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Chapter 5 Doodles

they honestly have no idea

Handing twst boys things from my bra part.2

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Azul, how do I describe this. Will also freak out. 'Do females on land have a hidden pocket there?!' No Azul, I just put things in my bra for when I need to do something with both hands. Might ask if he could hide his contracts with it. Does not want to touch it At all, but might have to.

Jade would be a bit surprised. He might ask if I could hide mushrooms in them. Like, no Jade. I don't want dirt in my boobies. Nor do I want to help you hide your stash. He will wipe the items down when given.

Floyd would be the type to just check for himself. Just shoving his hand into my bra, trying to find any secrets. And me giving him a snack or something from my bra will not help. I'd tell him it's because women's clothing don't have deep enough pockets or, that the pocket themselves are for decoration.

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Kalim has never encountered this method. All of his female relatives have bags. Would be curious, but wouldn't do anything with this information. He would take anything I give him regardless. Not snacks though, still cautious bout them.

Jamil probably saw some women do this but not a lot. He will be quite cautious about what I'll give him from the titty pocket.

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Vil will look at me in absolute disgust for doing it, and I would tell him "How would you feel if you find out that your pockets were fake? That you didn't bring a bag because you thought that your pockets could actually hold something? Pretty fucking bad my guy." And after that he would still look at me in disgust but it's understandable. Wipes everything I give him.

Rook knows that I hold things in my bra. This man knows that some women do this. It's not surprising, not at all.

Epel lives in a village with old people. He probably saw some of them do it. Even his meemaw does it at times.

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Idia will freak out because he technically touched my boob. Might brag about touching a female boobie, not directly. Anything and everything is at risk of falling out of his hands from how much he's shaking.

Othro doesn't care. Might even encourage it as it lowers the probability of it being stolen from under my nose. Will that the item and go on his merry way.

----------------------Diasomnia-----------------------------------

Malleus would be curious and ask why I do it, I'll tell him "I don't trust this school full of boys to not steal from me", and that "Most times I don't carry a bag with me everywhere and my pockets are fake". I would not let him carry my things even if he asks with puppy eyes, because like everyone else in this damned school, my pride wouldn't allow me to accept help.

Lila wouldn't care part.? He just would not care at all. Knows that some people can't afford bags, and would probably do it out of solidarity. Mischief is in the picture.

Silver would be very confused and would say 'Why not put it in your pockets?' and when told, he leaves it alone. Just takes the item and leaves to sleep.

Sebek would screech at me saying how its 'Unladylike' of me and how 'Disgusting' it is for me to give things to 'Lord Malleus' things from my 'bossom' and would snatch the item to clean it.

I know that pride month is over, but not my mind.

The probability of these characters being ftm. tw (mostly in Riddle's part) transphobia, internalized transphobia.

You've been warned.

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Riddle -in short, No. Riddle's mother is a Bitch, and I doubt that she would accept that her "daughter" is actually her son. She might accept outside, but would give Riddle internalized transphobia. Constantly misgendering him and using the term "biology speaking" at him, telling him that it's a phase or something.

Trey -he gives me straight, cis ally vibes, but, the possibility is that of 50 or slightly more %. If anything he's a straight trans masc. His family might be a bit confused, but they got the spirit.

Cater -highest probability of anyone else in Heartstybul. Started in his first year of NRC. Even if he does wear feminine clothing, he's still masc and no one can tell him otherwise.

Ace -same with Trey, but with a slightly higher chance. His brother has absolutely told his parents what transgender means before him.

Deuce -the second most probability, his mom and grandma support him wholeheartedly.

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Leona -in all honesty, a low maybe. Im wondering if I'll have to be comparing all their behaviors to the animal counterpart. He probably started Testosterone in like, in the middle of his third year of middle school. His brother and his wife celebrate his coming out every year, even when he's gone. They call him to celebrate, Cheka never understood why but, doesn't care.

Ruggie -high key? Highest of Savanaclaw. His grandma supports him in anything and everything. Even when they were tight on money, she still payed for his treatments.

Jack -he's like Trey, low probability. Like, I can see him supporting transpeople by encouraging them to work out. Giving them work out advice. And if he is trans, he probably started in mid-to-late middle school.

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Azul -tbh all of the octotrio could be. Like it'll depend on his merforms and how he compares to his mother. Cause I'm pretty sure that female octopuses are gendered by size, like many other fish.

Jade & Floyd -doesn't know what fucking gender even is. Doesn't care either. The only probability is how high is their murder count.

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Kalim -another low probability, but will support anyone who is. If you tell him you want to start T, he'll pay for it. Want top-surgery? Bottom-surgery? Boom. Paid for.

Jamil -like a 0.5% more than Kalim, but, doesn't care for your problems. He'll take care of you if you ever get top-surgery, by like giving you food and medicine for your recovery.

