#ayt lets bench press tsunderes

[mobagehelllocal]

“do you even lift, bro?”

Not exactly a prompt but just a suggestion where the dorm leaders fem s!o wants to carry them bridal style? Maybe they got injured or maybe she just wanted to show her strength? How will everyone react? Thanks a lot :) -- From @blackstrawberrynightmare​.

A/N: Thank you so much for this! This was a very fun break from the “holding the world” series ahahah~ I enjoyed it a lot and I think it sort of became crack? I hope this makes everyone who reads it laugh at least once! Please tell me what you think~

other versions: ver i (this), ver ii (dire, divus, ashton), ver iii (leech twins, jamil, epel, rook, lilia)

--

“Bet I could bench press you.” 

“I beg your pardon?” Riddle turned to you with the most incredulous face ever, and you giggled in response. “What is... a bench press?” Riddle struggled, his expression looked as if he was thinking back onto all your conversations--he tried to remember if you’ve ever mentioned this... bench press before.

“It’s basically when I hold you like this” you opened your palms facing upright, “and then I lift you like this--” you proceeded to move your hands up and down. 

“Absolutely not.”

“But Riddle!” you pouted, and he narrowed his eyes in turn, his arms crossed. 

“I refuse to be... bench pressed.” He pressed his lips tight together, and you sighed, disappointed.

“One day I’ll convince you.”

“That day will never come.” 

“Then next time, I won’t ask for permission.” 

“You--” Riddle glared, his cheeks red. “--never mind.” he scoffed, as he looked away. “What makes you think you can carry me anyways?” 

“Ah, but I can!” 

“I don’t believe it.” Unfortunately for Riddle, you were waiting for something like that.

“Then let me prove my strength~” 

“What are you doing? Why are you bending down--Wait, don’t you dare--guh!” 

You proceeded to wrap your arms behind his knees, and around his back. With barely a blink, you swept him up into your arms. 

Riddle gaped when you barely flinched. While Riddle was small, he wasn’t exactly light. Or at least, that’s what he liked to think. You looked down at him, and wiggled your eyebrows.

“Have I made you fall in love, prince of my heart?” You delighted in the embarrassed red flush on his cheeks. He began to struggle in your arms, but you held on pretty tight--enough that the most he could do was attempt to push you away with his hands.

“Let me down,” his brow furrowed, and from embarrassed red he slowly turned to angry red, “this instant.” 

“No way, this is too fun.” you giggled, as he struggled harder in response. 

“If you don’t I’ll--” he stopped short, realizing he really didn’t have leverage against you. He couldn’t exactly use his unique magic on you. You grinned cheekily at him, and he crossed his arms grumpily in response. “... Since when were you so strong anyways?”

“Always?” 

“You didn’t say anything.” he pointed out and you cocked your head to the side in thought. 

“I guess it’s like you with your magic. You’ve always had it, you’ve always been good at it.” you shrugged, “it’s normal to me. So I never thought it was something that needed explaining?” He sighed in response, he could understand your point after all. 

“... When will you let me down?” 

“Never.” you cuddled close and his blush that had originally calmed down--intensified. 

“--!” he sighed, before he let you. It should be fine as long as nobody walked in.

“Prefect, Riddle--” Cater walked in, only for his eyes to widen, and his hand snapped up immediately to take a photo.

“Cater!” Riddle looked murderous, and he tried to leap out of your arms to grab the third year who laughed nervously, and hesitantly stepped back. “[Name]! Let go of me right now!” 

“Sorry, can’t do Riddle,” you giggled. “Cater! Send me that photo, okay~?” 

“[Name]!” 

“There’s a reason I adore you Prefect!” Cater laughed, as he snapped more photos. 

“What’s going on?” Trey ducked into the room, and paused at the sight. Riddle sputtered, as Trey immediately turned around to snicker. 

“Cater I want those photos too--” 

“YOU ALL--!”

--

“Leona!” you tried to call the man’s attention, but he only turned away, his tail thumped heavily on the ground.

“No.” 

“But you need to get to class!” you protested, “don’t you have a super important thing today?” 

“Hngh... zzz...” 

“Hey! Don’t you dare fall asleep on me!” The lack of a response made your eye twitch. “Fine... if that’s what you’re gonna do--then I’ll have to resort to--” 

When there was a sudden silence, Leona smirked, the moment you approached him--he would drag you down to the ground with him, and quiet you down by--

That is until he felt your small, delicate hands dig underneath his back then legs and within a moment--he hissed in surprise, and you smirked in response--you carried him in your arms, bridal style. 

