#twst deets

Jade? Goodness, he's far beyond being jealous. Of course, the emotion is natural. He's known that from observing so many land-dwelling folk, as well as territorial mers. But he understands you full well. He knows how deeply infatuated the two of you are with each other, even if he does occasionally get on your nerves. But that's what makes you like him so much, isn't it? So, despite how fun being jealous sounds, he thinks he'd like to keep being the most trustworthy of gentlemen. He trusts you to be in love with him just as much as he is with you—

"You sure you like him? Isn't Jade a little... I don't know, boring? I could entertain you more than that."

...

Pardon?

Jade, who doesn't think it's particularly possible for him to get jealous, only to turn around and ask you what makes the other party entertaining, hm? Is it the hair, or perhaps the very exhausting way they talk? Do you truly think they're interesting? He's not boring you, is he? He can assure you he's quite fun to be with, so... Tell him he's not boring, okay?

"Hm, maybe that guy is more interesting— J-Jade? Where are you going? I was just joking...! "

The next day, your admirer is met with a looming eel at his door.

"Shall I show you how boring I am?" ... Next time you see the guy, he's profusely apologizing while giving you all the money in his wallet, all while Jade gives you happiest smile you've seen on him yet.

Floyd experiences jealousy a lot more easily than the others. Maybe it's from his ever-so flippant move, or just the fact that he doesn't really share unless he feels like it. You're not an object, and he knows that full well. So, he knows he shouldn't get all worked up over some nobody trying to get your attention. Does he actually listen to that, though? Nope. Tells you being jealous is for boring people only to sling his arm around you and directly say, "I'm jealous" in the next second.

"Floyd's always switching up on you, yeah? I promise I'd stay the same if—" The stranger's sentence is quickly cut short when he sees Floyd swing around you, arm snuggly wrapped around your shoulder. How on earth did he not notice the six-foot man at your side...!?

"Who are you again?" The guy stutters and runs away on sight. Meanwhile, you're asking him why he scared away your lab partner. "Wha? You like that guy more than me? You're gonna make all sad..."

"I never said that. He's just a bit calmer sometimes, is all—Are you pouting...?"

...

The next time you see him, he's as silent as can be. And when you ask why...

"You said you liked boring guys better." You definitely did not, but you should've known he'd say that... If you tell him the whole reason you even hang out with him in the first place is that he's interesting, he's immediately jumping you. He's wrapping his arms around you to pull you in closer while you wonder if he really was upset about something so small...

Next time you see your lab partner, he's sliding you his phone with shaky hands.

"J-Just sell it and keep the money for yourself..."

Riddle is left alone in the center of everyone, eyes bloodshot as his eyes go over and over across your name. The taste of your syllables on his tongue is horribly sweet, like a strawberry tart he couldn't get enough of.

He despises it.

He’s on the verge of calming the fire in his chest, remembering Trey's words. It's a better image for the queen to be calm, collected— What is that smell?

When he sniffs a familiar scent in the hall atmosphere, he tenses. One that he’s tried searching for in perfumes and colognes… The closest he's gotten to the smell, he would spray it on his textbooks, on the hard covers, only of course. Only close, not exact. He has no idea why he just… He just needs to have that scent on hand… Maybe it's just because the smell itself is so calming, or maybe just something new for him to educate on—Ah.

Perhaps it’s to dump the contents out in rage? After all, the scent has always been… Yours.

You bump shoulders with the scarlet tyrant, his head remaining focused on the board in front of you. He thinks he should really give you a lesson on personal space, because why are you lingering so close? (You're not. You're a reasonable distance from him.)… Most importantly, why does he not hate it as much as he wants to…? He waits until you find your place on the ranks, a tiny gasp coming from you as if you didn't expect it.

“Hey, I’m first," you mutter, tilting your head as you think some more, "I didn’t even study for that thing though…” You seem oblivious to the crowd that whispers around the two of you. What makes it worse is that you seem to be equally naive to the raging Heartslaybul tyrant next to you. Courtesy to such heedlessness from you, you remain in his vicinity, each movement spreading your horribly addicting smell to waft in Riddle's direction. His lip lifts as if it's a stench; he knows full well it's not, though. It's a sweet dessert.

Riddle's eyes slowly move toward you in a choppy movement, a slight twitch in his left optical. He’s trying to contain the… He shouldn’t feel such a petty emotion, as to what his mother says, but he’ll say it… Hate—In his heart.

