#actually normal stuff

This was just supposed to be a normal day. It WAS a normal day.

Until those(coughs loudly.. Adeuce.. cough) two idiots decided to play around with the potions they brewed for their ASSIGNMENTS. Throwing the vials at eachother like water balloons while looking like utter buffoons! How did they get in his dorm?? Their grades most likely hanging on a thread at this rate.. Riddle could only pray to the sevens for them to magically pass Mr. Crewels class since these homosapiens seem think with their—

"Housewarden riddle! Watch out!" Riddle didn't even get a chance to dodge or even use magic to save his lucky stars before a vial was thrown at him at what speeds that could potentially be classified as faster than light itself. Potion spilled all over him, staining his pristine uniform that he took AGES to perfect!

was the world shrinking..?

"Holy smokes—" Ace had his jaw agape because clearly—that furball infront of them was DEFINITELY not their housewarden.. Right? "Uhhh.. Ace?? What do we do??" Deuce looked at ace then ace looked at him. "I dunno?? Ask riddle on how to turn him back???" He pointed towards the cat. Sadly, riddle could only speak in indecipherable meows and cries—sending poor adeuce in distress(let's pretend the translation system isn't here rn for them, ok?)

"Meow meow meow meow meow!!!" Translating for you, dear reader.... (YOU TWO BETTER CLEAN UP YOUR MESS!!!)

"Gang, we are SO cooked." Deuce curled up into a ball at Ace's words "What if we get kicked out from heartslabyul if we don't find a cure??? Are my dreams of being an honor student crushed??" Deuce rocked back and forth like a mental patient "What if we just... Pretend riddle died?" Riddle hissed at Ace, was Ace really asking for his head to roll?? If so, riddle would gladly make it roll.

"Ace.. I think that's a bad idea." Deuce answered the obvious "Well, let's just dash to Mr. Crewel for a cure, so come on!"  Ace dragged deuce with him while riddle could only watch... "A duo of fools.." he thought.

With no leads on how to get him out of this mess and having nothing else to do, he might as well take a stroll(or should I say.. A CATWALK? AHAHHAHAHAHAH GET IT??not funny? Ok...) on school grounds, yes?

His now, new cat body, felt really weird to him. Walking on all fours like this? Yeah, pretty strange for a full time human. And surprisingly, the worst part for him was that his shoes were gone. (Because it somehow magically disappeared) Such a degrading experience makes a grimace shake through his entire body. He could only drown in his misery and lack of shoes..

He reaches a particularly sunny spot at ramshackle, the greenery was in spotless condition. He didn't know that the prefect had a green thumb!(Thought it couldn't compare with heartslabyul's flower bed)What a nice surprise.

And that cobblestone pavement looks.. oddly comfortable. Surely, the prefect wouldn't mind if he could just.. lay down on it for a little while, right?

He lays down on the warmed pavement, feeling the heat seep into his soul. Normally, as a human—he would consider this outrageous behavior and a lack of manners, but now, he isn't one—is he? So it's perfectly fine for him to rest on the cobble ground as a cat. (According to his logic)

Haa.. The sun really felt good on his.. Fur. How long has it been since he's been out in the sun for a bit? Maybe—9 years ago while he was sitting out in the sun with chenya and Trey, laughing with strange people that lured him out of his house. But this time, he doesn't get dragged back home.

He blinks and suddenly he's falling asleep—his senses fading away from the real world while slumber takes him in a slow pace.

Until, something charges straight at him.

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Sitting on your cushioned seat in ramshackle—a cup of warm tea accompanied you and stirred while Grim served as background noise. Like a record on repeat. The sky outside casted hues of blue as the sun shines on the clouds overhead. It was beautiful, as always. It reminds you of the days back in your home world where you would lay down on the grass and mindlessly blow bubbles.

It was one of the things you missed. Sometimes, you wish you could go back to your world and just melt all your worries away. Like the fizz that bubbles up in soda pop.

You turn to grim for a brief second, seeing him chase a toy mouse you bought for a gag. It's funny, seeing a beast chase around a toy like a regular cat. You chuckled at the thought but you decided to aim your attention back towards your window instead.

You look out of ramshackle's outdated windows again, seeing various kinds of greenery and vegetation that you tended to, bloom in radiance. You were proud of your work—obviously. But one particular thing caught your eye.

It was a ball of.. red fluff on the ground? Wait—no, there's ears poking out of it.

Is that what you think it is?