“-carrying you.” You snickered at him. “how do you like it, Leona?” 

You’ve never seen him so surprised. His eyes were wide, his pupils huge (’like a cat’s!’ you couldn’t help but inwardly squeal), his ears were flattened against his head, his tail was actually still--and from the little of it that you could see of it--it seemed like the fur was standing upright too. 

‘One day,’ you solemnly swore to yourself, ‘I’ll surprise him by, I dunno--bench pressing him with one hand so I can take a photo with the other hand.’  

Leona just stared at you, his mouth slightly agape. 

Sure, Afterglow Savanna was filled with incredibly strong women. However no one has ever attempted to carry Leona. Primarily because he wouldn’t let anyone--and also because his pride wouldn’t let him. He knew that women outside of Afterglow Savanna weren’t the same as the women within the kingdom. So he had figured you wouldn’t be able to carry him...

Give him a moment, his pride was just damaged, in the same moment you’ve suddenly become all the more attractive to him. 

‘In the culture of his kingdom, especially for the royal family--what made a great wife, is a strong woman. Here you were, proving just how perfect you were for him.’  He could feel the heat rise to his face upon that realization, and he struggled to calm his heart down--fervently hoping that nothing showed on his face.  

“Hello? Leona?” He was still super still in your arms, and you shrugged. “Ah well, since you aren’t resisting, this will be easier for me.” So you began to carry him out of the garden. At your sudden movement, he twitched in your arms, and tried to get off. Unfortunately for him, being able to lift a man of his height and weight also meant that you had a pretty strong grip.

“Nope.” you shook your head. “You wouldn’t get up earlier, so I’ll just carry you to class.” 

“Let me go He-” he paused, ‘Could he still call you herbivore, given you’ve proven you’re not a herbivore?’ 

At his sudden, uncharacteristic hesitance, you glanced down at him. Wow, he’s being really weird today. 

“Leona... are you okay?” He opened his mouth to respond, when his ears twitched, and he struggled harder in your arms. 

“He--[Name], put me down, right now.” he practically hissed. 

“What? No way! You’re clearly not enjoying this, therefore I am.” ‘Hah! Take that for all the heartbeats I wasted on you, you big tease!’ He growled in response, about to snap back when--

“Is that... Leona?” You blinked, head turned in the direction of the voice, while Leona slackened in your arms, and groaned. “with [Name] carrying him? Shishishi!” 

“Oh! Hi Ruggie~ Jack~ I’m off to bring your dorm leader to his class~” 

Ruggie was practically bent forward, as he both cried and laughed. Meanwhile Jack just stared at you with the widest eyes, and biggest open mouth you’ve seen on him.

“Hahahah! Leona--being carried like a bride! Wait I need a photo!” Ruggie snickered as he pulled out his phone.

“Oi! Ruggie! Don’t you dare--!”

“Oho, I see you’re a hyena of culture Ruggie! How do you want me to pose?”

“Well if you can just--” 

“You herbi-[Name]--don’t encourage him!” Leona yelled, clearly exasperated. At the corner of his eye, he noticed that Jack’s shoulders were shaking. The student had desperately covered his mouth--trying to hide his own laugh.

‘Great,’ he scowled. ‘they’ll never let me live this down.’  

--

“You’re doing great Azul!” Jamil yelled, with a very wide, self-satisfied smirk on his face as the trembling octopus merman flew into the air on his broom. Azul would’ve shaken his fist at the snake if he wasn’t clinging onto the broom as hard as he was. ‘Is he that mad about the burn cure incident in our alchemy class?’ Azul thought, but the broom wobbled and his grip tightened on it in response.

“Unbelievable these land dwellers,” Azul cursed underneath his breath. “I just learnt how to walk on two legs last school year and now they want me to fly? They want a merman in the air? Absurd. Complete savages the lot of them.”

Now when it came to magic—the most important thing is being able to believe in your ability to do it. Be it believing in your ability to manipulate elements, or believing in your ability to conjure something out of thin air.

This applied to flying too.

Unfortunately for the octopus... he was so distracted as he cursed in the language of the seas—he forgot about the fact he was flying.

Hence his broom started to wobble.

He only realized the problem when his broom started to jerk around.

“Oh—“ he let out more curses in his native language and closed his eyes, “ok you can do this Azul. I believe I can fly! I believe I can fly—“

But he didn’t really so—his broom grew to be even crazier with his movements.

