#askwunya

Tohma recovered quickly from his shock. He gave you one appraising look, openly scanning you from head to toe. He hid his smirk behind a gloved hand. 

“My apologies, Inspector. I trust you don’t require any assistance?” He remained rooted to the spot, as if he was actually offering. 

“Out!” You threw a shoe at him, which bounced off the wall a few inches away from his head. He didn’t so much as flinch. 

“I’ll be waiting for you in the hall then. Best not to keep us waiting any longer than necessary.” 

Even after he left, you could still hear the mocking lilt of his voice. 

Luca gaped, appalled at himself for intruding on you at such an improper time. He shut his eyes tight and bowed deeply. 

“My apologies, inspector! I never would have come in if I knew you were unprepared. I’ll see myself out now.” His voice was panicked and words tumbled out in a rush. He covered his eyes when he stood straight. His hand fumbled, searching for the door handle. He slammed the door harder than he intended and berated himself in the hallway. 

Kaito 

A scream made you drop your dress entirely. You looked toward the door to see it flung wide open, as wide as Kaito’s mouth as he gawked at you. His cheeks turned an unsettling shade of red. “I’m sorry! I didn’t know-I didn’t mean!!! You’re so cute-I mean I’m so so sorry!” He tripped over his own shoes trying to pivot and dash out of the room. He fell halfway in the room still, and army crawled out the rest of the way as you followed behind to shut the door properly. 

Alan

You heard the door open and your heart was in your throat when you found him in the doorway, eyes wide and flush creeping up his neck. He blinked a few times and averted his gaze sheepishly. “Sorry… I’ll be outside when you’re ready.” He turned away, unable to resist another glance on his way out. 

Leo whistled at you from the doorway and pulled out his phone. “Damn, Honor Roll, didn’t know you were like that.” He smirked and snapped a picture of your lacy bra and matching underwear. The next picture was photobombed by the shoe flying towards his head. He ducked and managed one more candid shot of you yelling, but your clothes were covering you. Alan had to intimidate him into deleting them later. 

Sho walked in with your food delivery. He was surprised to see so much skin, but as he apologized, he wore a smirk and kept obviously appreciating the view. “I’ll just leave this here.” He takes a few more steps into the room to approach a table to set the takeout bag down, never taking his eyes off of you. The smirk and glimmer in his eyes remained as he left. 

Haru

“Gah!” Your attention was wrenched toward the door, where both Haru and Peekaboo stared at you with wide eyes. Both brazenly continued staring, obviously happy to see you. “Sorry about that! Looking great though, if you ever need a hand-“ You glared at him, and recognizing he was the reason for your ire, Boo bit his hand. “W-wait, I was kidding! I’ll be outside, call me if you need help! I’ll leave Boo with Ren so we can-“ He dodged the thrown shoe and left the room. 

Towa thought nothing of seeing you undressed. He was just so happy to see you. And you did look especially cute without the uniform. So cute he came closer to give you a hug. If you yell at him, he’ll just be hurt and confused, then probably pout but not leave. You were better off getting dressed quickly than expecting him to give you more time. 

Ren 

“Don’t you ever lock your door?”

“Don’t you ever knock?” You retorted. You were in a glaring match that he quickly lost when he glanced down and lost his nerve. “Geez, you’re making me feel like that clown, Haru. Just don’t think anything weird about this. It was an accident, alright?” Ren left the room in a whirl. 

Taiga walked in casually. He closed the door behind him and plopped down on the nearest seat. He openly watched you like seeing you undressed was the most mundane thing in the world. “What are you waiting for, kitten? If you need help, come closer.” A mischievous smile tugged the corner of his lip. You threw your shoe and him and he caught it. “If you want to be feisty, you better start running now.” He leaned forward like he was going to spring off the couch if your next move was the wrong one. You decided to finish dressing quickly and walk out as if he wasn’t there, to deescalate the situation. You snatched your shoe from him and left the room, not caring if he followed. 

Romeo walked in, mid rant about how you dared to take longer than him. He stopped, seeing you were still undressed. “FFS, BB, you’re not even dressed OR done with your hair? What have you been doing all this time! You should know how long your beauty regimen takes by now! And why isn’t your door locked! Don’t just gawk at me, hurry up!!” He slams the door shut on his way out. You can hear the impatient tapping of his shoe outside the door. 

Ritsu made an immediate about face when he saw you, but remained on the spot to spout his apologies and defense into his audio recorder. 

“My sincerest apologies, Inspector! I assure you this intrusion was purely by accident. As this is a public room, know that this does not count as breaking into a private space, nor does my poor timing count as an act of voyeurism.  You may consult later if you require any further explanation, but do not expect reparations as I will represent my own legal counsel. I will wait outside.” He clicked his audio recorder off and stepped back into the hall.  

Subaru gasped and covered his eyes. “I’m so sorry, Inspector! I didn’t realize this room was still in use.” He blushed deeply and chastised himself. “I’ll wait outside. Please excuse me…” He ducked back into the hall, fretting and making himself as small and submissive as possible. 

Haku sucked in a breath at seeing you and leaned against the doorway, looking you up and down. “Must be my lucky day. Haha, just kidding. Sorry princess, promise it was an accident. While I’m here though, need a hand? Happy to help make sure everything fits. No? Okay, okay, I’ll make myself scarce.” He’s disappointed when he’s sent away, and will log the image of you in your underwear into his memory banks for the rest of his life. 

Zenji floated into the room and gasped in shock. 

“My dear, I am so sorry! I did not notice the door was locked!” He floated straight out of the room and was woefully ashamed the rest of the day. But a part of him also liked what he saw, which added to his guilt. He enlisted Haku to guard the door as well, and was ready to raise hell if Haku peeked at you. 