“Did you really…?” His voice is strained, but as usual, your carelessness has you oblivious. “Don’t tell me you cheated… That’s quite a violation of school rules.” If you say yes, he’s ready to collar that pretty neck of yours. Unfortunately, his frustration radiates in waves, even if he does attempt to keep a calm face. His blank slate is met by your smile, hidden by your hand. Yes, there's no doubt… Ace has rubbed off on you, hasn't he?

“… Mm… I didn’t." Your lips twitch upward, "But it does feel better coming before you all by myself.” Your nonchalance disappears, replaced with a veneer of vex as you smile at him. He’s ready to hit you with his signature spell, the crowd dispersing before they can get caught in the crossfire. You seem too preoccupied staring at his redeeming face to acknowledge his magic pen in his hand. He’s swinging his arm up, pointing the pen your direction, only to see Trey walking towards him from behind you. There’s no doubt he’s trying to mediate the situation, but it’s too late, he will punish you—

"Riddle." The feeling of your hands taking his quickly cuts off his rampage, his pupils dilating at your touch. You… You’re mocking him, you must be. That smile of yours is much too distracting in its softness to be genuine. He knows the ways of a rulebreaker; he’s broken one too many. This is just a ploy to get off scot-free. He heaves another grunt of frustration when your touch has you squeezing his hand, the grip on his magic pen fading.

With a clattering sound on his pen, the only ones left in the hallway are you, Riddle, and Trey. Trey looks closely at the way Riddle, one who would typically lecture a rulebreaker for dropping his magic pen, only stares at the way you hold his hand. His gaze flickers between your face and your intertwining fingers.

“What are you…? I don’t want to deal with a troublesome—“ slowly, you move your warmth away from his skin, and cold air replaces the spots where your touch was. A reminder that you’re now disconnected. His hands follow your receding warmth before remembering he hates you. Black eyes stare down at his palm, fingers opening and closing. Weirdly, he could feel your body through the leather. Wait, no it's not… What is going on with his head?

“Then should I never talk to you again, Riddle?” There’s still an expression of taunt in your face, one that he should really be enraged at, but your words have him conflicted. “That sounds good, right?” You cross your arms, sighing as you dramatize your head shake. You really do hang out with Ace… "You really can't stand me…" Your statement only worsens his inner confusion. "But—" Whatever it was you were going to say sounded as if it was meant to be as smooth as possible. Like you've practiced millions of times before. You seem to catch yourself before uttering it.

… It shouldn’t, though. Not at all. If you never talked to him again, he’d be less troubled. Even better if you never appeared again, he wouldn’t be distracted by the sight of you anymore. He has no idea why that is…

“…” he’s silent. Before he knows it, you’re walking away. He reaches out in fear, fearing that you misinterpreted his silence as confirmation. He doesn’t know why, but he does. Though his hand doesn’t contact you like he hoped, your form is already behind the wall. His arm falls to his side as Trey walks up to him, a smile on his face despite what transpired. He can feel Trey has something to say. Most likely some close call statement left to calm him.

“Huh, I guess you really do have a crush on them.” He can hear a slight chuckle in his

“… What?”

Little to his knowledge, you’re behind the wall, clutching your chest as you desperately deny the "I’m in love with you" that tries escaping from your heart. 

...

Riddle remembers the fear on your face when he overblotted. He remembers because he leant close to your face, ink dripping on you as you breathe heavily. You reminded him of the roses that are painted, pretty. Even in his most horrific form, your hands take his, horror blended with… Fondness. The same ones that appear in his mother’s eyes when he does good in his studies, but only then. 

Yet, a deeper part of him recognizes that look… as the one you always have on. 

“I…” you whisper through your shaky words, repeating "I" over and over again like the next thing you wish to say is the hardest phrase in the world to pronounce. But it must be if someone like you can’t say it. The way you turn away tells him you’ve given up on telling him what you wanted to confess. Then that obnoxious smile of yours is on your lips, a sign you’re ready to jab him with words, “You’re not always right, Riddle.”

…

When he comes to, in his tears, his eyes connect with your bruised ones. He lies on the grassy floor of Heartslaybul's maze, looking up as you block the sun. Or maybe enhance it? It seems objectively brighter than it usually is. It’s pathetic… you’re the last person he wishes to see him crying. But… It’s not for the reasons before, where his sole object of hate was you. Riddle props himself up, looking straight at you while everyone crowds. He stops anymore tears from dripping down his skin before calling your attention.

"[Name], I—"

He’s come to a realization, one that he won’t say out loud. At some point he will, but now—

“I’m in love with you.” 

For a moment, his eyes widen, worrying he confessed his own feelings out loud for everyone to hear, but then his mind registers the voice… and the way everyone looks over at your beaten form. The realization hits you hard, your hands flying up to cover your mouth in horror. 