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Vil -y'all know this bitch has the highest probability. He doesn't hide it, nor does he want to. He is the second most queerest person in NRC. Hears or sees anything transphobic in a 100meter radius will get annihilated immediately.

Rook -first most queer out of all NRC, would you be surprised? I wouldn't. Hunts down any homophobic and transphobic comments. Can and will fistfight anyone who misgenders.

Epel -yes, most toxic masculine trans man you've ever meet. Will start T soon, just needs grandma's permission. Grandma supports her litte cinnamon apple fritter until the end of time.

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Idia -stinky gamer transperson™️. His parents were very proud when he came out in his third year of middle school. Took the 'Am I Gay?' quizes that give you any lgbtqia+ results.

Othro -he is robot, does not have gender.

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Malleus -I personally believe that all full fae are intersex and therefore have no gender roles. Mfer didn't know what gender was until NRC.

Lilia -doesn't give two shits about it. Mans OLD, and A FAE. Didn't know what gender is. The first time he encountered it was in war. A human soldier commented how a 'woman' shouldn't be on the battlefield to Lilia, then go gutted by Lilia.

Silver -didn't grow up with that concept. Everyone serves the royal family in Briar Valley. Like Malleus, encountered it in his first year over NRC.

Sebek -vaguely grew up with the concept because of his paternal grandparents. Didn't understand and never will. His father was so proud of him when he came out and threw him a party.

bug enjoyer x bug hater

Gonta Gokuhara🪲 x Jamil Viper🐍

Jamil Viper [ Club Hours ]

FIVKWNXIVJEJDJFIVJRJF

OK.

SO I REALLY NEED TO RANT BUT LIKE NO OFFENSE

I KINDA HATE JAMIL

HES REALLY SIMILAR TO ME SO IT PISSES MD OFF BUT LIKE

I GOT HIS SSR INSTEAD OF THE ONE I WANTED YEAH? AND AS I WAS GOING THROUGH HIS VIGNETTE

AND LIKE WTF HES PRETTY??? Im losing my damn mind 😭 I give up at this point like I don’t dislike him that much anymore

Heeey may I request Leona, Malleus, Jade, Cater, Azul and Jamil walking into their crush undressing

𝕊𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕃𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕒, 𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕦𝕤, 𝕁𝕒𝕕𝕖, ℂ𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣, 𝔸𝕫𝕦𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕁𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕔𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕙 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘

Trigger warning: Pretty much what's in the title, I assumed the reader is female

These came out kinda short tho :|

𝕷𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖆

”Oi, herbivore. Have you seen my-”

“👁👄👁”

“👁👄👁”

Leona slowly closed the door, blush evident on his cheeks, flashbacks of women back in the afterglow savanna fresh in his mind. He slowly walked away, speeding up little by little until he started running. He’s too young to die!

When you left your room after you put some clothes on, you scratched your head in confusion. Leona was nowhere to be seen. Where could he have gone?

*later that week*

“About that time when you walked on me un-”

“No.”

𝕸𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖚𝖘

Usually, he would take walks in an area around your dorm in hope of meeting you. Or you’d bump into each other somewhere around the campus while you do your tasks.

This time, however, he craved your company quite badly so he went straight to Ramshackle dorm.

And then it hit him. He had no idea what room was yours. And this is how he ended up opening every single door, looking for the child of man.

And he found you!

In your underwear.

The man had absolutely no idea what to do now.

He vanished just as fast as he appeared.

Spent the rest of the day thinking he’s never going to enter your dorm again with Lilia patting him on the back.

Poor guy-

𝓙𝓪𝓭𝓮

Man is quite well behaved. Always knocking before he enters, so it’s most likely to happen when he doesn’t know you’re in the room.

So you visited the Monstro Lounge and one of the workers spilled a drink on you. Naturally, Azul doesn’t want his business’ reputation to fall, so you’re given new clothes and free room to change in.

Jade didn’t know about the incident. He was in the kitchen, preparing meals, so imagine his surprise, when he entered a room that was supposed to be empty, with you, half-naked in the middle.

However, he was quick to return to his usual, stoic demeanor.

“Excuse me,” He said, before backing off, giving you your privacy.

After you finished and left the changing space, you spotted him standing nearby. He apologized to you, of course, asking a few questions about what you were doing in there and lecturing you to lock the door next time.

He may seem on the outside, but inside, he was burning with embarrassment. He didn’t exactly say he was offering you a deal, a free meal in exchange for not telling anyone what happened, but it was evident. And well, who were you to refuse?

𝕮𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖗

He walked with his nose in his phone, so he didn’t really notice you were undressing until you yeeted a fucking bottle of water at him yelling “OUT!!!!”

And then, he’s gone.

You can’t tell me he didn’t try flirting his way out of this. He did, but it sounded worse than in his head. Stuttering a little and finding himself at a loss for words. His eyes looking anywhere but you, sweat dripping from his forehead. Ace and Duce who happened to witness the scene taking turns in hitting each other in order not to laugh at their senior’s state.

