𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 :: 𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓

𝟑𝟖: 𝐈𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Invitations and Realizations

[ The Beautiful Oppressor Arc: Continue! ]

The boys blinked owlishly as they watched with furrowed brows as three men surrounded the blastcycle– one leering at you from the corner of his eye had Deuce gently grabbing your arm.

" I've never seen a model like this. The wheel and cowl are both totally modded. " the male pointed out, leaning around the machine with interest– making his friend behind him scoff.

" If a blastcycle nut like you hasn't seen it, then who in the world owns this beaut? " a second man asked, hands tossed in his pockets lazily.

The third man– the one that has been leering at you this entire time– blinked owlishly as he turned back to his friends. " Can you drive a blastcycle without magic? " he asked.

The first man hummed. " You can't do as much with it, but yeah, you can ride it. It's got a technomantic battery as backup," he explained, pointing at it. " How do you not know that, anyway? That's blastcycle 101! " he sneered at the other.

Epel narrowed his eyes at the scene. " There's a whole mess o' folks eyeballin' our ride. Whaddaya reckon they want? " he asked cautiously, glancing at you and Deuce.

Epel– nor Deuce, for that matter– were naive to the looks one man was throwing your way. The way his lips curled up into a disgusting sneer– his eyes roaming your figure, stopping on certain parts of your body.

It was disgusting– and you visibly seemed both annoyed and disgusted by it.

Deuce paused, staring intently at the men. " We had to go all the way to Ignihyde for permission to borrow that– against Idia's better judgment, too. If I let it get damaged, I'm in serious trouble," he muttered, brows pressed together.

He doesn't want to know what Idia would do to him if the bike came back with even a scratch– the fact that Idia was a Housewarden hasn't escaped Deuce's mind.

" Hey! That's my ride, there! " Deuce called out to the three men, one hand pointing at the circled bike– the other tightly gripping your hand as a means of security.

For yourself, of course.

And you would be lying if you said the small gesture didn't make you smile– despite the situation you found yourself in.

The second male raised a brow, eyeing Deuce up. " Seriously? You're just some kid... " he muttered under his breath, voice trailing before his eyes widened in realization. His eyes quickly swept across each of you– eyes narrowing at you and Epel in particular as he took a moment to study your uniforms.

" I recognize those outfits...you all go to Night Raven College?! " he asked, almost in shock– especially at two girls attending, he thought.

The first male scoffed, eyeing you and Epel for a moment before he glanced back at Deuce. " Hey, kiddo. You don't mind if I take this baby out for a little spin, right? " he asked, patting the bike– making Deuce wince.

" Uh– I'm sorry, but it's not mine to loan out. I can't risk letting it get damaged. " he quickly excused, letting go of your hand as Epel slowly walked up next to you.

The male glared down at Deuce, who stared back– albeit, hesitantly. " Excuse me? Are you sayin' I'm a bad driver? I resent that! " he yelled, spit flying everywhere in his rage.

The second man nodded enthusiastically. " Yeah! He knows a little magic. He can handle it no prob. " he said as if reassuring Deuce.

The third male blinked owlishly, tearing his eyes away from you and Epel. " Wait, really? I didn't know you knew magic," he muttered.

The first man scoffed, shrugging his shoulders. " Just a touch. I'm no fancy Night Raven mage, but I've got more than enough for blastcyclin'. " he said, waving his hand flippantly at the other two.

Your eyes went wide as you listened.

His words– they confirmed that there were non-magic users in this world. Which, of course, you've suspected– even known, to some extent from the mild words used in the past.

But it's never been outright confirmed to you face to face.

You weren't sure how to feel.

Relieved, that you weren't the only non-magicless person in this new, unfathomable world? Upset, that it was never talked about in the first place?

Or conflicted– because you weren't alone entirely in that regard– and yet, this entire time you were under the impression of it.

The second man rolled his eyes, scoffing under his breath at his friend's words. " Whatever, man. I know you couldn't keep up in class and dropped outta' magic school. " he sneered, causing his friend to snap back at him.

Deuce pursed his lips as he watched the banter before he decided to speak up. " I really think this machine is too dangerous for a beginner to ride, sir," he muttered, watching as the three men's heads snapped toward him.

You could only sigh internally– that was the wrong thing to say to three grown men who looked like wannabe bikers.

" Who're you callin' a beginner? " the first– the leader, you assumed– asked with narrowed eyes.

" Is that how you talk to your elders? I don't like your attitude, kiddo. " the second sneered, glaring at Deuce.

Deuce sighed, furrowing his brows. " Look, you can't borrow it, okay? " he said, reaffirming his words in exasperation. " End of story! Let's go, Epel– Y/n," he muttered, shuffling in front of you and Epel– who blinked owlishly.

" Uhm, right. " Epel muttered, nodding his head as he followed Deuce, with you not too far behind.

The leader furrowed his brows, glaring at Deuce. " Hey, hold up. We're not through here yet. " he sneered– and your eyes went wide as you watched the man roughly snatch Epel by the arm– the Pomefiore student wincing in pain, his eyes full of panic.

As soon as the man's hand made contact with Epel's arm– the third man quickly grabbed both your arms– keeping you in place.

Your eyes widened in fear. Your breathing picked up because the only thing you could think about was not again.

For a moment you were thrown back in time as all you could think about was that Diasomnia student putting his hands on you, whispering in your ear.

And you felt disgusted at the memory.

Deuce watched the two scenes with wide eyes. " Hey, what are you doing?! Get your filthy hands off Epel and Y/n! " he sneered, disgust raging in his eyes.

The men seemed to ignore Deuce in favor of looking at you and Epel. " Hey, ain't you gals? I thought Night Raven was an all-boys school. " the leader muttered, keeping his hold on Epel.

You blinked in confusion.

Gals?

Did they think Epel was also a girl?

Epel was feminine, sure– but you don't think he quite looked like a girl. Despite having a rather feminine figure and face, he still looked like a boy.

At least, to you he did.

Epel stared at the man, confused as he attempted to tug his arm out of his grip. " Whoa, you're not kiddin'! They're real lookers, too. Since when has that place gone co-ed? " the second one asked, staring at you and Epel curiously.

A noise of disgust left your lips– this was, what, your second, maybe third time experiencing harassment since being here?

But these were grown men– man-handling you and Epel, talking about how attractive you were fully knowing both of you went to Night Raven– a school.

It was disgusting– revolting.

A sneer overcame Deuce's face as he watched, anger coursing through his veins at the scene. These men were touching you and Epel– revolting words leaving their mouths as they leered at the two of you like meat.

" You two better lay off of them– " the Heartslabyul male started, a glare on his features only to pause as he watched Epel speak.

" You...you're hurting me. " the lavender-haired boy muttered, glancing up at the men– his eyes were wide– and to most people seemed rather innocent, his soft voice only helping the situation. " Please, let us go? "

You grimaced in the man's hold– albeit, at Epel's act his grip loosened– listening to the cooing of those around you. " Okay, guys, we should probably lay off. We wouldn't want the poor, delicate things getting seriously hurt. " the man holding you said– removing his hands from you.

