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‎˃ ᵕ ˂ . . "what are you willing to do? oh tell me what you're willing to do."

I would,

premise. in which it's the things he's willing to do.

characters. azul, sebek, silver, idia, riddle.

note. I have 80 ideas other than this :') and i can't seem to finish them. this is quite short, just wrote what I thought and I have class again tomorrow *dies* AND WOW! just the right timing for riddle's part

— azul

I would be free whenever you ask.

technically azul isn't free at the moment.

he's in his office at the lounge basically slaving away his days scribbling on documents, going over his plans for the day, and checking the expenses for the day. azul doesn't have a plan to go out either till he finishes, or an important 'client' wishes to meet with him.

but then there's a knock on his door. he knows it's jade immediately, only that twin would knock while the other wastes no time to barge in. he's grateful that jade atleast is polite enough despite his.. darker side. "come in. what's the matter?"

said twin stepped in and closed the door behind him. somehow still attaining a polite demeanor from his pose and posture alone. "you seem busy." jade comments, chuckling and there seems to be a glint that flashes in his eyes. "someone wants to meet with you."

he doesn't like that look on his face. "I am. please tell whoever wishes to see me that I can't, perhaps another time." azul waves his hand dismissively. picking up a pencil to draft a paper.

this time jade looks teasing, "very well. I will tell the ramshackle prefect that you aren't available."

azul's pencil breaks and he accidentally bangs his knee from the startle. "you... jade, why didn't you tell me sooner?" azul groans, dragging a palm over his face in hopes to hide the embarrassment.

(and the pink dusting it.)

as expected. jade still notices anyways. yet he still has the audacity to tilt his head, feigning innocence. "but you said you are busy." the man doesn't even try to hide the grin on his face.

azul doesn't answer and dusts himself off whilst standing, completely discarding the paper he was working on. "don't tell anyone about this."

"got it~"

he ignores the giggling that started just after he went out the door. jade can be as unbearing as his brother sometimes, azul sighs. adjusting his clothing to make sure not a single ornament isn't out of place.

he's starting to get nervous each step he makes on his way to the table that he'd practically labeled as yours. and only then does he register the erratic beating of his heart, or the clammy palm when he sees you.

you perk up in suprise. he doesn't know why. "oh! azul. I thought you were busy."

jade... azul silently curses, going ahead and telling you that he's busy in advance before informing him.. unbelievable. he flashes you a smile. "don't mind him. what would you like to do?"

he left his supposed work in the office but he can always skip it for you.

— sebek

I would defend your honor. (aggressively)

if there's anything that sebek hates about humans is how fast they believe a word from another.

it doesn't matter if they're a friend, an enemy, or a stranger. if they hear it with their own ears they start running off with their mouth as well.

which brings him to this predicament.

sebek zigvolt was in the hallways—for once not stuck, or frantically looking for his beloved young master. only being discharged from his fourth period class, many people stop to stare. probably because he has a reputation of sorts, nearly always yelling with each syllable he utters.

"I don't get how they're a prefect." the voice stops him right in his tracks. he's just by a corner so that meant whoever was speaking is just if he makes the turn. you must not engage in the human gossip! sebek reprimands himself. but then again, if they're talking so foul about a prefect then they should show them some respect!

another voice snickers. "it's cause they're privileged. if it was any other way, they wouldn't be here. I mean come on, someone magicless wouldn't survive here." this time both of them start laughing and in between laughs the other states; "basically dead meat. how useless."

how cruel. humans care so little for their fellows, it makes him sick. even more so that they're talking about you. you've done far more for this academy than their puny little selves who've done nothing but run their mouths. they should know the deeds you've done!

"their dorm is ramshackle, they don't even have students. the headmaster should've just left them as a janitor."

sebek leaps out of the corner. and the two students jump, flinching at the jumpscare. "what th—"

"HUMANS! you are disgraceful for assuming such things! we are in their debt for saving waka-sama! just know that diasomnia will be after you if you continue thinking of them like that!" sebek points an accusing finger at them as he rambles on. not caring about the onlookers that turned by his yells.

meanwhile the two stare at him in slight fear. "w-whatever man.." one mumbles, the taller one thinking that he can just play it off. "hmph. this is a violation of the school morals. I'll have you reported." for once sebek's voice tones down. terrifyingly enough it switches to a cold low.

they scurry off as sebek continues to glare at them venomously.