Everyone's silent stares have you awkwardly shifting in your spot. When it’s become too much to bear, you shuffle to your dorm. Once you make it back to the mirror chamber of Heartslaybul, he can hear you make a run for the mirror, your little trio following in suit.

Riddle swears that once he sees you, he will say those three words to you as well. But… he'll make sure to do so in private.

[ Try to keep it hidden, Honey, we can see right through you ]

Ace Trappola swears you’re some secret agent set to make his life hell. You've been grouped together by the school in some makeshift trio along with Deuce and Grim. But there's no way he even considers you his friend…!

Your laugh echoes through his mind, each prank you’ve pulled replayed, all your teasing remarks… You’re just playing with him…! Not even in the fun way, either! It can’t be, not with the way you point and laugh when he falls for a stupid trap made by you. Seriously, is there a way for you to just disappear!? … Okay, well maybe he doesn’t want that, but he sure feels like it! 

He finds himself sitting in front of you. In Night Raven College, it’s never been common to report stuff like that. If anything, it’s always been the expectation that, if you’re being made a victim, to should confront them yourself. Reporting you just seems like a humiliation ritual, especially if word gets out that he can't face his own issues.

“What? Are you gonna throw me out the window, Acey?” You sip your drink through a straw, gazing at Ace through a lifted brow. The two of you are sitting in Ramshackle, a dorm he's stood in a lot despite his hate for you. Deuce and Grim lost rock, paper, scissors, with the two of them being the ones who have to collect all the food. Leaving him and… you.

"Nah, you'd probably take it as some flirtation invitation."

"Wow, you know me so well…" You roll your eyes, your voice dead as you rest your head on your arms. You stare up at him, and the way he refuses to look you in the eyes, pouting as he resorts to looking at the window instead. You sit up, standing from your chair. He pretends not to care at all, even closing his eyes. He only opens them when he feels your shoulder touch his. Still attempting nonchalance, he sorta sucks at it though. His eyes occasionally glance at you, peeking at you a few seconds before looking back at the window, the cycle repeating over and over.

The two of you connect glances for a moment, Ace sucking in a breath before harshly turning. He's half tempted to call you obsessive, but his words are stuck in his throat.

Damn… Where are his acting skills when he needs them…?!

"Kay, yeah, guess I'm ugly." You mutter, leaning back into the wooden. Your shoulder finally leaves his, and he feels like he can breathe again. But his body has a second issue… He's cold now.

"What? I didn't say that—" You quirk an eyebrow, waiting for the rest of his sentence. "… Yeah, you're hideous." There's a twitch in his lip when he says it.

"Huh… Maybe it's contagious…" Clicking your lips, you're about to laugh before Ace turns to you.

"We're not friends." The light from the window frames him in a pretty light, yet his words have you furrowing your brows. "Actually, I'm not really friends with any of you. You're just… All there when I am…!" He watches you blink, light escaping from behind him and hitting your eyes, he watches with great intent at the way your eyes dilate. "… Seriously…"

"Is that how you feel?"

"What else is there to feel? You play around like we're friends, but you do it in such.. I don't know, man, but it gets on my nerves." His hand combs through his hair, when he spreads his legs, his knee touches yours, and out of instinct, he doesn't move. He looks down when you move yours, though.

"That's how you saw it?"

"Yeah? Every time you laugh, I get this feeling in my gut. Every time I look at you, I just get filled with the urge to run at you." With malicious intent? He feels like he should add that, but it doesn't sound right… It's not malice. "Stop taking up my time."

"Ace?" You speak, your hand about to reach out before retracting back into your person. He watches you do so, and he's tempted to take back what he said, but he restrains. "You're mean, you know that?"

"Yeah? So is literally everyone else at this school—!" He cuts of when your hands push him off the chair, his back hitting the wall as you stand up. "What the hell—?!"

"Not everyone else is in love with you, though! You—!" Your eyes widen when you realize the confession, only connecting the dots when you watch Ace's pupils stare straight at you. He's lunging himself off the wall to grab you too, before—

"Henchhuman! We have the food!"

"…"

Deuce and Grim whisper as they watch you actively ignore Ace as his eyes bore holes into your soul. The most you talk is when you click at Grim, shooing him away with your fork. Even then, Ace is still looking at you, eyes stil focused as he talks to Deuce.

"Do you know what's happening in Crewel's class? I don't get anything that he's say…ing…? Ace? Are you even listening to me—?" Deuce sputters when Ace hits him with a cloth napkin, the former delinquent ready to throw a fist before you're holding onto his hand, pulling him back.