You jerked forward, turning to glare at the men when suddenly Epel moved– and you watched with wide eyes as Epel headbutted the man that was previously holding him. " Ya want hurt? Ah'll give ya' hurt! " he yelled, grinning.

You took this as your cue– quickly, you kicked the man who previously held you in the groin– and you watched with satisfaction as he kneeled over in pain, grasping at the concrete.

" That's for touching me, fucker. " you sneered at the man, lips twisted.

From beside you, Epel laughed, grinning wildly as he watched the men scramble to get themselves together. " Mah 'charm' really does work like a charm! Y'all just made fools outta yourselves! Who do y'all think yer callin' dainty an' petite?! " he yelled, brows furrowed.

" Why d'you sound so surprised? Maybe y'all need to get yer eyes checked! " the boy cackled.

" Epel, I don't think your cuteness is supposed to be used for fighting! It's gonna be really bad if we get into a scrap when we're already off campus without permission. I mean, not that fights are good to begin with! " Deuce yelled, stuttering over his words with wide eyes.

The leader scoffed, narrowing his eyes at you and Epel. " We try to be nice, and this is what happens. Y'know, I've never liked mages anyway. They think they're so great, just cause they know a few little parlor tricks... " he sneered, and you watched as magic swirled in the air.

" Is he about to use magic against us?! " Epel exclaimed, backing up at the sight,

He liked to act like he knew what he was doing– of course, he did. As a Night Raven student, he was confident in his magical ability– but still, the ever-lasting presence of the three, grown men that towered over his form was intimidating all the same.

Epel was confident, not ignorant.

Deuce huffed. " Epel, Y/n, I'll handle these guys. Get out of here and call the school," he commanded, brows furrowed as he glanced between the three adults.

Your eyes went wide at Deuce's comment.

You gathered he had a need to protect others– and in this case, you and Epel. But even then, this was just stupid.

The freshman was good with magic, you knew that well enough– and if things got out of hand Deuce could use his fists– something he's proven before with Jack.

But the reality of the situation was a single teenager being against three grown men. You don't care how strong Deuce was– he wouldn't make it out without being severely hurt.

" What?! I ain't gonna skedaddle without you, y'hear?! " Epel yelled back, narrowing his eyes at the boy in disbelief.

Deuce sighed. " I don't want you getting hurt, and I really don't want you getting forced to use magic," he muttered. " I brought you both out here, I'm ready to own up! I put you and Y/n in danger, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I let that slide, " he yelled.

You stilled for a moment, staring at Deuce.

He was taking accountability in the face of danger– he decided that both you and Epel were under his protection. He felt responsible for your safety– and you feel like he shouldn't have to.

None of this was ever supposed to happen in the first place– and the realization made you so incredibly angry– because it seemed like everywhere you went trouble followed.

Was there a single decent person in Twisted Wonderland? There were– of course, there were. You could name a few– you could.

But the bad seemed to far outweigh the good and you were finding it hard to keep searching for that good.

Epel, on the other hand– felt his chest tighten at Deuce's words. He felt as if the male was underestimating him– did he see him as weak?

Was it his appearance, he thought bitterly.

He knew Deuce meant no harm by it– truly, it came to fruition that Deuce was a white knight– chivalrous in what he thought and did, and that was the case once more.

But he felt the need to prove himself to Deuce– he had to. He needed to show both of you that he wasn't weak, he could handle a fight without magic– he could.

He was tired of being seen as weak, underestimated– being protected.

For once, Epel wanted to be the one doing the protecting.

He wanted to be a shield for others to rely on, he realized.

Both you and Epel watched as Deuce took hit after hit of magic– never really fighting back, only using his arms to block the attacks. Upon noticing Deuce wincing in pain, the leader smirked– leering at the teenager. " What's the matter? Where's your precious magic, huh? All you're doin' is blockin'! " he yelled with a sneer, sending another attack the boy's way.

" So much for your fancy-schmancy schooling! " the second yelled.

" Have you learned not to mouth off yet, you preppie wimp? No? Here, have another lesson! " the third yelled– sending more attacks Deuce's way.

And, you had to give Deuce credit where it was deserved– he was doing an amazing job at holding up against the three without magic.

But he wouldn't be able to last at this rate, you thought bitterly.

Epel grit his teeth as he watched. " Deuce! I can't stand watching this! " he yelled, hands reaching for his hidden pen when Deuce stopped him with wide eyes– desperate as he gazed at the male.

" No! Don't use your magic against them! " he warned, voice shaky as he winced, glancing back at the three adults that seemed to be circling you, Epel, and himself.

It was illegal to use magic against the general public– considered a taboo, especially for students of the prestigious Night Raven College. It would bring shame to the school, and it would be all Deuce's fault.

But the longer the attacks went on– hits and magic itself, Deuce was coming to the quick realization that he couldn't continue to block and dodge– magic seemed like the only way out of this situation.

The leader glared at Deuce. " You're finished now! Try this on for size! " the man yelled, turning his attention to you and Epel– who stood a bit behind Deuce.

Deuce watched with wide eyes as the man sent an attack of magic hurdling your way, the ball of what looked like glitter invaded your vision.

And for a moment– for a split second, it felt like your world stopped as you watched it head towards you– the only destination in mind being you.

Fear welled up inside you as you stumbled back, taking Epel with you.

Suddenly, and to his own surprise– Deuce ran in front of you two. His chest tightened, and what could only be described as butterflies floated around. Deuce knew the feeling all too well– and yet, it had never been so strong.

Spreading his arms out, Deuce anchored himself in front of you and Epel– face hardening as he shut his eyes, waiting for what seemed like the inevitable impact of magic.

And yet, it never came.

You furrowed your brows as you watched the three men bounce back, roughly landing on the floor as sparkles floated into the air before slowly dissipating. " They just...fell back? " you muttered in confusion.

At your words, Deuce slowly cracked his eyes open– watching with confusion as the men lay on the floor. " What just happened? Why did they all fall over? " he asked, voice rushing as he glanced around for the culprit.

Epel blinked owlishly, glancing at the men with furrowed brows before looking at Deuce. " Was that...what I think, it was? " he asked, voice light as a whisper.

Deuce could only sigh in response, blue eyes sweeping the area before they landed on the blastcycle– the thing that landed them in this situation in the first place.

Pursing his lips, he glanced back at you for a moment– eyes roaming your figure.

The man had grabbed you tightly– Deuce only hoped it wouldn't leave marks on you.

" We better get back, the sun is starting to set... " he muttered, walking towards the bike.

A sigh escaped your lips as you glanced at the blue and black blastcycle.

The sun had already begun to set– daylight running out, and you were just now leaving to go back to the school. Ultimately, you had missed rehearsal, and you were sure you would be yelled at for it.

But you couldn't really find it in yourself to care at the moment. You felt dirty– again– and all you wanted to do was soak in a bath, bubbles just about running over the edge of the tub.

