Trey is pragmatic, the ‘big brother’ type, yet under that calm lies a quiet fear of loss.
At first, he’d tell himself it was an accident. That he’ll find a way to fix it. He would stay outwardly composed, reassuring you that “It’s fine, don’t panic, I’ll find a way.”
But eventually Trey’s steady composure would crack in isolation. He’s someone who values stability, and knowing he single-handedly severed his beloved from their home would gnaw at him like guilt-ridden rot.
He’d cling tighter, baking treats, keeping you busy, anything to make this unnatural permanence feel normal. But beneath every smile is the knowledge: you didn’t choose to stay. He forced it.
Cater Diamond
Cater thrives on connection but fears being forgotten, abandoned, or left behind. Breaking the mirror would be half-impulse, half-desperation.
For a fleeting second, he’d smile: “Guess that’s one less thing to worry about, right?” trying to disguise possessiveness as lightheartedness.
But once the adrenaline fades, Cater’s insecurities bloom. He’d obsess over whether his beloved resents him for it. Would you secretly hate him? Would you leave him anyway, in other ways?
His desperation for validation would deepen. He’d flood you with attention, social facades slipping into cracks of paranoia. He broke the mirror because he couldn’t stand being left behind, but now he has to live with the silence of knowing you might never forgive him.
Leona Kingscholar
Leona is prideful, cynical, and simmering with unspoken yearning. Breaking the mirror would be intentional.
He’d justify it as “Why bother going back? Everything you need is right here.” To him, if something precious is within reach, he’ll keep it, no matter how selfish.
But the mirror’s shards would taunt him: proof that he had no faith in your choice to stay willingly. Deep down, he knows he trapped you.
Over time, Leona’s paranoia would grow corrosive. Every look, every sigh from you would become a test. Did you mean it when you smiled? Or are you dreaming of escape? His love becomes a cage, built of both possessiveness and fear of losing the one person who might have loved him freely.
Vil Schoenheit
Vil’s obsession with control, beauty, and perfection would manifest in a chilling way.
Breaking the mirror would be deliberate, disguised as care: “That world didn’t deserve you. You belong somewhere you’ll be truly seen.”
But in Vil’s mind, the destruction of the mirror is not a sin, but a necessity, like trimming away flaws. He’d recast your imprisonment as salvation.
His love would turn suffocating, framed as cultivation. He’d refine you, dress you, mold you. If you were stolen from him once, never again.
Yet every now and then, when your eyes linger too long on the horizon, Vil would feel a quiet terror: the shards of the mirror cutting into his conscience, whispering that perfection built on force is only ruin.
Rook Hunt
Rook would shatter the mirror with romantic fervor.
He’d frame it as a declaration: “Now, mon cœr, you are forever entwined with this world. With me.”
His devotion would be terrifyingly sincere. He’d adore you, paint your captivity as destiny, and make even the horror sound beautiful.
But beneath his poetic mask, he knows he committed a crime of selfishness. He wouldn’t admit it, but he’d watch you with vigilance. His love, half worship, half predator’s hunger, would never let you forget that the choice was stolen.
To Rook, its tragedy made divine: your bond sealed not by love alone, but by irreversible destruction.
Idia Shroud
Idia’s insecurity runs deep, but so does his desperation for control in a world where he feels powerless. Breaking the mirror would be labeled as an accident — even when deep down it was in fact a conscious choice, born of fear and obsession.
At first, he’d whisper rationalizations to himself, voice low but laced with intensity: “If she goes back, she’ll forget me. She’ll leave me. She’ll move on, just like everyone else. That’s not fair. Not when I finally got someone to choose me.”
When he smashes the mirror, it’s deliberate. His hands might shake, but his eyes would be bright, feverish — the kind of manic fire when his ego surges for seconds before dying down. In that moment, he’s not the stuttering recluse. He’s the one with the upper hand, the one rewriting the rules.
To his beloved, he’d frame it like an inevitability: “You were never gonna go back, right? Heh. I just… made sure of it. No big deal. Game over, bad ending for them — happy ending for us.” He’d speak with a smirk that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, masking terror with bravado.
Over time, though, the cracks would show. He’d oscillate, one moment smug, reveling in the fact that now you’d be his forever, and the next moment plagued by paranoia that you resent him. His mind would cast the situation as a save he can’t reload, a route he can’t undo. That would both thrill and terrify him.
His possessiveness would sharpen into something unyielding. He’d monitor you, rationalize surveillance as “just in case,” and dismiss your protests with a bite of sarcasm: “Oh, so now I’m the villain? Weren’t you crying the other day, telling me how the other world made you lonely? I’m not saying you should be thanking me–D-don’t look at me like that… J-just tell me you’ll stay.”
Idia breaking the mirror is the strike of someone who knows he can’t risk losing the only thing anchoring him. It’s calculated, selfish, and terrifyingly lucid. The act of someone who embraces his own hypocrisy because it’s the only way to keep what he wants.
Malleus Draconia
Malleus, centenarian, lonely and aching for companionship, would see breaking the mirror as a fateful act.
His reasoning would be solemn: “This world has denied me too much. I will not let it take you as well.”
Unlike others, he wouldn’t see it as theft, but justice. The mirror is merely another cruel gatekeeper between him and happiness.
Yet his beloved’s quiet sadness would wound him deeply. He loves fiercely, with possessive longing, but also with a child’s fragility. If you mourn your lost home, he would rage against the unfairness of fate, destroying himself with guilt even as he insists: “Stay. Please. I cannot be alone again.”
For Malleus, breaking the mirror would be the most selfish and most vulnerable act of his life, binding you to him in both love and tragedy.
Lilia Vanrouge
Lilia, mischievous yet wise, would break the mirror with a smile, even while the weight beneath would be devastating.
He’d joke lightly: “Oops. Looks like you’re stuck with me~” but the laughter hides a hollow ring.