Cater followed you around, trying to earn your forgiveness, for the rest of the day.

𝓐𝔃𝓾𝓵

His face was red. So, so red, you regretted not having your phone nearby so you could keep this memory forever. His glasses were steamy, almost falling from his nose.

The usually nonchalant Azul didn't even bother closing the door as he ran away in panic.

Needs to close himself in his office for the next few hours, before gathering the courage to apologize.

When he finds you, unlike Jade, he loses his shit and offers you anything you’d like for not telling anyone, ESPECIALLY THE TWINS GOSH IF THEY WERE TO FIND OUT HE WOULD BE OFFICIALLY DEAD about it. All these with his mind going blank, hands trembling,and irregular breathing.

Istg pull him into a hug or he’s gonna faint right then right there.

𝓙𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵

Probably the most chill about it.

I mean, of course, he would be feeling guilty for invading your privacy and will apologize for sure, but he meant no harm and you could’ve locked the door. Plus, there’s no need to make a fuss over some skin, right?

Still, he feels bad. Even worse, if you’re particularly upset.

Don’t worry tho, he’s your boyfriend after all, isn’t he?

Jamil knows how to cheer you up in no time, preparing your favorite food or giving you a massage. He’s up to anything you suggest too.

After that, he pretty much considers the matter closed, as he made up for his mistake. Expects you to never bring it up again, please

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Heartslabyul

{Falling into the rabbit’s hole….}

Savanaclaw

{Hiding in the elephant graveyard…}

Octavinelle

{Paying for a potion…}

Scarabia

{Rubbing the lamp…}

Pomefiore

{Eating an odd apple…}

Ignihyde

{Finding the entrance to Tartarus…}

Diasomnia

{Reaching for the spinning wheel…}

Obey Me!

Obey Me! Shall We Date?

{Completing tasks…}

Obey Me! Nightbringer

{Checking Whereabouts…}

The ball at NRC || Vice dorm leaders x reader

It seemed like Night Raven College had moved to Victorian times.

An annual ball was organized for students and their families to commemorate old customs and traditions; even if the whole party was prepared by the school, each and every student was overwhelmingly excited.

There was no way not to try to impress your friends by occupying the dance floor and dancing with the most beautiful girls in the room—all jealous glances were causing huge smiles on dancers’ faces.

However...

Now you were standing there, being just a wallflower.

You stared at your elegant slippers ghosts helped you choose. In your world, that outfit would surely be a sensation, and buying something like this would cost way too much for a dress. Here, however, seeing the Pomefiore students and their partners, as well as the leaders and vice-leaders of the dormitories… you pale in comparison.

You weren't able to talk much either — everyone was so absorbed by preparations and it seemed nearly impossible to talk to anyone, so before you knew it, you couldn't ask anyone to come with you to the party.

The fact that you spent hours preparing for this ball was the only thing that held you back from leaving the room. And also good food. Very good food.

You took another piece of the cake on your fork and for the tenth time that day you reprimanded yourself: “[Name], put it down, you will be fat, a little more and the dress will be too tight... Okay, it will be the last time I will take another piece, this time for real.”

You didn't have time to swallow the pastry when the voice behind you spoke up.

“[Name]?”

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Trey C.

You almost got choked by the cake when Trey appeared next to you.

Dressed in a white suit, light pants, and green shirt, you hardly recognized him. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of a smartly dressed boy, and it didn't make it any easier for you when he brushed his hair back.

“What do you think of these cakes?” Trey began as you both sat down at one of the tables that were placed along the walls of the room. “I assisted with some of them myself, even if we have enough cooks.”

"They're delicious," you admitted, pushing the cake into your mouth, this time without hesitation. “I will never get tired of your cuisine, Trey.”

“Thank you,” he smiled and for the first time in a long moment, he looked away from you and glanced at the buffet. “Epel gave us a lot of apples for these cakes. We could make a lot of apple cakes in the lead role: chausson aux pommese, tarte normande, tarte tatin, croustade aux pommes...”

You nodded your head uncertainly.

“Let's say I understand.”

There was a gleam of amusement in his eyes.

“You're not going to dance, [Name]?” he said suddenly. “It would be such a waste if the most beautiful woman at this party did not dance even once.”

"You're exaggerating," you laughed heartily, but a strawberry blush bloomed on your cheeks. “I don't know the steps, so there is no reason for me to dance”.

"I will lead," Trey said, and gently grabbed your hand as the first notes of the next song rang out. “Make an exception for me, [Name], and dance with me… I just don't know if I'll be able to give you to another man afterwards.” He added as you two took positions.

…Who knew Trey could dance so well?

Swaying to the rhythm of the melody, you followed the green-haired man whom you tried to keep pace with—to your pleasant surprise, you managed to make even a few turns without stumbling over the air.

