#But I still feel really confident it's L 🤡

[lukolabrainrot]

A Study in Mirrors

(no not those kinds of mirrors you horny little devils...)

bestie there is one thing that's preventing me from fully accepting your study of who took the milk tshirt photo and that's reflections 🔍🕵🏻️‍♀️

luke's tattoo is on his left arm. when facing him, this would be to the right side of the veiwer's perspective. when looking at his own reflection in the mirror, luke would see his tattoo on the left side. now, we see the figure (F)'s reflection in the glasses, where the suspected tattoo (ST) appears to the right, meaning ST would be on F's right arm 😭

my hope was that you'd actually already mirrored the close up on the lens reflection to better compare it to the picture of luke. but i can't confirm this because when i edit the original picture i don't quite get the same view of F as in yours. Like in yours i can TOTALLY see luke in the blank tank top. and in fact this would completely rule out the possibility that eamon took the picture because his arms aren't as big as F's are in your photo. but for some reason none of my edits have even the same silhouette so idk. i'm hoping my phone just isn't powerful enough or something because i really want your conclusion to be true 😩

for now, i'm afraid the journal can't accept non-reproducible studies for publishing. we are giving you 3 weeks to submit an addedum to your paper rectifying the issues flagged by the reviewers 📑

status: paper pending review...

lol this gave me a good little chuckle!

I'll say I was more certain it was L (like 99% certain) based on the following:

The shape of the arms

The chest

The clothes (especially the tank)

The long, muscular leg that you can see extended in the bottom left of the pic in my post

I was never quite as certain about the tattoo 😂

But based on the other reasons I just listed, I was like that is totally L! And I could see the image of that body in EVERY TT image of that part of the sunglasses when I zoomed in on my computer. And N doesn't really hang out with any other guys that have a body type (and particularly arms) that are quiteeee like L (from my understanding)... 🤔

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

[hullo! dropping in a honmei gift for Ace!! thanks!! ^^]

Ace is surprised with a hug from behind. "Boo! Haha, did I getcha? Here," A small, red box with a ribbon is placed in his hands. There's a clear window on the lid, and through it, he sees a slice of cherry pie. "They had your favorite in the cafeteria today! I made sure to snag a piece for you before they ran out, hehe." Now face-to-face with him, the butterflies in their stomach go wild, but they push forth.

"...I'm just gonna lay it all out: I like you. A lot, actually. I'm in love with you, and your goofy smile, and those stupid pretty eyes of yours..."

They're unable to look at him, but they grin as they continue. "Really, what's not to love about you? You're pretty cool, you're really funny, and you're an amazing friend... You make my days here in this crazy world so much easier, and a whole lot brighter. You have no idea how grateful I am for that..." They look up at him, smiling brightly. "I must be really lucky, having someone like you by my side."

"Call me a sap, or a cheeseball, or whatever; I don't care. I know teasing people like that is your love language." They laugh as they lightly, playfully punch his arm. "Still, it's nice to actually hear the words, right? So... I love you, Ace Trappola! With my whole heart!" They punctuate their confession with a quick kiss to the heart mark on Ace's face.

One tiny alteration was made (just so the events pan out a little more fluidly and dramatically); instead of the Reader placing the box in Ace's hands, Ace grabs it. Hope that's alright! .. BRUH 😭 Can I just say???? I’m totally shocked at how many gifts Ace got this year??? He ALONE claimed 10% of the interactions, and that’s more than Malleus fucking Draconia.

What the heck did Ace do the last year to steal all of your hearts???????? 🤡 This is a genuine question.

Sweet on You.

"Hey, watch it!" Ace groaned, playfully swatting at you with his notebook once you had released him. "Only dummies like Deuce would fall for such a lame jumpscare. I'm built different."

After delivering a light blow to your head, he tucked the notebook under an arm. "So, what's up? You need me or something' now that classes are out?"

Ace peered at the small beribboned red box you offered. Through a window of clear plastic film, he could see a slice of pie. The lattice crust was crisp and golden brown, the filling oozing with plump cherries.

His eyes lit up. "Sweet, score!! I was super bummed out since Professor Crewel--what a hardass--lectured me about goofing off in lab. He went on for so long that I was late for lunch period and totally missed my shot at grabbing a slice."

Ace greedily reached to intercept the snack. When both his grip and yours were locked onto the box, the swarm of butterflies in your stomach went wild and let loose. That physical connection, however brief, your impetus.

You liked him. In fact, you loved him. All your heartfelt thoughts and feelings spilled out, every last detail you loved about him put on display in the empty classroom.

His fingers, and his expression, froze.

You continued.

The more you spoke of him, the more confidence ballooned in your chest. A smile slowly crept onto your mouth, and you managed to wrench your eyes up to match Ace's.

"I must be really lucky, having someone like you by my side."

"... Hah?" Ace stole away the cherry pie. Jutting his chin out, he adopted a smug look—but failed to disguise the initial stutter to his response. “O-Of course you’d be into me. Duh, who wouldn’t be? Can't exactly fault ya. I'm some pretty hot stuff--I'm cheerful, funny, loyal, and super humble. I'm basically the perfect package!"

Lifting a hand, he lightly flicked you on the forehead. "I know you're madly in love with me and can't bear to be apart, but geez, don't go and say sappy stuff like that! You're seriously no shame and all cheese."

"I don't care," you laughed, taking his biting remarks in stride. You landed a punch on his arm. "I know teasing people like that is your love language."

"H-Hey, don't just go and assume..."

"I love you, Ace Trappola! With my whole heart!"

"... Ah."

Warmth blossomed from the mark stamped on his face. Its origin point, where you had laid your lips. His own mouth, and all the sass that flowed from it, silenced.

Your hearts skipped in unison as you beheld one another. The moment, magical.

Ace broke your gaze and quickly looked away.

Time seemed to stand still, letting loose of its hold only when he next spoke.

“………………………. You beat me to saying it,” Ace muttered. A coquettish pink had bloomed upon his cheeks. “It’s cool to have you around. Maybe… we could hang out even more. Not as friends, but as something more.”

His eyes—the very ones you loved—returned to you, bolder and more bright than ever before.

“… What do you say? Be my partner in crime?”