"I heard you screaming again."

somehow you just happened to be near. "human?! it's you!" sebek completely ignores your confirmation on his volume.

you place your hands on your hips. "so what is it this time? did they insult malleus?" he shakes his head vigorously and looks away. how could they insult such a kind person?

no. it was you. "you must address waka-sama with respect! and no. it is none of your business, human." he scolds and you laugh lightly. "alright, alright."

right.. how could they insult such an frustratingly endearing human?!

I MEAN WHAT?

— silver

I would care for you.

NRC had a barrier that protected unwanted visitors from sneaking on campus, given how quite a lot of students there are celebrities, royalty, or whatnot. the barrier made sense even more.

it's unheard of to hear someone actually getting past. unheard of but definitely not impossible.

silver was in the equestrian club when he first heard of it. calmly, he strokes the horse's hair slowly. in return the animal affectionately nuzzles its nose forward.

"how unbelievable.." silver turns his head to see riddle shaking his head, looking thoroughly disappointed. it's rare to see him like that. so silver can't keep in the concern. "what's wrong?"

riddle looks to him, face turning grim and solemn. knowing full well that you're someone very close to silver. "there's there's a trespasser on grounds. unfortunately, they were quite violent. a... student had gotten into an accident with them." silver blinks, frowning at the relevation of someone getting hurt.

"ah.. I hope they're doing okay." silver says. feeling sympathic to whoever had gotten hurt and a little angry to the one that had hurt them. riddle's sad face doesn't waver, if not look more depressed by his words. silver gets the feeling that something really is wrong.

silver puts his full attention on the red head, retracting his hand from the horse who neighs in protest. riddle places a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry but that student was (name). they've been put to sleep but you can check up on them in the infirmary."

suddenly all the sleep silver had was thrown out the window. he had the patience to spare riddle a nod before running towards the school. even sending a little prayer for you, and himself.

when you woke up the only thing you can feel was absolute pain in your head. like one of those brain splitting migraines but ten times worse. you dragged out a groan, turned and clutched your head painfully.

it was absolutely unbearable. you weren't someone who'd cry a lot but this—whatever this was wanted you to start bawling. you shut your eyes and bury your face in a pillow, aggressively holding it like your life depended on it.

meanwhile a weight shifts on your right in the middle of your questioning- life-choices episode. "(name)?" somehow you manage to blink past the teary gaze to look at silver, who looks like he had just woken up. at the sight of you the man in question blinks once, twice, thrice before he displays the most shock you'd ever seen him.

he stumbles to stand up and silver wasn't really that clumsy, right now he sure acted like he was. he stares at you worriedly, skimming past your face to seemingly look for something. though his face morphs into a mixture of sadness and anger at the sight of your painful look. "I have water for you."

at the mention of water your throat constricts as you inch forward to the glass you never saw midst your pain. embarrassingly enough, silver took the initiative to take the glass himself and bringing it to your lips.

you had no choice but to let him hold your jaw and guide the rim properly. still, you think; since when was silver so.. doting? you've never seen him like this before.

he never once took his eyes off of you. "are you feeling better?" silver questions, now sitting beside your bed as he looks you over.

you squint at him. "a little.. yeah." silver exhales in relief before flopping down next to you. "I'm.. glad. sorry I wasn't there but I'll protect you from now on."

— idia shroud

I would do it for you.

idia has a problem.

currently he's having an inner turmoil for literal days. but what's new honestly?

anyways. yesterday, you had asked him if he ever went to the cafeteria in lunch. his answer is an expected. "not really.." but you still manage to raise your brows and ask him if he wanted to come sit by you if he was ever free.

well technically he was always free.

so here he was; sitting on his bed contemplating if he should go or not. he's already decked up in his usual attire, which apparently convinced his brother ortho that he's ready to go.

he was torn about wanting to go, and not wanting to go.

