now that you may as well be. And Gidel looks up to you like a big sibling, so cat features fit the bill.

Anyway his second comment is that you should commit as much crime as possible before changing back, because then the police would be looking for a beastman and never track you down.

(You politely decline).

And then he uses you to guilt Rollo into buying everyone a fish dinner.

Best part, though? The cuddles.

Obviously.

Tiny cat beastman under one arm, big cat beastman under the other, both you and Gidel using him for his body heat... the combined purring is powerful enough to shake the house.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Skully J. Graves

I don't think Skully could ever dislike anything about you.

It's you we're talking about, after all- whatever you are, were, or will be, he loves, because he loves you.

Cat today? Well, why not!

Every day you get weirder is a blessing to Skully J. Graves.

And cats are an iconic symbol of the Halloween season, don't you know? The perfect combination of spooky, cute, and chilling. An omen of bad luck... which, to him, is good luck!

Cross his path as many times as you'd please, dear omen of death!

You can't kill what's already dead, after all!

Could also imagine him using those scraps of cloth at the ends of his coat to play with you... not that you could ever catch him, he IS a ghost, after all, but it is ever so fun...

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Swing

You know how some people pet dogs/cats by putting their whole fucking hand on the thing's head and pulling it back? Yeah that's Swing.

He does it with Grim too.

Not that he can't be gentle, he just actively chooses not to (ragebaiting is one of his favorite pastimes!)

At least on you (and not poor Grim), the pressure feels nice.

...Kind of like if the relief from a massage hit all at once.

Yeah, these are those good kinds of pets, the kind that make you push your head up and arch your back into each stroke for more.

He's strangely calm for those few hours of quiet petting, as if fascinated by you- testing your reactions to every poke and prod at your new body.

leona kingscholar

He hates it. Get that sappy stuff out of his face. Leona can't help but associate it with those really bad romance movies that try to be sexy. The nickname just never lands right and always comes off as trying too hard... Well, that is until you call him it, of course. He's caught off guard when you say it during your normal banter with him as he tries to pull you back to bed. "Professor will kill me if I miss another lecture, baby." Leona was about to retort but was interrupted by an involuntary shiver. After realizing what you said, he shot you a disgusted look. For a second, you genuinely thought there was a bug on you or something. "Baby?... Gross. Go to your 'important' lecture already." He grumbled, knitting his brows together. Ever the dramatic, he even rolls in bed to face his back toward you. That gave you the ample opportunity to come up behind him and tease, asking if he really didn't like the pet name 'baby' that much. Leona didn't respond, simply pretending to be asleep to ignoring your mockery. "Aww, come on. Won't even look at me, baby?" He puts an end to your fun by grabbing you by the waist and pulling you back to bed with him. A small growl leaves his throat. "You're disgusting. Herbivores these days." The annoyance in his eyes and voice was so beautifully fake that you couldn't help but lean in closer, whispering the word "baby" in his ear again. Leona shivers before clamping a hand over your mouth, a scowl on his face. "Call me that again and I'm biting."

azul ashengrotto

He's not at all used to affection like that. Hearing you call him that name genuinely makes his heart start pounding like crazy and he's left frozen. Azul doesn't move for a good minute or two before dramatically shouting, "BABY!?" He wasn't aware your relationship was at that point. 'Baby', in his mind, is old, married couple level. He tries really hard to play it cool, clearing his throat and slicking back his hair. "How bold of you, dear... Is this a trick? Are you trying to prove something?" He doesn't really believe you have ulterior motives, he just says it to change the topic and get the attention off him. That's an incredibly difficult thing to do though when he's blushing up a storm. There's no use in calling him out on that though since he'll just go full gaslighter mode. "Hm? No, I'm not flustered. Why would I be flustered...b... baby?" When he tries to say it, it's all stuttered and messed up. "If anything, you're the flustered one. Didn't expect me to call out your trickery, hm? I'm not falling for these mind games." The mind games in question being the fact you love your boyfriend btw. He'll get used to it the longer your relationship goes on, of course. However, for the moment, he can't process the fact you like him enough to call him by such an affectionate name without any mockery. It's foreign and embarrassing, because now all he can think of is the two of you growing old together, resting by the shore, and naturally calling each other 'baby'.