“Hey! Azul! Open your eyes! Calm down!” Jamil yelled out. Caught up in his own panic, Azul didn’t hear him. 

“I believe I can flyIbelieveIcanflyIbelieveIcanfly--” Azul chanted, but when he opened his eyes and saw how high he was-- 

“Ah carp, I’m gonNA DIE!” Azul shrieked, and shut his eyes tight--which led to him getting flung off his broom.

“Oh scarab.”  Jamil swore as he tried to run after the free falling octopus, only to stumble to a stop when he saw--

“Gotcha!” 

One moment he was free falling, then the next moment he’s caught, and pressed close to your chest. Azul’s eyes flew open in response to hearing your voice. You looked down at him with a wide smile.

You were carrying him--like a bride. Your hold was gentle, but firm--and the smile you sent him was tinted with worry--but it turned to amusement with the way he gaped at you. 

Azul’s eyes glistened, and you’re pretty sure he would start crying any second now if you didn’t immediately distract him. You didn’t want him to be sad after all. 

“You rang for a Princess Charming?~” you tossed in a wink, and he promptly turned red in response. 

“You--ga--wha--” Azul gaped at the fact you carried him in your arms with ease. 

“[Surname]!” you looked up to see that the rest of Azul’s second year class had ran up to you too. You easily hiked Azul up in your arms (which he yelped at), as you stood upright. Ashton Vargas looked at you with glitter in his eyes, and you took an involuntary step back at his expression.

“That! WAS! IMPRESSIVE!” Professor Vargas boomed, “That catch was magnificent! You barely stumbled! No recoil at all!” 

“I’m really strong.” You said with a shrug of your shoulders. “I never really had a problem with doing physical stuff. I just braced myself properly to catch Azul.” you held out your arms, where the octopus, still completely bewildered, lay--still slack from the shock. 

“Since when could you do that, [Surname]?”

“I always could...?” you shrugged your shoulders in response. “I just never needed to use it.” you laughed awkwardly. 

“Is Ashengrotto alright?” Vargas looked at the merman, and tried to look at his expression. 

“I think I should take him to the infirmary.” you said, “he’s still in shock.” 

“Right, right. You do that.” Vargas stroked his beard. “Carry on. I’ll have Viper update Ashengrotto if he misses out on anything.” Jamil flinched, and shot a guilty glance at Azul then at you. You shot him a smile, in response and mouthed that you’d tell Azul he was sorry. Jamil looked relieved. 

“Sure Professor.” with that you turned around, and relaxed your hold on Azul.

“...How’d you know?” 

“Hm?” 

“... That I didn’t want to be seen... like that.” 

“You mean crying?” You gave him a love filled smile that made his heart beat even faster. “Well the answer is simple. I am your girlfriend after all.” His face turned red again. 

“Thank you.” Azul sighed, “I feel like you saved me twice today.” 

“And I’ll keep saving you whenever you need me.” That gentle grin--full of your adoration for him is enough for his blush to darken.

“Please put me down.” 

“Oh no, I refuse.” you squeezed. “I think you’re cute in my arms~” 

“I want my octopus pot right now.” 

Extra:

“Oh my.” 

“Carp.” Azul swore, as he saw the Leech twins up ahead. Floyd let out a happy gasp, before he ran right over.

“Ooooh! I want to be carried too--!” 

“Wait Floyd--don’t just jump--AH!” 

“Oh my, my.” Jade snickered to himself as you easily caught Floyd, but started to stumble.

“Jade!” wailed Azul from underneath the laughing Floyd.

“Woah! Shrimpy strong!” 

“Don’t move too much! Ah! Wait! My balance--” 

--

As you entered the Scarabia Dorms to visit Kalim, you noticed a commotion. More specifically--a bunch of animals going wild. You also quickly noticed Jamil off to the side, hissing out sharp commands. 

You ran up to him, and waited for him to acknowledge you. Which he does, easily enough.

“Ah, Prefect, you’re here.” he had a long suffering expression on his face, and you tilted your head.

“Someone forgot to lock up all the animals this morning so...” he sighed. “We’re trying to calm them down.” 

“Ah, I see.” you looked around, “any way I can help?” 

“You don’t have to, please sit with Kalim.” he gestured to an empty chair. Something in your stare must’ve been telling, because he visibly paled and went: 

“He... he’s not there.... is he?” he said in a very weak and pitiful tone. 