'it would do you a lot of good if you did!' but idia isn't sure if that motivated him or made it all the more terrifying. a while ago he was alternating between making up his mind, a rollercoaster really. he stood up to leave then sat back down changing his mind for the 9th time.

okay he was going for you.

idia doesn't know if he should start crying or just ignore the searing stares that ranged from disbelief and suprise the period he was outside, even his residents tore their gazes away from screens to make it seem like they just got the 0.00000000.1% drop rate event.

by the time he was just a few feet away from you he was regretting his choice of obliging over a thousand times in his mind but hey, he was there now anyways right? no turning back now.

you were there—but to his disappointment your other first year friends were there as well. it was deuce whose face morphed into flabbergasted that made you follow his line of sight and eventually find idia awkwardly standing there.

your other red haired friend even paused his munching all together to stare at him.

okay he's turning around now he can't stand this anymore. "idia?"

the man in question flinches and turns to look at you once again, to his suprise you wear a pleasantly suprised smile, welcoming. "I didn't expect to see you here—" you laugh and pat the spot next to you, even scooting to the side. and blatantly shoving away ace who complains in protest. "—come, come. sit."

idia sits obediently and the other two look on like they're watching a show. (somewhere grim is robbing tuna as well.) now the man is internally freaking out both because you're literally too perfect for him and because he has no idea what to talk about.

ace and deuce share a look at the silence.

"sooo... did you add me on the game yet?"

idia perks up. the intensity of his flame brightening in excitement though he doesn't seem to notice. "YES. you're using the wrong artifacts by the way, i reccomend the—"

somehow, just somehow. time flew by so fast that idia wasn't even done rambling to you till the bell rang and for once, idia wanted to continue the conversation you had. it was a blur, he'd thought it was annoying for him to talk so much but the fact that you completely gave your attention to him gave him tingles.

idia buries his face into his knees. down bad astronomically.

— riddle rosehearts

I would tone it down for you.

it was a fine evening this day. riddle thinks, the fifth of september. meaning that there's a tea party to be held to uphold the 25th rule. the teapots weren't brimming with tea, just the right amount. they're warm, to be consumed at the perfect temperature.

all treats are on the table, of which the cloth are set quite nicely. the residents are behaving for once, including the two first year trouble makers. the flamingo's and hedgehog's have been fed already.

everything was perfect.

and then it wasn't.

riddle feels a strange sense of deja vu as he remembers this exact situation; he excuses himself from the party to take out the tarts trey had prepared for him in advance. only then when he opens the refrigerator is when he notices that the place he left the plate on was no longer there.

he holds in the scream by gritting his teeth and he's sure that he's probably have popped a nerve.

riddle stomps out the kitchen, scouring the hallways and his eyes land on the crumbles that perhaps had been left by accident. there's a trail. whatever, this works in his favor. then he steps in the common room and when he gets his hands on the thief he's gonna—!

you were there.

not only you but his precious tarts as well, set on the table as you were sat on a seat; reading a book and there's a cup of tea right by the plate. it looks like you were having a fine evening as well and riddle did as well until now.

"YOU." riddle hisses out, watching you blink and slowly look at him. pausing at his angry expression and smiling nervously. "uh.. you okay there?"

then he remembers it's you. riddle suddenly feels speechless and he deflates.

you watch his mood make a turn in the span of a second.

riddle clears his throat. "ahem. did you perhaps find that in the fridge?" he points at the half eaten tarts he would've loved to eat. you nod in confusion.

"yeah... why...." you speak as though you were wary.

oh no were you scared of him?! he jumps. "I believe those are my tarts." riddle crosses his arms and just surrenders to pull out a chair beside you, letting himself lower down as you flinch and drop the tart you were eating.

"what? I'm sorry riddle I didn't know."

this time you deflate.

riddle resists the urge to comfort your seeming sad look. he shakes his head. "mind you. atleast give me some. I'll forgive you this time, might we spend the evening together?"

you tilt your head. "isn't there a tea party today?"

"indeed. the rules didn't specify whom I had to spend it with.