Unlike most of them, Lilia knows exactly what he’s done and what it means. He’s lived centuries, he understands that ripping someone from their world is monstrous.
His charm would cover guilt, but it would eat at him in quiet moments. He’d become overly doting, almost suffocating in his attempts to keep his beloved happy, as if he could erase your loss with tenderness.
Yet he’d know, deep down, that time cannot erase the truth: he chained someone’s fate to his own. And time is all he has.
Chenya
Chenya, whimsical and chaotic, would shatter the mirror playfully. The consequences would only weigh in strange ways.
To him, it might feel like a game at first: “Well, no going back now! Ain’t that curious?” He thrives on madness, but beneath it lies awareness.
As the reality sinks in, his smile would twist, still playful, but more desperate. Chaos distracts from loneliness, yes. Now, he’s tied someone to that chaos forever, you won’t be lonely anymore.
He’d flit in and out, unpredictable, never letting you feel secure. Part of him would fear you’ll hate him, so he keeps everything off balance, as though confusion itself could keep you close.
For Chenya, the broken mirror isn’t tragedy or romance, it’s the whim of a mad boy. And his beloved is now bound to dance in it with him.
Rollo Flamme
Rollo, hypocritical and obsessive, would shatter the mirror with fire in his eyes.
To him, it would be holy: “That world was corrupt more so than this one. Here, you can at least be pure. I have saved you from its poison.”
You regret ever telling him about your world.
He’d recast the act as salvation, trapping you in his suffocating ideals. Every protest would be met with sermons: “In time, you will thank me. You will see the truth.”
But even as he cloaks it in righteousness, the truth is much more simple: he couldn’t bear to lose you. He destroyed your freedom to soothe his own obsession.
His love would be a pyre devouring, sanctimonious, and utterly inescapable. He would never see himself as cruel, but as savior. Which, in many ways, is the most terrifying form of imprisonment.
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The halls of NRC, the dark warmth of Ramshackle Dorm, the chilly winters of Sage Island, the bright summer sands of the beaches off campus. He could kiss you anywhere, and everywhere.
But, dear Prefect, just how does he do it? That truly is the question, isn’t it?
or: the NRC boys (minus ortho, plus rollo and the known RSA boys as of 5/11/26) and how they kiss you
warnings: kissing, malleus always sounds weirdly sexual no matter how i write him but i think that’s just because that’s his vibe, implied 16+ scenarios (if you squint and spin your brain on your finger like a basketball i guess), religion mentions in rollo’s
Riddle Rosehearts
when riddle kisses you, it’s a little clumsy, like he’s not used to it
he never does grow out of that awkward moment right before the kiss
you bump noses everytime → you both try to move the same way and laugh when it just keeps happening
he melts into kisses every. single. time. his hands always find your face after he finds his rhythm
he tastes like strawberry tart and lemon teas
he can never kiss you without turning bright red → he stutters over every word when you pull away
he will never ask you, nor will he initiate ← you will know his desire by the hand on your knuckles and the way his eyes follow your mouth when you speak to him, but nothing more will be spoken
read his cues. he will be endlessly grateful
as your relationship progresses, he will become more comfortable with initiating contact, so just be patient with him!
he will always kiss you goodnight, even if you’re angry, even if he’s angry. he wants you to know he loves you even in anger.
Trey Clover
trey kisses you deliberately, half teasing half loving
this is never a quick endeavor → he holds you by the jaw and pulls you in deeply no matter what kind of kiss it is
goodbye kiss? it lasts at least ten seconds. same for any others
he wants you to know that he’s thought about it, that he’s not taking you lightly. his kisses reflect that thought process
he always tastes faintly of some kind of batter, but it’s always a little different every time he pulls you in
his hands find your waist and settle there with purpose as you kiss
if you put your hands in his hair he will marry you
take his hat off as you kiss him in front of his dorm room and you might just spend the night → he wants you to know him the way no one else does
Cater Diamond
cater kisses with the kind of avoidance that only comes from getting used to leaving
he’s never quite there when he kisses you casually → he pecks your lips or kisses your cheeks but he walks on eggshells over the idea of being that vulnerable
he claims any public space is a trashy space to make out in → he doesn’t wanna suck face in the hallways of NRC likes two horny side characters in a 2000s romcom
but… if you give him time, he’s worth the wait
he kisses with desperation, emotion you are rarely allowed to see
quick kisses are plastered on magicam like paint on roses but he won’t ever take a picture of the way you smile when he puts his palm on the back of your neck
the first time you kissed for real, he started to cry
kissing you is like air to him, he feels like he’s been choking for his whole life until he felt the way you melt into his lips and his arms
he feels understood when it’s just you and him, and he can’t help but get scared that he’ll have to leave once more
he tried to push you away, but the feeling of your lips on his threw those plans out the window
he tastes like spicy ramen and chips almost every time → sometimes he tastes like spearmint gum (like your first kiss; he was nervous, okay!) and you know he planned on kissing you the whole time
Ace Trappola
when ace kisses you in public, it’s peppered with a raspberry and a joke
he’s determined to make you laugh every time → you roll your eyes and wipe his spit off your cheek and he is so in love with you it’s not even funny anymore
your first kiss he accidentally smacked into you and bit his tongue → he won’t make that mistake again
in private, he’s softer and he kisses like he means it
his hands search for you and they don’t seem to stop → he just likes to know that you’re there and you love him
he tastes like cherry anything → tart, lollipops, even just the actual fruit; it’s addicting
he kisses you on the couch like a high school boyfriend and he finds you in hallways just to deliver one more in case you’ve forgotten how good he is at kissing
he says he’s a better kisser than you as a joke → he secretly thinks you’re better than he is
“prefect, did you eat egg salad or somethin’ at lunch?” ← he’s always just kidding, but he likes when you flush that pretty pink and hit him in the arm with a scowl
he lets you shut him up with kisses, and he always laughs in between the space where your lips meet. without fail.