Just as there are wolves in sheep's clothing, the same goes for Trey who could be a dancer in the royal court under the mask of a magnificent pastry chef.

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Ruggie B.

“R-Ruggie?” you stammered out as you hardly swallowed another piece of cake.

The boy put a finger on your lips and looked around cautiously.

"Shesh, [Name]," He moved closer, "help me get as much food out of here as possible."

“Ah?”

The rules that had been repeated to you from the beginning of the preparations were remembered in your head, and you were sure that one of them corresponded to the boy's plans.

When Ruggie saw the doubt in your eyes, he folded his hands in a pleading gesture and smiled encouragingly.

“Pretty please..? All you have to do is cover me up; with all this food we will go to the balcony and through the garden, we will take everything to my dorm.”

And you've just fallen into Ruggie's plan again.

Not that you had anything more exciting to do.

Keeping out of the way, so as not to attract much attention, you packed your food into a large wicker basket that was decorated with white flowers from one of the tables—now it looks elegant! Nobody should have suspected that there were chocolate brownies inside, instead of other flowers, right?

You swiftly slipped through the hall, avoiding any people who wanted to invite more students to dance. You quickly refused every suggestion, until you finally opened the balcony door with a thud.

“Haaa, fresh air..!” Ruggie set the basket down and stretched his arms up. “Oh, the garden was also decorated.”

You looked around to see the beautifully decorated park - the nicely trimmed flowers, carefully polished carvings, and the cleared of leaves path majestically melded with the candles flying overhead.

Though the sky was overcast, the flying lights resembled a starry sky with only the moon missing.

"They did a good job," Ruggie muttered, eyeing decorations and magical flowers, slightly shimmering in the dark. “It reminds me of one of the scenes from some movie... Where a girl runs away through such gardens, because the spell has started to disappear, or something like that... Very tragic and romantic...”

“We can," you began,“ recreate this scene.” You chuckled as the boy seemed a little confused. “After all, we can run away with food along these paths to the dormitory, it will be just as dramatic.”

“[Name]. I can't imagine anyone else I would like to run away with like this” theatrically he wiped an invisible tear and grabbed the basket.  “Now, come on, let's go!”

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Jade L.

“O-oh!” You jumped, clearly surprised. You turned around to see Jade with his usual perfect smile. “Hello, Jade...”

"Good evening, [Name]," he replied. “I was just wondering why the most beautiful person in this room doesn't dance. Hmm, why do you think?”

"That is the question," you said. You took the last sip of lemonade and set the cup down on the table. “I think you will find your dancing partner somewhere there” You nodded your head to the corner of the hall, where a dozen beautifully dressed ladies were crowded.

Jade looked at them, but quickly his gaze returned to you, still smiling.

“Unfortunately, another girl already caught my attention.”

“Unfortunately, this young lady does not know how to dance. Not with those monsters on her feet.”

You looked at your high heels. Dancing—walking in such uncomfortable shoes was already a challenge—was out of the question. Even when you walked to the room, you felt that you chose the wrong shoes, because, with every step, the heels were trying to slide off your foot.

"You can always take them off," Jade replied. “The floor is heated here.”

“You don't give up so easily, huh?” You sighed, but somehow you were smiling from ear to ear.

You slipped your uncomfortable shoes to the ground and happily kicked them under the table. The dress was so long that only if someone tried to look under it would you see your beautiful feet, matching Rapunzel's style - barefoot.

“May I have this dance?” Jade bowed. “It is an honor to dance with a princess who has lost not one shoe, but two.”

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Jamil V.

"Ah, um, hello, Jamil," you muttered, still startled by his sudden appearance. “Something happened?”

The boy seemed extremely tired. Out of breath, he leaned lightly against the pillar and was relieved to find it cold.

“Kalim. Ha... he's been trying to get me a dance partner since he found out I missed picking you up from the dorm. I honestly started to doubt that I would find you here...”

As to confirm his words, the people at the table a few meters away from you laughed out loud and some others started shouting over each other to be heard. Only the orchestra with another calm, waltz piece managed to alleviate the situation.

"It looks like Kalim has some sort of radar to detect you," you said softly, and Jamil cleared his throat in confusion. You nodded to the left of the buffet “because he's already coming here.”

Jamil glanced in the direction you were pointing, then grabbed your arm and led you to the center of the room. You understood it was a way to get away from Kalim, but nonetheless ...

When Jamil noticed the confused expression on your face, he smiled warmly and placed his hand on your cheek.

"Let me let you know that you are the only person I want to dance with at this party," he said and smiled at you as the violinists started playing a new tune.

"I hope I won’t disappoint you," you replied with a shy smile as Jamil gently laced your fingers together.

"Don't worry," the corners of his mouth raised a bit. “We will always be able to dance again if you decide you want to try again” and with those words, you and all the other couples went to dance.