“No he’s not.” you said, as gently as possible. “Would you like me to help?” 

“Yes please.” 

“Alright.” you slammed your fist against your open palms. “He’s likely wherever it’s most difficult.” Jamil nodded, before he made a very deadpanned expression.

‘Ah.’ 

“... He’s with the elephants.” you both said in unison, and you both rushed off in the direction. 

--

You find him easy. 

There he was, in the middle of the path, faced away from the approaching elephants. 

“Jamil! [Name]!” he waved--WAVED! All cheeky too! While in the midst of danger. Jamil looked like he was having a heart attack, so you quickly darted to Kalim.

“Wait! [Name]!” you quickly scooped Kalim up into your arms, bridal style, before you tossed yourself as hard as you could out of the fray. You exhaled in relief, before you feel Kalim wrap his arms around your neck, to give you a quick kiss on the cheek.

“My hero!” he laughed, all jovial, as if he hadn’t nearly been in mortal danger.

“Kalim! That was dangerous!” 

“Yeah but we got out of it alright!” he said, as he waved his hand in a dismissive manner. “What’s more important is--! I didn’t realize how strong you were!” When he looked at you with those sparkly eyes, it was easy to falter, and forget about everything that could you upset. 

The adrenaline finally rushed out of you, and you crashed to your knees, after which you buried your head into the crook of his neck.

“[N-Name]?” his voice was confused, and even flustered. Any other time, you would be eager to see his expression, but for now--

“Please... be more careful next time.” 

“.... Uhn... I’m sorry! I’ll try not to make you worry so much!” Kalim pulled away from you to look at your face. “What kind of boyfriend will I be if I make you hurt like that, yeah?” 

You exhaled, relieved. “Yes, exactly.” 

You both share a smile, then soft giggles--before it turned into full blown laughter.

That is until--

“What do you think you were doing Kalim?” Jamil hissed, his expression dark.

“Oh--well, that is” Kalim sweated in response, and you attempted to melt into the background until Jamil’s dark gaze moved to you.

“And you as well--” he gritted his teeth, “running out like that--!” 

“Wait--why are you blaming me?” 

“You both nearly gave me a heart attack!” when he looked up, his eyes glowed with a sinister light.

“Oh no.” 

“...[Name]... save me.” 

“Already on it.” you hopped onto your feet, and darted off with Jamil hot on your heels. 

“Come back here you two!” 

--

Now, normally when people were surrounding your ridiculously pretty boyfriend you were fine with it. He was a model after all. You didn’t really mind him interacting with his fans--you were perfectly fine with stepping out of the way, and giving them a few minutes to talk to Vil. 

You could relate.

After all, you didn’t call yourself Vil’s number one fan for nothing. 

You were lucky enough to be able to hoard Vil to yourself so much, so you were always willing to share ‘Vil the model’ with his fans.

‘It’s fine. I’m completely fine.’ you crossed your arms. You hoped your face wasn’t irritated, or upset. You understood how important fan interactions are but--

‘It’s our first date in awhile, and I really wanted to enjoy private time with Vil.’ you thought mournfully, as you eyed the gaggle of boys and girls who surrounded your Vil. 

If Vil was upset--it wasn’t visible on his face at all. In fact, as per usual, he enjoyed his time with his fans. (Which made you feel even worse.) He made sure to acknowledge each one of them, and looked them straight in the eye. It caused a lot of the fans to go red, and nearly faint (once more, absolutely relatable--those eyes? With those lashes? Up close? Even you had difficulty breathing with him that close.) 

You looked at the time, only to inhale sharply at the fact he’s been at it for at least an hour. Plus--based on the way the crowd around him only grew, you two would never get to finish your date.

‘Alright, I’m sorry,’ you thought, ‘but I’m going to have to get in the way.’ 

When Vil looked up to search for you outside the crowd, he couldn’t see you. He mentally frowned. He was grateful that you were always willing to adjust to his fans, but at times--he wouldn’t mind if you were a little bit more selfish with him.

He had given you himself--he as Vil Schoenheit. The world--his fans--they might have Vil Schoenheit as the influencer and model--but you had him, for himself. The Vil with no make up in the morning, the Vil who would cheat his diet for some sweets, the Vil who wasn’t as put together as the world saw. You saw all his flaws--the imperfections, the things he found ugly--yet you held him, told him he was your world despite that. 

That was something.

No, it is something.

He hoped you knew, that no matter what, that made you so irreplaceable... so important to him. 

