#perfects

Riddle

He’s overworked as the dorm head of Heartslabyul. As the top student in the school it looks as if he never gets a break.

So when you show up at his room one evening with a tray in your hands saying he needs a break he’s surprised.

With Trey’s help you had made a strawberry tart and some milk tea, anything to make Riddle rest and enjoy himself.

When he lets you in his bedroom he’s blushing, but overall relaxed and content.

With you here he feels okay, the stress rolls off him like water, he finds himself wondering if that could be your unique magic.

Riddle eats the tart happily, practically devours it in seconds, his cheeks stuffed full like a squirrel unconsciously.

He’s really comfortable around you, so he doesn’t notice when the hidden habits he has when he’s alone pop up around you.

Savors the tea while you two talk, barely above a whisper ‘how was your day?’ ‘are you tired?’ ‘does the tea need more honey?’

He gets a warm and fuzzy feeling in his chest when he hears you made the tart for him from scratch.

His grip on his teacup tightens and his ears tingle from the subtle blush that graces his face.

Riddle’s practically melting into a puddle, the atmosphere is so cozy while you’re both sitting on the plush bench at the end of his bed drinking tea.

It hits him how safe and domestic this feels, that’s the moment he looks down in an effort to hide his face with his bangs.

Although he doesn’t expect that to backfire on him so badly.

When you gently brush back a strand of his hair behind his ears he almost drops the teacup he’s holding.

That’s when he blushes straight from his neck up to his hairline.

Will definitely raise a hand to his face to hide.

A very quiet ˝You’re too mean for this… have you no consideration for my poor heart?˝

He could feel the blood annoyingly rushing to his face, but hearing your soft giggles in response makes it all worth it.

Leona

Napping for Leona is not an uncommon activity, so when time allows you lovingly take on the role of his pillow.

He can’t deny the rest he gets when you’re around is somehow better, he won’t say it out loud, but it really does make him wake up happier, lighter, as if the nightmares of the world were nonexistent.

When you comb his hair with your fingers it’s as if he’s ascended. Don’t expect to move from that spot once you’ve started. Scratching behind the base of his ear makes him huff, but the way his tail swishes behind him makes his feelings obvious.

When you’re all alone, probably in his room, cuddling him like an overgrown cat, he sometimes unknowingly purrs. It’s a deep sound that comes from his chest only when he’s drowsy, when he’s barely clinging to consciousness.

On a lazy Sunday afternoon when his head is on your lap and you’re playing with his hair, he has a silent epiphany. He wouldn’t know how to go back to his old routine if you left. He’s gotten attached to you in a way that’s irreversible and the effects of your touch linger even when you’re not here.

You’ve reached his heart, that scares a part of him, he briefly wonders about the pain he’ll suffer when you inevitably leave,

When he feels your fingers stop their magic against his scalp he’ll look up at you inquisitively.

Brushing back his bangs to get a good look at his eyes, the eye contact you hold from that moment on feels deeply intimate. You’re staring at each other silently and it conveys an emotion neither of you have the right words to express.

His heart is ready to leap out of his chest when you slowly blink at him. He slowly blinks back, reciprocating. It’s a sweet moment of peace, he feels like all is right with the world.

He feels warm when you resume playing with his hair. Letting it lull him to sleep, he holds onto your waist and never wants to let go.

Azul

The lounge is busy as always and it delights him no matter how much work he’s ironically drowning in. Even when it leaves his spine stiff and shoulders hurting.

It’s why he can’t help, but be extra grateful for your help, when you had first offered to help him organize his papers he was hesitant, but now it was something he shamefully got used to relying on.

He hates to trouble you, but when you walk behind his chair one evening to rub his shoulders he feels all his worries melt away. It’s gone with the wind and he’s on cloud nine.

With your fingers delicately pressing against the knot forming from the stiff way he’s sat for hours now he finally feels his body relaxing.

It’s the way you softly start singing, a gentle tune carried in his empty office that disarms him and leaves him bare, vulnerable and open to you.

His heart is stolen and it makes him realize how much he wants this, how much he needs it, for the rest of his life.

When you push some hair back from his face to gently push his glasses back up, that’s when he falters. A flustered appearance greats you behind his glasses and you can’t possibly hide the happy smile gracing your lips from how cute an expression he’s making.

He’s over the moon, on the inside his mind is scrambling with thoughts about how romantic and sweet that gesture was, but on the outside he’s coughing into his hand to hide how his eyes are shaking.

It simply wasn’t fair… that must have been some kind of magic! What other explanation could there be for such a thing?

He really wanted his octopus pot right about now.

Leaving his heart racing and mind in shambles. Why were you so cruel like this?

He’ll do his best to do the same to you, to express his gratitude to you properly, for the way you take care of him, for the way you look out for him, love him and treat him. He’ll make sure to pay you back tenfold.

He can’t lag behind, although being in your debt wasn’t so bad, that being said, somehow he felt as if he could never pay you back for all you do for him.

Kalim

Parties at Scarabia were a common occurrence, just like their Perfect the dorm was lively and full of smiles today. As the music played you and Kalim danced happily amongst the students.

It truly was heavenly for him, his cheeks hurt from how much he was smiling and laughing, but he wouldn’t have it any other way, being with you brought a joy into his life that he didn’t know he was missing.

Having you around truly made him shine even brighter, while people compared him to sunshine he’d have to disagree. Instead he really considered you something as bright and dazzling as the sun. Bringing light and joy wherever you went and that’s what made him want to orbite around you like a planet around the sun.

Between all the laughter and dancing his dark red half-turban was starting to slip forward unbeknownst to him. So in a bout of courage you leaned closer to him, adjusting it, brushing his hair away playfully and kissing his nose before leaning back to continue dancing.

