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Leona
8/20
brilliant, but apathetic \ sarcasm is a first language \ scars \ lovable jerk \ rich kid \ messy look is hot \ drinks respect women juice \ always second best \ kid-magnet for some reason \ gold jewellery \ high maintenance \ not a me-problem \ tattoos \ justifiably confident \ secret good guy \ messy room \ naps are essential \ doesn’t like being told what to do \ chess \ meat-lover \
Ruggie
8/20
not a picky eater \ average student \ grandmomma’s kid \ haggling is an art \ damn rich people \ supreme chef \ parkour \ money is a great motivator \ mmm, donuts \ leader when needed \ smooth talker \ neighbourhood babysitter \ survivor mode on daily \ ambitious \ mohawk \ surprisingly responsible \ strong teeth \ piggy bank \ workaholic \ great with kids \
Jack
8/20
brutal honesty \ chill guy until provoked \ prefers to work alone \ hidden softie \ cacti \ athletic \ bruiser strong \ morning runs \ smells senses at 110% \ spiky hair \ tooth necklace \ minds own business \ protein shakes \ soft older sibling \ strong moral compass \ serious respect to role models \ “be a better you today than yesterday” \ early-sleeper \ easily embarrassed \ knocks before entering \
✧ Who’s your vibe: Savanaclaw edition ✧
How to play: out of the 20 traits I think of about the TWST guys, bold or highlight the traits you associate or vibe with. No competition, no challenge, just fun.
Heartslabyul Savanaclaw Octavinelle Scarabia Pomefiore Ignihyde Diasomnia
Leona
8/20
brilliant, but apathetic \ sarcasm is a first language \ scars \ lovable jerk \ rich kid \ messy look is hot \ drinks respect women juice \ always second best \ kid-magnet for some reason \ gold jewellery \ high maintenance \ not a me-problem \ tattoos \ justifiably confident \ secret good guy \ messy room \ naps are essential \ doesn’t like being told what to do \ chess \ meat-lover \
Ruggie
7/20
not a picky eater \ average student \ grandmomma’s kid \ haggling is an art \ damn rich people \ supreme chef \ parkour \ money is a great motivator \ mmm, donuts \ leader when needed \ smooth talker \ neighbourhood babysitter \ survivor mode on daily \ ambitious \ mohawk \ surprisingly responsible \ strong teeth \ piggy bank \ workaholic \ great with kids \
Jack
6/20
brutal honesty \ chill guy until provoked \ prefers to work alone \ hidden softie \ cacti \ athletic \ bruiser strong \ morning runs \ smells senses at 110% \ spiky hair \ tooth necklace \ minds own business \ protein shakes \ soft older sibling \ strong moral compass \ serious respect to role models \ “be a better you today than yesterday” \ early-sleeper \ easily embarrassed \ knocks before entering \
This is literally how beanfest ended right
I wanted to do the different types of teeth the Diasomnia boys might have based off the respective animals theyre based off of plus bonus Silver and then I just added all the non human bois EXCEPT Azul cause I literally had no idea
FRIENDS WITH JACK??? CONFIRMED?? MISSION SUCCESS
COMING FOR YOU NEXT SEBEK
Portfest Sketches
Vil didnt say this but in my head he did
Wdym twisted wonderland isnt an otome game? Jack Howl says otherwise
I havnt read the event but theyre chilling
Chapter 7
WAS I THE ONLY ONE ON COMPLETE EDGE ON EVERY SCENE THINKING THAT MALLEUS WAS GONNA POP UP
:') the first yrs+lilia being concerned about yuu got me sobbing
Happy birthday Jack!
birthday pancakes with pear compote :)
How to win the heart of jack how?
How to win a heart of Jack Howl?
a/n: Dearest Anon, I hope you are still here. I tried my best to write a good story. I hope you and every other reader will enjoy it!!
1. Get him to act as your boyfriend.
You don't know who that boy from Savanaclaw is, but at the moment, you can't care.
Your step hastens unwittingly, and you find yourself running towards the white-haired boy in a gymnastics shirt. He must be returning from daily training because even Mr Vargas doesn't torture his students so early in the morning. You glance at him once more, and you're sure that he will be a perfect fit for a plan you got into.