Of course, that was wishful thinking on your part.

You lived in Ramshackle, after all.

So with a tired form, you wasted no time in putting on the helmet and sliding behind Deuce– tiredly wrapping your arms around his waist– you watched as Epel slid on behind you.

—

Lavender eyes narrowed themselves as they glared at your form. " You– you think you can just waltz back here? " Vil asked, a sneer in his voice as his eyes glided over all of your forms. " Not only did you skip your rehearsal, but you left campus without permission and got in a fight? " he asked– voice raising, only slightly.

The male was in disbelief– shock, anger, and rage ran through his body. He simply didn't understand what was going through your minds– all of you.

" You're lucky it was written off as self-defense. " he sneered, folding his arms. " But what if you'd gotten barred from competing in the SDC because of it? " he asked, leaning forward slightly.

" Does your irresponsibility know no bounds?! " he exclaimed.

You scoffed, turning your head to glare at the male. " It was self-defense, Vil. Those men– those three adults put their hands on me and Epel. They spouted disgusting words about us– so, I'm sorry that we fought back. I apologize that we didn't want to be manhandled by three strangers that could do god knows what to us. " you sneered.

You chose to ignore the shock that radiated off the boys around you, continuing. " The SDC is important– I understand that. But you push, and push Epel– you need to understand that you're pushing him away. Deuce and I found something that we hoped would calm him down– and, I'll be the first to admit to you that we were negligent in not asking someone for permission to go off campus. " you said, folding your arms.

Because you were– you were being negligent, stupid, not thinking. There was no reason to sugarcoat that you didn't think the action through.

" You can reprimand us for that all you want because I understand that. But I don't believe you have any right to stand there, reprimanding us– least of all me, a fellow Housewarden– for being, what– irresponsible? " you asked, tilting your head as you narrowed your eyes.

" Irresponsible is cursing food and watching as your team members become paralyzed on the floor until the next day. " you spat, watching as Vil narrowed his eyes at you, almost scrutinizing you. " You may push these boys around all you like– but you needn't ever forget they are under your care– under my roof. " you spat.

Vil watched quietly as you unfolded your arms, staring at him. " And you will never forget that in this school I hold just as much power– just as much pride and authority as you do. Do not forget that I am also a Housewarden– all odds against me be damned. " you sneered, watching as silence fell over the area.

Of course, you and everyone else knew that what you were saying wasn't true when it came to power in the school.

Vil was rich– you were not.

He held influence, you didn't.

But you knew Vil well enough to know that he liked to play fair– for the most part, anyway.

You would love to stand there and say that inside the school, outside influence didn't matter– but you would be lying if you said that.

But the bottom line was that you were a Housewarden, even if the title didn't mean much due to your lack of dorm members– you still held the title, and that was more than enough for you to say your peace on.

You didn't hate Vil– but you found him deathly annoying at the moment.

He had a right to be angry, of course, he did. You, Epel, and Deuce skipped practice– you understood that part. You understood that he had a right to be angry at you for skipping, and for leaving the campus without permission.

But you wouldn't let Vil stand there and belittle you.

As you heaved with anger, your fists clenched– Deuce took the opportunity to break the silence, directing Vil's attention onto him as the boy bowed his head in shame. " Vil, I am so sorry! I was the one who took Epel off campus without permission. I accept whatever punishment you deem fit, sir! " he exclaimed, shielding his eyes.

Epel sighed, glancing at Deuce with a frown. " No, I was the one who ran out in the middle of rehearsal...and, I started... " the male paused, recalling your words. " What happened. " he finished, wincing slightly at his choice of words before glancing up at Vil. " This is my fault! "

" And, if I may add one other thing? I learned something today. I finally understand what you mean when you talk about power. " he muttered, missing the way Vil's eyes widened at his statement.

" Deep down, I've always looked down on people who care about being cute or charming. But, you endorsed my hometown's apple juice, and everyone in town is happier for it," he said, tilting his head to the side. " I think your concept of power finally clicked for me. And now, I want to have power like yours, Vil," he admitted.

Vil was silent, glancing between you and Epel before sighing. " Let me tell you something, Epel," he spoke, glancing at the lavender-haired boy.

" I like making people prostrate themselves before me," he said, making your eyes go wide as you blinked owlishly. " There is one form of power that can bring people to their knees, it's more overwhelming than violence; more eloquent than words," he explained.

You watched as the male lolled his head to the side, eyeing Epel with a half-lidded view. " I speak, of course, of beauty. " he hummed. " That is why I devote myself utterly to the art of aesthetics– so that no one can outshine me. So that I can be the fairest in the land," he explained.

" Whether you sharpen that weapon into something useful or let it rust away is up to you. I suggest you remember that," he muttered, eyeing the male before turning to you.

The male took a deep breath in. " You're right, Y/n," he muttered softly, making your eyes go wide. " You're the team's manager, but you're also a fellow Housewarden and I've chosen to neglect that fact," he admitted, glancing away from you for a moment.

" I've no idea what happened while the three of you were off premises– but I'll be taking your word for it that it really was self-defense, seeing as you have no reason to lie to me," he said, folding his arms.

Vil, for as annoying as he found you sometimes– knew you've no reason to lie to him.

You've shown him time and time again that you own up to your mistakes– and so he was deciding to trust you and your words.

The male took a deep breath in, glancing between you and Epel. His eyes swept over your forms, and although he couldn't see anything on either of you– that doesn't mean you weren't affected by what those men did.

Because for everything that Vil, at times– lacked to show– he did care.

And he did understand.

" Are you both alright? " he asked, humming.

Epel blinked owlishly at Vil's change in tone– and the way Vil's eyes seemed to linger on you in particular. " I'm fine– I headbutted them where it hurts. " the boy said, grinning at the memory.

Vil sighed, glancing at Epel cautiously before looking back at you, who sighed in response. " I'm fine– exhausted, sure, but I'll be fine after a shower," you muttered.

You didn't expect Vil to apologize– and, you wouldn't say it was a full apology. He neglected to address everything you pointed out.

But it was an apology– and it was a start.

A small one, you realized– but a start nonetheless.

That didn't mean you would forgive him right away, however– especially since he didn't address everything, and seemed to be beating around the bush instead.

Epel broke the silence as he grinned at Vil, eyes twinkling with vigor. " I'm going to keep getting more powerful. Powerful enough to beat Neige and you! " he exclaimed, making Vil raise a brow.

" At least you're ambitious. " the Housewarden muttered under his breath– listening as Rook broke into a fit of chuckles.

The Vice Housewarden's eyes gleamed as he glanced between you all. " I see the baby birds have learned a valuable lesson. " he pointed out, smiling. " What would you say to letting them off the hook this time, Roi du Poison? " he asked, lolling his head to the side as he glanced at Vil.

The blonde pursed his lips in thought before sighing. " I suppose the point has been made. There's no sense in belaboring it," he admitted, folding his arms as he gazed at Deuce and Epel. " I'm giving you both a second chance. There will not be a third. Is that clear? " he asked sternly, raising a brow at the two.