Edward hummed in appreciation for your form. He sat down, as if he was entitled to his own private show. “Turn around for me, you’re covering up your lovely curves.” He made a sad face when you yelled at him, and dramatically acted fragile as possible when you launched your shoe at him. “Now I’m simply too injured to move. I think I’ll just lie down here and enjoy the view.” He reclined on the couch, propping his feet up and tucking a hand behind his head. His ruby eyes were fixed on you as you hurriedly dressed. 

Rui shielded his eyes, leaving his fingers splayed enough to still peek at you because he couldn’t pass up this opportunity. He was flustered, stumbling over his apology. “You look so cute though, it’s going to drive me crazy knowing what you’re wearing underneath that pretty dress. I’ll just see myself out.” He’s slow to leave, wearing a sheepish smile on his way out. 

Lyca

“Huh?? Why are you undressed? Hurry up and put it on. It’s time to go." 

He stared at you expectantly, something tickling the back of his mind that this was somehow a socially unacceptable situation but he didn’t really understand why. He waited impatiently for you to get dressed and led you out the door. 

Yuri blubbered from the doorway, his arm poised like he was going to cover his face, but he couldn’t quite tear his eyes off of your body. “Worm, why are you so indecent?? This is not a checkup and wholly unacceptable!” “You’re the one who barged in! You’re unacceptable!” You yelled and tossed your shoe. He threw curses over his shoulder as he left the room, red as a tomato. 

Jiro stepped in the room, surprised you were taking so long. “You’re still undressed. Are you not feeling well? I can take your temperature if you’re getting ill.” “I’m just not ready, do you mind??” “I don’t mind. But we had better hurry. Yuri is waiting for us.” He wouldn’t avert his gaze as you finished getting dressed, still scanning for any unusual symptoms that might explain your fatigue. He followed you out of the room, unperturbed. 

Jo

“Oh!” Jo smiled, looking you up and down. “Sorry about that.” He switched to femme Jo to make you feel less uncomfortable. Her eyes respectfully stayed on yours, wrinkled at the corners with her kind smile. She stepped far enough inside to close the door to ward off any other intruders.  

“Did you have trouble putting it on? I could help, or use my stigma on it if there’s a problem.” You did feel at ease around her. As a tailor, she was no stranger to fitting rooms. You let her stay and quickly finished getting dressed. 

Mio averted his gaze quickly when he saw you were still getting dressed. “Ah, I didn’t realize. I was just coming in to fix the radiator. I’ll be in the hall until you’re done.” He stole another glance at you, a small twitch on his lips as he left you alone. 

Elias looked you up and down, the corners of his eyes crinkled with delight. “Apologies, I thought you were already out there with Jo.” He took another appreciative glance at you, slowly twirling his lollipop on his tongue as he appeared deep in a daydream. “I’ll wait until you’re done.. Unless…” He retreated at your warning glare. 

Shion

Frostheim: 

Jin Kamurai

Jin’s icy scowl appeared on the creep’s phone. The frost king stood between him and you with a murderous expression. He was far taller than the general student, who he noted was from his dorm. 

The boy paled. He had never been so close to Jin and had only heard stories of the man. He was practically a legend to them, and the king himself appeared as if out of thin air when he was caught creeping. All he could do was gape. 

Jin snatched the student’s arm and his phone fell to the ground with a clatter. He wrenched the student to the side, sending him stumbling towards the door. The foolish creep had the audacity to look at you, who had noticed the exchange and watched in confusion. He cast another glance at his abandoned phone. 

“Leave it,” Jin barked. He didn’t need to touch you to activate his stigma. The kid was already scared enough to obey, and rightly so. Next time he was within reach, he would break a bone or two to teach him a lesson. 

The boy scurried away and Jin retrieved the phone, pocketing it to see how many other unsuspecting women might be in his gallery. There would be repercussions later, even if his servant was the first. 

Jin glanced up at you and quickly averted his gaze. The angle was unfortunate, and he had manners, even if he didn’t consider himself a gentleman. 

“Get down from there and come with me.” 

You descended too slowly for his liking, and on the second step he wrapped an arm around your waist and hauled you with him. The first several steps he took, your feet weren’t even on the ground. He set you down at your protests but didn’t relinquish his hold. The retrieved textbooks were left on the desk near the door and Jin led you to his room for your study hall. 

He had to be sure no one else laid their eyes on you in ways he didn’t approve. 

Tohma Ishibashi

“Quite the view, isn’t it?” 

The student whirled, caught like a cornered rabbit by Tohma of all people, who had a reputation for being unyielding and sadistic. The hard smile on Tohma’s face was as threatening as his narrowed eyes that glinted with amusement and malice. 

“Um, I wasn’t-“ 

“Oh, weren’t you?” Tohma plucked the guy’s phone out of his hand and scrolled through several blurry pictures of your undergarments. “What is this, then?” 

“Nothing, I-“ 

“You’d best run along, now.” Tohma stashed the phone in his jacket’s inner pocket. “We wouldn’t want your girlfriend to notice your wandering attention.” Of course, Tohma already had dirt on him. It was his business to know the who’s who at Darkwick. Not that this boy really warranted any attention, but he was one of Frostheim’s and had a rather poor reputation among his peers. 

The student gaped and scuffled away. Tohma offered you a hand to help you down. 

“I’ll deal with these illicit photos. You have nothing to fear.” 

“You’ll tell his girlfriend, right?” Your tone made it clear you weren’t suggesting the idea to him. It was an order. Tohma’s smile widened, and after hesitation he answered you, as if he hadn’t decided if he would report the creep to his lady friend until you made your expectations known. 

“Of course.” 

Lucas Errant

“Excuse me. You have no right to do that. It is disrespectful.” 

The student sneered at Luca. He had no reason to listen to a rich transfer student who was stuffier than most of the professors. Who did this guy think he was? 