jamil viper

He doesn't have a huge reaction, but he does get embarrassed. It probably catches him off-guard, especially if he was doing something else at the moment, such as cooking or hanging up decorations. Jamil hears the word slip from your lips and immediately darts his head toward you, quietly processing the fact that you called him that. A small scoff escapes him as he pulls down his hood to hide the light blush dusting his cheeks. He'll murmur something along the lines of, "Whatever, babe." Then get back to work. But don't let this dismissal lead you to thinking he wasn't affected! If the blush wasn't enough, watch him closely as he finishes up whatever task he's working on, and you'll see a faint hint of a smile on his lips. Even as he continues his vice housewarden and royal retainer duties, he can't get your simple pentane out of his head. He knows it's normal for couples to call each other that. Jamil has heard it many times and always cringed. However, it's different being at the receiving end of such adoration. This rings especially true when the person speaking it is someone he fancies. He won't admit anything if you try to call him out on the reaction, simply stating that the Scarabian heat is getting to him or that he's too close to the stove. But both you and this Viper know the truth. He's totally weak to you calling him 'baby'. The name is quick to become the norm for the relationship. Even if you don't say it often, he took this as a go-ahead to begin calling you 'baby' frequently. It's rarely in front of other people, he hates public affection, but in private it's his go-to. Just imagine him in bed beside you, sleepily murmuring, "How was your day, baby?"

vil schoenheit

Unfazed. He's been called 'baby' and has called other people 'baby' before on set. So when you refer to him as such out-of-the-blue, he simply responds as he normally would. Just as you think all hope of getting a reaction out of him is lost and turn to leave, however, he'll grab you by the chin to guide you back to him. "I like that name on your lips. Baby. Keep calling me that, darling. Wear it out to your heart's contents." Ever the smooth. It's almost frustrating just how smooth he is. He'll seal the deal with a kiss as well, leaving his own purple lipstick stain on your cheek. It doesn't matter if you're in public or not. Who wouldn't want to be marked by the Queen himself anyways? Since he's expressed his liking for the pet name, if you try to refer to him by name in a private setting, he'll be pouty. Sure, if it's maybe once or twice you just refer to him by name, it could be a genuine slip of the mind. But if you continuously do so? He'll pout and do things to draw your attention to him in order to jog your memory. Kissing your neck, running his hands down your sides, sitting way too close... If you still don't get the memo, he'll simply whisper into your ear, "What happened to 'Baby'? Did I do something to have the name revoked?" If you're holding out on him just for the sake of teasing, he'll tease you right back, purposefully refusing you his sweet affection till you return the pet name that was rightfully his. What a drama queen, huh?

idia shroud

Oh crud. He's doomed. No warning? No heads-up text that this was happening? No, "Hey, Idia! Prepare to have your breath taken away and thoughts consumed by one singular word!" Why would you do this to him? His flames immediately burst. If he was typing on his keyboard, he stops. If he was in the middle of a game, he pauses almost instantaneously. He doesn't know how to respond. It takes some super extroverted level of charisma to form a proper response to that. Instead, he's left stuttering and barely able to talk. If he does, it's nothing past incoherent murmurs. If you keep calling him it, he'll actually go into a ball; bringing his legs up to his chest to hide. He's so flustered it hurts. Have you no mercy for an inexperienced, introverted shut-in like him? Truly evil... Once he reaches his tipping point, he'll eventually shout out, "ENOUGH! ENOUGH! GAHH!" His heart can't take it. "Talk about a total surprise attack... Super effective. It's brutal using all these advantages to gain the upper hand like this... truly evil..." Eventually, he'll just want to cuddle and hide his face against you. He never does get used to the name. This happens nearly every time you call him 'baby'. He'll rarely call you 'babe' or 'baby' too outside of a joking context. It just feels too outgoing and charismatic for him. Like he's the protagonist of some corny visual novel... if he were, he'd play your route every time. UGH! He can't believe you've got him thinking stupid thoughts like that. What have you done to him...

malleus draconia

• So, yes, inexperienced kisser for obvious reasons. You'd probably have to take the lead, which he'll let you do, because he just isn't sure what is and isn't acceptable. He'll mirror your actions - if you hold him, he'll hold you back - and before you know it, he's actually learning.