" Yes, sir! " the two said in sync, smiles on their faces– making Vil narrow his eyes at them.

" Don't take that peppy tone with me. You both clearly have an excess of energy," he muttered, glancing around.

The unspoken words ' Unlike Y/n ' were clear as day in your head, although, that was just yourself talking.

Vil looked back at them. " Your punishment is to run thirty laps around the dorm," he ordered, watching with a sigh as the two began to take off in a burst of excitement and vigor.

Kalim smiled, watching as the boys ran. " It sounds like they got into some trouble, but at least they're feeling better! " he chirped, leaning forward. " They look like they both had a moment of catharsis. " he pointed out.

Jamil sighed, leering at Kalim. " A moment that could have thrown the whole show into jeopardy, you mean. " he pointed out blankly. " What a mess...and to think, Y/n went along with it," he muttered to himself, glancing at you.

The male took a moment to observe your form– which was visibly tired and worn out.

Your hands never seemed to leave your arms as you constantly rubbed at them, eyes permanently downcast with tiredness.

You just seemed...worn.

The male had heard your explanation of course– and your outburst of anger. He couldn't imagine what kind of words the men spoke, but he could think of them– and there was nothing good he could configure in his mind.

Ace sighed, glancing between the two Scarabia students. " No kidding. And Vil ran the rest of us through the wringer while they were out. Have some pity for the rest of us, man. " he muttered in despair, watching as Epel and Deuce made their first lap.

As the two approached, Deuce glanced at Ace– calling out to him. " Oh, by the way, Ace! " he yelled.

The ginger raised a brow, rubbing the back of his neck. " Yeah? You'd better not be expecting an apology. " he sneered.

Deuce furrowed his brows. " Don't put words in my mouth. You were right, okay? I'm not as smart or as slick as you are. But even then... " he trailed before he grinned, eyes glinting. " I'm not letting you outshine me, okay? That's all I wanted to say. Later! " he yelled, grinning with a wave as he made his way to catch up to Epel.

Ace blinked owlishly, letting the words register in his head. " Wait, what? Did he just declare war on me? Is he nuts? That knucklehead wouldn't outshine me in a million years. " he said, disbelief evident in his voice as he turned his head in your direction.

" Y/n, Grim– you two agree, right? " he asked, almost desperate.

The cat demon stared blankly at the boy, folding his fuzzy arms together as his tail lashed behind him. " From where I'm standin', any competition between you two is a race to the bottom," he said, grinning as he watched Ace's eyes widen.

" Huh?! What was that, you little furball?! " Ace yelled, leaning down with narrowed eyes as he glared at Grim– who only snickered in response.

You released a small sigh, averting your eyes from the scene and staring up at the sky.

The entire situation ended as best as it possibly could– no one seemed truly mad, and you got an apology out of it all.

It was the best it could be.

So, pray tell– why didn't you feel satisfied by it?

—

You glanced around the ballroom, eyeing the light that seeped through the windows as you listened to Vil, who clapped his hands in order to gain everyone's attention.

" We're down to one week until the Song and Dance Championship," he announced, causing you to turn your head. " Starting today, we'll be doing rehearsals in full costume," he said, making you furrow your brows.

Ace raised a brow, hand resting on his hip as he cocked his head at Vil. " You mean in our school uniforms? " he asked, unamused.

At that, you paused.

The idea of performing in your school uniform– while you understood it to some extent, didn't seem very appealing to see on stage.

You would think that for such a large event, costumes would be normal.

Rook smiled, green eyes narrowing in on Ace. " Non– this year, things will be a little bit different, courtesy of the SDC's newest sponsors," he explained, making the Heartslabyul student blink owlishly in confusion.

" New sponsors? Do we know who they are? " Jamil asked curiously, folding his arms.

Vil let out a huff. " I believe it was the Al-Asim's this year? In fact, I think the Al-Amins are partnering with them this year for the SDC," he said, causing your eyes to go wide at the new bundle of information.

The Asim's and Amin's? You suppose it makes sense– both boys go to schools attending the SDC, and Kalim was on the team for Night Raven. Albeit, you weren't quite sure about Jasir performing.

Everyone glanced at Kalim and Jamil– both of whom seemed to be rather surprised at the information.

" My parents are sponsoring the SDC? " Kalim asked, furrowing his brows in confusion. " And Al-Am and Al-Ameh? " he asked, scrunching his face up.

Jamil furrowed his brows. " Both of them? I suppose it makes sense, but still... " he muttered, glancing away.

Deuce blinked. " So, what's gonna be different this year? " he asked curiously, leaning in.

Rook smiled, glancing at Deuce. " The uniforms will be, relatively– the same except for a few alterations for a more vibrant experience for the audience members. After all, we are representing Night Raven College when we take the stage, " he explained, making the boy hum.

Vil nodded, glancing at Rook for a moment. " That, and school uniforms are ideal attire for a boy band that projects a youthful image," he explained. " Naturally, these are specially tailored uniforms that stretch to accommodate dance moves. You can thank the head mage for having them made. "

" Oh, think nothing of it. It's a small price to pay for massive school publicity– " the male, who came out of nowhere– coughed into his hand as he corrected himself. " I mean, you boys deserve the freedom to dance to your fullest! " he chirped, tilting his head.

Kalim sighed, glancing at the outfit he wore. " I would've liked costumes with a little more razzle-dazzle, personally," he muttered, flexing his arms as he glanced at the fabric in his hold.

From beside him, Jamil sighed, glancing at the male. " It's not our call to make– your parents had the final say in these costumes, anyway," he muttered, glancing away.

Vil sighed, clapping his hands together– the noise echoing from within the room. " Enough chitchat. We're going to do the full song from top to bottom," he announced, watching as everyone voiced their agreement– albeit, it's not like they could say no.

" So, quickly, go change," he ordered, watching as the boys ran out of the room. You watched as they came back in, outfits seemingly the same except for a few small changes.

Primarily, the longer tail coats and the way that each outfit was adorned with a large, gem-like brooch that color-matched their respective dorms.

You hummed, quickly grabbing the phone that was going to be playing the music today– Rooks, you noted from the purple phone case.

Slowly, the music began to start and you watched as the boys began to dance.

Compared to the first time they danced all together– they were much better now. Their voices blended, and their moves were balanced– it was starting to look like a well-built team.

It was starting to seem like you could win this.

As the boys slowly came to a stop, their chests heaving– Crowley looked at them all with wide eyes, clasping his hands together in joy. " Oh...Marvelous! Simply marvelous! " he exclaimed. " You're all in such perfect sync! " he chirped with a grin.

And, you had to agree.

They were in sync– as much as humans could be, anyway.

" I knew I made the right call putting Schoenheit in charge of production. An ultra-trendy song, sharp dance moves, incredible singing, and highly thematic lyrics..." the male trailed, nodding his head at his own words. " I give it top marks across the board! "

At the masked man's words, Vil smiled– albeit, it came off more like a smirk than anything. " But of course. What do you take me for? " he asked, raising a brow, almost offended.