Luca was not phased by the glare. 

“Apologize, and delete all photos you have taken.” 

“Get off by back man- hey!” 

Luca was in his face, gripping the guy's hand and phone so hard the screen cracked. 

“That wasn’t a request.” 

Luca seethed with rage, festered with thinly veiled disgust for the little pervert. 

“Okay, I will! Let me go!” 

“Do it now, then I’ll let you go.” 

You had descended the step stool when the student complied. 

“Now apologize,” Luca ordered.

“I’m sorry, okay!” It was anything but sincere, but all three of you wanted to get this awkward encounter over with. 

“If I ever catch you doing this again, you won’t be let off so easily.” Luca released the student, who scurried away with his dignity ripped to shreds. 

“I’m sorry you had to go through that. I’ll come get you before lunch so I can be there in case anyone else tries to cause you trouble.” Luca walked out of the classroom with a friendly wave, but his smile didn’t reach his eyes. He was deeply unsettled by a creep leering at you. If he didn’t have a class to attend, he would stay by your side as your personal guard and make sure your admirers treated you with the respect you deserved.

Kaito Fuji

Kaito squawked loud enough to startle the creep and several students in the hall. He marched into the classroom, face already turning an alarming shade of red. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, dude? Are you that desperate? Or are you just an asshole?”

“Like you’re any better. Everyone knows you’re girl crazy.” The student laughed at Kaito, despite looking sheepish that he was caught in the act. He tried to make an escape when he noticed you staring at him, confused and distrustful, but Kaito blocked his exit. 

“Don’t lump me in with you, bastard! I would never do that to a girl! But I will show you crazy!” 

Several students had gathered around to watch, murmuring and readying their cameras in case a fight broke out. The student lost his nerve at so many spectators, much less a ghoul being in his face ready to throw down. He shoved his way past the throng of students and disappeared into the hall. Kaito blew out a breath while the spectators dispersed. 

“Thanks Kaito!” You hopped down from the step ladder, balancing the books in your arm and looked to him with a big smile on your face. “That was badass.” 

Kaito nearly toppled over at your praise. He stuttered a few stray syllables, eyes big as saucers that he had come to your rescue and you even thanked him. 

“Don’t mention it,” he squeaked, several octaves higher than normal and made his way to his next class. Finally, he did something he could be proud of, something that made you proud of him. He went through the rest of the day with his insecurities gnawing at him much less than usual. 

Vagastrom:

Alan Mido

The guy found himself suspended with over a foot between him and the ground. Alan had swept him up like a cat, hands hooking under his arms for the student to dangle limply. Alan had him eye level, so he could watch as the student’s predicament dawned on him. 

He had been caught. He had been caught by a guy who had gone to jail for murder. The student gulped, and glanced at the prisoner tattoo on Alan’s right arm. There wasn’t much pressure on his ribs, but Alan’s hands were big, and he could hold a grown man like it was nothing. 

Was he going to die? 

“Drop it.” 

“W-what?” 

“Your phone. Drop it.” He did as he was told, wincing when it hit the ground with a clatter. He gaped when Alan brought his massive foot down on it, crushing the phone into nothing. 

“Hey!” The student tried to flail, kicked at Alan’s legs and swung toward his face. Alan’s fingers dug into his ribs, causing blinding pain that made the student wheeze. When he stopped flailing, Alan’s grip loosened. It was a warning. If he really wanted to do harm, he could probably crush his ribs. Judging by Alan’s expression, the thought had crossed his mind. Alan dropped him unceremoniously, causing his legs to buckle and he fell on his ass. 

Alan’s hands were in his pockets as the guy picked himself off the ground. He waited until their eyes locked. 

“Don’t ever let me catch you looking at her again.” 

The student mumbled that he understood and ran out of the room. Alan glanced at you and looked away sheepishly. He didn’t want you to see him get violent. That wasn’t violent per se, but for a moment he had been livid, and he hoped that hadn’t scared you. 

“Sorry…” 

“Don’t be. Thank you.” 

Alan patted your head, careful not to ruffle your hair too much. A ghost of a smile was on his face as he left the classroom. 

Leo Kurosagi

“Check it out, Honor Roll! You have a simp.” Leo held his phone aloft, filming the student he had just caught in the act. The candid shock was funny as hell. Leo sidled up to the guy and stood next to him so they were both in the shot. 

“Just wait til my followers get a load of this. They’ll love roasting your sorry ass.” Leo flashed a peace sign and stuck out his tongue for the camera as the guy backed away. 

“Wait, don’t! It’s no big deal! I didn’t even see anything.” He slid his shifty gaze to you, to see if either of you bought the lie. 

“Oh, well in that case…” Leo lowered his phone, then feigned a shocked expression. “Oops, accidentally hit send. You better delete all your accounts and lewd photos before you get doxxed.” 

The student trembled, trying to wrap his head around evidence of his peeping going viral. There was no way he could handle thousands of angry Leo fans hounding him for the next several weeks, or months. He left the classroom in a stupor.

Leo laughed at his walk of shame. 

“That was fun. How you gonna thank me, Honor Roll?” 

“Uh, thanks? And did you really post all of that?” You were tempted to check his tiktoks, but you really didn’t want him to find out you followed him. You’d never hear the end of it. 

“Psh, no. I don’t care that much. Just wanted to watch him piss himself. Later!” He waved and sauntered out of the classroom, adjusting his headphones so he could blast some music while he skipped class. 

Sho Haizono 

“The hell are you doing?” 

Sho set aside the food delivery Professor Dante ordered. He pinned the creep with a steely glare, shifting his wrist wraps to cover his knuckles. The guy looked from Sho’s hands, back to him, sensing he was about to get into a fight he had no chance winning. 