A kitty cat! Its fur looks so soft and fluffy! It's ears are so floppy! Your heart squeezed at the sight. Various alternate thoughts of "What's a cutie like that doing here??" Ran through your mind. Could it possibly abandoned? But who would abandon a kitty like that? And also.. it looks quite well groomed. Hmm, maybe one of Mr. Trein's cat's?

You'll ask Mr. Trein if it's his cat...After you finish playing with it!

You rushed to ramshackle's front door, grabbing your coat. You would have jumped out of the window but considering that in this economy, paying your own medical bills without the help of Crowley, wasn't possible for you and for the fact Crowley barely even pays you enough to replace a broken window..(fuck ass bum💔)

The door flew open, blinding your eyes in the process.

Ah.

You forgot that you haven't been outside of ramshackle for the whole day and now your eyes are used to the dark. Great.

You rub your eyes in pain. "Owowowow!" Even with your eyes closed, the blinding light still carved itself beneath your eyelids. Curse the sun and all it's worth for.

Well, there's still a kitty that would make it feel better!

With your will to live, you push yourself back right up and charge straight for the cat. Scooping it up in your arms and bringing it into ramshackle.

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Riddle's head was spinning! You, his crush, was fawning over him?? Well, not him specifically—his cat form. But still! Was the prefect really like this with cats? Maybe he should walk into rooms more often and get splashed with a potion.. Wait, no! This was improper thinking and highly unethical! He knew better than to act so shamelessly.

Oh how he wishes he could be able to tell you...

You wave the toy infront of his face. He paid attention to his paws. Such toys were frivolous to him as he was of human mind. Instead looking at the appealing state his paws were in after your care. It would make sense that you knew how to groom a cat, you have grim afterall! Color him impressed. He should ask you to help him with taking care of the hedgehogs. It would make a nice date—i mean.. uhhh.. He quickly brushes that aside before anymore thoughts swirl in his head.

He's read the dating manual 101 given to him by cater.. He can do this—ask you out when he's a human..

He could feel grim fill the room with a thick cloud of jealousy. Brrrrr! Sure is getting icy cold in here with the way the beast burnt holes on his back.

Should he do something? He SHOULD do something—

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Ace and deuce were tearing the whole campus up, looking for Mr. Crewel  or any sort of adviser! They can push aside the fact that they might fail in potionology.. They just need to revert their dorm leader back to normal before someone comes looking for him!(And before you genuinely slime the shit out of them)

"Deuce! That's the wrong direction!" Whoops. Turns out deuce slammed into a wall. The stinging sensation flew throughout his form, his limbs twitching like a roach's.

"Gah! Who put that wall there??" Deuce scratched his head.

"It's always been there, idiot!" Ace flicked deuce's forehead, causing deuce to grumble a very unmanly grumble

"Haha! You sound like a girl when you sulk!" Deuce mentally prepared himself for one of Ace's jabs at him, getting ready with his own witty honor-student like come backs

"But it's kinda cute." ...

WHAT.

Was this gay?? Were they GAY for eachother??? Well, love is love as they say and deuce certainly might love ace as much as ace loves him.

"Dude.. Is this romance?" Deuce was bewildered, was Ace really a fruit?? Not that he minds.. of course. (GAY🫵🫵🫵🫵)

"No way dude! It's bromance!" Ace puffed up his chest.

"... Shouldn't we get that potion for riddle?" Deuce changed the subject.

"Oh yeaaahhhhh..! Yup. Now,.let's scram!" Ace pulled deuce up and rode off into sevens knows where.

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Oh Sevens, he was on your LAP now. Scratching behind his ear and cooing at him were doing things to him.. His stomach might be just one of twisted wonderland's best gymnasts with the the way it flips and turns when you softly praise him for being a "good boy"

You softly press your lips against his forehead, it was doing things to him that he wished it wasn't. His little antennas stood straight while a warm feeling in his stomach started to blossom...

Please, someone release him from this public humiliation. (Actually,.don't save him. He's perfectly fine.)

Sadly Fortunately, Ace and Deuce listened to his prayers.

They bust through ramshackle's door simultaneously, clearly out of breath as Deuce held onto the door frame for support.

"PREFECT. UNHAND THE CAT RIGHT NOW." Ace shakily points at the unsuspecting creature that you considered to be a cat(when it's actually riddle)

"What? Why? Do you know his owner?".you tilted your head, unaware of your own situation.

"No! the fact is—" ace gets interrupted by deuce.