The man smiled– not strained, yet not entirely real. " What I've always taken you for. A leading global talent– no, correction– the Housewarden of Pomefiore, our campus' most historic and beautiful dorm. " he said, spreading his arms out in a dramatic fashion.

" The SDC is a musical recital. We won't know what songs the other schools have chosen until the day of...nor will we know who their Vocal Coach is until they're announced," he explained, golden eyes sweeping your form for a moment before he cleared his throat. " But, you have a level of polish that makes you worthy of being called top contenders. "

The head mage placed his hands on his hips, bowing his head as he leered at you all from under his lashes– his eyes seeming to glow. " Schoenheit. NRC. Defeat Royal Sword Academy and prove your beauty to the world! " he exclaimed, an ever-growing smirk on his face as he watched the boys vocally agree with him.

As you watched, however, you couldn't help but feel unsettled by it all.

Rivalry in schools was normal– fun, even, if done right.

But this just felt extreme– while seemingly fun for a good portion of students, and taken more seriously by others– Crowley's obsession with beating Royal Sword was very much real.

It wasn't just fun– it wasn't something that he did just because– he took it seriously.

And you wanted to know why.

Kalim blinked owlishly as he watched the man, smiling as he leaned towards Jamil– whispering, although you could hear it. " The head mage seems very...enthusiastic about this whole thing, don't you think? " he asked curiously.

Jamil frowned, glancing at Kalim for a moment before sighing. " Knowing him, he probably thinks it would be a huge publicity boost if we won," he muttered back, watching as Kalim's eyes went wide with realization.

Crowley hummed to himself for a moment before snapping his fingers. " Oh, yes– I have something for you all," he muttered, and you watched as the man dug around in his coat pocket for a moment before he pulled out a handful of tickets.

You studied them for a moment. They were matte-black with shiny, gold lettering imprinted on them.

They were SDC tickets, you realized rather quickly. " Song and Dance Championship affiliate tickets? " you asked curiously, watching as Crowley passed them around to the group– gently, you took yours and studied them for a moment.

Crowley nodded. " Tickets to the SDC remain hot commodities every year. I've used our status as the host school to reserve a small handful of affiliate seats. You can give them to your friends and family. " he explained, making you frown.

You were choosing to ignore how the majority of your friends already were going to the SDC.

And, also how you had no family.

Kalim beamed, holding his tickets in hand. " Oh, thanks, Headmage! " he chirped, glancing down at the tickets in his hold. " My Mom and Dad said they'd rented out a few movie theaters for the event back home. They'll be holding a live viewing with all the household staff and family," he explained, chuckling sheepishly as he tilted his head.

You blinked owlishly at the boy's words.

It wasn't very often you forgot that Kalim was an Heir– but, when you did, and he spouted things such as that– it hit you like a train.

Jamil stared at Kalim for a moment, contemplating his words before he sighed. " My little sister said she'd be visiting for the culture fair. I suppose I could give her one," he muttered. " Though, it does make me a tad nervous knowing family will be watching. "

You hummed, looking at Jamil. " Your sister? Najma, right? " you asked, watching as Jamil paused– staring at you with wide eyes.

He's never mentioned his sister to you, of all people– especially not by name.

So, how the hell did you know that?

" You...know, my sister? " he asked cautiously, furrowing his brows in confusion.

You pursed your lips at the question. " Well, I know of her. I ran into her during the Spelldrive Tournament while I was trying to find Grim," you explained before pausing. " Actually, I met a lot of family members at the tournament," you admitted, furrowing your brows.

Vil paused, contemplating your words before his eyes went wide. " You were the girl my Father ran into? " he asked, almost incredulously.

You hummed in confirmation. " He was quite kind– although, he did ask me if I was a fan of yours at first," you muttered, remembering the memory.

Kalim laughed at your words, ruby-red eyes twinkling as he grinned behind his hands. " That's also how you met Jasir, right? " he asked, leaning forward as he watched you nod.

" Yes– actually, I think the only family members of the people in this room I haven't met are Rook and Epels," you said, glancing at the two Pomefiore students.

The two in question smiled– one happily, one strained.

Epel glanced away from you for a moment, pursing his lips.

Crowley watched the scene with narrowed eyes before he coughed, gathering everyone's attention once more. " And on that note, don't let me keep interrupting your practice. I'll be taking my leave now. Break a leg, everybody. " he wished, pursing his lips as he disappeared.

Vil stared at the spot Crowley was once in before he sighed, clapping his hands as he glanced back at the group. " All right, boys, back to practice," he announced.

You watched as all the boys began to go back to prepping themselves.

Grim watched carefully, cerulean eyes narrowing as his tail swished behind him. " Lookin' at these guys now, it's like all the struggles we saw at first never even happened. " he pointed out, glancing up at you for a moment.

You hummed, peering at Grim. " We may actually win this," you muttered.

You say that, despite the pit in your stomach.

—

Outside your window night had descended, the stars and moon twinkling together as the light of the night shined through your window.

You paused briefly, glancing at the large mirror that hung up on the wall.

It wasn't shining– it wasn't glowing, it wasn't talking.

Tonight, you were truly alone.

The idea probably should have brought you comfort– because finally, you were alone.

After having been bothered and nagged, after having lived with boys for weeks on end, you were finally alone.

But it didn't.

You paused, eyes going wide as a firefly flew in front of your face– the green bug dancing in your vision as it carefully drifted back to the window– which was left slightly ajar, making the curtains sway.

You furrowed your brows as you watched it fly out, and a single glance out the window let you confirm your thoughts.

" Malleus... " you muttered, watching his figure for a moment before you stood up. Quickly, you grabbed something off your table and quickly walked out the door– making sure to keep it shut, if just to keep Grim's snoring muffled for everyone else.

As you opened the front door, you scrunched your face up as the cold wind whipped past you– snow dancing in front of you, swirling in the air as it landed on the ground.

The snow crunched under your feet as you walked towards the Housewarden, the tickets in your hand being gripped tightly in case they flew away.

" Hello, Malleus," you spoke, watching as the male paused before he turned around– his green eyes roaming your figure for a moment.

" Greetings, Y/n. It's been some time. I trust all is well? " he asked, an endearing tone in his voice as he glanced at you from the side, a small smile placed on his lips.

You pursed your lips at the question, thinking about it before you sighed, glancing at the horned male. " Everything is...fine," you muttered, eyeing the snow for a moment.

Malleus exhaled, green eyes watching as white escaped into the air with his breath. " I'm glad to hear it. It's good to see you again," he noted, watching your expression carefully.

Slowly, your grip on the tickets tightened just a bit– perhaps out of nervousness.

Recalling Lilia's words the last time you saw him, you remembered the short and sweet card Malleus had gifted you– albeit, through Lilia.

About how if any events were to be coming up, it would be great if you considered inviting Malleus.

" Your card– it was nice. I liked it, thank you, Malleus. " you thanked, a small smile on your lips as you watched the male's eyes widen at your words.