"So you already know who you're going to dance with all night," you replied, and Jamil let out a soft laugh.

“I'm not going to complain.”

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Rook H.

"What are you doing here alone, princesse?"

You turned around to see Rook, who stood out from the crowd.

Not only was he tall, but his elegant clothes and the grace with which he moved made a lot of people’s gazes follow him.

"It's my environment," you said. Rook placed two sweet and sour punches in front of you and sat down next to you at the table. “Thank you.”

"Here you go," he smiled. When you looked into his eyes, a grin widened.“How about a little game?”

You blinked your eyes and nodded slowly.

"The rules are," he continued. “Whoever finds the Roi du Poison in this crowd first, wins. If I win, you will agree to dance with me.” He paused here to observe the change in expression on your face. “And if you win...”

“...you will buy me a cake.”

“...I will buy you a cake. Or whatever you want.”

Deal?

It was not a difficult task. Or at least it shouldn't be. Vil was constantly surrounded by a crowd of people who stopped to admire his beauty, so finding more crowded spots in this auditorium was not difficult.

And yet... at the time of the bet, they all seemed to have disappear.

You barely walked halfway across the room, and when you turned to see where Rook was, he didn't move. He only talked to Vil, who was leaning against a column that you couldn't see before... Rook was smiling at you and you were sure that there was a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes...

...he even waved at you.

"It's not fair," you said as he dragged you to the center of the room.

"No rule has been broken, have they not, mon chérie?" He said. “Time for my reward.”

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Ortho S.

*dancing macarena in the middle of the room*

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Lilia V.

“Are these pastries so good that it is better to give up the dancing than to leave these cakes alone?” Said the voice above you, and you almost dropped the plate of cake almost out of surprise.

Lilia chuckled at your reaction, then quickly flew past you.

"There is no sincerer love than the love of food," you quoted, and the boy nodded in agreement.

“Often feelings are expressed through food. Dating takes place in rich restaurants or at cafes with cute cupcakes.”

“See how you know it?” You smiled. “And you, a creature without a cake, why don't you dance?”

“I was just looking for a creature with a cake that would agree to dance.”

“Dance with the creature? Or with a cake?”

"I'm going for the sweeter option~~" He replied and set your plate down on the table as he dragged you to the center of the room. He squeezed through several pairs so that you were closest to the exit to the balcony.

You didn't dance to the music, but doing a few random spins didn't feel out of rhythm either. At least from your perspective.

Right now, you might feel like a princess who had found her promised prince and no one else could have spoiled it. No one.

You almost regretted it when the music was over and most of the couples went to grab a bite to get back to the waltz in half an hour.

"Next time," you said, when you and Lilia were at one of the gaming tables, "when I'm in Diasomnia, instead of eating your cookies, we'll learn a more ambitious dance."

"My baked goods are delicious, too," Lilia replied in a tone of voice as if it were one of the sacred laws. “They are filled with feelings.”

You rolled your eyes and giggled, not too eager to answer sincerely.

“Your feelings are clearly... dangerous.”

How to win a heart of Jamil Viper?

1.   Don’t be a typical hero(ine).

Contrary to the popular romance trope, tripping over the air to land on a certain cool-looking boy, and dropping all carried things, wouldn’t make Jamil fall for you. Instead, just falling because of you and sharply crashing with a floor would make him rather cautious around you and keeping a distance whether he has anything in his hands.

Believe him or not, he doesn’t need another ditsy and erratic person around him—like a certain leader from a certain dorm, who happens to create a mess anytime, anywhere.

So, let someone else be the protagonist of the story.

In that situation, you may be a side character that gets its way through obstacles and classic borders of story scheme and is much more interesting than the main persona.

That’s how you get his attention.

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2.   Be a help.

Oh, a person that would help him with his chores means to him much more than gold. Sometimes.

“Can I help you anyhow?” you asked when Jamil was going to the kitchen after a daily training with the rest of the dorm. He lifted his eyebrow, waiting for further explanation. “I mean with cleaning or something.”

Jamil glanced at you, not sure about your intentions.

Who would like to do something to help without having something in return? With only your will? No, it doesn’t work well in the same sentence.

But some help would be great. So, he just needs to keep sure that he won’t fall into any trap for letting you help, yes?

“Sure,” he said casually, not letting his face nor voice reveal any of his thoughts he run into. “[Name], right? Could you bring and clean the dishes from longue?”

And you helped. You really helped him a lot, staying over two hours till everything was shimmering with cleanliness and your abrupt desire to clean something and be more useful, burned out.

“Thank you for your help,” Jamil said, after correcting the last cushion in the Scarabia’s longue. You flashed him a smile. “But why, if I can ask, did you offer it in the first place?”

He got a quick response in form of a shrug.

“I... don’t really know,” you admitted, glancing at him. “...But you don’t complain, no?”