His ears twitch at the sound of your resilient steps, and he sharply turns your way before you bump into him. Of course, you would have slowed your pace and avoided any accident, but he catches your arms and stops you abruptly. You wonder how strong he may be if he didn't even budge.
"Uh... [Last Name]-senpai...?"
He looks at you with a slightly concerned look.
Oh, so he does know you? Wonderful.
"Hello there," you breathe out, gently getting out of his arms. You hope that being so winded doesn't leave a terribly unfortunate impression. "I… I know that we hadn't really talked with each other—yet—but I would… really, really appreciate it if you could help me with something."
A boy glances at you with vary.
You consider yourself lucky that he doesn't brush you off.
"…What do you need me for?"
You put on the most charming smile you can afford.
"It will sound really stupid, but… could you please act as my boyfriend? Be my fake date?"
…
"What?" A boy stutters the question. Before you can answer, he scrutinizes your surroundings. "Is someone stalking you?"
You shake your head energetically.
"No, no. I… just got into a bet with my cousin. And, well, to summarize the two-hour talk I may have told her that I will bring my boyfriend to a family dinner…" You watch how his expression changes slightly. Falls. "…But, obviously, I wouldn't drag anyone to my house. So, I was thinking about going with someone there and ' breaking up' in a few days. Oh, and I- I can pay you for your help!"
Your hands link in a plea.
"I-" Jack can't find any words he could offer you. Should he help you or just leave…? "[Last Name]-senpai, I really don't know what to say…" He trails off. "…Why me?"
His question animated you. You throw your hands in the air and wave in his general direction.
"I mean, look at you!" You exclaim, hoping a great amount of enthusiasm in your voice will work in your favour. "You seem like a hot, reliable guy. Kind. Charismatic."
Jack looks stunned. "Ah? W… What…?"
"You look exactly like the person I described to my parents!" You don't stop talking. His sudden bashfulness makes you speak even more confidently. "Please, if you aren't dating anyone right now, help me!"
…
Jack's eyes are avoiding yours as he scratches his nape. The silence stretches between you two, and you feel your heart sinking with regret each quiet second.
But then he coughs.
"…I don't like this idea," he mumbles, and his gaze meets yours. You notice the rosiness on his cheeks. The blush probably appeared because of the awkwardness of this situation and not because of a sudden crush on you, though. A pity. "But you look… desperate. You've got the spirit, and I will have you in debt. So… I will try helping you."
"Ah!"
You can't hide the smile that spreads on your face. You jump to Jack and pull him into a tight hug. He tenses under your sudden touch and lightly tries to push you off.
"Thank you so much…!" You cry out. After wiping a dramatic tear, you step back from him. You lower your head when you feel your face heating slightly in shame. "So… What is your name?"
2. He's still not convinced. Do something.
The bright screen of his phone has his undivided attention. A beautiful moon in the sky is already forgotten even as it's dazzling in its full beauty tonight.
His eyes skim through the chat. The last message you sent was dated five hours ago, and he hasn't been able to push it to the back of his mind. It still clung to him when he listened to lectures and exercised. Now, when he had done everything he had planned for today, and it was getting dark, he can't stop from pondering.
He scrolled to a top of a chat and began going over the conversation for the tenth time.
Chat: [Name] sent you an invitation. Accept to friends?
Chat: Jack accepted an invitation. You're friends now!
[Name]: Hi Jack!!
[Name]: Thank you so much again for agreeing to such a weird deal hahaha
[Name]: Can we meet tomorrow during lunch break to talk about it?
[Jack]: Sure
[Name]: [happy sticker sent]
…Should he regret his decision? But, if he was to turn down your offer, you would have a serious problem, no? Maybe that's what you should get for lying—a lie always has short legs—but…
Jack can't bring himself up to call the whole thing off.
It's not because he is too shy to walk away from that situation. Maybe he doesn't want to leave you by yourself since you picked him from over three hundred students in NRC. And maybe he likes helping people. And your help - he has you in debt, hm - in his studies might be crucial in the future.
Or so he hopes.
Ping!
His heart skips a surprised beat when a sudden message appears after the sticker message.
[Name]: …I see you are still online
[Name]: Can't stop thinking about that chat? Hehe
Jack's fingers hover over the screen before he types a reply.