Deuce Spade
deuce kisses you with tension in his shoulders and a stiffness in his lips → he’d never kissed anyone before you, and he’s scared to get it wrong
he’s the kind of guy to watch tutorials on youtube; he just wants to do it right for you!
his whole world was tilted the first time your lips met his, and he can never go back to the way it was before that moment of connection
he melts into every kiss but it always starts incredibly formal → he will never touch you any way that makes you uncomfortable
he asks every time
“is this okay, prefect?” with his hands cradling your face and his eyes hooded with barely restrained need → he’s always wanted you, and he will never get used to the fact that you’re really his
his hands always end up at the small of your back when the kiss gets deeper like a heat-seeking missile
Leona Kingscholar
when leona kisses you, it’s borderline lazy
he kisses you fully alert the way one would expect him to kiss you half asleep
but when he’s half asleep, his kisses are heavier and much slower
he wants every moment with you to last a lifetime, and he recalls each memory with the reverence of someone who doesn’t want them to wear out or turn to sand
his hands find your hips → he wants to stabilize you, to keep you safe and away from harm every time
he just can’t help the way his lips quirk up when his kisses steal your breath → yes he’s smug, but he’s allowed to be isn’t he?
“don’t strain yourself, herbivore” he loves to daze you and pretend nothing happened
your reddened face is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen and he won’t deny it (although he doesn’t mention it either)
if he ever lost you, he’d be a wreck, and he knows it
Ruggie Bucchi
ruggie kisses are punctuated by a light nip and his trademark laugh
they’re meant to take you by surprise, and they always do
he kisses you like he’s starved and you’re a five course meal → you’re his, and he’s so used to owning nothing but the clothes on his back that he can’t help but hoard you away
when he kisses you seriously, you can always tell by the way his hands grab at your shoulders as if to keep you from pulling away
he likes to hear your breath hitch when he lands one, and he revels in the idea that he might be able to get that kind of reaction from you
his teeth find your bottom lip like muscle memory and he loves to laugh at the way you startle
his kisses are cut off by wide grins that pull his lips off his teeth; he just can’t stop smiling like a lunatic and it’s making it hard to lay one on him
Jack Howl
jack kisses you like it’s a challenge and he’s trying to improve every time he does it
his tail wags noticeably and he can’t help but get a little embarrassed
his hands always search for your chin to pull you in just a little more
his ears twitch when your breath hitches → he loves to hear the way you love him
he gets flustered if you deepen the kiss, but he pretends not to
he’s the kind of guy to kiss you every time you meet and every time you part
kiss him before his track meets “for good luck” ← he always ends up performing a little bit better
Azul Ashengrotto
azul still flushes bright blue each time you kiss him
if it were up to him, you would never stop kissing him, but alas, he has work to do
he likes to drop hints, subtle comments that might sound like initiation but really aren’t → he gets nervous, don’t be too harsh with him
his fingers shake when you kiss him, but they intertwine with your own and he feels better
if you put your hands on his waist or his face he just might cry
do NOT wear lipstick because he won’t wipe it off but he won’t let the tweels see it either (they always know when he’s been kissed somehow. maybe it’s that dopey grin on his face? couldn’t be.)
Jade Leech
jade kisses like you’re an experiment, or like a puzzle he’s piecing together
he finds it fascinating that he can earn any kind of reaction from you, and he likes the idea that he might be seeing a part of you that no one else has
he always tastes like mushrooms; it’s earthy and familiar
the first time you kissed him his composure fell completely, and he didn’t speak for at least forty seconds
he’s never physically initiated kissing, but he talks big
“prefect, it seems you tried to kiss me this morning, but you must’ve missed, for it was delivered to my cheek instead. would you like to try again?” ← jade i hate you
Floyd Leech
floyd kisses are fast and always different
he likes to keep things interesting, and to be honest, he was a little skeptical that he wouldn’t get bored of kissing
but holy shit
when he first kissed you it was like an explosion happened in his brain and now he can’t go two seconds without your lips on his
he likes to pick you up (just like the movies) but sometimes he squeezes too hard lol
“shrimpyyyyy!” ← he always punctuates his greetings with little pecks now
(not as cute, but he has a fondness for using his tongue and his teeth)
Kalim Al-Asim
kalim kisses with the kind of love that’s hard to explain
every kiss feels like you’ve been off at war for decades and he’s finally seen you again
the first time you kissed when he finally pulled away he started laughing and couldn’t say anything but the word “hi”
he loves to put his hands in your hair but his fingers always end up at that spot on your jaw right under your ears
his knees get a little shaky every time and he feels a jolt of electricity when your lips collide
he could do it again and again and again
it silences him immediately and he gets weirdly calm after
jamil thanks you lol
Jamil Viper
jamil kisses you like you’re dying, or he is, or perhaps both
he kisses you the way parting lovers do; pyramus and thisbe anyone?