His mouth hung open for a moment before he laughed hard, throwing his head back. The blush covering his cheeks was an adorable sight to behold.

He took the lead and grabbed your hands to spin you around, he could never predict the spontaneous acts of affections you were always capable of throwing his way, leaving his heart racing and blood pumping.

You were even laughing at his flustered appearance! He’d have to get you back for that!

The way you moved was truly like magic to him, swaying to the music, flashing lights all around you two as you danced the night away. Something about it never failed to take his breath away.

When he pulled you towards him to spin you in his arms, he felt the world was at his fingertips with you. Nothing was beyond his reach with you by his side.

Vil

You were really a blessing for him.

His day was beyond stressful, two full photoshoots and an alchemy project on what should have been a day off, not only that, but his dorm mates were causing a ruckus he had to settle, it left him wondering if being Pomefiore’s Perfect would leave him with premature gray hairs.

It had taken too long to get back to the comfort of his room after all his responsibilities. So after an over do relaxing bath he just wanted to rest.

He sat in front of his vanity, eyes barely open, lazily watching as you blow dried his hair. The way you combed his hair delicately left his head in a state of warmth, he could barely keep his concentration on anything else. The gentle way his hair swayed made him smile subtly at his own reflection.

No makeup, hair still half wet from his bath, in an old black t-shirt his father had gifted him and a pair of old pajama pants. He’s never felt more at peace with himself, more comfortable than now, something about this domestic feeling of being pampered made butterflies flutter in his chest.

He was so grateful for you. He didn’t know if he could ever have this, as someone who strove for perfection, to be comfortably imperfect for a time, as a public figure to have something privately that was so sweet and pure.

His reflection stared back and he was once again reminded that he was here, not as a celebrity, or a Perfect, but as Vil before you.

Setting his sights on your reflection he admired you while you worked, he hardly trusted anyone with his appearance, so when he first let you dry his hair he was hesitant, now it was routine, something he found himself looking forward to.

He was so tired, but he fought to keep his eyes open and stay awake, he still had to do his skincare routine before going to bed.

By the time you had finished you noticed he had nodded off, so with a gentle shake to his shoulder he sprang up.

His voice was so small, slightly hoarse from singing practice ˝Ah, forgive me dearest, it seems like I got a little too comfortable…˝ he said that with a light hearted chuckle, but you knew it came from his heart. It was truly a testament to the trust you had for each other.

This was special and sacred.

When you pushed the hair from his nape aside he curiously looked at you in the mirror, only to melt when you leaned in to press a fleeting kiss to his skin.

A shiver ran down his spine. How unfair...perhaps you really did possess some magic to be able to charm him like this...

Idia

He always wondered how he had exactly managed to capture your attention. What about him really made your heart flutter for him? It really did confuse him. He could recognise that you were an SSR item and yet you were with him?

It was a normal day, you had made your way to his room after school and now you were going to play some video games together. He remembers thinking how even if you didn’t do anything, he’d be happy to spend time with you anyway. In a weird way you completed him.

Something about you made him want to shy away and hide from embarrassment, it was so disarming to talk to you! It was like trying to beat the final OP boss with starter gear, for an introvert like him it truly seemed impossible. But you had persisted, you wanted him, no one else, so he gave in and acted on his feelings. Most of the time it felt like he was going to spontaneously combust from being in your presence, but he got through it.

In the comfort of his room, while he was at his desk playing with his head phones around his neck, he knew you were on his bed behind him, watching him play from above his shoulder as he destroyed the other players.

A part of him was a little proud to show off the massive ‘WINNER’ text on screen, the other part was telling him not to be so lame.

But it was when you cheered for his victory and scooted closer to brush his hair back and kiss his cheek as congratulations that he felt his whole body flush.

Idia.exe has stopped working.

What was that??? Was that a special event award??? He should have gotten a warning screen for that!!!

That was a full frontal attack! He called hacks.

You saw the way he was going red, the flames of his hair rising with his embarrassment, you only giggled in response, fanning him lightly with a nearby magazine. You didn’t dare touch his more, less he burst into a ball of flames right before your eyes.

Malleus

His time with you was always precious. The dragon fae treasured you so much, it would be a sin not to.

He always looked at you as if you were the only thing in this world that mattered, like you were a masterpiece capable of stealing his breath away at any moment, as if you held the world in your hands.

Consider how you had Malleus wrapped around your finger, perhaps you did truly have the fate of the world in your hands.

He wanted to commit everything about you to his memory, the child of man who treated him as an equal, not someone to be feared or frightened by, but someone to befriend, to be close with, someone to care for.

And his heart softened as he longed for the warmth your presence brought to his life. As you two walked along the old pathway of the Ramshackle dorm he was so enamoured by you that he kept losing track of time. He found that he didn’t mind so much, when he spent time with you. He was so blissfully enchanted by you and he would never want it to be any other way. To go back to the days before the bright light that was you entered his life would be a fate worse for death to the fae, the lonely days that seemed to drag on and never end. With Lilia, Silver and Sebek by his side he was sure he could make it through as the heir to the Valley of Thorns, but without you by his side he would never be able to shine as bright as Malleus.

You brought out the best in him, inspired him and to him that was a form of magic all in itself.

When you noticed him lost in thought and lagging behind, as you went up the steps to the porch you stopped. He paused to look at you, with the small stairs giving you an extra boost. This might have been the first time you were looking at him in the eyes, leveled with him.

Slowly and gently reach your hand out, you brushed his bangs out of the way, admiring the markings on his forehead that were normally hidden.

With a giggle and a voice barely above a whisper ˝Tsunotarou, you’re really handsome, you know?˝

He merely smiled at you, leaning into your touch.

He was completely enamoured with you.