• He was just about getting the hang of it when you two were interrupted by-- "Whoa."

• Riddle's eyes snapped open in an instant, meeting Ace's wide-eyed, jaw-dropped expression. He takes a second too long to actually push you off of him, his face burning as the first year continues to just stand there in shock.

• "Get OUT!" Riddle shrieked, and that seemed to snap Ace out of whatever daze he was in, because he raised his hands in surrender and slowly backed out of the room like he was trying to escape a wild animal.

• "Don't EVER come into my room uninvited! Have you any clue how rude that is?!" - "Dude, I'm sorry!" - "A-and the audacity to just stand there and gawk-- if you tell anyone, Trappola, by the Seven, I won't just be using my Signature Spell to remove the head from your shoulders!"

• Just when you think Ace is finally leaving and Riddle is going to close the door again, the boy just had to get one final quip in. "Didn't know you had it in you."

• Riddle turns impossibly redder at that and marches right back out the door to chase Ace down, and you sit with your head in your hands, knowing you'll have to continue where you left off some other day.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

• Leona, despite spending most of his days lounging around, is near constantly stressed out and exhausted. Of course, he's got his Dorm to fret over, as well as the Spelldrive team, but most of it comes from being way too in his head and having no-one around to take him out of it.

• This changes in a relationship, and I have no idea what the popular consensus is on Leona as a boyfriend; but I see him as surprisingly clingy.

• Not in public, but I mean that whenever you're around him, he'll pull whatever tricks he has to in order to make you stay. He's a terrible influence on this front because he will encourage you to skip classes and any other responsibilities too.

• Leona is honestly kind of manipulative lmao. If you two are cuddling and you need to leave, his strategies for making you stay vary. Sometimes he'll try to act "cute". I mean talking very softly in your ear, suddenly deciding he wants to lay his head on your chest or in the crook of your neck (and he's just sooo comfortable now, please don't disturb him), big cat-like stretching, intentionally swishing his tail a bit, overall playing it up in the hopes of tempting you into staying for longer. And no, he does not feel any shame about this.

• Other times, he takes a more direct approach. Why would you ever choose to go to your boring-ass classes over making out with your very attractive boyfriend? Do you like history more than having his tongue in your mouth? I didn't think so.

• The problem with doing this in the botanical garden is that it is a very public and easily accessible area. And there are certain people who know they can find Leona there.

• "Leonaaa! C'mon, time to get up, you've got-- Oh."

• Leona turns his head, keeping his arms around your hips, not bothering to move you off of him. He sighed, exasperated. "Leave, Ruggie."

• "Shishishi, no need to get all aggro on me! I'm only here 'cause you're gonna miss another Alchemy class - not like I could've known you were getting busy in here."

• Leona scowled, and to your surprise and slight mortification, he grabbed your face and went right back to kissing you as if there wasn't a live audience stood right there. Thankfully, this seemed to have the desired effect, because the next thing you heard from Ruggie was a loud "ew, man! Fine! No skin off my back!" Followed by him quickly scampering away.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

• Azul is a lot of fun to distract.

• He doesn't mind having you in the same room as him as he goes through the Mostro Lounge's necessary paperwork for the day, he's good enough at multitasking that he can usually hold a conversation with you while he works. But when it's been a while since he's last looked up at you, maybe you start to feel a little neglected.

• You move your chair closer to his and he goes stiff for a brief second when you rest your head on his shoulder, but relaxes soon after. Just as he starts to write again, you snake your arms around his waist, lips pressing against his neck.

• He goes still again, face burning up as he tries to look like he's casually re-adjusting his glasses. "What are you up to?" You don't miss the way his voice wavers, and he finally meets your eyes, blushing more at the realisation that you've been staring at his face.

• "You're not paying attention to me." Azul gives a shy little laugh at that, turning around in his chair to face you. "Well, I am now."