"THE CAT DOESN'T HAVE AN OWNER BECAUSE IT'S ACTUALLY RIDDLE!!" Deuce blurted out.

"Geez, did you really have to interrupt me?" Ace remarked. "But yeah, what he's saying IS true! Sooo...." Ace twiddled with his fingers.

If only riddle could speak, he would say "Don't twiddle your fingers!"

"Uh—catch!" Ace threw a vial containing some sort green liquid concoction at the cat on your lap. And then, poof! Riddle's human form appeared on your lap, arms 'round your neck like an intimate scene. You, of course, turned a very vibrant shade of red like any sane person would if they had someone sitting on their lap so intimately. Riddle can't say he was any different either, steam coming out his ears while he was scoring his own shade of red, possibly even brighter than yours.

He scooted off your lap that instant and brushed himself off. Once he regained his composure and his face wasn't steaming red anymore, he bowed down—sending a side cast to the boys on his right. If his glares could talk, they would have already commanded them to follow. Chills ran through their spines and they immediately bowed down like puppets to their master's whim. He apologized sincerely and he offered to make it up to you. Surely, he shouldn't just leave you all embarassed like this, right?

And the next day later, you found a very large bouquet of red roses on fire(the fire is an illusion by practical magic dw guys he wouldn't burn u into a crisp) at your doorstep, signed by riddle.

...

Oh, you thought adeuce would be getting their ass fried back at heartslabyul? Surprisingly, you thought wrong! Riddle let them off just this once and even offered to help them with their potionology project! Yipee! But their housewarden's face was unusually red and it wasn't because of anger... Hmmmm... Even to this day, it remains a mystery for the two homosexuals.

Hiding in the rose bushes again, you stole another petal—slowly stripping the thorned beauty bare as needles draw out your own blood. A small price to pay for "wisdom".

The iron stings your nose, an addictive scent. The red cascades down your digits, a deep ruby red—glistening in the light.

The tips of your fingers pluck out one petal after another, a gentle rhythm you had. The blossoms whisped through the wind, holding kept secrets of affection.

Maybe it'll carry it's way onto him and say the words you've been wanting to say?

Haha, forget about that.

You've finally reached the last petal—thumb and index already working together to reveal the final answer. But someone's booming voice had already interrupted.

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After a busy day of planning, disciplining, and studying—riddle decided to take a stroll in the garden to blow off his stress that Heartslabyul and especially ace were certainly NOT helping.

His hair was already greying at the age of 17.. I mean, who wouldn't while having the stress levels higher than the pile of money kalim keeps when you have a mother that expects the best from you and an entire student body to lead?

He plopped down a nearby bench, letting out a soft sigh of exhaustion "well, I can't run away from my responsibilities." He tells himself.

Rubbing his temples, he heard a rustle in the rose bushes—making him instantly perk up.

Did the hedgehogs go loose again!?

His mind was sent into an immediate frenzy, what if Grim set them out their cages again??

Oh no! Not on his watch!

He hurriedly turned around the corner, almost running through a rose bush in his flurry of panic.

He peeked through the hedge he was watching from, scanning for any loose hedgehogs..

If he finds even one single hedgehog loose,,, it's off with everybody's head.

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You whipped your head around— frazzled, and nearly scrambled away when you realize who the voice belonged to.

It's him, chuckling under the sun, his hand to his mouth while making no means to suppress his jest to save your dignity.

Shit, he just gets prettier and prettier, doesn't he?

Your heart beat was going up, up, up! Feeling it pound in your ears and rush to your face.

"Jumpy now, are we?" He teased, making your face burn more than it already is.

"R—riddle!" You exclaimed.

"W—what are you doing here??" Questioning him, he cleared his throat and his smile eased out, having a more neutral look on his face now.

"Well, I happened to hear rustling in the bushes—and as a sensible person would do, I decided to inspect the garden to see if anything was suspicious." Riddle explained casually.

"I wouldn't happen to know that it was you—plucking out petals while muttering the same things over and over again." A smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Wait..

Was he..

Teasing you!?!?

You had become an outstanding shade of red by then,,,your soul possibly evaporating into the stratosphere. Riddle?? Teasing YOU??

His thumb ran over your knuckles, soothing the numb pain which you didn't even feel the whole time until now— in an instant like a mothers kiss.

".. You should have known better not to pluck out the roses." He scolds—clicking his tongue. How could you be so careless??

