A Misfit? | (Pomefiore!OC x Twisted Wonderland)

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There's one funny story to tell about the twenty-second day of September. First of all, Lucien is not informed that the house warden of Heartslabyul was changed. From the second year Alfred, the position was passed to a third year named Gulf.

It is daybreak, still a weekend, and Lucien was out with his cats for a morning walk when he suddenly felt danger approaching. Lucien heard steady and silent footsteps heading towards his general direction. Because of this situation, Lucien's first action was to use his signature spell which allowed him to create a temporary alternate appearance. A person appeared from behind and introduced himself as Gulf claiming that he was the housewarden of Heartslabyul. Of course, at first, Lucien was confused and asked what happened to Alfred. Fortunately, nothing bad happened to Alfred but for some reason, he passed his position to Gulf. Gulf is also genuinely confused but accepted either way. Now that they were on the topic, Gulf also inquired if Lucien happened to know someone with the pseudonym Clune Litlavein.

"If I happen to discover about it, you'll be the first one to know," Lucien said in a low voice trying to sound different. Unfortunately, although his signature spell lets him temporarily alter his appearance he could not alter the sound of his voice. Lucien did his best shot to impersonate a manly domineering voice. Lucien winced, he lied again about the thing going on about Clune Litlavein.

On the second half of Lucien's day, he also encountered another housewarden. He is a third-year from Octavinelle named Gill. Gill was hanging around the cafeteria looking around for a person to annoy.

"Hey, hey, wanna make a bet with me? It's about Leona, whether he's a cat or not," Lucien was bombarded with this random nonsense by a guy named Gill. Fortunately, the other person easily got bored with Lucien's personality and found another freshman to bother.

Everything became hectic when midnight came, a lot of students were doing their assigned tasks at the last minute, and some don't give a damn.

Inside the extravagant dormitory of Pomefiore where students rest in luxury there is one secluded room where two guys are having fun not having a care about some damned assignments because they already finished them some time ago.

What I meant by fun is that they were having this thing called "girls talk" if you exclude the fact that Lucien and Vil are both boys. Let's temporarily call it guys talk.

"What skincare do you use?" Vil asked before taking a drink of his smoothie. Vil had long noticed that the other male had smooth, soft skin albeit having some blemishes that stood out from having pale skin.

"Skincare? You mean soap?" Lucien answered with a question without looking away from the clothing that he was sewing. The cozy atmosphere went downhill with Lucien's nonchalant answer.

"Forget that I asked. So, I was thinking about producing another set of skincare that is specially made for you, what do you think?" Vil who sat in front of his vanity mirror started to check himself out. Vil was staying up late after all he had to keep himself in check. Vil shrugged off Lucien's former statement, the two started to hang out more together so putting the pieces together Vil knew that Lucien answered without putting much thought. The two were getting used to each other and now they have a better understanding of their personalities. Something between the two just clicked.

"I think it's good, whatever makes you happy," Lucien expressed.

"Hey, you aren't paying attention, aren't you?" Vil stood up and went near the edge of his bed to sit.

"No-no, I am listening. I am also a bit confused... what's with the talk about soaps?"

Lucien looked up from what he was doing when Vil did not answer, the next second he was dragged by Vil and made him lay on the bed. "Make yourself comfortable. Wait a minute."

Just what is going on?

Lucien observed as Vil fished out a face mask.

He knows this one, Licht usually uses those during the stressful nights of his life. Wait, so that's considered as a skincare?

"Oh, I get it, I get it. So, I was correct. Soap is a skincare too," Lucien mumbled while he was lying down on the cozy bed that contained Vil's comforting smell.

It was not part of Lucien's intention to fall asleep defenseless.

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I wish ya'll a peaceful Valentines day:)