#again hehe

And like a small child, much like how Riddle himself was feeling after he got his senses back, you cry. Falling down and Riddle is already rushing over and catching you before you hit the ground, the ink evaporating and he sees your usual normal self in his arms, passed out but still breathing. And Riddle has never felt so relieved in his entire life.

Your eyes feel heavy.

"[Name]?"

And your body feels cold.

"[Name], please wake up...!"

But even so you can still feel something warm surrounding you, and hear the trembling voice of someone you hold dear calling out to you, their voice trembling and all you want to do is tell them that it's going to be okay. So you try to force your eyes open, being immediately met with a pair of silver eyes: "... Riddle?"

Upon hearing you utter his name, Riddle lets out a sigh of relief, his forehead softly bumping your own, the tears he kept back softly falling down onto your cheeks. His arms which was the source of the warmth you were feeling upon waking up, tremble as he presses you closer to him: "Thank god..."

Your arms feels too heavy and numb for you to raise them, desparately screaming at your muscles to try to move to console the crying boy before you, but then vivid memories of what had just transpired rush back to you. The terrified expression of a wounded Riddle flashing through your mind: "... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, Riddle...!" you croak out, the dorm leader before you only hushing you, pressing his lips to your forehead in an effort to calm you down.

"It's fine now, you're fine now. And that's all that matters."

Leona is incredibly irritated. Irritated at you, for concealing your emotions to the point you overblotted. Irritated at himself, for not noticing sooner and reaching out to you. And irritated at the whole situation, because he feels so hopeless facing your looming form, your face that was usually full of expression was now void of any emotion.

There's no clear anger painted on your face, neither are your cheeks tear stained, you haven't even uttered a word since you had overblotted. You look almost oddly enough, at peace. And the fact that you look at peace in a form that is rapidly killing you is terrifying. But it's the moment Leona thinks about that fact, that he realizes. He doesn't find the current predicament terrifying, it's the thought of losing you in a manner like this that terrifies him.

If beating Azul to his senses worked, the same strategy should work with you right? But Leona can't find it in himself to actually cast any of his magic at you. The hand that is gripping the magical pen trembling slightly. But then he hears you chuckle, and he whips his head towards you to see that you're already staring at him. Or are you staring at all the peronnel that has gathered? He doesn't know.

"How boring," is all you mutter, Leona shifting his eyes from his trembling hand to your form: "Do I have to attack you all before you decide to attack me now? And here I thought this would be a swift end," and Leona promptly snaps at what you had suggested: "Ahh, is that so?!" he growls, "Then how about you stop being moody and calm down so I can properly knock some sense into your skull instead of dawdling around like this?!" he shouts, and he sees mild surprise graze over your otherwise void expression, and that's all he needs to continue to push on.

"You know I don't like hurting you, but if what it takes is one good beating for you to wake up and realize that someone is waiting for you, then be my damn guest. I would rather have the you I'm used to lecturing me than whatever is happening right now," and Leona grits his teeth, digging his own nails into his gloves to not falter as he barks out an order for the other savanaclaw students to get ready for a fight.

There's a soft brush of a finger against your cheek. An all too familiar voice is softly calling out to you. A voice that sounds so fragile and scared, not like the usual confident tone you're used to hearing. Opening your eyes, you're greeted by an all too familiar ceiling, turning your head you see Leona resting against the edge of the bed, staring out towards the scenery of his bedroom, while his finger was still brushing your cheek "... Leona?"

The lion turns around to face you, and you can feel an audible sigh leave his lips as you try to get up. But the scream of your muscles makes you hiss in pain, and you fall down onto the bed again: "... You really didn't hold back did you, how rude," you mutter, hearing a low chuckle come from the lion, who merely leans over your body, arms supporting himself beside your head. The close proximity makes makes his braided lock brush aganst your cheek: "You did ask for a beating, can you blame me?" he mutters, and even though he replies to your joking you can almost hear his quick heartbeat in the quiet room as he bumps his forehead onto your own: "You idiot, making me of all people worry like this."

You only chuckle, lifting your hand to brush your thumb against the scar of his eye. Leona closes his eyes and leans his cheek against your palm, another sigh leaving his mouth: ".... I'm sorry," hearing the whispered apology come from you, Leona opens his eyes to look into your own, seeing the silent tears streaming down from the corner of your eyes and staining his pillow, but there's a soft smile grazing your lips.

And he only hums in response, choosing instead to lean down and give you a kiss: "You better tell me everything you kept hidden the moment you're doing better, then I'll consider accepting that apology."

He needs to calm you? Someone needs to calm him first! Azul is normally a very rational and calm person, but when something or someone he treasures are in danger, that rationality of his gets thrown out the window and he blanks out. It will take either Jade or Floyd to make him snap out of it, and it's only then that he can get a clear look at you.

And you look oddly content in that form. A cynical smile is grazing your lips but your eyes are void of any emotion and yet you're laughing. Not the kind hearted or soft laughter Azul is used to hearing, but a manic laughter full of scorn, your expression twisting in pain every so often as you keep casting every spell you have mastered: "Ahaha, how fun! Look how many spells I can cast, it doesn't even hurt at this point!"

Azul can't even bring himself to even try to fight you. But if he doesn't do something, anything right now he'll risk losing you forever. So he turns towards the twins, gritting his teeth in frustration: "When I overblotted, all it took was being able to make me unconscious right?" he asks, and Jade only nods, still having his eyes trained on you.

"Haha!" another fit of laughter spills from your lips, and Floyd clicks his tongue in annoyance: "Is it so fun to see us struggling, [Name]?" he asks, voice sickly sweet, and you only laugh once again, clapping your hands in glee and Azul feels his blood run cold at the sinister look you throw him: "Oh, I do find it very amusing. I know that Jade and Floyd won't hesitate to hurt me, but Azul? Are you going to hurt me?" you ask, your voice turning from a cheerful tone to a saddened one, however your lips are still turned upwards into a smirk.

"You're right," Azul murmurs in the end: "I could never imagine to hurt you, so I won't," he concludes, taking a deep breath to calm himself down: "Jade. Floyd. I'll provide back-up, go all out to bring [Name] back." And while Jade only glances worryingly over at Azul, Floyd is already throwing himself at you.

There's a familiar scent surrounding you. The scent of the ocean deep along with the smell of paper that has been painted with ink. Turning your head, that you found incredibly hard, your eyes flutter open as you take in the comforting smell: "... Azul," you murmur, the merman sitting on a chair in front of you only humming in response, placing the book he was reading on the bedside table before sitting on the edge of his bed: "Good evening."

He doesn't say anything, but you can tell by his bloodshot eyes that he must've been crying. There's also a lingering warmth on your hand, indicating he was holding onto it a few minutes ago. Lifting your hand, you try to reach your hand towards his face, but Azul merely wraps his hands around your own softly: "Do you have any idea how worried I was?" he murmurs, you only chuckle at his question. "Assuming by how red your eyes are, I would guess I worried you a lot," you whisper.

With another sigh, Azul gently pulls you up into a sitting position. But you're only allowed a momentary sight of how messy his room really is before he's engulfing you in a hug, his face buried in your chest. Feeling him slightly tremble, it takea a moment before you register the tears starting to stain your shirt, your heart immediately wrenching in pain looking at the damage you had done to him: "... Azul, don't cry. You're going to make me feel bad," you try to joke but Azul only shakes his head.