The male blinked owlishly, lips parted at your thanks before he chuckled. " That's right, I did give a card to Lilia. I never received a reply, though," he said, folding his arms.

You frowned, glancing away for a moment. " Yes– I apologize for that. My life has been...rather hectic lately, and truth be told I've never gotten a card before," you explained– but the words left a rather bitter feeling on your lips.

You felt as though you were making meaningless excuses.

And you don't believe Malleus deserved meaningless excuses, especially not because of your negligence.

Malleus' eyes widen at your words as you continue. " And so, in order to make up for a lack of card– I'd like to gift you something in return. These are tickets to the upcoming SDC– you can bring anyone with you," you explained, gently handing the male the gifts.

You weren't quite sure if he would even want to go, but in the moment you could only hope that the thought counted for something.

Anything.

Malleus gently took them from your hands, green eyes staring at them with furrowed brows. " These...are tickets to the show they're putting on at this year's culture fair? " he asked, glancing back at you.

" Are you...actually inviting me? " he asked– voice light as a whisper– almost shaky.

You smiled gently, nodding your head as you watched the male stare at the matte black tickets, his gloved hand tightening around them for a moment before a chuckle escaped his lips, his lips curling.

" You truly have no fear, do you? " he asked, smiling at you, his eyes swimming with amusement. " Very well. I shall accept your gracious invitation," he muttered, nodding himself as he paused for a moment before glancing at you, his green eyes leering at your form from beneath his lashes.

" Will you be in it? " he asked, eyes never leaving your face.

You paused at the question–  it caught you off guard, you would admit, but shook your head. " No– I'm the team's Manager...and, Vocal Coach," you confessed, grimacing at the label that was bestowed upon you.

Malleus hummed at your answer. " The Manager? A pity," he said, pursing his lips as he held back a scoff. " But Schoenheit and Asim will be in it? That should be quite the spectacle– as well as Viper, no? " he asked, almost playfully.

You hummed, nodding your head. " They're quite the act to see," you whispered, relishing the quiet for a moment before you glanced at Malleus curiously. " Malleus, may I ask you a question? "

The male paused, blinking owlishly at you. " I see no reason why you can't. " he smiled.

You nodded your head, eyes narrowing in on the large, black, twisting horns that rested atop his head. " You're a Dragon Fae, yes? " you asked, watching as Malleus silently nodded his head.

You knew he was, of course, the male had told you that when you, him, Lilia, and Silver all got together.

But, you still liked to ask.

Perhaps it was because his confirmation made it all the more real to you, that Dragon Fae really did exist.

Satisfied with the answer, you smiled. " Do you happen to have any...other, dragon-like features? " you asked, eyeing the horns once more.

The male paused, blinking owlishly at you before he raised a brow. " I do...why so curious, Night Wife? " he asked, almost teasingly.

You chuckled lightly, watching as your breath turned white from the cold. 

The nickname again, you mused in your head. Truly, you felt you only had yourself to blame for the joke.

" It just... intrigues me, I suppose. So, do you? Have any other features I mean. " you asked, turning your head to gaze at him.

Malleus paused, contemplating his options before stiffly nodding his head, avoiding your gaze for the moment. " I do. A tail...along with some scales," he confessed, waiting for your reaction.

Would it be terror?

Horror?

Would you now be afraid of him, avoiding him at all costs?

Due to your silence, Malleus only feared the worst– before you let out an awe-filled sigh, gazing at him with wide eyes– ones that seemed full of wonder and curiosity. " A tail? " you asked, almost breathless.

" Do you hide it? " you asked, glancing behind the man– only to be met with the common sight of no dragon tail.

Malleus stiffly nodded his head, pressing his lips into a line. " Humans...such fragile creatures seem intimidated by such a thing– as all creatures are with things they do not understand. I hide it, rather," he explained, frowning.

You paused at his explanation.

He hides his tail– a part of him, to seem less intimidating. It was such a sad thing to hear, you thought.

As silence enveloped the two of you, you broke it once more. " May I see it? " you asked, lolling your head to the side as you gazed at him.

Malleus blinked at you, soaking in your words.

You wanted to see it?

You, the human that seemed to know no fear– you, the girl who seemed to enjoy his presence, and him yours.

You wanted to see the part of him he hid?

Upon seeing his hesitance, you quickly took back your words with a grimace. " You don't have to if you feel uncomfortable with it, Malleus. I was just curious– " you say, words rushed as they spewed out of your mouth before your eyes went wide.

You watched with unconcealed awe as glitter– or, it seemed like glitter– enveloped Malleus, and slowly but surely past all of it– a tail was shown.

Once the glitter faded away, what was left in its wake was a sight to see.

Black in color, it seemed to shine under the moon's gaze– every time it swayed lightly it shimmered and shined. Black, sharp points decorated the edge of it, and the way it moved reminded you faintly of a snake.

Malleus stayed silent as he watched you marvel at it– failing to hide your surprise and curiosity.

He half expected you to look at it with disgust, asking him to conceal it once more– or, perhaps you would never want to see him after this exchange.

But you did neither.

You gazed at his tail with a soft smile, fingers flexing as you watched it move. " You know, I always thought dragons as a child were beautiful creatures... " you confessed, Malleus' face failing to hide his surprise at your words.

" Free to be as wild as they pleased, and yet they did it as fiercely and elegantly as ever. Intimidating and Beautiful, equally," you whispered, looking at Malleus.

" I don't want you to feel as if you have to hide a part yourself from me, Malleus," you whispered, a bitter-sweet smile on your lips.

Malleus was silent for a moment before a smile spread across his lips as he nodded to your words. " Then, the next time we shall meet– I will forgo the magic. I shall show you my true self," he confirmed, green eyes twinkling in the light that the fireflies provided the two of you.

And for a moment all there was the two of you. A calming silence that washed over you both like a blanket, letting you bask in it.

The male paused for a moment, gazing at the moon before he turned to you. " You should head inside now, Y/n. Lest you get a cold. " he offered, glancing back at Ramshackle.

You let out a sigh, turning towards the male with a smile. " Thank you for everything, Malleus," you spoke, pausing as you glanced away for a minute. " I expect to see you at the SDC," you said, smiling as you turned around– walking back to Ramshackle.

Malleus waited, watching as you closed the door to the dorm before he sighed– looking up at the moon for a final time before disappearing in a force of fireflies.

He needed to get you a gift– give you a gift.

To show his gratitude.

And he had the perfect one in mind.

—

You groggily opened your eyes, turning your head ever so slightly as you watched light seep in through the windows.

That was right– it was the start of the SDC.

The idea put a knot in your stomach– because it was finally here. The thing the boys had worked so hard for– and, arguably suffered for– was here.

While excitement filled you, so did anxiousness. You didn't really know what to expect– something like the Spelldrive Tournament?

Who, besides Neige– would be participating in the SDC?

Familiar faces? New ones? You weren't quite sure, but you still wanted to know.