Sho cracked his knuckles, sauntering toward him like he knew his prey had nowhere to go. 

“What’s going on?” You asked, looking from the stranger to Sho. You were seated on the step stool. It may as well have been a front row seat in the Pit. You’d seen Sho stalk toward his opponents like that before. Whatever the guy did was enough to really piss him off. Sho was known to be one of the most even-tempered one in Vagastrom, after all. 

“Your admirer here just ordered two black eyes. Delivery fee’s gonna be a bitch to pay up.” Sho’s hand shot out and grabbed the guy’s shirt, holding him steady while he reared back a fist. 

You were a little concerned for the guy. Even ghouls barely stood a chance against Sho’s fists. You were about to protest when the guy started apologizing. 

“I won’t do it again.” He shielded his face with both hands, peeking between them to see if his pleas were getting through to Sho. He was sent stumbling toward the door when Sho swung him that direction. 

“Damn right you won’t.” He ran a hand through his hair, flipping the hanging locks away from his face and took a good look at you. You were watching him expectantly, still unsure what the guy did to warrant the threats. 

“Does he owe you or something?” 

“He does now.” Sho flashed you a cheeky smirk and headed out of the room. 

Jabberwock:

Haru Sagara

Haru sprinted into the room and barreled straight into the creep, who never saw him coming. The student collided with the wall and fell to the floor, dazed. He didn’t even realize he dropped his phone, which Haru kicked into his hand and hid in Peekaboo’s sling. 

Peekaboo angrily ‘booed’ at the guy. A hint of fangs poked out from its fluffy cheeks. Its eyes were trained on him, like it was a guard dog instead of a soft, fluffy anomaly. 

“My bad, buddy! Didn’t see ya there!” He turned away from the guy and offered a hand to help you down. 

“What are you doing here, Haru?” 

“Had some reports to drop off to Professor Hyde. Some new anomalous animals have been under my watch lately. I’m heading back afterward. Want to hang out at the safari?” 

“Sure, I’ve got a free study time next.” You shrugged. If you learned something about the anomalous animals while you were there, surely that counted as studying. 

Haru swept you away without making you worry, but he wasn’t about to forget that student’s face… 

Towa Otonashi

Towa happily entered the room when he saw you, not noticing the guy hovering behind you. You saw Towa first, and then the creep out of the corner of your eye. When you saw the picture of your underwear on his phone, which was still being held near your skirt, you flipped. 

Towa stopped, midway in, confused. He saw that you were angry at the stranger, then looked to see what this person had done to make you angry. He pieced it together when he saw the pictures and you trying to grab his phone to preserve what dignity you had left. 

Towa growled when the guy was batting your hands away and shoved you back until you fell. You weren’t hurt, the step stool broke your fall, but it was enough for Towa to see red. 

He screamed at the student, thunder roaring outside as stormclouds appeared. He snatched the guys phone and threw it out of the window, smashing the glass and soaking it in rain. Lightning struck the phone in the air, frying it beyond any possible use. Towa held his arms out by his sides, shielding you from being seen by the pervert. 

He shook his head at the student, scolding him and pointing at the door for him to leave. 

When the guy was gone, Towa was breathing hard. He didn’t know what to do with his excess anger. He wanted to hurt the guy, break more things, but he didn’t want anyone else to look at you in the way that made you angry. 

If he looked at you now, would that make you angry? 

“Towa, it’s okay.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging him from behind the same way he liked to do to you. “Thank you.” 

Towa sighed, his anger and the storm clouds dissipating as he spun around, still in your arms, to bundle you up with his. He nuzzled the top of your head, keeping you in his warm and protective embrace. 

Ren Shiranami

“Seriously, dude? What are you, some kind of incel?” 

Ren had come in search for you to return something you left at the diner this morning. He had been counting the hours until he could make his escape from that place, with you as the perfect excuse. He wasn’t expecting to find the creep leering at you, however. He couldn’t explain why it made his blood boil. 

“You’re one to talk,” the student retorted. “Everyone knows you’re that good-for-nothing ghoul in Jabberwock.” 

You called out to the student, taking offense for Ren before he had a chance to respond to the aggro. He shot you a glare like you were dirt on the bottom of his shoe. The picture he took of your panties was still on his phone and it dawned on you why Ren came in shouting. 

“Wait til everyone knows you’re a fucking peeping tom.” Ren smirked, pulling up Wickchat to start a gossip thread. He didn’t know who the hell the guy was, but his kind always had bad enough vibes to be pinpointed pretty easily. 

“Whatever. She’s not even that cute.” The student pocketed his phone and made his way out the door. 

“The fuck she’s not! I-I mean.” Ren’s face turned red. He looked to you, then at the students retreating form. He tossed his artifact and captured the guy in the inflatable swim ring. It caught him as he was about to walk out the door, but it was too wide for him to pass through. He bounced off of the doorframe and fell on his back, arms pinned to his sides and a comically shocked expression on his face. 

Ren smirked and took an incriminating picture of the guy. 

“How does it feel, asshole?” 

He was released back into the wild after he deleted the photos he took of you. 

“Thank you, Ren. I didn’t even notice him there.” 

Mortkranken

Yuri Isami

“What do you think you’re doing, worm?”

He’s standing at the doorway, hands on his hips. “Have you taken leave of your senses? I can think of a multiple anomalous viruses that feed on the prefrontal cortexes and temporal lobes, all of which affect one’s behaviors connected to their morality.” 

The student looked confused, then alarmed when Yuri brandished his artifact and came closer, wielding his massive syringe with a mysterious teal liquid shooting from the tip when he depressed the plunger. 

“Our tests are highly invasive, it is unavoidable when he are rooting around for an anomaly that feeds off human brains, hijacking them and causing nefarious actions as a consequence. I have not done a lobotomy in some time. Don’t worry, worm, a genius like me could never lose his touch.” 