• You kiss him, and he kisses back, either pulling you closer to hold in his lap or, if you're taller than him, being the one held in yours. Things were just barely getting started when you hear the door creak open and he shoves you away in record time.

• "Oh my," Clearly his save didn't do much though, because Jade can still see the two of you standing there red-faced and dishevelled, and puts the pieces together on his own. "I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?"

• "No," Azul claims, fixing his glasses that were hanging lopsided on his face. "What do you want?"

• "Oh no, I'm sure it can wait until you two are done here. Clearly this is more important than customer feedback." - "Jade, just tell me what it is." - "It is not as if Floyd and I were working ourselves to the bone running the Lounge in your absence while you were busy entertaining yourselves in here." - "Jade."

• By the way, yes Jade will tell Floyd about this, and no you both will never escape the teasing.

JAMIL VIPER

• Jamil is often too busy to have as much alone time with you as he would like, and given a lot of his job is dedicated to making sure Kalim doesn't die, he can't really afford any distractions. Though he has absolutely considered leaving the Housewarden to his own devices for a while so that he can sneak off to be with you, the fault would be entirely on him if anything did go wrong, so alas.

• Still, there are moments where he can have his guard down. As long as there's no threat of any potential danger, and his work then more-so becomes making sure the dormitories are clean. He really would much rather be spending his time with you on the occasions you visit the Scarabia dorm though, which is why he doesn't complain when you shove him into a nearby broom closet, close the door behind both of you and start kissing him.

• He knows he can't remain in here with you for long, so he's making the most of the time he does have. Jamil likes to be the one taking the lead, so that's exactly what he does, and no words are exchanged as he passionately steals kiss after kiss from you, with a kind of hunger you've seen on him plenty.

• The problem with getting too lost in the moment, is that neither of you notice the footsteps approaching the broom closet until it's too late and the door opens, revealing none other than Kalim.

• Jamil detaches himself from you, practically hugging the wall behind him to put as much distance between the two of you as possible, as Kalim's expression morphs quickly into one of pure shock-horror.

• "SORRY!" He yells, far too loudly, and Jamil winces at the thought he may have alerted some of the other students. Kalim slams the door again, though you can still hear him behind it. "Sorry! I'm so so sorry!"

• Silence falls then. Jamil sighs, running a hand down his face. Thinking you were alone now, you whisper, "So... You wanna keep going?"

• Before Jamil can answer, there's a knock on the door of the broom closet. "Jamil, can you give me the brush and shovel from in there? You can just slide it under the door if-"

• "Kalim! Go away!"

VIL SCHOENHEIT

• This actually happens quite frequently to the point you don't even question it anymore.

• It doesn't matter how private you two think you're keeping it. You could be in his room, knowing for certain that there's no urgent business or anything that can interrupt you, and you could even be absolutely sure that nobody saw you entering the Pomefiore dormitory and making your way to Vil's quarters.

• Because as you're on his bed, back against the headboard as he straddles you, you have full view of his bedroom window behind him. Usually, you wouldn't be looking anywhere but his gorgeous face; but you can't help it when you notice what look like a pair of eyes standing out amidst the trees and the dark of night.

• Your stomach drops and he seems to notice your gaze has drifted elsewhere. He turns around himself to see it. "What?- Oh, for the love of..." Vil groans, moving off of you and walking over to the window, rapping his knuckles angrily on the glass. The eyes retreat, shooed away like a startled bird, and he pulls the curtains closed, lips still pressed into a thin line when he turns back to see you.

• "Was it Rook again?" You ask, and he sighs deeply, returning to his bed.

• "Of course it was. Who else?"

• "You should really talk to him about doing that." You say, and he kisses you again, effectively silencing you.

• "No more talk of Rook, dear," he murmurs. "I'd much rather focus on you tonight."

IDIA SHROUD

• Idia is not a romantic. He frequently refers to you as "bro," "dude," has called you "oomf" over messages before and one time even called you "chat". Like a streamer. He's definitely the kind of guy to make fun of couples who do overtly romantic things, like pet names or holding hands, and I also have my own thoughts on his sexuality that I'm not gonna fully get into here.