You blinked owlishly, turning your head as you heard a knock on your door. Furrowing your brows, you quickly threw the covers off your form and slid off the bed– quickly glancing back at Grim who stirred in his sleep.

Quietly you opened the door, peering through the crack.

Standing there with a slouched form was Epel, his eyes anywhere but the door– that was, until he saw you. You watched as his form straightened with surprise, nervousness sweeping through his body as he observed you for a minute, cheeks slowly heating up with embarrassment.

" Good morning, Y/n– uh, Grim," he called, peering past you for a moment as he bowed his head bashfully. " Are you up? " he asked before his eyes went wide. " Well, of course, you're up– you're answering the door right now! " he muttered to himself, glancing away from you.

You sighed, taking a moment to wake yourself up before you smiled at the boy. " Good morning, Epel. Today is the Song and Dance Championship– are you excited? " you asked, turning your head as you watched Grim slowly wake up– rubbing his eyes as he yawned rather obnoxiously.

Epel paused at your words, considering them for a moment.

Was he excited?

Previously he would have said no– no way in hell was he excited to do something like this.

But now, after his realization and acceptance– he would say with pride that he was. He was excited to prove himself to Vil– and to beat Neige in the process.

Smiling nervously, Epel chuckled. " And nervous, I guess... " he muttered bashfully, avoiding your gaze before Grim approached.

Upon seeing the Pomefiore student, Grim's eyes seemed to widen with delight as he grinned childishly– tail swaying back and forth behind him. " Hey, Epel! Today's the big day! You'd better take home the gold, okay?! My tuna bonanza is ridin' on it! " he exclaimed, narrowing his eyes at the boy– placing his hands on his hips.

Epel laughed nervously under Grim's rather intense gaze– he knew there was nothing to be intimidated by when it came to the demon cat, but Grim was still rather pushy all the same.

" Absolutely! I'm ready to win this thing. " he agreed, nodding his head before pausing. " But, it's kinda...sad, to think this will be the last day of our training camp," he muttered before glancing at you.

A smile curled onto his lips as he gazed at you. " Thank you for accommodating us this long, Y/n. I know it may not have been easy– and, I definitely didn't make it any easier... " he muttered as his voice trailed before he sighed. " But still– after everything that's happened, you stuck with us. "

The boy tilted his head to the side, grinning boyishly. " And I don't think we could have had a better manager," he confessed, ignoring the red hue that adorned his cheeks at the moment.

You blinked owlishly, staring at Epel in silence for a moment before a smile stretched across your lips.

It wasn't conservative, it wasn't fake– it was a real, genuine smile.

You wouldn't stand there and lie to yourself about the situation being ideal– it wasn't. Especially not with how Vil acted.

But you would also be lying if you said it was all terrible. Because it wasn't, and despite all the drama– there were some genuine, memorable, and sweet moments for you to look back on.

" And I wouldn't have had any other team, Epel," you confessed, humming with a smile as you glanced away before pursing your lips in realization. " We should probably head downstairs," you muttered, glancing at the boy.

His blue eyes went wide as he hurriedly turned away from you. " Oh! That's right, you uhm– may want to get fully dressed, however. I think Vil would just scold you if you went down like that. " he mumbled, pointing at your form.

You hummed in agreement. " Then, I'll be down in a moment," you muttered, hurriedly walking back into your room and closing the door.

As you heard Epel walk away you released a sigh, glancing at your closet of clothes and small– very small, you may add– vanity.

All gifts of Crewel you remembered.

With no hesitance you quickly picked out your outfit– dark purple in color, you realized.

Soon, you were making your way down the stairs. Your grip on the banister tightened as you watched Kalim and Jamil turn to you, watching as you came down.

The heir smiled at you brightly, his eyes sweeping over your set of clothes. Rarely did he ever see you in clothes that weren't the school uniform– the only exception having been your traditional Scalding Sands wear from before.

He quite liked seeing you in normal clothes.

" Morning, Y/n! " he chirped before his eyes glanced at the other two that happened to accompany you. " Epel, Grim! Did you sleep well? " he asked, red eyes connecting with yours for a moment.

You hummed. " Quite well, I would say. " you agreed quietly, glancing at Jamil for a second.

You kept the meeting with Malleus to yourself, it was nobody's business but yours and his, anyway.

Kalim grinned. " That's good! I didn't, I was too excited," he confessed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced away. " Jamil even yelled at me to go to sleep! " he laughed.

From beside him, Jamil sighed. The male's arms were folded as he leered at Kalim from under his lashes, strands of hair hanging in front of his face. " Seriously. You're not a child on a field trip. " he sneered, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at how childish the heir could be.

How he's put up with him so long, Jamil has no clue.

" Bonjour! Good morning to you all. I hope the day finds you well. " Rook chirped as he walked over, green eyes turned upward as they glanced over your group. " Vil has some words for everyone before the show. Would you mind coming to the lounge? " he asked, tilting his head to the side before he twirled– his form already walking away.

You blinked owlishly but complied nonetheless as you all made your way into the lounge.

Upon entering, you could already see Vil standing there– arms folded and an expression of impatience on his face. " I see everyone's here," he muttered, nodding his head– satisfied.

" The time will be 3 P.M. The place will be the Purple Stage set up in the coliseum," he announced, cutting straight to the chase. " Then and there, the Song and Dance Championship will finally kick off. "

Vil paused, thinking about his words. " The competition will be streamed live– worldwide. This is our moment to reap the beauteous seeds we've sown and take the entire world by storm! " he exclaimed, raising his chin as he leered at you all– his lavender eyes felt like they were seeing right through you.

" I trust all of you are ready? " he asked, a smirk rising to his lips as the voices of the boys rang through the walls of Ramshackle.

You could only let out a small exhale at the noise.

There was so much riding on this competition– money, dare you say even your pride.

You couldn't afford to lose this– you've put too much time, too much effort– too much of yourself– into this for it all to go to waste.

Vil nodded. " Rehearsals start at noon. I expect each of you to be ready to take the stage before then," he announced, voice stern. There wasn't a hint of nervousness on Vil's face, or in his posture– and yet you knew he was.

He had to be.

Grim huffed as he crossed his arms– almost pouting as he looked away. " It's killin' me that all we can do is watch," he confessed, making you hum in silent agreement.

Your job as Manager– and, subsequently, the Vocal Coach– was almost done.

You weren't quite sure there was anything else for you to do.

" Correct– Y/n and you will be of no use simply lurking around and twiddling your thumbs. Your fidgeting will only distract us. Go see the sights at the festival instead. " he suggested before pausing, raising a brow as he looked directly at you.

" Actually– that reminds me. Y/n, before you do anything, you must go see the staff members of the SDC for your Manager pass. There, they'll announce each team's manager and will further instruct you on what to do in the meantime. It's important you do this– if our Manager isn't fully listed, we won't be able to compete. " he explained, insisting.

You hummed– letting Vil know you heard him.

Vil furrowed his brows at your lack of words– faintly annoyed. " I'll give you a staff pass to get in– wear it when you go," he instructed before sighing, narrowing his eyes at you. " But, I expect you to be present for rehearsal in the coliseum at noon. Is that clear? " he asked, a slight hiss in his voice as he asked you.

