#heartslaybyul

[odmn124]

I see you Yana Toboso. You ain't slick pairing Leona and Trey in Platinum Jacket AND having them have a go at each other in Playful Land.

'You look like the good cute little boy you always act like'

'Leona, you look so upstanding with a collar like that on'

I WASN'T READY MENTALLY FOR THIS INTERACTION, I WASN'T

THEY BOTH REALLY WENT FOR THE THROATS

WHAT DID I SAY IN THE PREVIOUS POST? MENACING BAKER BOY

[hyuckonia]

the mass has spoken. you guys are safe THIS time......

[luxthestrange]

TWST Incorrect quotes#531 OH SO HELP ME-

Savanaclaw Student: Yesterday, The Dormleaders had a meeting with Yuu I was there to deliver the refreshments, and Grim picked up a letter opener someone left on a table, and let me tell you…

Savanaclaw Student: When Yuu yelled “Put that shit back” so loud, you know what I did?

Heartslabyul&Pomefiore student*Veterans of having a "Mother-like" Leader* You put your own shit back, didn’t you?

Savanaclaw Student: I put my own shit back...so did the dorm leaders and head mage-

[minty-bubblegum]

3 and 11 for the twst asks? :)

3. Favorite background?

I never really thought about a favorite background 😭. But, I really like heartslabyul bgs!! There's just something about them... Preddy dorm :3

11. Favorite dorm uniforms?

YESB!!!! IT'S A HARD CHOICE BETWEEN OCTAVINELLE AND POMEFIORE !!! VERY MAJESTICAL I REALLY LIKE THEIR DORM UNIFORMS THEY ABSOLUTELY ATE I SWEAR TEHY.

[zayray030]

Imagine a 1 month event where the teachers decide to switch the 1st years(not including Yuu) dorms so that they can bond with others more.

Jack=Diasmonia, Sebek=Heartslaybyul, Epel=Savanaclaw, Ace=Pomefiore.

(Blah blah blah add reactions lmao it’s 3AM I’m tired ;-;)

(Insert everyone discovering a polaroid photo of Ace in middle school with long hair, waistline level) and mostly everyone agrees Ace would’ve looked better in Pomefiore if he didn’t cut his hair.

Vil is basically praising the Seven for making have that short hair cut or else Ace would’ve been as beautiful as Vil if not Neige level

Ace pulling an Azul by burning every single picture from his middle school days because he'll be damned if ANYONE found out about his ahem hobby.

However, he didn't realise that nothing hid from Rook. NOTHING. Not for long anyways

So, whilst he's stuck in Pomefiore he's relaxed. He doesn't think that Vil or anyone else will ever find out about middle school, so he plays the obliviousness up.

Until Rook corners him in front of everyone and asks why he's had such a drastic change since Middle school regarding behaviour and oulls out several albums worth of pictures

Ace, is MORTIFIED. Doesn't help that the Heartslabyul senpai are useless and are just staring at his pictures and Riddle has one hanging in the lounge that gets replaced everytime Ace steals it back

The first years are malfunctioning. Epel is the only one who's able to act normal because he looks like a girl so he's used to it

The basketball senpai has pictures as well and use it as a good luck charm and it actually works as well

[cheezeybread]

American McGee Alice anon, back at it again [if I keep this up, I might label myself something cheesy like "Anon McGee." How does that sound?]

I was going to gather more to send your way regarding the topic of the last request, but I couldn't actually put much together today. So, instead, I'm delivering some potentially mildly incoherent ramblings and a lot of creative freedom to take them wherever you'd like.

I'm thinking especially of something along the lines of- likely post Riddle Overblot- a gradual shift into the MadAlice Reader becoming more genuinely comfortable with everyone in Heartslaybyul as they begin to create a differentiation between them and that which hurt them in the previous mental wonderland they'd retreated to.

Obviously there's still plenty of Rocky moments to be had- just because they're comfortable doesn't mean all will always be well- but overall, I'm just thinking of a bit of a fluffy-ish scenario that encapsulates the reader growing closer to the students of Heartslaybyul. Maybe hurt/comfort at best, but still comfort nonetheless.

Again, take as many creative liberties as you want here, I'm doing my best to balance being vague enough to allow wiggle room but also trying not to keep too many details out to the point it's just entirely unclear, lmao.

YEAAHHHH ANON MCGEE BACK AT IT AGAIN! Totally start calling yourself that now, it has such a silly ring to it!

Don't worry, I totally got you (unless I don't oops), so have this little sucker of a one-shot! I haven't written very many comfort fics lately, so I might be a taddddd rusty, sorry!

𝐅𝐭: 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞, 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐲, 𝐀𝐜𝐞, 𝐃𝐞𝐮𝐜𝐞, 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

..••°°°°••..

You had woken up sooner, rather than later, to the relief of the entire Heartslabyul dorm. But no one was more relieved than Riddle.

As soon as you woke up, Riddle was there, leaning his head down to read out of a thick textbook. You almost didn't recognize him at first...he wasn't wearing the attire you normally saw him in. Instead of the crown and wonderland-esque uniform, he had on a shirt that looked to be a size too big, and a baggy pair of sweatpants.

You sat up slowly, the movement sending a dull throb through your back. Geez, how long were you out? The shuffling of the bed made Riddle's head jerk up, and the tension on his face faded as soon as he saw your eyes opening.

"You...you're awake," He said, his voice in a whisper.

You couldn't think of what to say to this guy who was practically a stranger to you, so you made a small "mhmm" back.

Riddle looked back down to his textbook before closing it softly, setting it down on the ground beneath his chair. He took his time before looking back up at you, his gaze focused on your shoulder rather than your eyes.

"I wanted to say that I'm...sorry," He started, a bit awkwardly. One of his hands reached down to his sweatpants, idly pulling at the fabric "For everything. I wasn't very kind to you, which went against one of the rules of the-" He stopped himself, furrowing his brows "I mean, it wasn't nice of me. And I knew that you had some...issues with our dorm. But yet, because of me, you kept having to be dragged back there. Even though I could tell how much it was hurting you."

Riddle sat up a bit straighter, taking a deep breath before continuing "I was....wrong. It was wrong of me to treat you like I did, and I was wrong about so much other stuff, too. The Quee- sorry, her rules aren't everything, and since my accident, I've come to understand that the person with the most power isn't necessarily the most right, much less the most righteous ruler there could be." He folded his hands in his lap "I know that you have issues, I can see the burns on what little parts of your skin show. I hear from Ace, from Cater, everyone who's seen you, that you have something happening. Some sort of paranoia. And I cannot express how deeply apologetic I am for playing into your fear."