Jack: I can.
He lied.
Jack: That all just happened so quickly
[Name]: After sleeping, you might feel easier with that idea
[Name]: Tbh I doubt I will be able to sleep right now
[Name]: Soooo
[Name]: Wanna play something?
He doesn't even have a short moment to consider your offer before another notification pops up.
Chat: [Name] invited you to play a game of UNO CARD. Click here to join in!
…
Jack sighs.
And taps the link.
He will go to sleep soon. He can't miss his morning training, after all.
3. Be a helpful upperclassman.
"Ah. It's that vending machine."
"[Name]-senpai…"
You lean against the cold metal, and Jack slowly looks at you. He heard your steps but didn't react until you made your presence too obvious to ignore. You smile cheerfully at him, not minding the stiffness he treats you with.
"Just [Name], Jack-kouhai," you tease and take two steps to stand next to him, facing the front of a vending machine. Behind the glass, colourful cans reflect the bright lights of corridors' chandeliers. "I see you have a problem here."
There is a bottle of pear-flavoured water trapped between the glass and a lower shelf, where lay packs of biscuit cookies. It doesn't seem to be stuck too hard to give up hope of getting it out, but neither are the other items on the machine. Everything is attached too loosely.
You believe that if you tried to tilt the whole thing, a bottle wouldn't be the only thing that would fall down.
"There are three ways you can get out your precious water, Jack," you hold three fingers in front of him. "You can buy something from a higher shelf—but both things can get stuck—you can punch the machine (gently, Jack, gently), or try reaching that bottle from below… Although it will hurt when you try to squeeze your arm through the window you usually take your drink from," you count solutions on your hand as you talk and then smile at Jack with anticipation.
"…I will go with buying something else, then." He looks like he'd rather give up on the water but still pats his pockets and takes another coin from his pocket. "…I don't have enough to buy anything more right now... Can you wait here while I go for my wallet?"
"No! …Can I have your change?"
…Well. With a grunt that resembles a resigned sigh, he hands you a coin.
You put it in the machine, along with several more you had on yourself, and tap a button next to the big pack of jellies on the highest shelf. With a soft clack! candy lands on a bottle, and with a hard crash, it makes it to the end. With a bottle.
It feels like a big victory when you squat to take both items out.
"We won!" You announce, throwing him his water, and then spare no time to open the jellies. "You can take half of them," As you shift the pack toward him, Jack hesitatingly takes a handful. You grin. "See? Having such a great upperclassman as me is an ultimate investment in life."
"Is that so," Jack ponders. ...Somehow, he feels entertained by your show. If you 'asked out' Ace Trappola instead of him, he would be your perfect partner in this kind of antics. "By the way, senpai, could you check an essay I've done? I need to turn it in tomorrow. That would be even more helpful than help with a vending machine."
The look he gives you says that he doesn't think you can correct his work to make it score top marks. You know you can't do that too.
"……..Heh."
So much for trying to be a helpful senpai.
4. Get to know him.
"Do I really need to answer these questions?" Jack sounds concerned, and you can't help but chuckle at the hesitance in his voice. "They are weird…"
You take a sip of your drink. It is sour but in a very pleasant way. Well, you couldn't really expect less from the special item on a Monstro Lounge's menu. Even the occasional, time-limited and experimental dishes are quite tasteful here.
Jack sits across you, with his arms crossed as he studies the two-paged paper quiz you handed him. At his left, there is a glass of refreshing lemonade you insisted on paying for. Your fake-and-still-unsure boyfriend in question hasn't left yet, so you guess that treating him was a great idea.
"It's an instant way to know someone. I came up with the idea."
"That's the matter…"
He almost scowls, and you grin at the statement.
"We need to know some basics about ourselves. I wrote my questions for you on this sheet of paper," you point at a thin file in front of him, and shift another one in his direction. "And you can write anything you want to ask me here."
Hm.
Jack isn't sure if he wants to know anything particular about you. Anything more.
"…Okay," he replies, eyeing you carefully. Then, with a pen in his hand, he begins to write his questions for you.
It takes him several minutes to fill the page. When he hands it to you, his firm, right-slanting handwriting flashes at you. Your lips curve as you note that it fits him very much.
But then you start reading the questions.
And your smile drops.