The student paled and ran out of the room. Yuri dropped his act and put his artifact away, his manic expression falling back to a judgmental scowl. 

“Honestly, the nerve of these microbes.” 

“Is there really an anomaly like that, Yuri?” 

“Of course not. Not one we have discovered, anyway. He was just a perverted ingrate. I will notify Jiro of what has transpired. If he thought he would simply get away with a fright, he is sorely mistaken!” 

You descended the ladder and put a hand on Yuri’s arm. “Thank you, Yuri,” you said with warm sincerity. 

Yuri’s face flooded with crimson. “I didn’t- It’s not like I did it for you! Hmph!” Yuri straightened his lab coat and marched out of the classroom. 

Jiro Kirisaki

Jiro strode in the room and picked up the leering student by the arm. He dangled off the ground helplessly. The hand holding his phone being crushed with Jiro’s sheer might as the one they dubbed ‘the monster’ stared at him hard enough to bore holes in his soul.

“She wouldn’t appreciate that.” 

“I don’t care what she-“ he cried out when Jiro squeezed his hand. 

“Your metacarpals are fragile, especially at the joints. They will break and cause damage in the tendons, leading to long term complications if not properly treated. I would treat them personally, of course.” A small, unsettling smile curved Jiro’s lips. His eyes narrowed and darkened as his threat weighed heavily in the air between them. 

“Shit, I’m sorry, okay? Let me go!” 

Jiro dropped him on the ground. You swept in while his phone was still unlocked and wiped his entire gallery. You didn’t have time to see how many others he did that to, nor did you care.   

He snatched his phone out of your hand and left, leaving you and Jiro awkwardly in the classroom. 

“So, how many injuries do you treat that you also inflicted?” You asked. 

“Not that many.” Jiro smiled. “But one more today, assuming he doesn’t go to the Darkwick General. I definitely felt a bone snap.” 

Dionysia

Jo Kongoza

“Watch out, cutie.” 

Jo produced his whip and snapped it at the creepy student’s hand. The whip twined around his wrist, and Jo reeled him in with the thorny whip. 

“Peeping at women is hardly respectable behavior, don’t you know?” 

“Why should I be respectable to every bimbo I see?” 

Jo tightened the whip, making the student stumble forward the last several steps until Jo snatched the phone out of his hand. 

He had no inclination of answering such a rude question. 

“Would you like to see a magic trick?” 

“Only if it’ll make you disappear, you freak!” 

“Not me,” Jo hummed. “This.” 

The student looked alarmed, but was too slow to react when Jo flipped the phone caught it in a silk scarf, where it promptly vanish. 

“Viola! If you wish to find it, meet me backstage after one of our shows. You should know I will take the liberty of disposing of any illicit photos I might find.” 

The student, freed from the whip and relieved of his phone, shook his head. “No way I’m attending your freak show. Whole thing’s a fucking scam.” He marched out of the room, grumbling. 

Jo turned to you, a sympathetic smile for what you had to put up with. “That invitation extends to you as well, cutie. Admission is free for honor students, you know.” With a wink and a bow, Jo excused himself, whistling a light and airy tune. 

Mio Susuhara

Mio’s clockwork anomaly spider dashed into the room and snatched the phone with its grappling web. It held the phone in its pedipalps, doing its janky mechanical dance as a taunt. 

You looked around the room for Mio, and spotted him across the hall, controlling the anomaly with a nefarious glint in his eye. When he saw you watching, he flashed you a wink. 

“Give me that, you piece of shit.” 

The student stepped past the blue glowing ring that was around the clockwork spider, setting off its electric field. The phone was fried before the student recovered from the painful shock. 

“What the fuck!” 

Mio sauntered up as if he just happened upon the scene. “There it is. Thanks for finding it. Did it cause you any trouble?” 

“It nuked my fucking phone, dude!” 

“Oh, bummer.” Mio smiled at him, completely unapologetic. 

“You owe me a phone!” 

“Do I? This machinery has built in surveillance, so we can show some faculty the feed and see if they’ll cover it. If not, you’re out of luck. I can’t go around paying for damages out of pocket.” 

The student thought better of having his creeping reviewed by a ghoul, much less the faculty. 

The spider let off another electric field as he weighed his options, shocking his legs. The student briskly left the room, then turned his walk into a jog as the spider chased him, firing volts every few seconds. 

You laughed at the pitiful retreat and thanked Mio, who shrugged off your thanks and gave you a parting wave on his way out. 

Elias Pratt

“Didn’t your mother teach you better?” Elias leaned against the doorframe, frowning at the student with a look of fatherly disappointment. 

He crossed the distance to you and helped you down from the stepladder, then positioned himself between you and the leery student. 

“What are you, her boyfriend?” 

“I can tell you aren’t, from that loaded question,” Elias answered gently. “Which means you have no right to look at her that way. Not that a relationship alone grants you that privilege, mind you.”

Elias walked closer to him with an unsettling smile, until he loomed over the shorter student. 

“Why don’t you and I take a walk? Have a little chat? We can discuss the finer points of how one should treat a lady.” 

“Hard pass, man. I don’t go on mysterious walks with dudes.” 

“But you do go on them with women? Am I understanding that correctly?” Elias clicked his tongue, no longer hiding his distaste behind an overly pleasant mask. “By the way, I wasn’t asking.” 

Elias grabbed the student by the scruff of his uniform shirt and dragged him out of the room. When he got to the door with the yelling and flailing student, he turned around and gave you a kind smile. 

“I’ll be sure to impress upon him the error of his ways.” Elias hadn’t raised his voice, so his soft promise was hard to hear. You understood him though, and he walked away leisurely, carrying the pissed off general student in tow.  