“i suppose you’re right, prefect. we should be going soon.” ← he waits a beat and then kisses you again (you’re never getting where you need to go)
he’s in love with the way you taste
he feels like you’re taunting him everytime you talk to him and you don’t kiss him → what else would those lips before?
plealse don’t kiss him in front of kalim he might die
Vil Schoenheit
when vil kisses you, it is equal parts stylish and vulnerable
you are never at a bad angle when you two kiss; he tilts your head to the exact degree he needs you and he leans in
it’s almost picturesque, but this does not mean it’s not soft and sweet
his kisses are best in his room, alone → these are slow, like he has all the time in the world
his hands always curl at your waist and pull you in slightly, as if he needs to feel your skin on his at every moment
he hums contentedly every time → you never fail to make him deliriously happy
he loves to see his lipstick smudged on you (he wipes it off after, but he likes the image)
Rook Hunt
i think we all know rook’s preferences
rook kisses you with the devotion of a samurai or a man being sent off to battle
he could recite full sonnets about how it feels to kiss you, and if it were up to him he’d never stop
his hands hold you so delicately you’d think you were glass → he wants to treat you like the deity he finds you to be
he’s never felt something so perfect as your lips on his, and he never wants to let that go
try to peck him. try it. i dare you. he will pull you in with a “such a tease, mon cœur” and you will never hear the end of it
his lips ghost over your skin before you fall asleep and right before you wake up → he wants the first thing you know in the morning and the last thing you know at night to be that he loves you
Epel Felmier
epel kisses are a little clumsy, in the best way possible
he tastes like apples (cider, pie, with cinnamon, you name it) and he smells like faded perfumes and soil
his hands never quite know where to go but they always end up at your waist
there’s an enthusiasm in his kisses that is read in almost everything he does → he knows what he wants, and he’s eager to be the best at it
he pulls you in with a strength most people don’t realize he possesses; he’s a bit of a man-handler hehe
overall he’s eager to please and he’s obsessed with your lips more than anything
Idia Shroud
idia kisses are always a little awkward in the sweetest way
the first time you kissed your teeth bumped accidentally and he fell off his bed
he tries to catch you by surprise → it’s the only way he can do it that doesn’t feel cringey
he has maybe seen a few animes that show kissing and tried some tactics on you… but he will NEVER admit this
he finds himself chasing the high your lips give him more often than not, and that interest is what helps him get over his own anxiety
you will probably never get a kiss in public (this is scary) but in his room he’s much more confident about it
he’s the kind of guy to pull away after a bit and just start nervously laughing
pretends to die and throws himself onto his pillow all dramatic like if you giggle while he’s kissing you (he smiles if you start laughing harder though, he’s doing it all for your enjoyment)
he never stops getting flustered by you not even after months of kissing
one kiss? mmm…. another one…. but what if…. one more. mmm…. another one.
his hair turns pink all over and he can barely look at you uwaaaaaaa
(can you tell i love idia?)
Malleus Draconia
malleus kisses you both like he knows what he’s doing, and like he’s learning something new
he’s curious, he wants to know everything that could pull a reaction out of you, and he has no qualms about using his findings against you
his hands are so gentle when they’re on you → he couldn’t imagine being rough with you. ever.
he likes to steal your breath, he finds it amusing that he can leave you panting
he’s the kind of guy to pull away after the first kiss and just look at you a moment before chasing after your lips like a man starved
no feeling will ever compare to the way your lips feel
he lays in bed with you sometimes and thinks about family, about marriage, about waking up every morning to your kiss and he decides it’s worth it; even if human lives are so much shorter, he’d rather a burst of happiness then the slow stumbling walk of regret
Lilia Vanrouge
lilia kisses are bursts of energy that always catch you by surprise
you find yourself recreating the first spider-man movie very often (catch the ref, darlings)
his hands are on your spine → he likes to press you to him, he wants to feel your warmth tangle with his
lilia is legs tangled together and giggles between kisses and yet you’ve never felt this kind of devotion before
he’s willing to spend the rest of his fading life with you and i think that’s beautiful
kisses out in public are pecks and nose kisses intended to make you roll your eyes and laugh
kisses in private are intended to make you realize that there is a love in the universe that is greater than anything, and it is all for you and you alone
Silver Vanrouge
silver kisses are innocent and straightforward
he’s the kind of guy to chase after your lips when you pull away → don’t laugh, he just can’t stop
“prefect, may i kiss you again?” my my, how forward! what would lilia say? (nothing he would literally say nothing)
he dreams about you now, and if he wakes to find his bed empty he feels an ache he’s never really felt in his chest before; i guess you have to stay and monitor this with him, it could be a heart attack
he never does anything without your permission and he’s just the sweetest
sleepytimes boy i love you
Sebek Zigvolt
sebek kisses are ALWAYS clumsy and ALWAYS leave him flustered
every time he pulls away he’s ruddy-faced and straight spined → it’s silly please kiss him again
refuses to kiss in front of malleus i’m sorry
he bows and presses his lips to the back of your hand before using said hand to pull you towards him and leaning to press his lips now to your own
he’s a knight first and your lover second, but this really does have its perks
he’s never been anything but a gentleman to you when it comes to this
if you can handle his yelling, honestly? you can handle anything he throws at you dear reader
he’s grateful you can ❤️
Rollo Flamme
rollo kisses are chaste, but you can feel the restraint behind them each time
hands intertwined with yours and they never stray → he has self-control; he ought to use it
sometimes you catch him off guard and you can practically touch the desperation that leaks from him as he pressed his lips to yours
he’s never wanted anything as much as you and he doesn’t know how to feel about that
give him time, he’s worth it i promise
he likes your temples; this is really where he kisses most often
something something the most reverent place to kiss a lover something something temple of god something something
Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker (Che’nya)
che’nya kisses are unpredictable but sweet
he appears sometimes out of nowhere to plant one on your lips and then leave with a broad cheshire grin
he can’t get enough of it, and it really shows
“prefect, you’re purrfect” please get him outta my face
no but he does get serious with you sometimes → these are the best che’nya kisses
his fingers curl at the nape of your neck and he tastes like tarts almost every time
he smiles into kisses there is no stopping him
Rielle Corallia
rielle is obsessed with kissing
he searches for you like a heat-seeking missile and kisses you no matter where you are
every time it’s different and every time it’s the greatest thing in the world
he kisses like he’s memorizing the way you feel, like he’s letting his curiosity get the best of him
another one another one another one → you are never getting rid of him
he holds you by the hips, he likes the feeling of what makes you human
some days they find your wrists, feeling your pulse under the skin; he really likes that
Minajael Tealrajah
minajael’s kisses are confident and cool
he dips you sometimes (often) and he can’t help but smirk into the kiss
don’t be fooled though, he’s a huge loser for you
definitely another kiss chaser, he won’t let you go until he’s finished
you pull away to fast and The Eyebrow comes out woof i would kiss him again to make him feel better
he pouts if you don’t kiss him for the exact amount of time he wanted you to
he holds you by the chin and his other arm wraps around your waist to find the small of your back
Neige LeBlanche
neige kisses are sweet and slow
he always asks permission first, there is no exception
his hands grasp either side of your face like he’s holding glass and it’s glorious
he tastes like apples and cinnamon :)
he’s the kind of guy to thank you after you kiss him (don’t bring it up it was an accident !!)