He took out a mini first-aid kit out of

"Either way, this is a punishable offence. Yanking out flowers in the Heartslabyul garden, damaging the flora in broad daylight AND without permission is extremely foolish."

Ah, there it is.

"And have you forgotten what day of the week it is today?"

Oh shit.

"..... I—it's Wednesday..?" You meekly reply, preparing for whatever riddle has in stock for you. A collar? An essay? You didn't know either way.

"Exactly. And do you know what the rules say about picking flowers from the gardens on a Wednesday?" He questioned again.

"... Yes." You bowed your head in defeat

"That's what I thought. Now, come along." He says as he drags you to the pits of hell.

Personal knight silver!who gets a knock on the palace doors in Briar Valley—interrupting Lilia's teaching on how to wield a sword properly.

Personal knight silver!who when he opens the door, he was met with a dashing knight in a heavy suit of honor—glinting in the afternoon sun like as if made with gold.

Personal knight silver!who hears the knight's flashy decree that he has been chosen to guard and stand by the side of the princess in the neighboring kingdom—glorifying it and describing the role itself as a throne "higher than the heavens".

Personal knight silver!who has been starstruck by the opportunity to become a REAL KNIGHT! Just like the ones he read in the story books with flowery words and crisp, even pages. Was he gonna be just like those courageous people? Is he finally getting to be the knight in shining armor for once?

Personal knight silver!who immediately rushed after lilia to enthusiastically announce that he has been scouted to be the personal knight of the princess in the neighboring kingdom, to which lilia responds with hurriedly scurrying him to pack a bag and sending him off with a container of his... Cooking(which looks like shut and tastes like it too...) and a little kiss on his forehead.

Personal knight silver!who gets squeezed by malleus as his way of saying "goodbye"(he just wanted to keep silver in his arms one last time since everybody knows the probability of death as a knight and the fragility of mortal beings) and an even rougher squeeze by sebek with his snot and tears and booming voice included(which made his ears ring)

Personal knight silver!who waves goodbye to his family and gets whisked away on a long journey to the neighboring kingdom by the flashy knight (which takes like, 5 hours) on a rough horseback ride.

Personal knight silver!whose belongings start to wobble and jump from the bumpy paths—landing on a particularly rocky and jagged road ahead. "Oh, you're gonna have to buckle up tight for this one, kid." The knight quickly phrased before he striked his whip.

Personal knight silver!who holds on for dear life on the knight's armed waist, hearing the man's laughter ring out in his ears like a gong was being repeatedly stricken. "Ya gonna be just fine, kid."

And just fine he was.(If you don't count falling off the horse.)

Personal knight silver!who immediately gets stuffed in a suit of clad iron once they arrive in the palace—a dashing knight he now was![ - points for being too stuffy..]The shimmer bounced off the palace walls, shoulder pads heavy like a burden. He could barely move! Let alone see.  "So, how'dya feel, kid?" The man asked. "I... Feel fine." (LIES I TELL YOU, LIES.)

Personal knight silver!who hears the older knight's heed. "Never take off your armor infront of the princess. Her parents wish to keep your identity secret considering your ties to Prince malleus Draconia. If you do break this rule.. I'm afraid you will be executed." The knight warned, adjusting the heavy armor on silver's body, beads of sweat trickling down his temple

Personal knight silver!who was escorted to the Royal room, gold and silver hues drapped over the ceiling floors, chandeliers more extravagant than his vivid imagination could conjure up—sunlight filtering through the grand windows—wait, was he falling asleep?

Personal knight silver!who was quickly shook awake by the stomp of a scepter, sending the room into obedience. Knights falling in position, backs straight and chin raised. The old man beside him pinched his left ass cheek, a sign to kneel before the throne. And like the good boy silver was, he immediately dropped to his knees, his gloved hand on his chest.

Personal knight silver!who felt his heart skip a beat once he caught your gaze, the gold rays hit your face in just the right ways, your eyes sparkled like diamonds through the light even as it held authority. So this was the princess? You were just.. wow. Wait, are those flowers blooming behind you in 2000's shoujo manga fashion?

Personal knight silver!who swallows hard, face flushing behind the iron visage. "How can anyone be that beautiful?" He told himself repeatedly in his mind before he heard a heavy voice bring him back to the present. "Princess, meet your new knight." "Another one? Didn't the last one die?" You unknowingly reinforced anxiety in silver's chest, but he couldn't blame you for being wary. "I promise, princess. This one is not as fragile as he seems." The knight persuaded. You, who let your guard down, finally caved in. "Fine."