Shion Genkai 

The creep gets his phone knocked out of his hand without warning. It’s pinned to the wall, a joker card embedded in the screen. 

There’s the sound of another card being flicked between Shion’s fingers as he glares from the doorway, golden eyes glittering dangerously. 

“What are you looking at my wife for?” He steps forward slowly, each ominous click of his heels sending a shock up your spine as well as the student, now paralyzed in fear behind you. 

Shion snatches him by the face, his card poised by his throat. “How much of a mess will you make when this explodes out of the back of your head, huh? Wouldn’t it be fun to find out.” 

You’re down the ladder, pulling on Shion’s arm to get his attention. “Okay, okay, thank you, Shion but you don’t have to kill him!” You meet the guy’s panicked look, wondering what it would take to convince Shion to let him go. He was clearly too much of a coward to even talk to you, but this was overkill. 

“Maybe I’ll just take his eyes, then.” The corner of the card prodded the guy’s lower eyelid, the sharp edge digging in his skin. 

“Sorry! I’m sorry! It won’t happen again! Please, don’t.” 

“I know it won’t.” Shion released him and reclaimed his card from the wall. He perched on a desk with a satisfied smile. “I think I’ll stay in here, see if anyone wants to have more fun.” 

Golden rays seeped through the blinds, bathing your and Haku’s entangled forms in warmth. Days you got to sleep in were rare. Rarer still were the ones you got to share with him, basking in each other. The bliss from the night before a still left a delicious ache that you felt every time you stretched.

Every time you woke, you remembered you didn’t have to get up for anything or anyone. The first time you woke to a hardness poking your backside while Haku spooned you. His gentle snores lulled you back to sleep. Sharing your body with him was a promise, one you felt no need to rush since that would likely begin the rest of your day.

The second time you woke was to feather light kisses on your shoulder, leading toward your neck. When you hummed and stretched your back, that insistent hardness was there again. He responded with a roll of his hips, keeping yours against him as his hand caressed your stomach. The kisses paused when you moved. Haku picked up his head to look at your sleepy face, your mussed hair fanning across his pillow, capturing sunlight and saturating that ethereal halo. His breathing hitched and he pressed his open mouth to your neck, the spot that he knew made you sigh so sweetly. While he sucked, you shifted again to cradle his member between your thighs. An appreciative chuckle reverberated from his lips to your neck, sparking nerves all the way to your core, which lightly kissed and wet his cock while you teased him.

These lazy mornings were rare and surreal. You collected them, captured them in crystalline so they wouldn’t meld together and fade away like all the dreams you had of him when you were apart.

Haku was impatient. Foreplay was for your days and long nights. Mornings were pure, easy. Once he could feel you were ready to take him, in mere moments of rubbing between your thighs, he angled his hips to align himself with your entrance and sunk into you.

Morning sex wasn’t loud. It was all soft sighs, hums, shudders and groans. It was basking in a sauna, as opposed to being swept away in the wild and perfect storm of passion that was your nights. It was passionate all the same, eternal, since time itself stopped to watch.

You were wrapped in him, one of his lean arms coiled around your shoulders to keep you pressed against his chest, the other hand on your hip, keeping your back arched so he could take you at that perfect, intimate angle.

Sweat formed like dewdrops on leaves and petals, and together you glowed like gods, worshipping each other in the purest expression of loving devotion.

His stuttering hips coaxed a climax from you as his overtook him, wrapping you both in ambrosial euphoria until the energy was sapped from you. Several moments were silent, but for heavy breaths and hammering heartbeats. You recovered first, twisting so his boneless body slipped out of yours and he flopped onto his back. You picked yourself up and straddled him, pinning him and leaking his seed onto his lap. Delight danced in your eyes as he smiled up at you, completely at your mercy.

“Morning~” you sang, voice still sultry and husky from sleep.

You slowed your steps as you approached their group, hoping to get Haku’s attention and get a word in before your next class. Your relationship with him was fairly new, and you always missed him, even in the brief hours you were apart. When he caught you in the hall, he always insisted on walking you to class, even if that made him late. You were hoping for the same today. 

“I wish you were still across the hall from me. We had a lot of fun sneaking around.” Her suggestive tone made venomous heat flood your veins. Your nails dug into your palm before you realized you had balled your fists, but the light sting was preferable to the festering disgust in your gut. 

“Yeah,” he answered vaguely with a chuckle. 

“Do you miss it too?” She asked sweetly. 

Haku hesitated, bashfully glancing around the hall and spotting you as you passed by. Panic flickered across his face. Panic that you were there, listening. But you didn’t know how he would have answered if you weren’t, and that realization tasted like bile. 

“I’m good. See you around.” He turned on his heel and fell into step with you. You veered away from him wordlessly, even though that meant ducking into a hall that led you further away from your class. 

“Princess,” he called. 

You didn’t want to talk to him. You were so humiliated and you didn’t know why you should feel that way. You knew he had to have admirers, and he definitely had exes since he was such a practiced kisser, but you didn’t want to be confronted with it. You didn’t want to think about how he shared memories with other students that missed him. Really fucking pretty students. 

“Baby.” He called again, a little more stern, a little more pleading. He took you by the hand, and as much as you wanted to wrench away, his long strides could easily keep up with you so there was no getting away without running. The added embarrassment of your avoidance was the last thing you needed. 

He corralled you behind a pillar and leaned in close, concern etched deep in his plastic smile. 

“Hey, don’t worry about that, okay? That was from a long time ago. Before I even met you.” 

“Not if she has her way.” You hated how bitter the words came out, but it was true. 

“She won’t.” Haku raised your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your fingers. “I’m yours. Only yours, and it’s going to stay that way until you’re sick of me.” 

“Maybe that’s now.” 

Haku’s pleading expression fell and you instantly regretted what you said. 