"I can't answer these questions, Jack," you protest, and Jack squints his eyes at you in confusion. "I have no clue about the names of the muscles I focused on when we had a Vargas Camp," At your comment, he starts deflating, and you pause in a second. And then, after rereading the questions again, you pout sulkily. "…Couldn't you ask anything about my great personality?"
"…Then, is there anything I need to know before 'dating' you?" Jack scratches his neck, dropping his gaze at a lemonade before him.
"Now you make it sound as if I was dangerous," you laugh, but you can feel how your voice is a little strained. Just a little bit. "Either way, I won't tell you! You're getting me in a two-in-one special: you get precious me and my darkest secrets. It's a great deal."
"It's not."
You wave your hand as his response is as if it was physically brushed away. "The real question is: do I need to know anything about you?"
Jack huffs, but when he closes his eyes, you know he thinks about it seriously. It doesn't take a long while for him to speak up again.
"I think… I'm a pretty normal guy," he says and looks at you as if he wanted your reassurance. Your mouth 'no', and by the glance he sends you, you know how unimpressed he is. "I might not reach high standards if you or your family have any."
If he was sitting next to you, you would pat his arm, but you can only playfully step on his shoe under the table. You tap it twice, and when Jack looks up at you, a full grin plasters on your face.
You laugh. "You're good to go. I think you are more than living up to my parents' unfounded low expectations of my boyfriend."
"…Now I wonder why so."
"And you will keep on wondering. You won't ever hear this story~." You hum. "Well. Maybe one day."
5. Have faith in yourself. (It doesn't need to be justified).
"Now we turn left…"
"It's on the right."
"It's left."
"Right!"
"It's left."
"It can't be left! On the left we have mandragoras..."
"We just passed the alley where they were, [Name]."
Jack sighs. Moving around the botanical garden shouldn't be this hard. You two have been there many times, but now the corridors stopped looking familiar as new roots started taking over the paths. It was a time for flowers to blossom.
Going there was a mistake. You can't even remember what were you going to search for here, but if you asked Jack, he would probably remember.
You don't want to ask him, though.
"Well, you can go right, and I will go left," you huff, crossing your arms. "We will see who will get out of here before the lunch break ends."
You turn around on your heel, and as you step to the left aisle, Jack catches you by the back of your shirt's collar and quickly jumps next to you. Then, by standing back to you, he grabs your arms from behind and pushes you forward. You began taking shaky steps towards the right alley.
"No," says Jack. "We will have a joint PE lesson. Both of us need to eat something before that. Let me guide, [Name]."
"I don't have a choice anyway," you note that although his grip on your arms is steady and would be hard to break out from, it isn't painful. It's almost gentle as he forces you to go ahead. "And don't assume I don't know the way…!"
"I hear the voices of others. I will find an exit faster," he says. "Bear with me, and we'll get out of there."
"…If we don't, you will have to admit publically that your sense of orientation sucks."
"Then, shouldn't you do the same if my lead is correct?"
You slowly start to recognize the plants and where you two were.
He is guiding you correctly.
"…No."
Jack hums, and you can tell he's amused by the disappointment in your voice.
"Then I will keep it a secret to myself."
"I have a great sense of orientation, just- not today!" You protest as you tug on his sleeve. He doesn't stop pushing you so slightly to guide you two to the exit. "Don't remember this kind of lies, Jack."
6. Cheer on him.
"Here's water."
"Thanks."
Jack takes cold water and sits down next to you. A bench is sturdy enough that it doesn't squeak, even as you sit in the middle of it. With no problem, he takes off a cap you struggled with—he doesn't need to know this, however—and quenches his thirst.
He also accepts the towel your hand him with "thanks".
"You are going to have a match with RSA in two weeks, right?" Your question sounds more like a statement. Jack wonders if you would show up at his training if it wasn't for it.
"Yeah."
"Our school will have a whole day without lessons just to watch it."
Jack nods.
Maybe if it wasn't RSA, it wouldn't be the deal it is now. But you can count only on one hand the NRC students who don't feel competitive when the academy is mentioned. Even the people who aren't going to play, behave as if they were going to, with their cheering and hyping each other.