• Basically, I don't think he's a very romantic or touchy person, and he won't be the one to initiate anything with you. He's more reliant on emotional connection rather than physical (and is quite needy on that front).

• That's not to say he's against it if you are the type to initiate make-out sessions with him. Just be aware that he is embarrassingly inexperienced, and nowhere near as adept at just picking it up as you go along as Riddle is.

• The ends of his blue hair flare pink as you kiss him again and again, not minding in the slightest the sloppy way in which he tries to return them. Eventually, Idia will ease into letting you do all the work, figuring that he's better this way, too.

• When he gains the courage to open his eyes, he tries not to snicker at how silly you look with your eyes closed and your face so close to his, and just as he's comparing it to those 0.5x zoom pictures of cats in his head, the door to his room opens and in comes Ortho.

• "Big brother?"

• "MMMH!" Idia shrieks against your lips, scrambling away from you, pulling his bed sheets up to his face as if to shield him. Still, Ortho doesn't appear to react to what he just saw, continuing as normal.

• "Can I go to an arcade with Deuce, Jack and Epel? It's off-campus, but nearby!"

• "Y-y-yeah, yeah, go... ahead..." Idia nodded, wide-eyed, the pink burning at the ends of his hair slowly spreading upwards. Ortho beamed.

• "Thank you!" And with that, he left. To be honest, you thought this went over remarkably well, until you heard a loud squeak come from Idia.

• "Oh nooo..." He whines, flopping down on his back with his hands covering his face. "He s-saw everything! And he's just gonna try to ignore it! Ouuuuh, t-this is gonna be so awkwaaard...! H-he's too young to have been exposed to something like that... I can never face him again...!"

MALLEUS DRACONIA

• Malleus' affection is almost annoyingly proper.

• He does like to touch you, but it often feels more like you're being pet, if that makes sense. He never really initiates anything more intimate on his own, though you've discovered that he likes hugs.

• So, one day you snap and the next time he tries to (almost condescendingly) pat your head, you grab him and pull him in for a kiss. He makes an adorably startled noise, but then you can feel him chuckling a bit as he wraps his arms around you, kissing you back.

• You pull back and he smiles at you, tilting his head. "You're bold," he purred. "For a human to yank me around like that..."

• "Shut up," you mutter, meeting his lips with your own again. He hums, and the moment is blissful, but it doesn't last.

• "Lord Malleus! Ah, there you are! Lilia has been looking for--" Malleus turns his head, and you look over his shoulder at the disturbance. "E-EH?!"

• "...Sebek," Malleus didn't let go of you as he spoke. "Could you leave us? Let Lilia know I'm... occupied."

• "Y-yes... o-of course," Sebek nodded his head, bewildered and red-faced as he glanced between you and his Lord, still in each other's arms. "I-I'll do that right away!"

• And then he runs off, stumbling a bit on his way. Malleus watches him leave for a moment, then lets out a single soft, amused laugh. "My, he seemed startled. I wonder why. Is it really so shocking to see me with you?"

• "...I think he just wasn't expecting to interrupt us. He's probably mortified."

• "I'm just saying, we don't know if--" "We do know. Megalodons are extinct. They literally cannot survive in the oceans today," he stares you down, hands clasped together in prayer as you can see him desperately trying to keep his cool. "We would know if they still lived."

• "But how could we know, if the ocean still isn't fully explored?" You insisted, watching his eye twitch as you tried to suppress a smile. "Maybe it's just really deep down."

• "That's not possible. The water pressure only allows for microscopic beings to live at that depth, something as big as a megalodon couldn't--"

• "What if they evolved?"

• "Evolved? Faster than they could die out? How long do you think evolution takes?" His pitch raises at the end of his sentence, and you hum, rolling over onto your back to stare at the ceiling from the couch you laid on.

• "Can't viruses evolve in, like, 10 years?"

• "Viruses! Not sharks!"

• "But we don't know that for sure--" "YES WE DO!"

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

• Leona finds watching you ragebait others endlessly entertaining. He'll even join in. You once pretended not to know the difference between concealer and foundation while speaking to Vil, and Leona played along, also acting confused by his fellow Housewarden's increasingly frustrated explanations.