You swallowed thickly, trying your best not to remember the events that transpired just before you blacked out. You tried not to see the malice and hatred in Riddle's eyes now that you had seen before. But it was hard. "M'kay," was all you could manage.

"I won't disrespect you by demanding you tell me what's going on, or what had happened to you in the past," Riddle continued "I only wish for you to help me act better, for you to tell me how I can help. I wish to improve myself, and my dorm, to become a place where you can rest easier than you have in the past. Or, if you'd rather be left alone by us entirely throughout your stay at this school, I can do my best to ensure my students won't get in your way in the slightest."

He...he actually wanted to help you? After all that happened, after all that he himself went through as well? The thought brought a small smile to your face, and you reached out a shaky hand, resting it on top of Riddle's head

"That sounds nice."

Riddle gave a small smile in return, his relief palpable. He had expected you to blow up in anger, based on how he acted. To see you holding no ill will towards him was more than he could hope for. He stood up quickly, nodding his head towards you in a professional manner, before he walked out of the room.

It wasn't until a week later that you realized he had not worn his uniform so that you wouldn't panic at the sight of him.

★・・・・・・★

Things were slowly getting better. For real this time.

It wasn't easy, but no recovery ever should be. But with some baby steps, you were on your way to a better place, mentally and emotionally. You could tell that Riddle was healing alongside you, which made the path to happiness a little more rewarding.

You never did tell the Heartslabyul dorm what had happened to you in detail. Only offhandedly mentioned your scars coming from a house-fire. And they never asked for any more information, despite their intense curiosity that you could feel oozing out of them with every glance towards you. You suspected this was mainly because of Riddle's influence over them. You were grateful for it.

Speaking of, Riddle kept his word, true and deep.

You gave a text everytime that you were about to come over to their dorm, and Riddle would instruct his student to change into their loungewear, even if they were in the midst of doing work. He told Ace and Deuce, knowing that the two of them were around you more often, to warn you when there was an Unbirthday party at their property, so they could, in turn, warn you.

He even asked if you'd like them to wear makeup over the card symbols on their skin. It was an enticing offer, since the symbols still made your heart sink every time you noticed them...but you denied it. You had to learn to deal with some things, or else you may not heal fully. Besides, Riddle and the others were bending over backwards for you as it was, it would be unfair for you to make an obscenely large amount of demands of them.

You cooked with Trey, who always made a habit of telling you when he needed a "hand in the kitchen", even though you knew he'd be better off without your held. The two of you would talk about anything under the sun, except for cards, parties, and painting roses red. And in the end, you would get a slice of whatever dessert you two whipped up.

You went on walks with Cater, who kept you up-to-date on the latest trends and scandals going on both in school and in the world around you. He always found some silly story to make the two of you cackle and howl, and eventually, the conversations would drift from real-life stories to fantastical tales involving dragons, knights, and magical geese who could blow up the world with a single honk! They weren't the best made-up tales, but you two had fun with them.

You played games with Ace and Deuce, who were both masters at trying to one-up the other. Sometimes they would get caught in a prank war between each other, and each one would recruit you to prank the other, which led in a lot of back-and-forth banters and ended with them laughing about how you "betrayed" them by joining the enemy's side. Sometimes they would teach you how to play video games, and sometimes you would play a lame version of basketball with the mediocre players.

And you would hang around Riddle while he studied in the library. In return for your company, he would tell you stories about his own life- keeping careful watch of what he said so that he wouldn't slip and begin talking about the Queen- about his mother, his unhappy childhood, and how he had struggled throughout his life with feelings of being inadequate unless he was at the top of the list in anything and everything. He found comfort in telling his secrets, and it almost made you want to tell him yours. But he never asked to hear yours, and in the end, you were content to keep your own secrets.

You were getting better, day by day.

°°••....••°°

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hello! I loved your previous crona!reader! I was wondering if you could do Crona!reader x India,riddle, and kalim?

I loved writing it and Thanks 🖤🖤🖤🖤

“I’m just not cut out for that situation. I just don’t know how to deal.”

Idia Shroud 

“W-well..ugh…it's a total break of character for me. But it really isn’t that bad.”

Like two negatives they cancel out on another 

And instead Idia’s put off by your naysaying ways

He probably knows the situation best and he can easily look at you and see that that’s the issue

And how upsetting for the main love interest to be so mopey

That was his character!

And for a while he’s determined to ‘fix’ you

But the pitiful look you give him when he gives his encouragement

Its intoxicating 

And even better when your both in ruts of extreme discomfort (for you guys)

He’s intoxicated by the way you nuzzle into him 

Or when you curl up in his sweatshirt

Granted Ragnarok sprouting from your back to bully the both of you isn’t fun

But he’s practically the head of STYX  anyway surely he can seal obliterate the demon in your blood

That way you two can be a different kind of romance

“Neither can I, (Y/n) let's just go back to my room so we don’t have to deal.” 

“Yeah, it's just better if I shrink into inexistence, while I’m at it.”

“D-don’t say that! Didn’t you promise to watch me play that latest pack.”

“W-well yeah…”

“So we can deal with it a little bit, right?”

Riddle Rosehearts

“Unacceptable! As a student of Night Raven I can’t allow you to get away with insulting a student of theirs!” 

That's his excuse whenever he invites you to Heartslaybyul for “courage building exercises”

Because you're such a gloomy bean he’s going to have start from the ground up

“I-I can’t deal with your head on my-”

“Yes you can deal! Just rub your hands in my hair if that helps.”

He’s just building up your confidence 

His personality is both perfect and horrible for yours 

Because he’s so used to telling less compliant students what to do

Your will is so skewed he just has a field day getting you to do what he wants

Even through all that whining you do he really likes you like really maybe a little too much

And as someone so invested in your growth don’t mind it when he gives you his “courage building exercises”

“You can and you will ‘deal.’ Now properly adjust the uniform and the crown. Yes and yes you can deal with wearing a matching crown.”

Oh and Ragnarok?

Don’t worry about him Riddle scares him enough even when he isn’t blowing a fuse

“You’re boyfriend’s scary! I’m not talking to him!”

“I-i really can’t handle that title-”

“Ah-ah yes you can (Y/n)! Say it!” 

Just ignore the blush he has on his face, after all this is your confidence he’s building up

Kalim Al Asim

“Oh come on don’t say that! You’re awesome like that!”

