#unleashed.

characters: jade l.

warnings: prefect!reader, uhh its giving soulmate au, messy (but fluffy?)

it’s strange.

that is, in short. in long, it’s horribly strange and amusing.

somewhere in the crowd, skillfully hidden behind many as he peeks through the gaps, there stands a student. his head is tilted, his eyebrows furrowed as he silently smiles, his eyes cold; yet flickers of mirth dance ever so often within them, highlighting the golden glow of his irises. that student is jade. jade leech. many have mixed feelings about him.

he’d conclude many have mixed feelings about this new stranger, too. someone who had shown up out of the blue at the entrance ceremony, accompanied by some furry pest that kept claiming itself to be better than it seemed. someone who denied having any connections with that same pest, harshly stepping on its tail at one point during the chaos that followed. watching everything unfold was amusing—almost comical for those who weren’t involved.

jade was one of them.

he observed it all, his mind taking notes on such interesting newcomers; for temporary entertainment, at least. they’d be bound to leave and never show again, the immediate mess they caused being far too much for a ‘first impression.’ but for now, there was no harm in enjoying the situation much more than he should, right?

right.

so why is it that when he and the newcomer share a second of eye contact, he’s taken aback? for the first time in a while, why is he genuinely surprised? why can he feel his eyes widen and his lips part, just for that very moment?

upon meeting your eyes, jade feels… something. that same ‘something’ takes shape in so many forms; so much so, that, it feels like he’s gained his human legs again.

a spark, similar to the feeling of flicking an almost dead lighter, hoping that a flame would show. when it does, flickering in and out, a weak little flame barely visible—he feels the desire to protect it. to keep that flame going for as long as he can, because he needs to.

a rush, similar to the feeling of everything coming back to him. waves of exhaustion crashing over him, throwing him back into reefs like the frigid mercilessness of the ocean; like the frigid mercilessness of jade himself. exhaustion, the result of all the things he’s done and put onto his plate—yet that rush goes away and hides in your eyes, leaving him completely.

a surge, similar to the feeling of utter thrill. when it comes from big achievements or minor achievements doesn’t make a difference, the pleasant joy trickling through his veins was a constant during those moments. right now, he feels that surge of joy—except it doesn’t trickle like a leak from a tranquil pond. it rushes in, storming angrily like the violent roaring of a frenzied river; yet, it’s all positive emotion.

the spark, the rush, the surge…

all of it baffles jade. he had not known he was capable of feeling any of this, swept up in the varied ‘something’ that a second of eye contact with a stranger caused. it’s fascinating, it’s new; and he feels vulnerable.

that’s… also new.

and even as the newcomer’s eyes rip away from his form, their footsteps loud as they run around, jade still stands there. not watching or waiting or anything, he just stands there,

a dim sparkle in his eyes. it wasn’t there before, and it was so minuscule that no one could even notice—but it was there.

deep inside of him is a buried little voice that not even he can hear, one wishing that it hopes he’d see you again.

somehow, somewhere.

“i want to find you,” it exclaims, its tiny voice begging to be heard. “i want to see you, be with you; please.”

jade doesn’t hear it, snapping back to reality as the chaos starts to settle down. he chuckles, the sparkle in his eyes fading away.

that moment meant nothing for someone he wouldn’t be seeing again.

💗💗💗

he wordlessly stares at your sleeping face, your body leaning into him. you’d fallen asleep on his shoulder. jade finds it a bit silly that you’d knocked out right then and there, using the ‘menacing tweel’ as your personal pillow. but in the end, no matter how hard he may tease or laugh, he knows he’d let you do just that in a heartbeat; again, and again, and again. that’s the beauty of it, whispers his thoughts. you didn’t know you’d ever feel like this.

“floyd,” you whisper, frowning in your sleep as you move around. “stop.. licking my stuff.. that’s not how this… works…”

jade only smiles at your behavior, his hands wrapping around you as he adjusts himself, letting you properly use him as a pillow. your neck would hurt and you’d feel a bit sore upon waking up, after all. as your newly acquired loving boyfriend, he couldn’t have that, could he? he’s a gentleman—although others would heavily protest that—and he would save you the pain.

he doesn’t even feel himself start to soften up as he gazes at you, or the corners of his lips quirking up a little, or even the way he melted into the embrace he put you in; no, jade only focuses on something else.

the familiar ‘something,’ the one that comes in a spark, a rush, and a surge.

💗💗💗

bonus:

only this time, you aren’t staring at him back.

(you’re peacefully asleep, dreaming of floyd trying to lay claim to your belongings through the method of licking. well, maybe it’s not so peaceful inside the actual dream as floyd’s licking everything you own. even the loofa you use in the shower.)

uhh i was going for a feeling /ref

I <3 this song!