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3.   Be his dish taster.

“The way to a one's heart is through his stomach.”

“Try it,” Jamil handed you a spoon filled with some kind of stew. You consentaneously your opened mouth and drank all content of the spoon. Your mouth filled with many flavours and you couldn’t be sure if you ever ate that good combination in your life. “How was that?”

“Excellent as always.”

You said it all sincerely and maybe would have asked for seconds, if not the fact that Jamil already turned his back to you and got back to pots. He took another spoon and tried the dish himself, clicked his tongue and added more salt.

Once again, he turned to you and handed you a spoon.

“And how was that now?”

“Excellent as always,” you chuckled as he frowned at you.

“Don’t you think that you should add more words to your dictionary? You say the same thing on every dish,” once he said that you finished drying the last plate and preparing silverware for today’s fiesta.

“Don’t you think that I won’t be able to eat anything at the party when I will eat enough of your cooking now to write a poem about each of your culinary masterpieces?” Jamil chuckled slightly at your words.

“So, you don’t want any more?” he teased, but inside he was really flushed. Praises or cajolery, it all makes his heart skip a beat.

Finally, there was someone who appreciated all work he’s done.

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4.   Distract Kalim from him.

“You really shouldn’t go there,” you said, your voice as serious as you could keep it. “I mean, what if there is a monster who wants to kidnap you?”

Kalim cocked his head a little, considering your words. After a while, he nodded, fully convinced by your argument.

“You’re right,” he said. “I will warn others about this..!”

Kalim turned on his heel and spotted some people returning from morning classes. He ran to them, greeting them and walking with them as he tried to introduce the situation.

Still not believing Kalim fall for your words, you were standing alone in the centre of the corridor, a bit dumbstruck to discover the excuse Jamil came up with work.

“...Are you sure, you don’t want to tell him that some student’s from other dorm are here?” you asked as if saying to yourself your thoughts aloud.

But there was someone, someone who was hiding behind a big potted palm. He only gave you thumbs up as a preventative measure if there was still a chance that Kalim didn’t just dash through the halls to talk with some dorm students.

Jamil only looked at you and mouthed “No. Party. Today.” and quietly shifted to the corner, where the wall hid him and he could finally get up.

Mission accomplished.

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5.   Get rid of bugs for him.

“[Name],” Jamil called out to you, bursting through the door to your room. He looked very pale and panic was staying still in his eyes. “Would you be so kind to... deal with an intruder?”

You frowned a little before biting back a sigh. At first, you were concerned. Even Kalim getting in a serious mess didn’t make him react that seriously. But then you remembered that there was one thing that could make Jamil call you out of nowhere, acting like in an emergency. Emergency only in eyes of few.

Bugs.

Jamil never admitted to you that he is scared of them, but every time you brought up the topis, he snapped his fingers at it, saying that insects just aren’t his favourite kind of animal.

“Hmm~ Maybe after I finish this chapter,” you said, conspicuously turning a page of the book you were reading and with all your will trying not to smile nor to look at the wincing expression Jamil was wearing.

“[Name],” he said, his voice shaking with anger or frustration. “Go there right now or I will make sure you won’t get today’s dinner.”

...No dinner?

“Yes, mum,” you said putting the textbook aside and getting up from the comfortable couch.

Of all people, Jamil is probably the only one—well, maybe also Trey—that could make those words sound dangerous. Like, no dinner made by the best chef in Scarabia? It would be pure agony.

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6.   Have competitions.

“Aren’t you a little too good in this game?” you asked, regretfully placing pieces of the game back to the initial places.

He gave you a smile that slowly turned into a smirk, as you groaned at the next round you have lost. You flopped on the big pillow, all your will to play destroyed, as you sank between really cosy material.

“I told you I won’t give you a head start,” Jamil said, his steady voice mixed with amusement. “You even told me that you don’t want me to go easy on you before the game started.”

“Too bad,” you clicked your tongue at his response. “I was sure that after watching you play with Kalim, I remembered your tactics.”

You’ve watched at least eight rounds of Jamil and Kalim playing this game, and when it was coming to end, you were almost sure you understood and remembered the technique he was using in certain situations.

But, to your disappointment, it looked like he – even without using any of his tricky cards in his sleeve – was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, because, after three moves, you knew that probably all three were wrong when the opponent was Jamil.

“You gained nothing by it. Of course, I lost to him or... there would be a trouble,” he exclaimed. “You are different.”

“Oh, thank you. I can lose but he can’t, huh?” you frowned at him as he almost choked on the surprise he felt by hearing your response.

“...Yeah, that’s it. Just it.”

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7.   Have study sessions together.

“One class had a test before us,” you said scrolling through your class chat group. “They said that there wasn’t any question about these dates.”

Jamil scribbled down years of the most important magic wars, from time to time looking at you who were listing some test exercises and feeling somehow unmotivated to even properly open a history book.