After all, beyond his prowess as a poisoner, beyond his fame as a model--who would stand by him when that was all gone? 

He hoped it was you. 

“Sorry everyone, but I’ll have to steal my boyfriend away now.” 

He turned to you, surprised but excited that you were going to steal him away.

‘Now how would you do that, sweet potato?’ 

He saw you bend down, then quite literally--sweep him off his feet. He’s surprised--and his first reaction is to wrap his arms around your neck. You ignored the gasp of fans, as you quickly run off without a single misstep. 

“I finally have you, my ah... damsel in distress?” you quirked your brow, not sure if you said it right. Vil only laughed and pressed his lips against your cheek. When he pulls back, there’s a very obvious lipstick mark on your cheek. 

“You finally saved me, my Princess Charming.” he said, and you blinked down at him. 

“I was just... selfish.” 

Oh! And how much did that warm his heart--to know how much you wanted to dominate his time, as much as he did.

“You can always be selfish with me.” He told you quietly, with a gentle smile. 

“I mean--are you sure?” 

“Of course! I am your boyfriend after all!” He cocked his head to the side, “now, you didn’t tell me you were strong enough to carry me around.” 

“It never came up?” 

“Then, I’ll rely on you to save me more--alright?” 

You stared into his eyes--honest, and loving, coupled with how genuinely enchanting Vil was well--you broke away first with a faint blush on your cheeks.

“... Of course...”  

EXTRA: 

“How cute...” Rook purred. 

“Aside from how weird it is that we’re following them on their date...” Epel paused. “I wonder if [Name] would tell me how she got so strong?” 

--

You burst into Idia’s room, frantic and worried after receiving a text from Ortho, about his brother collapsing.

“[Name]!” Ortho called out relieved, as he pointed out Idia--slumped onto the ground, groaning.

“What happened Ortho?” you frowned, as you knelt, and carefully turned your boyfriend onto his back.

“He just suddenly collapsed, and I don’t know why.” Ortho fretted, you leant forward and pressed your forehead against his, only for you to reel back quickly in surprise.

“I think he’s running a fever.” you frowned, “we’ll have to take him to the infirmary.” 

“But how?” 

“I’ll carry him, of course.” Ortho’s mouth dropped in surprise when you easily scooped up his brother. With Idia’s long hair trailing to the ground and limp body, it did look like you had just finished saving a princess. 

“Woah! [Name] you look so cool!” Ortho stared up at you with shining eyes, and you giggled in response.

“Thanks Ortho. Now go run ahead and tell the nurse I’m bringing your irresponsible brother to the office, alright?” 

“Mhm!” 

--

On the walk there, Idia stirred in your arms.

“Oh, are you finally awake?” you teased, at which his eyes widened and he immediately froze in your arms.

“[Name]?” he squeaked out, then frantically looked around before he met your gaze again. “Wait--are you carrying me?” 

“To the nurse’s office, yes” you said, amused. 

“Please put me down!” 

“Absolutely not, after all--you made Ortho and I worry a lot!” you huffed at him, “so suffer in the arms of your girlfriend a little longer!” 

“Everyone is staring!” he whimpered. 

“Well if a certain someone didn’t forget to take care of themselves while they got into the new dlc for Gao Gao Shield and Sword...” Idia whined in response.

“I needed to complete the GaoDex before anyone else! I was one Gao Gao away from completing it, before this upstart mystery player LilV actually managed to beat me--” he buried his face in his palms. “I was so close...” 

“There there.” you tried to rub his back as best as you could. “Isn’t there another dlc still coming out later this year?” He brightened up at that.

“That’s right, I’ll start training my resistance to hunger and--” he winced at the glare you shoot at him.

“If you’re going to do it, do it in a healthy manner Idia.” you frowned, “if not for me--then for Ortho.” 

He paused, as he lowered the hands covering his face to stare at your face. You were genuinely worried for his sake, and he thought: ‘oh no, this is like picking the wrong choice in Water Crest: Seven Dorms and my support level is going down!’ he inwardly panicked, ‘I worked pretty hard to grind to level S! Of course I need to maintain it because I--’ he felt his face flush red. ‘because I really like [Name]... and I don’t want her to worry so--’ 

“I’ll... I’ll be more careful.” he looked away, bashful, and you stared at him--surprised. You didn’t think it would be easy--he loved gaming. You wouldn’t want him to change--only to take care of himself more. 

So now that he was saying this then--

‘I’ll meet him halfway.’ you decided.