The Maka to your Crona

The perfect anti-thesis to your whole personality

This ball of sunshine is intensely combatting everything you say against yourself

You are amazing that’s why he’s so insane in love with you

He’s so sweet no one really questions it when he’s insistent you stay in Scarabia 

His reasoning?

“Who’s going to cheer for you when you're putting yourself down all the time? Me, of course!”

Other students can’t really help you 

Not like him

they can try but why should they when he already is doing it for you with all his devotion

You know what would be even better

If you just stayed in his room so he can tell you from the moment you open your eyes

“Of course you can handle it! You’re so perfect! You too Ragnarok, no need to be so embarrassed!”

“I’m not embarrassed…you're just so bright.”

“Thanks but no one’s brighter than my (Y/n)!” 

“I can’t deal with it when you say my name like that.”

“Nonsense! You’re so cute.”

[mylittlesecrethaven]

I'm Making Fluff Headcannons Cause I'm Sad: Heartslaybyul

Let's do this :3

(This is gonna be multipart because otherwise it would take too long.)

Riddle:

Baby boi

The most adorable when he's not angry

But he's not the best with comforting or being super lovey-dovey

So if you're a touchy person who loves contact, it's not gonna go well, sorry

But he'll warm up eventually

Just start slow please

But he is the freaking best with acts of kindness

Having trouble with school work?

Now there's detailed notes on your bed

Overworking yourself?

Suddenly, Ace and Deuce are helping without telling you why

Also, the best teacher for croquet

Super patient with you (and you only)

And yes, he'll still be strict on the rules with you

But he won't collar you (immedietely)

And he won't yell (as much, at least)

He tries his best with you

But he's still too nervous to say he loves you back

Just give him time

(Also, would def fight his mom if she said anything bad about you. He's a momma's boi, but he will do a lot for you)

Trey:

Trust me, you're never gonna get a scolding from the dentist again

Not even joking

And if you didn't have a sweet tooth before, you do now

But also, if you really don't like sweets, he'd compromise for you

He'll make whatever sweets you like

Also always there for you in whatever trouble you have

Dealing with Grim will be a double duty thing though

Even he can only take so much of the little devil cat

A lot better with physical contact, but not big on pda

You can initiate it in public, but he'll only do it when nobody's around

Wanna learn to bake?

He got you, no worries

Is Riddle mad at you?

Trey can so easily calm him down

Ace and Deuce messing with you?

Dealt with (in a vice-housewarden way, not an illegal way)

Kindest, most patient understanding mans ever

Cater:

Pda

Straight up, pda

(Unless you're uncomy with it. He can keep his distance if you prefer)

But social media is a big factor now

Even if you're not a fan, he'll beg and puppy-dog eye you until you give in

If you're real insistent, though, he won't post it

He'll just keep it on his phone

He'll try to help with schoolwork

But he's not as good as Riddle or Trey would be

Much better with more practical stuff

If you're anti-social, no prob!

He'll keep the spotlight off you and on himself

And if you do like to be seen?

He can draw a crowd for you if that's what you want!

And he swoons every time you ask for a pic with him

Mans is over the moon for you

Ace:

Tease

Absolutely teases the heck out of you

And loves it if you tease him back

But if you can't take the teasing (or you're just not in the mood), he can lay off

But just know, he's directing his teasing to Deuce if he can't tease you

Not the best with helping out with.... well.... anything

But he tries!

Need help with Grim?

He can help! (He does try, at least. Give him credit for that)

He's not easy to embarrass with pda, even though he's not real big on it

But oooo boy if you kiss him in front of anybody, he becomes more red than angry Riddle

Boi will stutter and just get more and more flustered

Great Sevens forbid you get a picture of him flustered

You could hold that over his head forever

But like I said, he loves being teased

Super great at comforting tho

You feel sad?

He'll lend his shoulder

(He ain't the best with comforting words tho, so don't expect any)

Great at making you laugh

Deuce:

Don't tease him

You'll break him

Praise him and he's like a little puppy

He'll do the same to you

Any small achievement and he's complimenting you like you've just got a 100 in Crewel's class

Not the best with schoolwork, but loves it when you help him

He will, most definitely, carry you everywhere he can

Bridal style, piggyback, you name the way, he'll do it

(Ask him for fireman carry, he'll get so flustered, but he'd never say no to you)

(Unless it's dangerous, in which case he puts his foot down)

He loves running around with you

And if you're athletic?

He loves loves loves racing with you

And if you can ride a Blastcycle?

Y'all can ride together!

And if you can't?

He can teach you! (Or you can simply ride while he drives)

Overall, very puppy boi

No pda or he will shut down

Kisses do that to him anyway even if you're not in public

I hope these are ok. It's my first time doing this, so lemme know if it's bad or not.

:3

[lionwithinferioritycomplex]

Here's what TWST dorms I think Tokyo Revengers characters would be in!

Pomfiore: Mitsuya, Hakkai, Kokonoi, Ran, Rindou, Akkun

Scarabia: Inupi, Draken, Mikey, Yuzuha, Emma, Takuya, Wakasa

Savanaclaw: Baji, Kazutora, Taiju, Hanma, Sanzu, Senju, Smiley (Nahoya), Izana, Sanzu, Mucho

Diasomnia: Kakucho, Takeomi, Naoto, Hina, Akane, Angry (Souya)

Heartslaybyul: Bonten Ran, Bonten Rindou, Bonten Mikey

Ignihyde: Chifuyu, Yamagishi, Makoto, Ryohei, Pah Chin

Octavinelle: kisaki

[f-smutt-fitzgerald]

Yo Daddy, you’re pretty messed up so I’m hoping you’ll respond. 😘

How would you reckon the TWST cast would murder someone they absolutely hate? With the intention of getting away with it (very important note)

Also, shower thoughts for Azul, if we vivisect one of his legs off, would he lose one tentacle or 3 or them?

I take it you're in a murder mood, you doin' okay bro...?

Gosh, the whole TWST cast? That's gonna take a lot of thought. Jeez this is going to be a long response... Let's see...

Heartslaybyul: Riddle is pretty studious and well read. I'm sure the murder itself would be one of passion and rage, probably violent and messy, but if no one else is around to witness it, he'd have a good enough knowledge on how to clean it up and properly dispose of the body.

Cater would use his clones to sneak up on and overpower the person, then the clones would help him clean up the scene and dispose of the corpse.

Trey, I'm getting a Sweeney Todd situation for him, bakes them into a pie, cooks up the body parts into different dishes for a feast. Would he ever actually kill anyone? I don't think so, but he's sly/secretly cunning enough to come up with the perfect crime I think.