Ace centers his attention at the sight, staring straight at the point of contact. Awkwardly, Deuce lets go when he feels the weight of Ace's gaze, despite you doing things like this all the time.

"So… Are we gonna stay the night—"

"No." You both utter in unison, even Grim catching onto the weird vibe between the two of you. For the first time ever, Grim sets some food from his plate, sharing it with you.

Up until the moment the duo leaves, the tension doesn't disappear. Grim closes the door for you, turning around to finally ask that question.

"What was that about— Agh!" Grim yells when he feels your body weight fall onto him. Your eyes furrowed.

"… I told him I loved him…"

…

"Dude? What was that about?" Deuce's hand remains on Ace's shoulder, and the two of them stop right in front of the mirror chamber.

"… Something stupid," Ace mutters, wiping off the palm on his limb.

"Like what?"

"Like love..."

…

You steady your breathing as you sit up from the rose bush, the thorns pricking pins into your skin as wet red paint stains you. The tiny needles have you sucking in a breath, slowly emerging from the greenery. When you emerge, you're met with Riddle on the ground, the rest of Heartslaybul gathered around him.

When you step forward, a branch cracks under your foot. If you were in a horror movie you would be terrified, but you're not, so it's okay—

Why the hell is everyone staring?

The moment you take a couple of steps toward Riddle, everyone looks between you and Ace, moving back and forth, the latter's eyes looking you up and down as he steps forward, until he's a foot away from you. The moment he does, everyone bursts into a fit of laughter.

"Aww, look at that Acey?" Cater snaps pictures of the two of you, making sure you're both in frame for each one. "#Cuties!" he only serves the laugh more, your eyes looking at Ace as he avoids your gaze.

"Did you… Did you tell everyone what I said—?!" You move forward, your hands about to push on him, before he catches them. It's only then that you see the red on his face. A slight blush to otherwise pale skin.

"When you were gone, Acey got all worried. Kept looking for you and everything…" The more Cater speaks, the tighter Ace's grip on your fingers seems to be, and so does his avoidance of looking you in the eye. Trey steps in, smiling when he looks between the two of you. You flinch when Ace wraps his arms around you. The way he hugs you is way too stiff, and there seems to be two purposes for it. Relief in finding you and... covering himself.

"That's when he told everyone he was in love with you."

[ Boy, you can't conceal it, We know how you're feelin', Who you're thinkin' of ]

Leona Kingscholar thinks of you as the obnoxious bee in the botanical gardens who keeps buzzing around him despite swatting you away multiple times. He swears, why do you insist on hanging around him as much as possible… Don’t you have a school to pass?

“Do you plan on being in college for the rest of your life?” Leona's back is turned to you, your fingers poking his cheek as you look over his shoulder. You stop when the lion catches your wrist, peeking one eye open to gaze at you and your annoyance. 

“Do you plan on bothering me for the rest of your life?” he watches your eyes knit together in a moment's thought before an annoying smile places itself on your mouth. He lets go of your skin with a huff, his tail swaying back and forth as you continue to poke his rib. “Never mind, I shouldn’t have asked.” 

“Why should I stop? As far as I'm concerned, I'm the only one who can do this and not get murdered.” These words are what have him turning around and glaring, like those are the falsest words he’s ever heard… But are they really when he still lets you live after that? “See, I'm getting a glare right now, not a death sentence.” Even with your attempts to see how far you can push the prince, he sighs and turns over once more, his tail hitting you softly as it swings. “Do you treat me differently because you don’t like me?” 

“What…?” he doesn’t sound mad when he questions you; if anything, he’s genuinely confused about what could’ve brought this about. His unbothered exposition fails to express his puzzlement at your inquiry, however. 

“If someone makes you mad, you usually get even with them.” Leona’s eyes look into yours before you take that blessing from him and look into the sky. He savors the moments, watching the way the light hits your isies perfectly to allow the sun to show their true color. “I was just wondering, though.” 

“Do you want me to hate you?” Leona questions, your view of the clear sky is interrupted when a calloused hand places itself on your head and anchors you back down. “I…” … What does he mean? What is he going to say after that? 

There's no doubt in his mind. You're the most annoying herbivore in this school. One without magic, that he could easily overpower. The only reason you're not sanded down into the dirt is because… because… because…?

… It's fun watching you… struggle? Is that it?

“I mean, if I hate you, it’d only make sense if you did too.” You continue saying all this, as your finger moves up, once again on his cheek, but this time, you're even closer. You are practically lying down next to him, your elbow propping yourself up as you basically lean on the prince to annoy him.