Your notebook was lying in front of you, today’s lesson topic on the top of the page and many detailed doodles on its margin.

Once again... what was the unit you are having an exam about?

“It doesn’t mean, we won’t get a question about that,” Jamil tried to convince you, sliding textbook your way. “Now, read that aloud, while I prepare notes.”

You blinked twice as if woken up from daydreaming. Were you daydreaming?

“Are you sure..? I mean, all I will do is reading. Wouldn’t you rather want us to read it silently and then share our notes after this?”

“Don’t think about it much. I really like your voice,” he said it so thoughtlessly you weren’t sure if said it as an unarguable fact or just his smooth talker abilities were showing off, “and gave me your notes for the last exam so we’re even. And you won’t do any good notes when you’re sulking over this exam like that.”

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8.   Remind him to take breaks.

“You won’t get out of here,” you exclaimed spreading your arms as shielding a door from him. “Not a chance.”

Jamil stood a feet next to you, grimace stretching on his lips as he knew what’s coming up.

“I have to go, [Name].”

He tried to get through you, lightly removing you of his way. He wasn’t a fan of using force on anyone, and he was a hater of using force on you.

Much more than a speakable argument, you were pushing each other closer or further from the door, having a staring contest and reciting all the things he had done in the past two days; except for his daily duties and with the upcoming birthday party of few students of Scarabia who happen to have a celebration in the same day, the number of tasks he was given was overwhelming.

“Stop it!” you protested, trying to push him back. “I am seriously worried about you! Please... take a break.”

Every time he was coming closer to the exit, you stepped back, blocking his way, bumping into him and having to try again.

“You know I have a lot of work to do,” he said, finally stepping back and giving you a break from trying to separate him from the door. “I can’t just give up all my duties, even if I would love a break.”

“I can do it for you,” you quickly offered. “But please, now, go to sleep and don’t you dare touch anything related to school or cleaning.”

...What a weird request.

When was the last time anyone told him to take a break?

He doesn’t remember.

But now, he can say it was recently, all thanks to you.

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9.   Promise.

It was really hard for him once all his hard work to keep a high position within the dorm students suddenly dropped after his overblot accident.

“[Name]...”

However, the thing he regretted the most was hurting you. Taking the whole dorm under his unique magic spell, the hypnosis also affected you, making you another servant of his. Even you weren’t the one he ordered a lot, you felt betrayed that even the friendship you two developed didn’t stop him from overblotting.

And if he knew that you would avoid him like fire after the accident, he would probably hesitate a lot.

His throat tightened as he saw you one day in the corridor, looking somehow lonely and tired. He dashed to you, beseeching you to talk to him.

“Sorry for asking, but, Jamil, you don’t hate me, right?” you asked with a pain in your voice. You couldn’t even look at his face, feeling the incomprehensible weight in your gaze. “I mean... Do you only act in front of me friendly? ...Like... with Kalim..?”

“No, no, no,” he protested quickly, making it almost sound like a plea. He gently grabbed your hands, praying that you won’t harshly jerk them back because of him. “I don’t hate you. I really like you. I mean every word I said to you.”

The feeling of release struck you like thunder, you took a big breath, your eyes watering. You slowly reached for his touch, finally ending in a hug.

Jamil ran his fingers through your hair, smelling a familiar, reassuring scent of yours. After a while, he whispered a question.

“So... could you please not avoid me anymore? I know it will be hard to bring up the same relationship we had, but... could you give me a second chance?”

“Okay. But under one condition,” you said, slightly backing off from him. Before he could wonder about the term you would require from him, you finished your thought. “You must be honest with me. I... don’t know what will I do if it all turned to be a play...”

“I will,” he replied, putting his whole heart in these two words. “I will always be honest with you. And won’t ever use my unique magic on you.”

You looked up at him, a small smile starting to rise and heart-throbbing more wilder with his words. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

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10.            Make him confess.

“What are you doing this weekend?”

Jamil appeared in front of you, almost like popping out of nowhere, as you were done with today’s lessons and slowly heading to your dorm. He caught up with you, changing his pace to match yours.

“I have no plans. I will be probably sleeping or something,” you answered honestly, shrugging and reminding yourself that you should finally hang out with some people from your class to make sure your social life isn’t all over dead.

You were walking in quietly before Jamil broke silence and spoke up again.

“Would you like to go somewhere?” he asked his voice only giving a hint of nervousness—it was nothing compared to the stress he felt inside. It was just a “yes or no” question, he knew that he will meet in future many amazing people like you and shouldn’t be stressed, but having someone so dear to him being asked for a meeting where he will try to finally out find his feeling... it is stressful.

“Hehe~ what, are you asking me on the date?” you teased, but much more than mocking, you were hoping for an answer. For the honest answer, he promised you.

“...And what if I am?” he asked, his voice a bit hushed, but steady.