Ace and Deuce would help eachother clean it up, Deuce probably drops a cauldron on someone or something, then they get caught because it turns out the person isn't actually dead after they think they've disposed of the "body" and/or they leave out like important pieces of evidence.

Savanaclaw: Leona turns them to sand. Like, on a beach.

Ruggie would use his signature spell to walk them off a cliff.

Jack, well he's a good boy, so while I'd see him breaking someone's neck or strangling someone to death in a fit of rage, he'd probably turn himself in right after.

Octavinelle: Gosh, look, if you've read Den of Beasts or Bloodlust, you probably know I've already put a lot of thought into how these fuckers would kill someone/dispose of a body... Lots of sea creatures in the ocean these boys could feed a corpse to. There's a lot of fucked up gangster shit you could come up with for the octotrio. I trust your imagination can come up with something, because the sky is the limit.

Scarabia: Kalim, again, a marshmallow, but hypothetically speaking, if someone *reaaaally* managed to piss him off, he would take them out into the middle of the desert and drown them with his signature magic, then let the elements take care of the body.

Jamil, how wouldn't he kill someone? Lol He'd probably use his signature spell to get the person to kill themself, making it a true and proper suicide that couldn't link back to Jamil.

Pomefiore: Vil, poison. He'd find a way that it wouldn't be traced back to him, maybe pin it on a crazed fan of the person he kills *cough cough* Neige *cough cough*. Even if Vil got caught, he'd use his influence to get out of any actual jail time.

Rook, well, The Most Dangerous Game is all that comes to mind, and given how in chapter 6 we find out how his family has like, actual hunting villas around the world, Rook would probably lure his enemy to a more remote villa and then proceed to hunt them down in a sadistic and fucked up game of cat and mouse. Let's be honest, he's definitely already done this, and his fucked up reasoning would be "your fear and passion to stay alive even in your dying breaths, that is the most beautiful thing any man can experience".

Epel, hit them over the head with a shovel or an axe, feed 'em to the pigs. He's a farm boy through and through, don't need to be more complex than that.

Ignihyde: Idia, ooh, my next story is gonna go into some fun ways Idia could kill people. For the sake of this question... He'd probably design a little assassin robot, maybe something that self destructs after the job is complete.

Ortho: Remember in the first Halloween event when Ortho was legit going to kill and probably vaporize those annoying magicam influencers? Yeah. That.

Diasomnia: I know the least about this dorm, but for Malleus, like, however he fuckin' wants, and like, who's gonna stop him? He could murder someone in broad daylight in front of a crowd of people and no one could do anything about it. Malleus would go home like nothing even happened.

Lilia, he's definitely assassinated people in the past, and murdered plenty in his war days. He could kill someone and leave no trace before flying away.

Sebek would kill anyone who so much as looks at Malleus weird. Disrespect Malleus, lose your life. Lilia would probably clean up after him.

Silver is probably fairly talented with a sword and probably learned a thing or two from Lilia about assassination. Similar to Sebek, he would kill for Malleus's sake, but would do so more out of honor and duty as opposed to blind, annoying devotion.

Now, for your question about Azul, I feel like his merman body would be almost a different entity from his human form, so like, if he lost a leg or tentacle in one form, it wouldn't show in his other form... But for this question, I'd say if he lost half of his human legs, then he'd lose half of his merman tentacles.

[cecilebutcher]

Twisted Wonderland Masterlist

-:Headcanons:-

The Twst boys give you a piggy back ride(Deuce.Jack.Floyd.Vil.Idia)

You give them a gift(Ace.Leona.Azul. Kalim.Epel.Malleus.Sebek)

Trapped(Trey)

At sea(Vil)

Heartslaybyul Headcanons

-:Fics:-

Treasure( ruggie x gn reader)

Coffee(Lilia x gn reader)

Something stolen(Idia x gn reader)

Voyage(Azul x gn reader)

Eavesdropping (Malleus, Vil x reader)

-:Drabbles:-

His light

Love Songs I associate with twst boys

Laufey songs I associate with twst boys

Imagine: Deuce Spade

Melanie Martinez songs I associate with twst boys

Mitski and MARIA songs I associate with twst boys

StarKid songs I associate with twst boys

-:AU’s:-

Vampire au

-:TWST X Greek mythology OC’s:-

Original Characters List

[odmn124]

wow the new season of beyblade looks really good guys [spoilers lol] [EDIT: didn't realise that Raven at the writing desk made the joke already, sorry]

beyblade, beyblade, LET IT RIP

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Twst with a very little twist

Part 2 - Riddle's chapter/Rules are made to be broken

Summary: Local baby appears in a coffin in a different world with no identification or way home. Prevents several mental breakdowns accidentally. More at 11.

(Masterlist)

Riddle looked up at Crowley in mild horror. For Crowley had just shoved a child into his arms, claiming that taking care of them was ‘his duty as a Housewarden’. And he would never doubt a rule, but he was reasonably sure of the fact that there was no precedent for what would happen if a random child appeared in their school without any means of identifying them or getting them home, because why would there be a precedent for that?

But here he was, holding a baby as Crowley fled, for lack of a better term.

The baby – ‘Curly’, as they said their name was – squirmed in his arms and it was this that pulled him back to the current moment. His eyes flicked away from the door Crowley had just sprinted through (he claimed he needed to get supplies to make sure the kid’s night went smoothly, but Riddle secretly had his doubts), to where Curly was struggling to get comfortable on his hip.

Riddle took a long, deep breath.

He turned back to everyone else in the ceremony room. It had been a particularly eventful day, and he could tell that all of his new dormmates just wanted to go to bed.

Frankly, Riddle felt the same. Carrying the kid was surprisingly difficult, and he could only imagine how tired he would be by the time he reached the dorm.

But a hedgehog had sneezed today, so it seemed he would be introducing more of the Heartslabyul traditions to the new students than he had previously expected.

He sighed and tried to fix them all with a stern look, but he was pretty sure that the effect of it was dampened by the kid he was struggling to hold. “New students. Get this through your head now: at Heartslaybyul House, I am the law. Break the rules, and it’s off with your head!”

He moved to turn abruptly and walk out, keeping his pace brisque, but he realized quickly that that wasn’t going to happen. It had been hard enough to hold the kid while standing still, but taking a step forward was akin to torture. How could someone so small be so heavy? How was that fair? Surely, it had to be a problem with their diet. He would make sure to sort that out.

Later.

Now, a couple of people were suppressing laughter.