Cheering… NRC students will have to prepare some banners to support their team. And practice the cheer itself. Probably Pomefiore students will have to engage. They might not be very interested in sports events, but they won't let RSA beat them in terms of aesthetics.
Maybe the strong rivalry isn't that bad at all.
"By the way…" You trail off and don't speak again until Jack looks at you. "Even though we will be cheering on your team, all of my cheers are dedicated to you."
"Khe-"
Oops.
Jack chokes on his water in surprise, but when you move with concern to pat his back, he moves away, coughing into the crook of his elbow, and putting up his other hand to stop you. He eventually stops choking and sighs deeply.
When he looks up, and when you get to see his face, you notice a faint blush on his cheeks. His eyes crinkle wary. "…Are you trying out a pick-up line?"
And you tried being encouraging.
"No! I wanted to be supportive!" You protest. "Would you like it to be a pick-up li-?"
"No thanks," he says curtly. Then, clears his throat, and after making sure he can hold your gaze, he starts paying attention to his voice, to not have the next words come out as a mutter. "…But thank you for being here."
…
You smile softly and can feel your heart warm up.
But you ruin the atmosphere as the mischievous grin spreads up your face and meets your eyes. "Are you trying out a pick-up line, hehe? Don't look at me like that. I would very much like it to be."
7. Have fake dates.
"Did you know that couples usually post some photos from their dates?"
You don't look up from your screen when you say it. Jack glances at you, who has been coming to his room whenever you had a chance. You started taking his bed as yours. He always grunts as you do so, but you noticed that a blanket you brought with you on a colder day is always folded and overhanging the headboard.
"What do you mean?" He asks, not stopping flexing his arm with the dumbbell. You turn the screen of your phone towards him, showing a Magicam profile of a girl he doesn't know.
"Like, uh. We should get some material to convince everyone that our relationship is very entertaining," you say, scrolling through the posts.
There are lots of pictures of said girl and her boyfriend. From amusement parks, oceanariums, festivals, bookstores, restaurants… You look at Jack as you got to the last image. "They look happy. And enamoured with each other."
Jack thinks about something.
"Do you think just posting photos is enough to prove the 'trueness' of our relationship?"
You grin. "That will convince introverts. All the people who didn't see us."
Jack actually laughs. "Right," he says, and as his voice steadies, he returns to doing his exercises. As you think the topic is ended, Jack speaks up so quietly that he almost mouths his words. "Then we can get… a few."
His eyes are intensely glued to the floor when you look at him.
8. Talk about the rules. (Find out whether you can fake a kiss. (Fake kiss?)
"Are we ready?"
Jack asks, for the last time correcting the cuffs of his shirt. A suit he picked fits him; it's similar to the uniform he wears every day, but it's even more elegant. He leaves it unbuttoned, and whether he was wearing a tie, it would cover the little buttons of a white shirt he wears underneath.
He doesn't, though, but you don't say anything. You can't really say anything, because he looks so astonishing that something similar to awe grips your throat. Jack looks gorgeous. Not only in very classic clothes but also freshened up. His hair is puffier than usual, and you would love to play with it if it would ruin its tidiness.
You also dressed yourself up. You thought you were unusually pretty tonight, more than ever.
Jack doesn't agree but doesn't deny it either. He just stares at you, and by the way, his chest expands and stops, you start to wonder if he stopped breathing.
But he finally breathes out, and you don't dare to check if he has a desired blush on his cheeks or not.
You start walking toward the hall of mirrors, where one could take you back to your family home. Your home.
"Once again, leave all the questions related to romance up to me," you say, winking at him. "I read so much fanfiction I can come up with a realistic, heartwarming backstory of our relationship immediately."
"Don't tell them anything weird."
He says so, and you chuckle.
"They will probably tease us, so don't be shy to ignore them," you continue. By the time, you are standing before a big mirror. Its surface shines brightly, and in a brief moment, an image of your hometown is already displayed. Your house is close, very close. "And… just be yourself, you're charming."
"…If you say so," Jack says. He looks as if he wanted to say something, and you wait before he speaks up with hesitation. "Shall we hold hands?"
…
You didn't expect that.
But you aren't going to refuse.
You intertwine your fingers with his and grin. Your heartbeat rises once more again, and you know, that it won't slow down until you return back. Jack squeezes your hand back.