“Next time I’ll stay with you.” you said, with a sweet smile. “so if you get caught up in it, I’ll get you back on track.”

“Are you sure? You might get bored?” 

“Now why would I get bored?” you shoot him a sly smile, “I’m spending time with my boyfriend after all~” 

“...” 

“Ah! Idia you’re heating up!” 

“That’s because--! Ughh--! I didn’t realize there was an SS support conversation!” 

“A what?” 

--

“So are your horns heavy?” 

Malleus cocked his head at your sudden question.

“I’m... confused... with this question, bright light.” 

“Eh...” you move your hands around as you spoke, “I don’t know, I guess I was just curious if your horns... like maybe had a certain weight to them? Like... does your neck hurt?” you tilted your head. “Like... does it feel like when you’re holding a staff? Maybe?” You paused as you looked back at the dark fae.

“Sorry, was that a weird question? Is it... intrusive? Or something?” 

“No it is not.” he shook his head gently. “I suppose I can not really tell. I have had my horns all my life so I can not say if they are light or heavy.” 

“Could I try--like seeing if they’re heavy?” He quirked his brow in response.

“You can try,” he paused, “but how exactly will you do that, bright light?” 

“Like this.” With barely a blink, you gestured for him to crouch lower. He did so--confused. When you suddenly picked Malleus up into your arms, you do so with such a smoothness that he froze. 

“Huh, your horns are slightly heavy I think.” You adjusted him in your arms, you definitely felt a difference in weight closer to the side where his horns were. “Tsunotarou? Bright eyes? Two hundred and two centimeters? Malmal? Are you okay?” 

(You were unaware of Sebek behind you, who had attempted to rush out to save his young lord. Lilia pulled him back with one hand, his other hand covered his guffaw. On his other side, Silver was very awake--also surprised that a human girl was able to just sweep the young lord into you arms with barely a flinch or stagger.)

You squinted at him, only to realize his pupils were wide--wider than you’ve ever seen before. His lips were parted slightly, as he stared at you. He looked absolutely stunned. 

“Um? Are you okay--” 

“Heh...” Malleus raised a hand to his lips, before he started laughing out loud.

“Woah Malmal, you look sort of... crazy.” 

“Heheh... Hahahah!” Malleus laughed, “Interesting! So very fascinating, my bright light.” 

“Uh?” 

“To think you would have the gall to lift the Heir to the Valley of Thorns--to think you had the strength to do so--will you ever stop being so intriguing, my bright light?” 

“I’ll try not too?” you replied, in a confused tone, and Malleus continued to chuckle lightly in your arms. His eyes became gentle at your response. 

‘I keep wondering why I find you so fascinating...’ he mused, ‘but it is truly simple--you are not afraid to treat me as... myself I suppose. You did not see me as Heir of the Valley of Thrones--you saw me as a man with horns-- a man with bright eyes--’  

‘You do not treat me as delicate... but at the same time, you do not treat me as something to be feared.’ 

‘You are like a light... a light with the potential to burn away all the darkness...’ he held your confused gaze, ‘will you do it? Bright light? Will you persevere in this world not yours--and show it how bright you can be?’ 

‘Whether you do or not--you are perhaps, the only one, the first one I can consider a friend--an equal.’ 

“You look really deep in thought, bright eyes.” You said, and he hummed. 

“It is nothing.” When you moved to let him down, Malleus’s arms looped its way around your neck. 

“Ah?” 

“I would like to stay in your arms for a little longer, bright light.” He met your gaze, and you blushed at the intensity in those eyes. “Would you indulge me?” 

“--That is... of course, Tsunotaro.” His smile widened, and your heart melted at how genuinely happy it was. To think he used to gaze at the world with such sadness...

If little things like this was enough to make him happy, then you want to do it more often. 

--

Ai’s Glossary For TWST Swear Words *I primarily came up with this because I don’t think swear words are the same in different worlds--? So I decided I should just come up with them.  (✧≖‿ゝ≖) 

- “Oh my Queen” / “Sweet Witch” / “Dear Sorcerer” ... you get the drill   - basically equivalent to our “oh my god”, “sweet lord”, “dear god”

- “Oh carp” - unique to the Octavinelle dorm. It’s basically “oh crap” or “oh shit.” Variation include “holy carp.” 

- “Oh scarab” - unique to the Scarabia dorm. Perhaps specifically unique to Jamil too. It’s the same as above, except he uses scarab instead of carp.