His eyes landed on Ace Trappola. A first year that had snuck out of the ceremony. He was the most open about his amusement, snickering into his hand loud enough for Riddle to hear him despite his spot at the back of the line.

Riddle narrowed his eyes at him. “You. Come here.”

The redhead’s eyes widened briefly. He made his way over, a slightly infuriating smirk still playing across his lips despite his obvious concern.

“If you think it’s so easy, then I suppose you can take care of them until we get there.”

Riddle unceremoniously pushed the kid into Ace’s chest, and he only just reacted in time to keep them from falling. Curly gave him a betrayed look as they were detached from him, and he felt a little bit guilty about leaving the kid with a known troublemaker, but perhaps the child would make Ace behave a little more. Out of a sense of duty.

Nevermind. He was choosing to carry the kid on his shoulders. Like a heathen.

Curly gasped, hands braced on the top of Ace’s head as they stretched themself out, trying to get as tall as possible.

Ace, in contrast, looked as if he wanted to die.

“It’s drooling into my hair,” Ace mourned quietly.

Riddle suppressed the smile that threatened to come over his face, instead opting to turn around and lead everyone to the dorm. He gave them a few moments to ooh and aah over the building. He himself had spent several hours admiring the place over his first year, with all of its perfectly sculpted hedges and chiseled statues – and that wasn’t even going into how majestic the dorm looked, towering over them all in gorgeous reds and blacks. There were smaller details, too, like the strange design made up of three circles in the vague shape of a hydrogen atom that littered the entire school for a reason he couldn’t quite decipher. But the first years wouldn’t notice that for quite some time, if at all.

Especially not today. For, despite the fact that Riddle wanted to leave everyone to their own devices, collapse into bed, and try and forget the eventful night he’d had… a hedgehog had sneezed.

So, he led them all into the room where they kept the hedgehogs. It was themed after the courtroom where the Queen of Hearts was said to sentence people to death. The hedgehogs were at the front of the room, in the spot where the Queen of Hearts was supposed to sit, and Riddle had always quite liked that little detail. As if the tiny, fuzzy creatures were the ones that were telling people of their terrible fates. Maybe they would sentence people to death by snuggles.

Riddle turned to the rest of the room, who were currently looking understandably confused.

“In Heartslabyul, we follow the rules of the Queen of Hearts. Today, a hedgehog sneezed,” he said, pointing at the offender, a little guy that curled up into a ball under all of the sudden attention. “Rule #304 dictates: On the day a hedgehog sneezes, all card soldiers must gather and perform a song.”

A couple of particularly tired people glared at the new public enemy number one.

He motioned for everyone to find a place to stand.

Ace tried to take a spot in the very middle of the group. Admittedly, a good plan for a troublemaker such as him. Moving to the back instantly drew suspicion, and sitting at the front would allow Riddle to see any shady behavior instantly. In the middle, he would blend in. He would be able to hide behind others, and perhaps attempt yet another escape.

If it weren’t for the kid adding to his height.

Speaking of the kid, Curly had other plans.

“Fluffies!” they ordered, pointing at the hedgehogs at the front of the room.

Ace sighed. “Listen –.”

Curly slapped the top of Ace’s head.

“Ow! Son of a – gun!” Ace said, reaching up to pull the toddler from his shoulders. “Didn’t your mom ever teach you not to hit?”

“Mom?”

But they didn’t seem sad, just confused. As if they had never heard the term before.

Ace’s eyebrows knit together. “The lady that… takes care of you? Or your dad? The man that takes care of you?”

Curly stared at him for a minute.

And then pointed at him. “Dad.”

Ace made a sound that was somewhere between choking on his own spit and wheezing. It was very gross.

“Um – I – no, I am not –...”

Now Curly was looking sad. Tears gathered in the baby’s eyes, and they tipped their head back, preparing to wail.

Ace's face drained of color as he looked around frantically for help. Everyone was pointedly avoiding eye contact, unfortunately, so he was forced to come up with a solution on his own. His eyes landed on the hedgehogs, and he immediately rushed to find the front, turning the baby in his arms to let them look at the animals.

“Look! Fluffies!” He said.

Instantly, Curly forget about all of the terrible things the world had to offer. They gasped and started waving both hands at the animals. The hedgehogs, having never seen a human so young before, moved toward the front of the glass to inspect the toddler. Curly looked like they were having the time of their life, cooing over the pets. Have you ever heard a baby attempting to do a baby voice? It was darling.

Ace’s shoulders visibly slumped in relief.

The boy beside Ace looked over curiously.

The baby seemed to feel his gaze. They looked up, and smiled at him, turning one of the waving hands onto him.

“Hi, Mistah.”

The boy waved back with a tiny smile of his own. “Deuce,” he said lightly.

“Doos.”

“Juice,” Ace chipped in, a sly grin making its way over his face.

Deuce’s eyes narrowed at him. He opened his mouth to retort –.

“Juice! I like juice!” Curly offered his opinion on juice. Or maybe his opinion on Deuce. Honestly, it was kind of hard to tell.

Deuce certainly took it the second way, because he visibly melted a little.

~

Riddle woke up to a tiny hand slapping him awake before his alarm.

Perhaps hitting was Curly’s preferred form of communication. Riddle could respect a possible cultural difference. However. Ow.

Also ugh, mornings.

He turned over in bed, rubbing his hands down his face, before forcing himself to sit up. It was probably a good thing that the kid had woken him up earlier than normal, because Riddle would have to stumble his way through getting them both ready. He could call Trey, and probably would if he couldn’t figure out the buttons on Curly’s onesie again (why were they so hard to use?!), but for now he would do what he could.

The kid was potty trained, thank the Seven for that small mercy, Riddle just had to help him up onto the sink while they washed their hands.

After that was done, though, he figured that he might as well use the fact that they were already at the sink and brush the kid’s teeth. Especially since they would likely end up with quite a lot of toothpaste on their clothes. Might as well ruin the clothes that would be going straight into the wash instead of the ones they would be wearing all day.

Riddle ended up, for the most part, brushing the kid’s teeth for them. But there were things even he couldn’t do.

Riddle demonstrated how the kid should gargle.

“Guhguhguhguhguh,” Curly said before spitting the water out.

Well. As long as Trey didn’t see, it would probably fine. Besides, baby toothpaste is made with swallowing in mind.

That done, he changed the kid and got dressed himself (done in the bathroom, with the kid’s tiny hand scrabbling under the door for him to hold as they whined for him to come back).

Which was where the real problem came in:

Hair.