Personal knight silver! Who, from that day on, only fell harder for you. Letting you craft him flower crowns during a slow afternoon in the meadows, you teaching him how to braid your hair—his nimble fingers threading through your soft locks as you recited a book for your "princess duties".

Personal knight silver!who held you in his arms while you sobbed your eyes out, telling him that you have been promised to another man—his own tears slipping but he mustn't let you know, he's your knight afterall;he should be the one comforting you. He rubbed your back in small, gentle circles as you hiccuped from how much you've been crying, your eyes tired like there was no hope.

Personal knight silver!who loudly objects at your wedding, voice echoing through the altar as the priest dropped his book, jaw agape. No one has ever objected at a royal wedding before, nor has anyone been bold enough to. He can't lose you like this, not now.

The sunlight streamed in, hitting your face while you toss and turn..

Riddle waits patiently for you to wake up, sitting on a chair stiffly as he read a book he found in the ramshackle's library.

His gloved hands turn the pages—leaving a mark of his presence.

The tea on his side going cold, lemon tea with 2 sugar cubes as rule 339# states;"The post-meal beverage must be lemon tea with 2 sugar cubes."

The steam rises from the cup slightly—theres still hope that it may remain warm.

He glanced at your sleeping body, you looked more.. peaceful than when you were awake—always having a scowl on your face.

Did you hate him? Or does he hate you?

Your arms folded neatly on your chest that rises and falls—a relaxed posture you had.

His gaze softened, a smile tugging on his lips. He brushed away a stray lock gently wisping on your face.

You looked more at ease.

He abruptly looks away, reminding himself that staring at people—even when they're unconscious was rude and uncouth behavior.

He tried distracting himself with the thick book on his lap, classic literature—of course,

Failing,His attention was divided between you and the book—the book seems to be in the lead in this imaginary race.

[System stats:] Book:01      You:0

Although, it was interrupted by a sudden creak.

The door swings open, revealing a way too familiar figure.

It was grim!

Grim went hostile at the sight of Riddle—getting into a defensive position as he hissed at the intruder.

"You! You're that red-head that collared me!" Grim pointed an accusing paw at him—his bow shifting slightly.

Riddle looked down at the humanoid cat with slight annoyance—pushing a finger to his lips as he hushed the cat.

"I expect that you have some manners for your upperclassman." Riddle's sharp tone cuts through the air, earning a pale look from grim for a split second.

But don't worry! Grim recovered shortly from that temporary scare!

"Excuse you?? AKIN ko toh dorm!" The audacity in grim's voice was evident

"Do you really think I would listen to YOU? What are you doing with my henchman!" It was cute on how much grim cared about you, even though he was a greedy cat—he still cared.

Well, you pay his bills afterall.

"Silence!" Riddle exclaimed—his face burning bright red with boiling anger.

With a flick of his pen and a shout of a fairly acquainted group of words—grim's magic was sealed.

The two continued arguing and countering eachother until they heard a rustle in your direction..

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Grey eyes.. Red hair.. An altar..That was all you could remember from your dream—nonetheless, you sit up right and rub your eyes.

Your vision eventually adjusts to your surroundings, you see a grim currently bitting on somebody's leg?

When you look up to the owner of that leg—you see.. RIDDLE??

Blood gushed out from your nose—causing Riddle's shoulders to jump while he reached for a paper towel.

He dabbed it lightly under your nose as grim checked you for injuries."Prefect?? What's wrong?? Did you catch an aliment??" Riddle worriedly bombards you with questions while you were simply shaking from the sight of his face

."I—ok lang ko!" You timidly reply while your faces was turning 50 shades of red every 5 seconds.

You eventually mellow down though, ceasing your racing heart

."Tignan mo ang gawa mo sa henchman ko!" Grim angrily yells—attempting to headbutt Riddle.

"Keep your feline companion under control, prefect." Riddle's eye twitched slightly—his hand acting as a barrier against grim's sad excuse of an attack.

"I just woke up?? Can't you give me a break??" Your mood did a 360 degree flip as you complained loudly while still recovering from your grogginess.

You loved him, really, but sometimes you just wanna pluck your hairs out one by one whenever he opens his mouth.

"What happened anyway??" Raising an eyebrow—you try to straighten out your bed hair but riddle handed you a hairbrush as in a response to that.

"You had fainted earlier in the headmage's office." Riddle replied calmly—taking a sip of his tea while he gave you a side glance.