he loves you and he loves to show you that all the time
it takes him five minutes just to say goodbye he’s too busy blissed out on kissing you
This is RSA&NBC’s part, Heartslabyul’s is linked here. The other characters/groups are linked there.
GN!Reader but they’re said to wear lipstick in some entries. CW: Risque stuff ahead. No sexual content nor graphic descriptions, but a bunch of kissing and innuendo (Obviously lol)
RSA+NBC:
Che’nya -
You’d snuck off during an Unbirthday party the moment you saw a toothy smile appear in the trees. Sure enough, a few turns away was the Cheshire catboy that you knew and loved. You’d practically thrown yourself into his arms, and he’d returned it tenfold with a kiss.
You’d assumed, of course, that it wouldn’t be an issue since it wasn’t a classroom event. However, you were wrong. Riddle had come up to you shortly afterward, screaming about indecency. You’d barely had time to pull away from the man you’d been kissing before Riddle collared you.
You turned around, attempting to find Che’nya. Instead, you just saw his smile, before even that disappeared from view. Silently, you cursed him, but you couldn’t help but giggle as you saw a pair of bunny ears appear behind Riddle’s head.
Neige Leblanche -
You were only meant to help Neige with adjusting his costume. They were running low on staff that day, and Vil had requested you come onto the shoot with him. But then, the zipper on the back of Neige’s costume had gotten stuck, and it wasn’t as if they had anyone else to assist.
You hadn’t really meant to kiss him, either. You’d just spied a beauty mark on his back and you’d acted on instinct, tracing your hand up his spine to it. He’d shivered and leaned back into you, and you’d kissed the mark. Then, Neige just seemed to react so positively that you didn’t stop. Every beauty mark you could see was kissed, before you moved onto his freckles and a line up the bumps of his spin.
You heard a slamming on the door, making you jump back. Without another moment to spare, you grabbed Neige and zipped his costume up. He opened the door quickly to reveal Vil standing before you, his arms crossed and a scowl on her beautiful face. Luckily enough for Neige, he was needed on set and could skip the lecture Vil gave you before he fixed your makeup and went back to work. Hopefully, the costume department wouldn’t notice anything amiss.
Rielle Corallia -
Rielle was visiting you at Ramshackle unannounced. You were certain that he was simply used to it being alright as the youngest prince of the Coral Sea, but it had still ticked you the wrong way. At first, at least. But he kept being so cheerful and helpful whenever he came over that you began allowing him to.
Rielle had been curious about your lipstick for a long time. One day, you agreed to let him watch you put it on. Upon dabbing the excess off, he asked if that was what you always did, as well as what the many other lipstick shades Vil had given you looked like. You, not wanting to waste so many tissues, had begun using Rielle’s face to remove the leftovers. Soon, he was covered in cartoonish lipstick marks.
A pounding rescinded throughout Ramshackle. You turned quickly, and there was Ace, glaring at you through the window next to the door. Rielle, ever the optimistic merman, quickly waved at him with a big, dopey grin on his face. You sighed, but couldn’t resist a smile. He really was the cutest…
Minajael Tealrajah -
Minajael and you had snuck away from the crowd of a royal ball. The golden light of the ballroom was dazzling, but it could be too much sometimes. The atmosphere of the still chilly garden was much better. Tucked away in a private spot, you could still hear the music playing. Minajael offered you his hand, and you took it, content to dance the night away with him.
Dancing soon turned to kissing, and kissing soon turned to more. His hands were on your hips, making you lose track of time. It was like the world was closing in around the two of you. The vines growing around you was the shelter Minajael needed from the crushing weight of nobility. He’d been forced to dance with some foreign princess early in the night, but even then, you were the only one on his mind.
You heard his guards closing in, but Minajael only smirked. Within an instant, you were lifted into his arms like a bride and carried as he ran further from the palace. The music of the ballroom faded into the chirping of crickets and gentle calls of owls in the night. You gasped, but Minajael only seemed entertained. You pecked his cheek again. He deserved it.
Rollo Flamme -
Rollo had come to visit you at Ramshackle. He hadn’t expected much, but the beat-up dorm somehow managed to go below even his small expectations. Who could live like this? Those wizards were truly despicable if they were making an angel like you live in this horrible place.
Rollo had to convince you otherwise when you defended that damned school. They didn’t deserve your kindness. None of them did, not the princes nor the peasants. It wasn’t fair that they got to see you everyday. You should be attending classes with him. You should be his. No one would ever love, no, worship you as Rollo could. There would never be another man once he’d had his way with you once.
Storm clouds slowly rolled in as Rollo’s lips trailed across your delicate collarbone. He smirked, nipping lightly at your skin. So what if that Fae prince was angry with him, jealous that someone else had you first? It was all the more proof that you were Rollo’s alone.