"Next step in our relationship, I see," you say with a smile. "You have warm hands."
You stand there for just a little while, stopping Jack from going through the mirror, but it's too long as another thought crosses your mind.
"Wait. Do you think they will ask us to kiss?" Stupid you, stupid you, stupid you, stop talking, stop talking, stop talking, laugh to cover the awkwardness and throw the topic away. You laugh. "No. They wouldn't. Never mind, don't think about that."
Now you try to go through the mirror. Jack's hand, which still holds yours, stops you midway. You have no choice but to look up at him and confront the gaze he wishes you didn't see.
"…If the situation will be tragic enough, we can do it," he says and coughs. "But it might be awkward, but I don't think I could fake a kiss."
"Neither could I," my chest will explode in a moment, you note. Somehow, you grin with mischief, but it isn't as malicious as you wished it to be. "So our very unfakeable kiss would convince everyone."
"Stop wishing for it to happen."
"I haven't been wishing! But well, maybe I might start doing so. Someday. Sometimes. Ah, let's just go!"
9. Lose the previous reason to date.
The dinner went well.
You never once regretted choosing Jack as your partner in crime, but now you were so proud of yourself, as your mother talked happily with Jack, and dad listened to their conversation, sometimes commenting.
Your cousin was actually convinced about your relationship with Jack. She even offered to have a double date and recommended places interesting enough to have memorable dates. She felt happy for you, and it was warming your heart but also freezing it by turns.
You had to politely brush all her offers off because… Well, Jack agreed to be your date until today.
You've been painfully aware of it, as Jack's hand holds yours since you left your house.
Even when you got to the mirror, where no one from your family could see you anymore… Even when you got back to school, your hands were still linked, but you didn't want to point it out. Jack could have backed out and it was the last thing you wanted.
But everything must have an end.
"Thank you," you breathe and smile slightly at him. Looking him straight into the eyes beyond your strength. You part your hands very slowly before you turn to get to your dormitory. "Goodnight, Jack."
…
As Jack turns and walks back to his dormitory, he can't help but think about a single thing. Even the dinner he was stressing about him the whole day has been already forgotten.
The next morning you will wake up, and you two "won't be together".
Jack scowls.
If you ever have been.
10. End the play.
"Thank you for your hard work~," you smile cheerfully when getting to his room. For the last time as a "partner", if you still hold that title. You put a glass bottle on his desk. "I've got you a pear compote, so you won't have the heart to throw it out."
"I… wouldn't do anything like that even if it wasn't it," Jack says, and doesn't move away when you sit on the bed next to him. He can smell the light perfumes you wore today and almost feels the warmth of your body, sitting so close to him.
There is a silence between you before you decide to break it.
"So… that's it, huh?"
You smile, and something in Jack breaks again. He feels as if was falling, but expected the fall itself… Since he met you properly, he knew you will part your days in a few weeks.
But if he could lengthen the time…
Even if it meant sacrificing the part of his pride…
He would try anything.
His face is covered with blushes, and his mouth twists with embarrassment when he notices how lame is the only excuse he can come up with now.
"Can-" He doesn't stutter but fights with his words. How can he say what he wants so you will understand? "Can we pretend for a little more? I'm sorry, but I told my mother that I have a partner, and she's excited to see you."
…
"So a next dinner!" Your hands clasp with enthusiasm, but you know you need to hold them to stop them from shaking. You need to keep calm and be a cool senpai. "Then, we are continuing our fake dating, hehe?"
Jack purses his lips, and to your surprise, he aggressively shakes his head.
"We can't. She will know if it's fake," he says in a dead-serious tone. Your mouth curls in a smile you try to cover with your hand.
"So we should be serious," you conclude, imitating the voice Jack used just before. And then you stand up from bed and make your way so that you are just before him. You put your hands on your sides. "But I am waiting for a proper confession."
Jack sighs softly.
"…You're making this hard for me," he says, but stands up. The morning rays of sunlight come through the window and enlighten his figure. His eyes shine with gold, and somehow you can't look away from them."…And it's weird because I wouldn't like it if you stopped complicating things." He puts his hand over his heart. "I simply want to stay by your side, now and… in the future… That's the only thing I wish now."
Is it that thigh high manga?
i read this manga as a joke and it inspired this