• However, Leona himself is deceptively easy to ragebait as well. He can't take what he dishes out. He'll try to act like it isn't getting to him, but it really, really is.

• What gets to him the most are thinly-veiled insults to his pride, and lose-lose style questions. Stuff like "what would you do if you were athletic?" and "would you rather have never met me or cheat on me right now?" really piss him off, but again, he'll attempt to act unbothered.

• "Leona," you shake him a bit, and he grunts, thankfully not asleep yet as he opens one eye and tilts his head back to look at you. "If I had an identical twin, would you be attracted to them?"

• He stares at you for a long moment before rolling back over. "Good night."

• "Leona." You shake him again, harder when he doesn't respond. "Leona. I'm gonna yank on your tail if you don't answer me."

• "Try it," he growls, and you just grin.

• "Answer me. If I had an identical twin, would-"

• "No." He finally says, and he doesn't get the silence he hoped for.

• "So you don't think I'm pretty?" "Seven..." "You think I'm ugly?" "Go to sleep."

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

• Another hypocrite who thinks it's funny to help you ragebait others, but is very prone to it himself.

• He's especially susceptible to teasing. Azul is quite easily flustered, and as funny as it is to watch him get mad, it's adorable to see how embarrassed he gets when you get all touchy with him out of nowhere, point out how good he looks in a certain outfit, or call him some ridiculous pet name in front of Jade and Floyd. That specific time earned you the silent treatment.

• On the subject of Jade and Floyd, they'd adore you if you were to join in on their occasional team-ups to tease Azul.

• "Zu-zu, can you get me a glass of water?" You ask, watching as Azul's face burns pink and Jade and Floyd both turn to look at him with smiles on their faces.

• "Well? Don't keep them waiting."

• "Right, don't you wanna be a good boyfriend, Zu-zu?"

• After giving Floyd a pointed glare for repeating that nickname, he sighs and stands from his chair. "...Yes, of course." Walking all the way over to the kitchen, pouring a glass of water and bringing it to you, Azul is still clearly a bit flushed by the time he places it on the table in front of you. "Here you are, then."

• You smile with all the glee of a mastermind whose plan just came to fruition as you respond with, "Good boy."

• His face lights up in about 50 shades of red as the twins snicker behind him. "Wooow, they've got you trained real well, huh?"

• "It appears so. Can you make him do any other tricks?"

• "Shut up!"

JAMIL VIPER

• You'd think he'd be better at dealing with ragebait given his experience with Kalim, who has seemingly done nothing but infuriate him every day of his life. But given Jamil's interactions with Azul, I do think he's still affected by ragebait, he just won't actually lose his cool over it most of the time.

• You learn pretty quickly not to get in the way of his work. It pisses him off in a very not-fun way. You once hovered about him as he tried to cook in the kitchen and he was the most irate you'd ever seen him for the rest of the day.

• The most actual fun you can have with him is mutual banter. That way, neither of you get seriously angry at the other. As well as the occasional including him in your antics.

• "How are things going over there?" You ask, eyes glued to your phone as you lounge around on the couch, Jamil busy mopping the floors. He turns his head in your direction and narrows his eyes.

• "You planning on actually helping me?"

• "Not my dorm," you shrug noncommittally. "Not my problem." He rolls his eyes.

• "Yeah, it's not your dorm, which is why I can kick you out if you don't make yourself useful."

• "You're saying just having me here as motivation isn't enough for you? What if I said I'll give you a kiss when you finish?"

• "Creative. What if I said you'll get a foot up the ass if you keep being dead weight?"

• "Hmmm," you lay your head back on the armrest, looking straight up. "I think I'd be more motivated if you promised a reward. Like if you said you'd wear a dress for me if I help out."

• You get hit in the face with a cloth then and break into laughter. "Freak," he scoffs, but as you lift up the cloth, you see a twinge of an amused smile on his face. "Now, seriously. Get up and work."

VIL SCHOENHEIT

• Vil enjoys flirty banter. He'll joke around with you and is fine with light-hearted teasing, as long as it's all kept private. At most, he'll sigh and shake his head at any dirty jokes you make, but that's about it.