You felt how heat was coming all the way up to your cheeks, although you tried your best not to let anything more, as if a blush wasn’t obvious enough, know how excited and spellbound you are.

“Then, your wish is my command.”

Kalim: My friend died when we couldn't remember his blood type. As he died, he kept saying "be positive," but it's hard without him

Yuu and the others: ....

Jamil: *is done with life*

Twst quotes #02

Yuu: How do you know how to kiss? Like who teaches you?

Azul: Well it’s actually a class, but unfortunately it’s full right now.

Azul: Would you like me to tutor you?

Idia: That was smooth.

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Yuu: Is there a cactus where your heart should be?

Vil: What’s up your ass this morning!

Malleus: *walks in* ...Hey.

Vil: Hmm… nevermind.

Yuu: WAIT NO!

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Yuu: So... what would you do if you were in bed with me?

Jamil: Depends. Is your bed comfortable?

Yuu: Yes.

Jamil: I'd sleep.

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Yuu: ....Thou shalt not marry each other, for thy art both sinful...

Eliza: I just wanna fucking marry Idia!!

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*playing twister*

Azul: Right hand red.

Kalim: *ends up on top of Jamil*

Jamil: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

Yuu: We stopped spinning like 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice.

Twst quotes #03

Kalim: Hello, McDonald's, I would like to purchase 130 chicken nuggets. Prepare yourselves. 

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Deuce: Good morning.

Epel: Good morning. 

Jack: Good morning. 

Crewel: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit. 

Ace: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS! 

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Grim: Thanks for not telling Yuu what happened. 

Trey, Dumbfounded: I wouldn't even know where to begin trying to explain this. 

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Jamil: I've never been in a snowball fight before. I don't know the rules. 

Epel: What? 

Jamil: Is there a point system, or is it to the death? 

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Yuu: You three explain right now! 

Ace: It was Grim.

Deuce: It was Grim.

Epel: It was Grim.

Grim:

Grim: … Fuck. 

Twst quotes #06

Grim: Do you ever think? Because I don't.

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Yuu: I'd like to live through a week that's not a whole new verse of "We Didn't Start the Fire."

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Yuu, on the phone: So no head?

Yuu: *Breaks Crowley's phone and mask*

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Ace, dangling from a rope over a pit of fire: Remember when I said I'd tell you when we're in too deep?

Deuce:Yes?

Ace: We're in too deep.

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Yuu: If I die you can have what little I own.

Jamil: Wait. What do you mean "if" you die?

Yuu: My unending existence is fuelled by pure spite, that of which the painful experiences of life have rendered me full.

Jamil:

Jamil: *Sighs* Let me call Professor Crewel.

Twst incorrect quotes#07

Ace: Alright Deuce, Epel. Let's go over this one more time.

Ace: If something breaks?

Deuce: We try to fix it before Yuu gets home.

Ace: If it doesn't work?

Epel: We blame Grim.

Grim: Seriously guys, what the hell?!

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Vargus: Why are you like this??

Yuu: I used too much "No More Tears" shampoo as a kid and I haven't felt a single emotion since.

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Kalim: I'm cold.

Jamil: Here, take my hoodie.

*meanwhile*

Ace: I'm cold.

Yuu: I can't control the fuckin' weather, Ace.

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Riddle: How was your day, Ace?

Ace: Yeah, fine, it's anti-bullying week at school.

Riddle: Oh? And what does that mean?

Ace: It means I can't bully anyone for a whole week.

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*The Squad is on the bus, and a child is crying*

Vil: *rolls eyes to the sky*

Lilia: *makes funny faces to get them to stop*

Jamil: *puts their earphones on at 100% volume*

Epel: *doesn't mind, doesn't bother*

Floyd: *is the reason they're crying*

Yuu: *enjoys in silence*

Twst incorrect quotes #09

Yuu: You have gone to far. You have captured me. Enslaved your whole dorm. Lied and manipulated me since the very beginning. All that I could forgive. But Jamil…

Jamil: What?

Yuu: A hoodie in this heat?

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Azul: Blackmail is such an ugly word. I prefer extortion. The X makes it sound cool.

Or

Yuu to Crowley: Blackmail is such an ugly word. I prefer extortion. The X makes it sound cool.

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Rook: A fistfight CAN be romantic.

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Shapeshifter: *transforms to look like Vil*

Vil: Okay, are you like BLIND? You look nothing like me. First off, I'm way taller. Secondly, I have a MUCH elegant posture, if you could drag comb through that hair you're like a 7 on a good day and I've been told I'm a constant 10.

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Yuu: Social distancing says you shouldn't be within an elbow's distance of each other.

*later, in a fistfight with a student tryna start some shit*

Yuu: Social distancing doesn't say nothing about feet! *kicks opponent in the face*

The cause of Jamil's sleep issues.

Can I use this as shipping material?