Curly’s hair was… curly. No big surprise there. But Riddle had never truly understood the difficulties that were associated with curly hair. His hair was always easy to brush out, save for the two pieces that always fell in front of his face despite his best efforts, but he had learned how to gel those into thin strands that looked more purposeful.

Curly’s hair refused to be gelled into submission.

There was only one person Riddle could trust with this.

“Cater, we have a problem!” Riddle yelled, throwing the door open.

Cater jumped to his feet, eyes wide, the diamond on his cheek little more than a smear thanks to the forgotten paintbrush in his hand.

“I can’t do his hair!”

Cater stared at him, blankly, for just a moment.

And then he laughed.

“Alright, Riddle-kun, I’ll see what I can do.”

Cater ended up taking the kid to the sink to give the kid’s hair a quick wash. Riddle sat on the rim of the tub as he waited, looking around the bathroom idly to have something to occupy himself. Despite the fact that they hadn’t yet had much time to unpack their things, the bathroom was filled with different assorted items. Most of them were beauty products, lining the sides of the shower and half of the sink. However, there was an assortment of toothbrushes and toothpaste taking up the other half of the sink.

Truly, this pair of roommates was a disaster for their shared bathroom. Riddle couldn’t imagine the arguments they must have had their first year.

Actually…

“Where’s Trey?” Riddle asked, glancing past Cater, into his room, as if doing so would make the boy appear.

Cater looked up from where he was entertaining Curly by showing off all of the suds that had rubbed off onto his hands. “Making Curly breakfast. He said something about babies needing nutritious meals for growth.”

Riddle nodded. That made sense to him.

But Curly seemed to disapprove.

“‘M not a baby,” they said, frowning. “‘M three.”

“Oh,” said Cater, failing to suppress a smile. “I see. That’s very big.”

Curly nodded, their lips pursed in a curt look that looked adorable on their tiny face.

Cater worked the lather out of the baby’s – sorry, the big kid’s – hair, and then set them on the ground so he could towel off their hair. Instead of rubbing their head with a towel (something Riddle knew the kid found funny, after their own sudsy adventures), though, Cater instead took the towel and started slowly patting the water out, strand by strand.

“If you rub their hair it’ll just get tangled and frizzy,” Cater explained absently. “I could probably use my hairdryer, but I’m not completely sure that’s safe for kids, and I don’t want to introduce them to heat damage anyways.”

The kid squirmed slightly, clearly getting impatient. They gave Riddle an annoyed look. Probably because they couldn’t really see Cater at the moment, with the towel largely blocking their view of the boy. Riddle did not like being the subject of a baby’s ire.

So, he sighed and shook his head. “Maybe I’ll go get those two first years from last night. They seemed to bond with the kid.”

Instead of singing the crocodile song like they were supposed to, Riddle thought bitterly.

Though… he eyed the toddler thoughtfully. Curly had clearly never heard the crocodile song before, just looking around in vague amusement as everyone else sang it. Riddle had specifically chosen the crocodile song because it was particularly well-known, a nursery rhyme that everyone had either heard from their parents or at a daycare/preschool. But the kid hadn’t recognized it at all. So, where were they from?

And the kid hadn’t even understood the concept of a mom and dad…

He was jolted from his wonderings when he felt two tiny hands plant themselves on his knees, snapping back to attention to find a kid staring at him intently. Their hair was still a little wet and curly, but much less wild. And they looked like they were going to start crying if he didn’t entertain them soon.

So, he glanced back Cater’s way. “Do you want to help the first years paint their symbols?”

Cater laughed lightly and pointed to the smear of paint on his cheek. Riddle had, quite frankly, forgotten it was there but, apparently, he hadn’t. “I don’t think they’ll want me to teach them looking like this. Give me a minute to fix this mess and I’ll head down, okay?”

Riddle picked up Curly. “Thank you. After meeting the freshmen yesterday… I think they might need your expertise.”

Cater shot him a grin. “They could surprise you.”

They did not.

The freshmen had been woken up early (Ace Trappola kept complaining about how tired he was, as if none of his seniors were awake with him) to give themselves time to practice, and moved sluggishly because of it… but that wasn’t really the problem. The problem was much more simple than that:

Most teenage boys don’t have much practice doing makeup. Or, at least, they don’t have much practice painting their own faces, as Ace Trappola definitely looked like the kind of guy to draw on his friend’s face if he ever caught them sleeping.

Regardless, makeup is hard. It takes a kind of fine motor movement that you would think is transferable from writing but is definitely not the same. Especially since you don’t get to look directly at the area that you’re ‘painting’ on. Hence why freshmen tended to paint larger markings on their faces than seniors. Seniors had enough practice to go with smaller, less obtrusive, and time-consuming paintings, while freshmen were still getting the hang of the broad strokes.

The boy from the night before, Deuce, had particular trouble with it. So much trouble that Riddle almost wanted to snatch the pen from his hand and do him himself.

But he didn’t. People need to learn things on their own.

No whining from Curly was going to change Riddle’s mind on this. The kid was definitely bored to death. They had long since finished their breakfast. Trey’s food was amazing, and the kid had rushed through eating it all because of that… and a good half of the food Curly had clumsily raised to their mouth had ended up staining the makeshift bib the students had made out of a napkin, which definitely lessened the eating time.

Now that they had been cleaned by Riddle, they had nothing to do. But they could handle waiting just a few minutes more.

And, since it didn’t seem like Crowley was going to come and collect the kid before classes, the kid would need to get used to boredom regardless. It wasn’t as if Riddle would be able to do much to entertain him while taking notes and doing schoolwork.

Ace, however, had other plans. The eye he had painted a heart over – he had been one of the first ones to make a decent enough shape to go outside without being too embarrassed, shockingly – was seemingly permanently closed, still unused to the feeling of heavy makeup pressing down on it, but he smiled at the kid.

“Do you want a design of your own?”

Curly gasped, their eyes lighting up. They nodded feverishly.

“Now, I’m not sure if you know the name of all of the options, so I guess we’re going to have to find a way for you to describe it to me…” he said, with the kind of theatrics you would expect of an actual children’s entertainer. He hummed, tapping a finger against his chin. Then he knocked his fist against his palm. “I’ve got it!” When he separated his hands, a deck of cards lay in his palm, looking for all the world as if it had always been there. “Literally.”

Curly was enthralled. He clapped his hands together. It was hard to tell whether they were trying to replicate the feat, or just that impressed.