• It's an entirely different story when you try to outright ragebait him. I'm sorry to say, but Vil stands on business and is genuinely quite intimidating when he wants to be. If you pull something that he does not like, he makes it very clear that you are never to do anything like that ever again.

• Most of what would provoke that reaction is just trying to embarrass or annoy him in public, however. I see him as loosening up a lot when it's just you two, and there's a lot more he's willing to tolerate when there's no-one else around to witness it. He actually humours you a surprising amount.

• "Would you still love me if I was a worm?" You ask suddenly, and he sighs, cupping your face to tilt it back towards him as he starts to apply blush to your cheekbone.

• "No, dear." He responds, and you fake offense, dropping your mouth open before he promptly closes your jaw again.

• "You wouldn't love me?"

• "Would you love me if I was a worm?"

• "Of course." You say, with an indignant tone as if it's the most obvious answer in the world. He turns your head to the side to apply blush to your other cheek.

• "Well then, why didn't you just find a worm to be your boyfriend instead?"

• "It wouldn't just be a random worm. It'd be me. Like, you'd know it's me."

• He smiles a bit. "Take it as a compliment. Maybe I just like you so much as you are, that I wouldn't be able to stand it if you changed."

• "'Maybe'? Maybe you like me as I am?"

• "Ah-ah, no more talking. I'm applying lipgloss now."

IDIA SHROUD

• Also a ragebaiter. Not only would he ragebait you right back, but he's yet another one on this list who would be quite entertained watching you torment somebody else.

• If there's one thing he doesn't play about though, it's animanga and gaming opinions. Although his reactions are hilarious, I wouldn't recommend actually pissing him off this way because he gets unreasonably mad over it for a very long time. It is that serious to him and it's just not worth dealing with the fallout.

• He definitely trolls random people in online games over voice chat, it's a bonding activity between you two. But once again, he's throwing rocks from glass houses.

• "What is that," you can hear the mocking grin in Idia's voice as his avatar approaches your base. "What is that?"

• "It's my Minecraft house," you say, placing the last bit of dirt down at the entrance. It was a humble little dirt shack, but you made do with what supplies you had. "Do you like it?"

• "Why are you building like we're in poverty? You have diamond armour, you can't be a total noob at this," his high-pitched giggle echoes through your headphones and you wait for him to get closer, which he finally does, opening the oak door to take a look inside. "This is just so sad--"

• He steps on the pressure plate, something beneath the ground sizzles, and the entire structure goes BOOM.

• It does a little damage to you as well, but you survive. Idia was not so lucky. Your screen lags a bit and you realise you probably got a little too eager with the amount of TNT you'd hidden underground, as you can hear him yelling over the call but can barely make out any sentences due to the sudden lag.

• "WHY WOULD--" "--I HAD--" "--YOU'RE A--" You cackle loudly over the small parts of Idia's angry rant you can actually hear, and despite knowing you're going to have to deal with his revenge later (and what revenge it will be - he's very petty and far better at the game than you), you decide this has been worth it.

MALLEUS DRACONIA

• A strange case.

• I don't think he's necessarily immune to being ragebaited - reference back to the Halloween event where he wanted to kill three children - but I do think he's weirdly impervious to it when it comes from you.

• Malleus has three possible reactions to you being a nuisance to him. One; he takes it as banter and will play your game, matching your energy. This includes if you play any kind of prank on him, he may play one back on you just because he thinks that's what the "game" is supposed to be. Prank wars are very possible with him, just know you'll lose.

• Two; he finds your boldness cute and isn't affected by your attempt to make him angry at all. It's a little condescending, which I think is a habit Malleus is unfortunately prone to, but this often ends with him chuckling, patting your head and making some kind of comment about how you're the only human who would dare say anything like this to him.

• Three; he just doesn't get it at all. He doesn't understand what you're saying, why you want to make him mad or doesn't get the joke. This is the worst one because it makes you feel bad.

• There is one specific thing you can do though.

• "Gargoyle!" You shout, pointing excitedly at a statue nearby much like a child. Malleus turns his head and leans over, trying to get a look for himself.

• It does not have a water spout. That is not a gargoyle.