“No, I didn’t mean that. I’m just… I didn’t-” 

“I know.” He masked his hurt with a smile to reassure you. You allowed him to bundle you up in his arms and press his forehead to yours. “Can you skip this class? I don’t want to leave things like this until you forgive me.” 

“… You didn’t do anything wrong.” 

“I could have shut her down better. I wanted to.” 

You looked up to him and saw how earnest he was, practically begging for you to believe him. 

“I’ve missed too many classes already, but you can walk me there. Then we’ll meet up for lunch.” 

“Okay, it’s a date.” Haku relaxed and stepped back to let you out of the corner. You pulled him back in and gave him a searing kiss so he wouldn’t forget exactly who he belonged to. You hoped the hall would remain abandoned while your tongues intertwined. He clung to you like you were his lifeline, breathless when you pulled back. 

“Fuck, princess.” His cheeks were lightly pink as he gave you a kiss-drunk smile. “You sure you can’t skip class?” 

“Come on, before you make me late. That was a reminder, not foreplay.” 

“Could have fooled me.” Haku walked down the hall with you hand-in-hand and was waiting for you when your class was over like he never left. 

~~~~~~

Mio Susuhara 

Mio had taken you on as an assistant soon after your relationship began. It was a way of spending time with him, also teaching you about how to make minor repairs that you could complete yourself. Someday that would allow him some real free time that he would hopefully spend with you. Four hands were better than two, and being a team meant the two of you could tackle two jobs at once. 

He already trusted you on small jobs, which would be assigned based on where on campus needed fixing to minimize the walking distances. He claimed a bigger job he had to oversee from his workshop in Dionysia. With the circus preparing to reopen their shows, he spent more of his time there than running around campus. When he did, he preferred not to go far and left the other jobs to you. 

The final assignment you received from him each day was usually a delivery that brought you back to him, so he could finish up and the two of you could discuss your separate odd jobs, maybe eke in some more training. It usually ended with the two of you in a shower to wash away all the grime, oil and aches. 

You arrive outside his workshop, adjusting your grip on the stack of steel pipes you brought for him. It was more than you expected to have to carry and you were tired and sweaty after the long day. His door was open, he had his back turned to you.

A blonde gymnast that had transferred back to Dionysia hovered behind him. She rested her hip against the center console that controlled the ferris wheel. Their conversation was littered with the clicking of Mio’s crank as he adjusted a loose gear.

“You know, I have some things in my room that needs fixing. Nothing too strenuous. I know how hard they work you all day.” With a more suggestive lilt, she added, “I can make you some lemonade.” The blonde twirled her hair around her finger as he glanced back, surprise written on his features, then understanding. 

“Try not to lean on that, if you could.” 

She wasn’t deterred by him glossing over her obvious proposition. His reaction eased your concerns since he turned her down without a second thought, and hadn’t even seen you yet. 

“Oops, sorry!” She giggled. “I hope you aren’t thinking about punishing me for it.” 

You entered the room and dropped the metal pipes. The deafening clanging sound as they hit the ground and ricocheted off each other made both of them jump. It went on for several arduous seconds as they rolled around the ground, all the while you fixed the flirt with a sardonic grin. 

Her eyes were comically large, her mouth gaping as she recovered from the fright. She pursed her lips and wrinkled her nose at you, irritated by your presence more than the racket. 

“Hey, babe,” Mio called. He wore a knowing smirk. Amusement laced his greeting as he beckoned you over. You passed right by the gymnast and settled under his outstretched arm. 

“You okay? None of that fell on your foot, did it?” 

“I’m fine. Hand slipped.” The dryness in your tone made no attempt to sell your lie. You fixed another pointed glare at the unwelcome third wheel. 

Mio’s attention also returned to her.

“If you just need some simple repairs, my girlfriend can handle those no problem.” None of you missed the emphasis he placed on ‘my girlfriend.’ Pride swelled in your chest at him playing along. 

“And I looove lemonade,” you gushed.

She blinked rapidly, as if suppressing her eyeroll took a physical toll on her. 

“That’s okay, I’ll get my friend to fix it.” She swished her hair as she turned and left the room, stepping over discarded pipes that littered the doorway. 

“Possessive, are we?” Mio chuckled and kissed you, a quick peck since there was some sweat on his upper lip. 

“Very. Get used to it.” Both of you knew you didn’t treat him unfairly, even knowing he was attractive and well liked, especially among women who could appreciate his expertise. He never made a complaint when you took his hand or stood near him when he got lingering, appreciative looks. He liked that you were clingy. 

You looked back to the door, making sure no one else was around. 

“That happen often?” 

He mulled over his answer, choosing his words carefully. 

“It comes with the territory,” Mio said with a dismissive shrug. “I ignore it. You’re enough of a distraction already.” 

“I could be more of a distraction.” Your flirting had much more of an affect on him than the blonde. His eyes glimmered, anticipating how two of you would spend the rest of the evening. 

Now he smiled warmly, too warmly, at one of the ladies who was often seen batting her eyes at him. She reminded you a lot of him, in all the worst ways. Beautiful, blonde and poised, with a calculating glint ever present in her striking blue eyes.

Soon after he caught her attention, he bent at the hip to kiss the back of her hand in greeting, and it made your blood boil.

You knew he did this on occasion. He had done it to you when the two of you were barely acquainted. Yet, since you were his date, his jilted date no less, the polite gesture was like icy water doused over you, barely able to smother the flames of fury that licked at your skin like hellfire.

It was too hot in there, too cold. Poison may as well have flooded your veins. You wanted to leave. There was nothing else for you there. Kaito and Luca chose not to attend. Kaito had too many remedial lessons and needed to study, and Luca stayed behind to help tutor him. You wished you were with them instead. The familiar reliability of your friendship instead of this frozen stupor from having a knife thrust in your heart.

"Slut." Someone next to you growled under his breath, a man you didn't know. His gaze was fixed at the same place yours had been. Was he referring to the girl Tohma was chatting up?

He must have seen you looking at him from his peripherals. He met your sideways glance with one of his own and coughed sheepishly.

"Sorry. I don't usually- It's just. That's my girlfriend."

"Oh." You pitied him. You pitied anyone who had feelings for someone like them. Including yourself. It was a degrading experience the two of you shared, and you whipped that self-pity into petty anger.

"Want to dance?" There was a conspiratorial lilt to your offer. He looked offended at first, then it dawned on him when he met your hard gaze and tight lipped smile. He looked from you to his girlfriend and Tohma talking right next to the dance floor, and connected the dots.

"Yeah," he smirked. "Gotta be better than this." He offered you a hand and led you to the dance floor.

The two of you passed right behind Tohma, the jilted stranger's shoulder nearly brushed against Tohma's, only a whisper of space between their coats when he thought better of the move and passed by without contact.

Your shoulders were squared, your chin in the air as you approached the twirling couples, focusing on the blossoming gowns instead of looking back to see if you caught their attention. That would show weakness, and if you were going to drive this blade between Tohma's ribs as he had yours, you could not afford to show weakness.

The man swept you into the clearing in a waltz. The smooth steps gliding around the room made your chest feel marginally lighter. The relief was momentary, as your heartstring was pulled taut the further you were from Tohma, out of his sight. As you made the round, still wearing a pleasant smile on your face, but gaze unfocused past your dance partner, you saw that Tohma was watching you. His head twisted at a sharp angle, his smile too tight to be his usual mask of false affability.

"Say something funny," you ordered your dance partner, smiling wide and barely moving your lips so Tohma couldn't read them and catch on to the ruse.

"Um." Your partner's gaze shifted while he wracked his brain. He took too long, so you burst into laughter anyway. While he was too slow to come up with a joke, he did recognize what you were doing and his warm laughter harmonized with yours as you danced past Tohma and the woman.

You finished your dance and gave your partner a curtsy. Before you could rise, a cold aura enveloped you both as a lean shadow cut the space between you and the man.

"Mind if I cut in?"

Your dance partner gave you a look, as if asking if you wanted to be left alone with him. He was a nice guy, and you wished him well, however he decided to work things out with his girlfriend. When you give him a nod, he excused himself and returned to the glaring blonde on the edge of the dance floor.

"What the hell was that?" she snapped.

"What? You looked busy."

The arguing couple disappeared into the crowd.

"May I have this dance?" Tohma offered his hand to you. You looked around him, as if weighing your options, then accepted.

Your dance was stiff, no longer putting on a show or hiding that you were annoyed with him. Beyond annoyed. The ache of him inviting you to give more attention to everyone else, especially her, still throbbed.

"It seems I have disappointed you. Forgive me. That took longer than I expected. Many people stopped me for formalities."

"Formalities that you initiated," you pointed out. You had nothing to do but watch, and every conversation he sparked made your heart sink further and further until it was on the floor. You had no patience for his lies.

"You were watching," he mused. You gave him a pointed look, aware he was trying to deflect.

Under the weight of your ire towards him, Tohma relented. His shoulders fell, his hold on you softened.

"You're right. I got caught up in my responsibilities. It seems I am a better host than I am a date."

"Honesty? From you? Thought I'd never see the day." You tossed your hair over your shoulder, still keeping the steps of your dance.

His arms tightened around you again at your biting words.

"Perhaps I took your presence here for granted, but only because I planned on giving you my undivided attention after the party." His voice was low and suggestive. There was almost a pleading look to him.

Perhaps you could forgive him, given the right persuasion and the undivided attention he promised. So long as you got more than a kiss to the hand...