Ace smiled and pulled out four cards. One of each suit. He set them all down in front of the baby – he put the heart down with a particular kind of flourish – and then told them to choose their favorite.

Curly looked down at all of the cards. They looked up at everyone else, apparently realizing that they represented the cards in some way (or, more likely, they thought that the cards represented them, but that wasn’t far off enough for Riddle to feel the need to correct it, not when the kid was this age). They squinted a little, clearly thinking hard, before pointing at the three of clubs.

“Yep, should have expected that,” Deuce said, sighing sadly.

(Which caused him to mess up the attempted spade on his cheek again. He sighed again, with even more resignation, as he started to rub makeup remover onto already raw skin.)

Trey looked mildly surprised, but pleased all the same. He smiled a little, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “It’s only natural. I gave them their food. And I have experience in this kind of stuff.”

“Yeah, Trey, exactly. You don’t get this one,” Cater joked, leaning to rest his chin atop the kid’s head. “Save a cute younger sibling for the rest of us.”

And then he turned the kid around in their chair, lifting a paintbrush to hover by their face.

“It’s going to tickle a little, okay?”

“Won’t move,” they promised, their eyebrows furrowing in determination.

~

Riddle was a stickler for rules. Anyone could see that. If he were a character, say in a game or something, it would be called his ‘main character trait’, while everything else was secondary. He followed the rules.

But… it was hard.

Because his dorm members insisted on breaking the rules.

Ace was the worst. Which wasn’t surprising, considering his nature, but still annoying. If Riddle ever happened to get distracted – which happened a lot, considering he was running a dorm, going to school, and studying for four hours a day on top of that – he would snatch Curly up and take the kid out to have fun.

Sometimes, Deuce would tag along, too, but that seemed to be more out of a desire to spend time with Curly than to disobey.

But he disobeyed, too. Deuce was prone to giving the kid his phone to play video games. Not fun, educational games that would help with Curly’s development, either. Seemingly pointless ones, with goals that were either indecipherable or nonexistent. Curly loved the game about placing blocks in strange patterns, and Riddle could see it possibly helping the kid creatively, but being creative wasn’t necessary. You don’t need to be creative to succeed, all you need is structure.

Though the kid seemed to lean towards creativity regardless of what they needed. The stuffy Heartslabyul suits were almost always thrown off piece by piece. But the kid loved the outfits Cater made for them, was happy to wear the colorful little dresses and comfortable onesies. Riddle could justify the kid wearing the outfits on the weekends, or at night, but if Curly was to be attending school with him then they should be properly dressed. It was only polite, only proper.

But they were miserable.

None of this had swayed Riddle, though. He understood that not many had the upbringing he had, wouldn’t get why he was doing this, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t right. Look at how Ace, Deuce, and Cater had all turned out. A troublemaker, an idiot, and a vain influencer. If Riddle were to allow the kid to follow their teachings, he would be a failure as a temporary parent. He would teach Curly to become a proper, functioning part of society.

The rules were absolute. The kid would thank him when they were older.

And that was how he had thought about it.

Until Trey.

Trey, who was sneaking the kid little extra pieces of food when he thought that Riddle wasn’t looking. Trey, who was lying about the amount of calories he would give the kid despite the rigid schedule that Riddle had provided. Trey, who was spending hours making desserts that looked like normal food in hopes that Riddle wouldn’t notice the extra calories the kid was getting until a few bites in.

Trey, at least, was supposed to understand. He had been there for a large part of Riddle’s childhood, he had seen firsthand how far rules had gotten him. But there he was, actively going against Riddle’s mother’s teachings.

And Riddle…

He remembered.

How Trey had done the same thing for Riddle when they were kids.

How Trey had become the only part of Riddle’s day that he had ever looked forward to.

How Trey had been shut out by Riddle’s mother.

Which meant that Riddle would have to shut Trey out of Curly’s life, surely. It was the only logical conclusion. Trey was a problem to be solved, a wrench in the clockwork. And you must remove those.

But Riddle wasn’t his mother. He found that he was weaker than her.

Because he also remembered how he had felt when he could no longer hang out with Trey and Chenya. He had continued working, but not without feeling this heavy weight settling on his shoulders. Not without tears building behind his eyes. The tiny walls of his room had felt like they were closing in around him, slowly squeezing tight, and he had been suffocating. Perhaps it had always been that way, but he had, temporarily, had something else. An hour a day that he could leave that all behind. And, without it, he had thought that he just might die.

Simply put, it had hurt.

So, he looked the other way.

And his mother was right. Breaking one rule opened up the possibility for millions of other rules to be broken.

If Ace were to take Curly out of class, then wasn’t that a good thing? Curly would no longer distract Riddle and the other students, and they would get to have fun, too. Their school didn’t take attendance, Riddle could give Ace remedial work later.

If Deuce wanted to let the kid play a few non-educational video games, that wouldn’t subtract from the educational ones Riddle gave them, would it? Sure, they would have less time to do them, but kids have nothing but time.

If Cater wanted to dress the kid up in fun clothes, was being in uniform that much important for a child? They weren’t an official student, and weren’t really meant to be in classes, anyways. Besides, having them tear off their clothes in the middle of classes was distracting for everyone, so, really, this was for the best.

Rule after rule was broken.

His mother was right.

But he couldn’t bring himself to stop it.

And it started bleeding into his job as Housewarden.

He would reprimand people and Curly’s face would flicker in his mind’s eye. He just couldn’t bring himself to be mad. Not about things as senseless as not having a hamburger on a Tuesday.

They were older, but everyone under him were still kids.

… Riddle was a kid.

And, as a kid, he didn’t want sugar cubes in his tea. He liked honey. It was soothing while it went down your throat, and more flavorful.

(He had almost gotten sick afterward, the nerves making it hard for him to stomach anything, but… baby steps. He had learned a lot about those recently.)

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TWST Incorrect quotes#568 Protective

Ace & Grim Teaming up when Others want to know if You or Deuce are single...with less than pure intentions...

Ace: How dare you! If you touch that again I shall kill you right now. *Bringin the classmate by his collar with a feral glare*Do not touch this!*Motioning You and Deuce happily snacking with the baby Flamencos*

Ace: This is a 'No-Touching' zone!

Classmate: Good, well, then...

The classmate is about to reach out and call you and deuce attention but was stopped by Grim blowing a small fireball at them

Ace: Oh my sevens! I can't believe you reached across like that again! I can't even believe it! Oh, Red Queen! I want to kill you right now! If you weren't for those two near us, you would be so dead right now, it would be unbelievable!