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Neige would definitely be curious and fascinated, He’d tilt his head slightly, eyes big and sparkling with wonder
“Those wings…it’s so pretty, is it real?”
he’d ask gently careful to not to invade your space. he definitely wants to touch it but He wouldn’t touch them unless you clearly said it was okay. If you agreed he’d be extremely gentle, his big eyes sparkling beaming at how soft the wings are
˖𓍢ִ໋❀.ೃ࿔ Chenya
He’d be shocked to see those wings behind your ears, at first he thought you were some kind of bird, he’d be eyeing it like a curious cat! He might try to poke them lightly but not in a cruel way just curiosity. If they twitch, he’d laugh finding it cute
˖𓍢ִ໋❀.ೃ࿔ Rielle Corallia
Rielle would be immediately fascinated, He’d gasp a little “Wait—! those are real?!”Without even thinking he’d lean in eyes sparkling asking so many questions, He’d definitely want to touch them but he’d stop himself halfway to ask you first “Can I?..” if you agree he’d be very careful but visibly excited like someone seeing magic up close for the first time “They’re so soft… I’ve never seen anything like this!” His eyes were wide in curiosity and eyes beaming
˖𓍢ִ໋❀.ೃ࿔ Minajael Tealrajah
He’d notice immediately but wouldn’t comment right away but he is curious! Because you don’t see an angel everyday, His gaze would linger just a second longer than usual unlike others he’s trying to understand how they work not just what they look like. It’s fascinating to him
.✦ ݁˖ All things below are just me inferring from the regular game, nothing is considered "Confirmed", just for funsies! - will be a part 2 if more rsa characters come out , spelling errors fixed with grammarly
→ chapters: royal sword academy school headcanons, mc hc's, rielle-minajael-neige-chenya hc's (with mentions of mc).
*MC/Character mentions will be highlighted*
✦⋆ ࣪ RSA .
ㅤI imagine RSA as a school that has a lot of personality and life. Like, Imagine MC who stayed after class to clean up the gym, only to stumble upon two students enthusiastically holding a singing battle right in the middle of the floor. It might sound kinda crazy, but, it honestly wouldn’t surprise me!
ㅤEspecially going off of what Leona said about RSA, I feel as though RSA would have an equal number of fights as NRC has. Because the school has a reputation for producing "model students", there will definitely be some who go there who deserve to go to NRC. (no shade)
ㅤRSA would host a lot of public events, I feel. Given how "good-spirited" the school is run compared to NRC, events would include things like: festivals, charity fundraisers, maybe even tournaments that are dorm against dorm?
✦⋆ ࣪ MC .
ㅤOff the bat, obviously MC, would be way more different than the NRC one we know and love. MC would be more optimistic, BECAUSE, of the students at RSA and how they are optimistic naturally.
ㅤMC, when first hearing about overblots, would find them weird. Not in a "I've never seen this before" weird, but a weird as in "do they always have tantrums when they don't get their way"? This one mayyy be a bit controversial, but since people from NRC are known to be "dramatic" and or "evil" to the people of RSA, it wouldn't NOT be possible!
rielle corallia
ㅤPrince Rielle definitely gives the students of his dorm the most headaches because of how energetic he is.
ㅤBecause Prince Rielle left home to experience the surface world, I can imagine MC teaching him 'humary-customs'. Like not assuming everyone has magic (haha).
"MC! This guy wants to challenge me! Well... time to turn you into a fish!"
"Rielle, he doesn't have magic-!"
ㅤLike Princess Ariel, Rielle also collects random objects from 'the surface world'. For example, he has a broken lamp in his room because he thought it was, in his words, "fascinatingly amazing!" (sparkle sparkle)
ㅤTeachers at RSA constantly lecture him to act "princely" at his constant displays of energy and extreme interest in things. Dragging MC into it with him.
ㅤRielle, also, I reckon, is the type of person to be blind if someone dislikes him. Thus, he says he's "friends" with a lot of people at NRC.
ㅤAs the dorm leader of Marinafinne, everyone sings and wears elaborate outfits every day. (Everyone in Marinafinne is theater kids basically!)
ㅤWhen Rielle and MC first met, he assumed that MC was one of his admirers trying to break into the school. In turn, he got very confused when MC didn't seem to know who he was.
ㅤRielle LOVESS, fishing for compliments. Rielle complains to MC whenever they give attention to someone else, only because he loves being given compliments! So, why is his favorite human praising someone while he's right here?!
minajael tealrajah
ㅤHe's smart. Everyone knows that. The birds who visit RSA know that.
ㅤSince Minajael is the type of person to value freedom and un-restrictive traditions, Dunasmina probably has the least amount of order of all the dorms. Constantly having music blast along with students who are bickering a ton. He secretly enjoys it.
ㅤHe's similar to Jamil, where he thinks that he's surrounded by idiots (haha). Minajael and Jamil WILL be having the most intense conversations ever.
ㅤMinajael acts annoyed whenever Rielle does something ridiculous, but never makes an effort to actually stop him.
ㅤIs 100% in the RSA debate club.
ㅤAt first, when MC arrived, Minajael pretended that he wasn't interested in them at first. But, unfortunately for him, he somehow always ended up sitting next to them during lunch.
ㅤHaving a great memory, Minajael remembers tiny details about MC and certain things they like, even down to the smallest detail.
ㅤWhenever MC looks like they need help with something, Minajael volunteers without them even asking. Chenya definitely teases him for being so nice to MC.
neige leblanche
ㅤNeige would invite MC for tea often, maybe even shopping? As a popular actor and influencer, he has to share his wealth somehow!
ㅤThus, everybody and their mom knows Neige. Even random people on the street go up to RSA students and ask for their autographs.
ㅤHe's genuinely kind, but people will often underestimate him just because he's cute. Even his kindness is his greatest weapon.
ㅤNeige is the type of person who sends "thank-you!" notes after receiving gifts and remembers EVERYONE'S names.
ㅤAs the dorm leader of Charblanche, Neige would make it a dorm custom that everyone knows how to bake, volunteers often, and makes everything positive!
ㅤNeige, quite literally, "adopts" MC, almost immediately at first meeting! He introduces them to everyone, quite obviously valuing his new friend.
