#also reader is white

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Perfect is all you need to be. As a Ro’meave, it’s your role to be the perfect daughter of your beloved parents— taking in extracurricular activities, concerts and contests.

You shaped yourself to strive for success, reach higher than anyone has ever reached.

Best Dancer of Phoenix Drop, leader of the dance club, ranking along with top students, popularity— you have it all.

Taking in a deep breath, you look around the gym. Stalls of different unique clubs formed orderly. Yours blends in with the others, the only difference is the large sign spelling out “DANCE CLUB” in a cute font.

The gym door slammed open as students started to dart around the area, looking for the club perfect for them.

A good few lined up in front of your stall, signing their names. You can see in their eyes the excitement and nervousness they have in their new chapter in life.

After half an hour of talking and instructions, you asked a member of your club to supervise the stall while you go and walk around.

Going around the gym, something in the air catches your eye…

A ball???

Thud!

“Travis!” A voice echoed through the gym then immediately you ran up to where the voice came from.

Of course, it was Katelyn… her laugh got louder as you went up to her. “Nice catch, dork!” The blue haired girl said, a grin plastered on her face.

Soon after Laurance— your twin brother’s friend came over, telling Katelyn to stop teasing the freshmen.

You huff, walking over to the scene. A white haired boy— you assume is Travis, sprawled on the floor. Quickly, you walk over to check if the poor boy was ok, he was… somewhat responsive, only letting a few words come out of his mouth.

Slowly you carry the guy to a nearby chair so he at least won’t be laying on the floor, “I-is he ok?” A quiet voice said behind you.

Turning your head, your eyes gazed down at a smaller figure— roughly around where your chin would start. She had raven hair, dark brown eyes and brown skin.

You hum, looking at the guy you are holding in your arms. “He should be fine, he might be a bit dizzy when he wakes up.” You said as you placed him down. “I also suggest you go and get him a bottle of water.”

The girl confidently nods as she moves towards the vending machine, then she stops once Garroth— your twin brother talked to her. She acted more jittery towards him. As well as you noticed the red tint in her cheeks.

You sigh, looks like there’s another one. Let’s just hope she’s not as crazy as the others. Ivy is already a headache for you— even if she’s your friend, it still irritates you how she would constantly ask about your brother.

Just as you were about to leave the unconscious guy as soon as his friend came back, Laurance came by with an ice pack in his hand.

You paused, looking at him with a sheepish smile. He smiles at you back with a wink. Typically, Laurance “Casanova” Zvahl. “Let me handle that.” You take the ice pack from his hand and gently pressing it to where you think the ball has hit him.

“Beautiful and kind, how lovely.” Laurance said beside you smoothly. You playfully roll your eyes in response.

“Of course, can’t let this guy be alone while his friend grabs him water.” Finding the perfect balance, you let go of the ice pack on his white haired head and hoped to Irene that it won’t fall.

Shortly after, the short girl came back with a water bottle in her hand. “Oh, L-laurance! Hi!” She gave the taller man a quick wave before focusing on you.

“Thank you for helping him…” she waits for a response, her eyes drifting down on your ID.

“[Name].” you said, adjusting the ice pack on the younger man’s head. “Well, I should be going then. I’ll be around if you need anything.”

Once your head is turned, you hear the girl become nervous once again as she talks to Laurance. Hm, a 2 in 1. Lovely, hopefully that won’t escalate into a larger harem—

“[Name], how’s your club doing?” Laurance jogged to your side, your eyes flicked to the side as you felt a warmth make its way to your cheeks.

“Fine, a few students joined.” You said, “ Though, I’m glad to see that there are still people drooling over you and my brother.” Teasing, you lightly nudge his elbow.

Laurance reaches his elbow, acting as if the action hurt him. A light chuckle came out of him which almost made your heart rate faster. Almost.

“You know, you’re not the only one with a fan group.” He leans in, his head hovering over your shoulder as he points at the small group of guys and girls looking— ogling at you.

With your index finger to his chin, you swiftly pull his head away from your shoulder. “With you being this close to me, people will start shipping us.” You tap the tip of his nose, quickly noticing the small pink tint on his cheeks.

From a distance, you hear one— maybe two of the girls of the group Laurance had pointed earlier squeel. “Maybe they’ve already had, Cycy.” Hearing your family nickname, a nickname your mother had given you, your cheeks flushed. A red tint covered your whole face— ‘like a tomato’ Garroth once said.

Then laughter came from the man in front of you, “Oh my Irene! Your face is so cute when you do that.” You stammer for a second before playfully slapping Laurance on his arm.

Still giggling, he apologized. Stopping you from slapping him any further, he holds your hand— gentle, soft even if his hands were rougher due to the constant training, it still felt nice. You pause looking at how his hand held yours then at his face— that playful grin still on his face.

You pull your hand back to your side, a soft hum escapes your lips. “Maybe you should treat me at lunch then I’ll forgive you.” You look at him with a mischievous smile on your face.

“Right after you have just slapped me?” He tilts his head, “I say that makes us eve—“

You walk away from him, your head over your shoulder as you stick your tongue out at him. He does the same as well followed by another chuckle.

He catches up to you again. With an exaggerated sigh, he said “Fineee,” prolonging the word, “I’ll treat you for lunch.”

You flash a toothy smile at him, “Yay! Now, I have to go back to my club.” You reach out to lightly pinch his cheek, “don’t make everyone fall for you. Save some for us, Casanova.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He slowly pulls your hand away from his face.

Later that day, he stayed true to his words— a second tray of food sits beside his own tray on the cafeteria lunch table.

As you approach him, you sense a figure come up behind you. Turning your head, Garroth goes over to hug you.

“Hey! I can’t breathe—“

“Let me hug my BIG sister!”

“We are only TEN MINUTES APART—“

You push him away, making your way to Laurance’s table with Garroth trailing behind you.

Laurance’s expression softens as you walk up to him. He gives you and your brother a small wave before pushing your lunch towards you. Seems like he got you the food you usually order, “Now when did you get my cafeteria order memorized?”

He replies with a hum and a shrug on the shoulder. Meanwhile Garroth looks at Laurance with a fake sad face, sitting down on the chair in front of him, “Why didn’t I get a treat?”

“Because I’m the better twin.” You said casually, taking a spoonful of your food. You earned a chuckle from Laurance, “well… I’d be lying if I disagree,” he said.

“Who’s best friend are you exactly?” Garroth asks before standing up to grab his own food.

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