Grim*making a line with his arm* MRYAAH!DON'T CROSS THIS LINE-with your hand!

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My main account is @ollieollieoxenfree-483

This is my side account where I will post my art and writing, so it's more accessible to everyone!

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This is a list of characters I will write for and some rules/regulations about asks/requests as well!:

❤️Animaniacs❤️

•Yakko Warner

•Wakko Warner

•Dot Warner

🧡Sam & Max: Freelance Police🧡

•Sam

•Max

•Darla "The Geek"

💛FNAF: Security Breach💛

•Freddy Fazbear

•Montgomery Gator

•Sun & Moon (as well as Eclipse and Lunar)

💚Disney & Disney Franchises💚

•Disney Dreamlight Valley

•Epic Mickey & Epic Mickey Power of Two

•Disney House of Mouse

•The Three Caballeros

•Duck Tales

•As well as any characters stated in that universe

🩵Who Framed Roger Rabbit🩵

•Roger Rabbit

•Jessica Rabbit

•Eddie Valiant

•As well as any stated characters in that universe

💙Tim Burton works💙

•Beetlejuice (the movie, cartoon, and musical)

•The Nightmare Before Christmas

•Coraline

•Sweeny Todd

•The Mad Hatter/Terrance Hightopp (Alice in Wonderland, Alice into the Looking Glass)

•As well as any characters made in films that Tim Burton has worked on

•As well as the Addams Family/Addams Family Values/Wednesday show

💜Welcome Home arg (The Welcome Home arg is by @partycoffin )💜

•Wally Darling

•As well as any stated characters in that universe

✨✨New✨✨

🩷Disney Twisted Wonderland🩷

•Staff

•Diasomnia Dorm

•Ignihyde Dorm

•Heartslaybyul Dorm

•Pomefiore Dorm

•Scarabia Dorm

•Savannahclaw Dorm

•Octavinelle Dorm

•RSA Students (Neige LeBlanche, Che'Nya, etc.)

•NBC (Rollo Flamme, etc.)

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Any of the specifically mentioned characters are ones that I am more comfortable with writing about but I will write about any that may not be mentioned as well. Other characters may make an appearance but are not the focal point, they are only there to continue the story or forward the plot.

I will mostly do platonic/familial/parental relationships with the characters but I will also do romantic relationships if they are requested (or if my brain decides that's the plan for that specific story :) ).

I am open to writing AUs or with changes to characters (like Cuphead and Mugman being from the Bad Ending/being demons or with AU Sanses like swap or fell), if that is something that you are interested in.

I will not do any NSFW or sexual/intimate relationships as I am uncomfortable with writing about said relationships/intimacies so any requests/asks will be ignored or deleted.

I am always open to requests and will gladly write about whatever you have in mind! (With some limitations obviously, see above ⬆️).

That's all folks! And if I don't see you; good afternoon, good evening, good night!

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How Much Do I Worth For You?

Characters: Jade Leech X Trey Clover

Summary: Trey spends his time getting to know what kind of person Jade was.

Note: This is my first character x character fic in twst fandom. I'm gonna be honest, it's not that good.. but I do hope this short drabble do this ship justice? It's one of my favorite pairings after all.

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The vice leader of Heartslaybyul was in a predicament at the sight.

Darn, he shouldn't be careless-!

Trey prayed that he did not jinx himself up on this.

He tucked his arms in between his chest, worried etched across his expression as he rushed in his lab coat to his partner for the project in their class.

I'm starting to hate Alchemy lessons.

He shouldn't have volunteered to stay. Alas, it's the professor's request wasn't it? He mused to himself.

“Jade..?! Jade, can you hear me? Hey..?”

His hands rubbing the back of said victim of the unexpected explosion of his failed experiments with ease as if he were a glass about to break.

“Do you want me to take you to an infirmary?”

The moray eel wrinkled his face as he coughed out smoke. He looked dreadful and worn out.

“Trey-san.. I’m sorry to bother you.”

And he went into a fit of rattled pants, startling the green haired boy beside him who was in distress.

“...I’ll finish your assignments for you, don’t be upset about it, alright?” His golden eyes filled with guilt.

If Jade was dejected, he didn't say it as he begrudgingly followed him from behind.

What type of error did Jade brew in his cauldron?

The teacher lets them go as a result. And here they were pacing around at the corridor in haste.

“......”

A few seconds later after walking in silence.

“..........”

How do students usually socialize?

“...Why do you smell nice, Trey-san?”

I don't think that's an ordinary thing to say, Trey thought to himself as he was torn on how to respond.

“Did… I make you disconcerted? I-”

Never mind, ugh.. it's just a puerile question.

“Do you think so? I use floral shampoo today.” He adjusted the rim of his glasses happily.

The blue haired second year stifled a snort at him.

“...I meant something else, Trey-san. Don’t be frightful, I’m confident your hygiene routine is clean.”

“Huh?” There was an authentic smile coming from the third year as he burst out laughing from it.

“Man, why am I this bad at guessing games?”

He saw his underclassman pointy teeth broadened.

I’m a real moron, aren’t I?

His side cheeks heated up like Riddle's ones.

Jade is striding alongside him and his anxiety dies down. How..? Dear Sevens, I am so confused.

“Yes, your scents are like flour, butter and icings.. Did you bake earlier before coming out of your dorm?”

“You hit the nail in the head because I was making some sweets for an upcoming birthday party.” Trey explained with a single motion to visualize his words.

“How envious. Your desserts are delightful.”

“You flatter me. But.. that’s my job.” Trey murmured albeit absentmindedly. “And I’m nothing special.”

“Oya? I must disagree. Since you are intriguing to me.” Those mismatched eyes meet his briefly.

“Your twin brother wouldn't say that.” Trey sighed. “I’m boring for many people, aren't I? I’m plain.”

“They are missing out then, Trey-san.” He flashed a comment as he held their hands together.

“Well, I’m unlike most humans on land, don't I?”

Jade raised his chin to emphasize what he spoke.

I don't understand you.

“Trey-san, are you uncomfortable with it? This?”

He was not familiar with physical interactions.

Are you toying with me, Jade Leech?

Trey watched back with a callous face.

He was rendered speechless as he felt black gloved fingers interlaced into his, the touch was.. like they were lovers. It was ironic, they weren't even dating.

Not that he can imagine that happening.

“Yeah, that's true.” Trey accepted with a grin. “I do feel this is a bit embarrassing for me. Haha, it's not.. breaching the rules or anything so don't dwell on it.”

This will definitely be a comical day for them.