ㅤWhenever MC is seen having a bad day, Neige checks in throughout the day, volunteering with whatever they need help with.
ㅤHe LOVESS hearing about MC's world and asks endlessly about it!
ㅤDuring the VDC performance, when MC complimented him for winning, he got easily flustered while sharing how everyone else worked just as hard.
"Ah! Me? My performance was nothing, MC! You should've seen how hard everyone else worked..."
chenya
ㅤRSA students are used to him disappearing randomly. He can even be seen in weird places inside classrooms, for example, on the ceiling.
ㅤIs like RSA's version of "Gossip Girl" because he knows everyone's secrets.
ㅤChenya, like he does to everyone, appears randomly behind MC with no warning every day. MC even becomes used to it and stops reacting to his sudden appearances.
ㅤDuring lunch, Chenya loves stealing snacks from them and acts offended whenever MC says he has to "get them something in return!"
ㅤChenya loves making everyone, including MC, laugh. He claims to Rielle that getting a genuine laugh from them (MC) was his biggest accomplishment. And yes, Chenya does laugh at Rielle's annoyed face.
ㅤHe randomly leaves conversations if he's feeling bored, and then resumes them later on.
ㅤChenya, despite his careless-playful self, always knows whenever MC or anyone is upset before anyone else. Whenever someone asks how, he just grins and says "I don't know~."
a/n: Since every post got over 100 likes each, here's the promised RSA version
warnings: fluff, ooc
word count: 1.8k
Neige LeBlanche
Neige was humming a song that sounded like it belonged in a forest clearing surrounded by bluebirds. He had prepared a beautiful, wholesome fruit and honey parfait. It was topped with perfectly whipped cream, edible flowers, and sweet apple slices cut into the shapes of little hearts. He was entirely confident, flashing a sparkling smile at his classmates.
Then the Head Chef walked by, wiping his hands on a towel. "Keep your fingers crossed, LeBlanche. Today's judge is a legendary picky eater. One weird texture and you're getting a zero."
Neige’s cheerful humming faltered by a fraction of an octave. "Oh? A difficult guest? Don't worry, Chef! Food made with love can make anyone smile—"
The cafeteria doors swung open. You walked in, giving a small, apologetic wave as you took your seat.
Neige’s jaw dropped. The little apple hearts in his hands suddenly felt like ticking time bombs. "[Name]?!", he squeaked.
His cheerful, bright-eyed persona momentarily fractured under a wave of sheer, internal dread. He knew your eating habits perfectly. You hated anything with an "unpredictable crunch." You couldn't stand the texture of edible flowers because they felt like "eating lawn clippings." And you absolutely despised it when honey made things too sticky.
Neige approached the table, his smile incredibly wide but visibly stiff. "H-Hi, [Name]! Fancy seeing you here! I made a special parfait... um, if you don't like the flowers, you can just blow them away like wishes, okay?"
You smiled up at him, wanting to support him so badly. You picked up your spoon. But as you lifted a bite, a stray flower petal got caught in a sticky swirl of honey, jiggling ominously. Your face instantly, involuntarily collapsed into an expression of quiet, profound sorrow.
Neige gasped, his hands flying to his rosy cheeks. The face! They're making the face! Oh no, the forest animals never look at my food like that! Am I a terrible boyfriend?!
To save him from a public crisis, you quickly took the bite, avoiding the petal. The whipped cream was light and perfect. You swallowed and smiled warmly. "It's alright, Neige! Really! The cream is so fluffy and sweet." Neige let out a massive, dramatic sigh of relief, his sparkling aura instantly returning as he clutched his hands together. "Oh, goodness! 'Alright' is a wonderful grade from you! Next time, I'm making a completely smooth vanilla pudding with absolutely no surprises!"
Che'nya (Alchemi Alchemivich Pinker)
Che'nya was upside down, dangling his legs over the kitchen counter while tossing a ball of dough between his hands. He had prepared a vibrant, multi-colored berry tart with a neon-pink glaze. It was chaotic, whimsical, and entirely uniquely him.
"Get down from there, Pinker," the Head Chef scolded. "And you better hope your flashy tart tastes normal. The judge today is a total nightmare to please. Super particular."
Che'nya let out a wide, mischievous purr, his eyes curving into crescents. "Nyahaha~ A picky mouse is just a fun mouse to tease! My flavors are magic—"
Then you sat down at the table.
Che'nya’s body instantly turned completely invisible, leaving only his floating, wide-eyed face and a static tail in the air. [Name]?!
His head materialized back onto his shoulders as he slid off the counter, a rare bead of sweat forming behind his cat ears. He knew your strict food laws. You hated berries with prominent seeds because they got "stuck in your teeth." You couldn't stand neon-colored food because it looked "unnatural." And his tart was currently a kaleidoscope of bright pink and seed-heavy raspberries.
"Heeeey there, [Name]~" Che'nya grinned, his floating head bobbing closer to you than usual as he slid the plate forward. "Look what I made! It's very shiny, isn't it? But, uh... if the colors make your eyes dizzy, you can just close them while you chew!"
You gave him a sweet, brave smile. "Thanks, Che'nya. I'll give it a try."
You picked up your fork and sliced off a small piece. But as you did, the bright pink glaze oozed out, revealing a dense cluster of raspberry seeds. Your face automatically contorted into a look of pure, instinctual, tragic dismay.
Che'nya’s tail stood straight up like a lightning rod. "Agh! The look of absolute defeat! You haven't even chewed it yet and you look like you've been hexed! Come on, don't look at my masterpiece like it's a hairball!"
To calm his frantic tail-swishing, you quickly popped the bite into your mouth, swallowing it fast to avoid the seeds. You offered a reassuring smile. "No, Che'nya, it's alright! The pastry crust is actually super buttery and delicious."