“You hate me?” he asks, turning over to face you. Your eyes widen for a moment at the sudden proximity. You quickly scoot away, Leona's face scowling the moment you do. You curl your face at his reaction. Seriously… are you hideous to him or something?

“Not really. It was just a little joke.” You shrug, the grass tickling your face as you look at piercing green eyes that stare daggers into you. Is… is he thinking of you as his prey right now? You don't know it, but in a way, he is doing that. "Do you?" You watch as Leona makes a thinking motion, his tail hitting the floor as it sways.

"Yeah." Your expression drops the moment he says it, your body turning on its back. "You're the most annoying one of them all."

"… Am I really?" He hums in agreement. He waves his hand as a butterfly flies past, the colorful insect landing on your nose. You seem to take no notice of it, however, too intent on staring through the botanical gardens' glass ceiling. The sun on your side gets blocked by the beastmen, his elbow propping his head up as he looks at the way you close your eyes immediately.

"You upset about that?" His voice comes out disinterested, but his eyes seem to hold the most interest you've ever seen in them.

"Tell me more."

"… What?" His scarred eyes lift his brow, looking at you with the most confused of looks.

"Tell me more about how much you hate me." He thinks for a moment, plopping down on the grass to look at your side profile. Now it's his turn to stare at you.

"You're too good for the school. Being magic-less has you being the most useless student cuz of how easily you can be thrown around." Your nose stings a little. You can hear Leona's tail audibly hit the dirt. "You care too much about the people around you, and it's annoyin'. I can smell your scent everywhere I go. Every place I walk, you're sitting there like like a cub." You sniff once as you can feel Leona's stare bore even harsher through your body. "Every damn time I let you follow me." You hear his hand land next to your head. "Sometimes I even follow you around." You're about to sit up before Leona's arm drapes around you, tight and clingy, like he doesn't intend to let you go until he's done spilling his mind. "You annoy me every single day, cause even if you're not there, you're there."

You slowly turn your head towards Leona, his eyes glaring at you through his hair.

"I'm… sorry…?" A moment passes, one where he just looks at you for what seems like an eternity. You can hear him take a deep breath, his tail swaying even faster when he does.

"You're sorry once you stop being annoyin'." He sits up, the warmth of his arm over you disappearing along with it. You watch him stand to his full height, scratching the top of his head. Before he can take the first step, you call out to him, and he stops faster than if he were walking.

"Leona?"

"… Mm."

"I'll stop annoying you," you mutter out, Leona's ears twitching when you say it.

"… Yeah. Do that." He takes one step forward before stopping.

"But," you mutter out, spacing your next words incredibly longer. "I think… I love you."

"…" He walks away.

…

The moment Leona's eyes open after his overblot, after the information tidbit, he's quick to shove everyone to the side, sharp eyes staring across Savanaclaws stadium for even the slight sight of you. His nose doesn't even catch a whiff of you in the air, the familiar sweet scent that he's addicted to burying his nose into whenever you're in his vicinity. He still remembers the way he scowled when it hit his nostrils, your lips shifting into a mocking smile as you laugh, shoving your sleeve into his face. Behind your hand, he'd smile at the scent, quickly returning to a frown when you remove the cloth.

Where… Where are you?

When Leona wanders away, something completely out of character for him, everyone who yells his name only looks at each other, just hoping he'll show up for laters game.

…

At the game's end, Leona locks the infirmary doors with his magic, hearing the determined knocking of your friends at the door, all three of them calling your name.

Despite Leona's face being only a few inches away from yours, you do everything in your power to ignore him. Even going as far as separating him with your sleeve, putting the cloth to his face to push him away. You tense when you feel his hand take hold of your wrist, keeping your uniform on his face. It's only when you see him close his eyes and inhale, that you realize.

"Leona…? What are you—?" When he removes it, you can tell the next words he spits out are something you never expect to hear from his mouth.

"I love you, too."

Other characters who could be featured (Don't worry, I'll make a master list of this (⸝⸝⸝-﹏-⸝⸝⸝))

Twst - Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, Jamil Viper, Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia, Sebek Zigvolt, Rollo Flamme, Skully J. Graves

HSR - Blade, Sunday, Phainon, Mydei, Anaxa, Dan Heng, Aventurine, Dr.Ratio, Boothill, Jingyuan

Genshin: Scaramouche, Childe, Wriosthesley, Neuvillete, Alhaitham, Itto, Kazuha, Albedo

Like I said, updating will be pretty spontaneous, so don't expect an order, just expect one of these guys to have something written for them!!