You combed through the tangled strands of your head while still in a dazed state.You let out another yawn, triggering a reaction from riddle to 'please cover your mouth when you yawn, it's quite impolite not to.'

Once the strands had been fully freed and pulled away from each other, you turn your attention towards riddle.

"Oh.. So.. Who carried me here? Surely I couldn't have moved on my own?" Rubbing your eyes, you ask the man a seemingly innocent question..

"Well.. This might be a tad bit embarassing to admit.." Riddle cleared his throat—setting his tea aside for obviously more important matters.

"It was me who carried you here.." Riddle confesses, Fanning himself with his collar while it suddenly got hotter.. Huh, funny thing is that the sun started to be hidden by the clouds.

Was it embarassment? Humiliation? As long as he felt it definitely wasn't you giving him the hots.

Your face went an extremely vivid shade of red as blood shot out from your nose—trinkling down your cleft to your lips.. Ew...

You scurily turn around, facing the wall with your hands on your cheeks—feeling the warmth.

Omgomgomgomgomg!!! He really carried you here?? How strong is he?? Could he be secretly jacked underneath those clothes??

You shake your head although, trying not be caught up in your fantasies infront of the one you were fantasizing about!

You slowly turn around again, seemingly to mimic a robotic machine according to riddle's point of view.

"Aha! Soooooo .." Wiping the blood off, you attempt to steer the conversation to another direction, looking to the side as to avoid his gaze.

Sevens, you were such a fucking loser in front of this man.

"Hm?" Riddle rose an eyebrow, giving you a deadpanned look. His stormy gaze focusing on you now—the book on his lap was long, loooongggg forgotten.

[System updated] Book:01     You:01

He tapped his foot in a steady rhythm—you were so uneasy under his gaze.. He should ask you if he had made you uncomfortable in a.. past experience.

"Can I have your number?—For project purposes, obviously!" Clarifying, you hope he doesn't get the wrong idea..(the wrong idea was probably the right idea.)

"Hm, I suppose you can. Hand me over your cecullar device." Riddle outstretched a gloved hand, his delicate digits curving slightly so he doesn't risk accidentally dropping an item that probably took you a month just to buy because of Crowley's insufficient lack of generosity.

He wondered what was your wallpaper—a picture of grim or something of your aesthetic? He paid attention to your bedazzled phone case—"hm, good taste." He silently approved.

You gingerly placed your trust in him with your baby but not before encoding your secret password!

The sound of your neatly trimmed nails flicking against the screen going at an average speed of 398kph with your customized hello Kitty keyboard was awfully audible. Riddle was pretty curious on how you could type that fast, peering in onto your screen.

You quickly shove his face away though with a reason of "privacy". Your phone had 5 levels of complex security and protection to make sure grim won't install a game that he found in an ad and accidentally gave you a virus so bad that you had to turn to idia to fix it with a hefty price of merch of his favorite heroine that probably costed more than your wallet.

And also your neatly collected pictures of Riddle saved at an album fully dedicated to him in your gallery that you had obtained mysteriously.

Finally getting through all the nooks and crannies of your extremely heavily guarded phone, you handed it over to your contact.

Riddle just stood astounded—having this much protection was unethical!

"Uhm.. prefect.. I have a question if that isn't rude to ask." He stared at you for a long while in hesitance before spitting it out.

"Why do you keep your device so heavily guarded?" He questioned you, pointing towards the device in question.

You chuckled in return—the awkward kind, not the funny kind.

"Figure it out, genius." Stirring away the conversation once again with sweat cascading down your asscheeks, you smirked smugly at him, a fire glinting in your eyes.

You knew what you were doing.

Riddle's brows knitted together, you've just lost his gain of respect towards you!

[System updated:] Reader -1 point Server notes:fumbled fine shyt

"Prefect, if you would be so kind—please just address me as riddle." Riddle spoke in discomfort and annoyance as he got war flashbacks from floyd before snatching your phone and inputting his own digits.

Wait..

Does this mean..

YOU HAVE BAGGED FINE SHYT??

System updated: Stats:Reader is in a delusional state. Server notes:snap out of it bitch.

On the outside, your face was a blank slate—showing no absolute signs of what you were feeling on the inside.

But on the inside? YOU WERE ESTATIC! Rolling around and kicking your feet as your world became all sunshine and unicorn farts.

As riddle left the room, you switched to a GC that could get you and your squad expelled if leaked.