Che'nya blinked, his floating grin slowly returning to its usual massive width as he melted back into invisibility, leaving only his purring voice behind. "Nyahaha! 'Alright' is a passing grade in my book!"
Minajael Tealrajah
Minajael stood at his station, completely composed and practical. He had approached the exam with the sharp, calculated precision of a prince who excelled at everything he touched. He had prepared a traditional, aromatic meat flatbread from the Scalding Sands, beautifully folded and lightly brushed with clarified butter. He was completely unbound by the stress of the kitchen, looking thoroughly relaxed.
Then the Head Chef called out, "Watch out, Rajah. The judge today has a reputation for being an absolute terror with textures. Don't let your guard down."
Minajael smoothly adjusted his patterned headband, his dark brown eyes cool and focused. "My, really? Maybe I might finally get my first ever critic since—"
The doors opened, and you walked in.
Minajael’s posture locked up. For a fraction of a second, his gold and teal eyeshadowed eyelids fluttered in absolute, uncharacteristic shock. [Name]?
His brilliant, versatile mind immediately shattered his calm facade and threw him into a high-speed strategy meeting with himself. He knew your eating restrictions inside and out because he actively tried to help you avoid them. You hated flatbreads if they were "too chewy" or "too doughy." You couldn't stand strong, overlapping herbs that "fought each other" in your mouth. And his flatbread was loaded with a robust blend of traditional spices.
Minajael approached your table, his baggy Sarouel pants flowing gracefully, though his hand shook slightly as he set the plate down. The gold coins and chains on his belt gave a frantic, nervous jingle.
"I have prepared a spiced flatbread, [Name]," Minajael said, his voice smooth but lacking its usual relaxed, casual air. He leaned in slightly, his long cloth tassels swaying near his waist. "I rolled the dough extra thin so it wouldn't be too dense. If... if the spices are too aggressive, please do not force yourself."
You smiled up at him, wanting to be a good partner to the brilliant prince who always looked out for you. You tore off a piece of the bread. But as you did, a heavy pocket of green herbs and melted butter became visible in the center. Your face instantly, involuntarily fell into an expression of profound, silent suffering.
Minajael’s left eyebrow twitched violently. They’re is doing the face. The 'this is a royal execution' face. For a man who prided himself on his freedom and ability to handle any situation, he felt completely trapped. "If it displeases you to that extent, [Name], I can throw it away. I don't care about the grade."
"No, Minajael, I want to try it!" you insisted. You took a bite, chewing through the initial burst of herbs. To your relief, the bread was light and crisp. You swallowed and smiled warmly. "It's alright! Truly. The bread is so crispy, and the butter makes it really savory."
Minajael stared at you for a long moment, the tension completely leaving his shoulders as he let out a slow, controlled breath through his nose. A practical, slightly relieved smirk finally graced his lips as he crossed his arms. "Alright? Well... considering your usual battle with anything green, I'll take 'alright' as a total victory. Next time, I'll omit the herbs entirely and just make it plain for you."
Rielle Corallia
Rielle was practically vibrating with hyperactive energy, his long, wavy red hair bouncing past his waist as he proudly displayed his dish. Having longed for the surface world his entire life, he had eagerly prepared a classic "land dish": a rustic, hearty potato and leek soup with toasted croutons. He was smiling wide, his turquoise eyes shining with absolute optimism.
"Calm down, Prince Rielle," the Head Chef sighed. "And brace yourself. The judge today is incredibly finicky. If your soup has a weird film or texture, you're done for."
Rielle laughed heartily, adjusting the messy bun held together by a fork at the back of his head. "Haha! Don't worry, Chef! Everything on the surface tastes amazing to me! I'm sure the judge will love the adventure of—"
He froze mid-laugh as you sat down at the table.
Rielle’s jaw dropped. The gold, marine-themed hair cuffs on his head seemed to rattle with his sudden, immense panic. [Name]?!
His headfirst, reckless optimism completely crashed into reality. He knew your eating habits because he spent all his time trying to understand surface customs through you. You hated cream-based soups if they were "too thick." You thought cooked leeks felt like "slimy strings." And his croutons were currently soaking up the soup, becoming exactly the kind of mushy texture you despised.
Rielle marched over to your table, his dark blue button boots clicking loudly, the dozens of seashell and character charms hanging from his brown belts clattering frantically like a wind chime in a hurricane.
"Here is my surface soup, [Name]!" Rielle blurted out, his face flushing pink to match his blush. "I... I know you don't like mushy things! The croutons are getting soggy really fast! Oh no, the Flounder charm told me I should have kept them on the side! Don't eat the soggy parts!"
You smiled up at him, deeply touched by his enthusiastic, sweet panic. "It's okay, Rielle, it looks lovely."
You picked up your spoon and scooped up a bite, but a long, stringy piece of cooked leek wrapped itself around the spoon next to a melting crouton. Your face automatically contorted into a look of pure, instinctual, apocalyptic dread.
Rielle looked like his soul was being sucked out through his teal-eyelined upper lashes. He threw his hands in the air, his long red hair flying wildly. "Aaaagh! The face of ultimate surface despair! I've failed you! I should have stayed in the ocean! I'm a terrible land-boyfriend!"
To stop his dramatic downward spiral, you quickly swallowed the bite. The actual flavor of the potato broth was wonderfully seasoned and warm. You smiled brightly at him. "Rielle, stop! It's alright! The soup itself is so warm and comforting, and the seasoning is perfect!"
Rielle blinked, his chaotic energy instantly pivoting back to pure, blinding joy. He beamed down at you, his turquoise eyes sparkling. "Really?! It's alright?! Whew... you totally scared me with that look, [Name]! 'Alright' means I'm doing great for a sea prince, right? Next time, I'm blending it until it's as smooth as water!"
a/n: heh i need me more RSA content i love RSA sm, i should write more RSA
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