~~~~~~~

Jiro Kirisaki

You were surprised to find Jiro by the sitting lamppost with a small gathering of students. He was supposed to pick you up from Clementia and have lunch with you. When he was late, you texted him and he left you on read. After a few more minutes, you decided to head to Mortkranken, assuming he was busy. You had even put in an order at Sho's food truck so you could deliver Jiro's food yourself.

Three girls were huddled around him. While most of the general students, and even some other ghouls, were afraid of him, they seemed intrigued. Forward, even. One reached up and prodded him on the chest and ran a hand down his bicep. You stopped in your tracks.

He didn't react. Didn't stop her, didn't discourage. You knew it didn't mean anything to him, but therein lie the problem. He allowed it.

How far would he let them go? The idea of them inviting him to spend time with them, when you had so precious little of his attention to yourself made your heart sink.

Was he indulging you too? Going with the flow of whatever was right in front of him at that time? Did any of it matter?

You thought you were used to his calm and his aloofness. It wasn't until now that it dawned on you how little reassurance he ever offered. His presence had been enough before, but when that was stolen from you, what was left? How were you supposed to sustain yourself with these scraps of him?

You moved forward, unwilling to let any more time with him be taken from you. Practically rushing into the group, he noticed you when you broke through the ranks since he was turned partially away from you.

"Jiro! I've been waiting for you," you pouted. Maybe you were acting like the spoiled girlfriend. Maybe it wasn't an act. They needed to see he was spoken for, when he didn't recognize the social cues that would have let him know their intentions weren't appropriate toward someone in a relationship.

"Sorry, I was on my way." He let his fingers interlace when yours when you attached yourself to his arm. "Saw your text when someone called out to me."

There was warmth in his eyes when he looked at you. He didn't have it for them. You clung to this sign of reassurance, but knew you would probably have a talk with him about feeling neglected before it turned into a real problem.

"We're almost halfway through lunch now, better hurry." You led him away from the group. He left them with a small wave, and you shot a venomous glare over your shoulder to the touchy one, who had been seething at your arrival.