You paused, sighing. " Understood. " you sneered.

Vil was rather wound up– you could tell that much, and he had every reason to be.

But it was still rather annoying.

Ace frowned, throwing his head back. " Aw, maaan. I wanna check out the festival! " he whined, almost like a child.

Kalim nodded his head. " Me too! "

" Out of the question for you! " Vil quickly snapped, glaring at the two. " Have you been listening to a word I've said? The festival lasts for two days, so you'll have your chance to cavort on day two. Today, you will focus strictly on the SDC show. " he sneered, letting out a large– exasperated sounding sigh.

" Now, let's start our final checks! " he announced– and you could hear a collective sigh come from the group.

—

You glanced around curiously, twirling the pass that hung around your neck in your hands. People walked past you swiftly, talking and yelling at one another from near and far.

So this was where you needed to be, you mused silently– eyes scanning the area in silence.

" You! What are you doing back here?! " A frantic voice yelled, causing you to pause as you turned around. Behind you was a clearly frantic woman, her eyes narrowing at you.

You blinked owlishly, grip on the lanyard that hung around your neck tightening ever so slightly. " I'm...here to check in as a Manager," you explained, watching as the tension left her body at your words.

The woman sighed in relief. " Oh– that's good. I thought you were a total stranger, maybe a wild fan," she muttered, scratching her cheek. " So, who're you checking in as team-wise? " she asked, tilting her head to the side as her eyes darted around her clipboard.

You hummed. " Night Raven College," you muttered, watching as the woman's eyes went wide.

She leaned forward, examining you with disbelief. " Night Raven College?! " she exclaimed, drawing attention to your conversation, making you frown.

You raised a brow at her. " Is that so surprising? They're the hosts, are they not? Surely you would have known they would be competing. " you hissed, lightly aggravated.

There was no reason to be making such a fuss over it.

The women blinked. " No– it's not that. It's just...the majority of the Managers have been men. So, for a woman to be the Manager for an all-boys school is kinda surprising. " she admitted lightly before sighing. " Uh– but anyway! I'll get you signed in...and here is your Manager pass," she said, handing you a lanyard.

As you examined it in your hand, you noticed it looked the exact same as the one you currently held– the only difference being what was written on it.

" I'll need a name to sign you in under– and, we'll be announcing the Managers on Magicam through a photo soon, so if you could stay until then," she asked, smiling awkwardly.

You hummed. " Y/n L/n– and– "You paused, looking around the area as you raised a brow. " Where should I be headed until then? " you asked, almost cautiously.

The woman smiled, quickly writing your name down. " Uh– there's gonna be a door that way labeled 'Managers Room', that's where the rest of the managers are right now. It has snacks and drinks inside, and a T.V., so you'll be pretty much set until we take the photo! " she chirped as she pointed in the direction of the room.

You hummed in appreciation, giving the woman a small smile. " Well– thank you," you muttered, walking away as you placed the lanyard around your neck– the badge covering the Staff Member one you already wore.

Soon enough you found yourself glancing at the door, eyeing the label upon it before you glanced down wearily at the door-knob.

You just wanted to see the festival, you thought bitterly as you opened the door.

The room was rather plain, with gray walls and a white floor. The only eye-catching things were the large, dark purple sofa and colorful snack table– with pitchers of what you believed was lemonade.

The people in it were nothing much, either– and that wasn't you being rude– they just didn't stand out to you. Either dressed in neutral-toned suits or staff clothes, they all looked rather dull compared to the bright colors of the snack table, you mused.

" Oh! You're Y/n L/n! " a voice chirped– a new voice– one unfamiliar to you.

You paused, furrowing your brows as you glanced around the room to look for whoever had the gull to call out for you– whoever even knew your name.

Upon turning around your eyes landed on the only two people that stood out in the room of gray.

The contrast of the two was amusing– their expressions didn't seem to help.

The one that called out to you was tall, his skin tan and decorated with freckles. His bright, sea-green eyes trailed over your form in excitement, and his shoulder-length, pinned-back red hair swayed as he tilted his head at you– showing off his pearly whites.

He was very pretty, you noted before your eyes switched to the male next to him.

The male was shorter in contrast to the red-haired boy next to him, his off-white hair short and– in your opinion– choppy. But, it seemed to suit his face well enough. Tiredly did his gray eyes look at you, and you noticed how his lips were pressed into a firm line– expression unamused at the loudness of the boy next to him.

They seemed like quite the characters, you noted as you quietly walked over.

You raised a brow, glancing at the red-haired one. " I am– how do you know that, exactly? " you asked curiously, glancing at the snack table.

The red-haired male smiled. " Oh! Well, Jasir told me. " he quickly quipped, watching as your eyes went wide. " That and the fact that Neige won't stop talking about you– well, I guess gushing is the right word... " he muttered to himself, voice trailing in thought.

You furrowed your brows as you listened to him. " Neige? And, you know Jasir? " you asked, watching as the male quickly shifted gears– grinning at you from ear to ear, he playfully bowed his head– red hair forming a curtain in front of his face.

" Yep! I'm friends with Jasir, kinda comes with going to school with him. " he snickered, making you blink owlishly.

At your silence, the male paused, confused.

The male beside him sighed, blankly staring at the male. " You haven't introduced yourself. " he plainly stated, eyes roaming your form for a minute.

You swear you could almost see disgust running through his eyes.

The sea-green-eyed boy laughed bashfully, rubbing his head. " Oh! Is that it? " he asked you, chuckling. " I'm Rielè Seaver, at your service! " he chirped, tilting his head at you with a grin.

You paused, running the name through your head before your eyes widened at the familiarity of it. " As in, Prince Rielè? " you asked, watching as the male pursed his lips.

" Uh– yeah. I guess, but just Rielè is fine! No need to make a big fuss of it. " he muttered, smiling– albeit, it was rather easy to tell how strained it was compared to his other ones.

It was duly noted not to refer to his heir status, you realized quickly before your eyes shifted to the other male. " And– you are? "

The male released a sigh– doing his best to seem courteous to many, but you could easily tell how fed-up he was.

He didn't want to be here, you quickly realized– and that was clear as day from his expression alone.

" Rollo Flamme– representative of Noble Bell College," he said, voice monotone as he bowed his head for a moment, glancing at you with furrowed brows.

As Rollo spoke, Rielè's eyes quickly went wide. " Oh– and, uh, I'm the one for Royal Sword! " he quickly chirped, his words coming out rushed and slightly jumbled.

You hummed, letting a small smile onto your lips at that. Rielè seemed rather endearing, you noticed– so you could only wonder what made the Twins and Azul dislike him so much.

" Well, it's nice to meet you both. I suppose you already know my name, so there's no need for a second introduction," you said, glancing away.

Rollo nodded his head, leering at you– although, it seemed rather unintentional for the moment. " Forgive me for the question, Miss Y/n– but...do you attend, Night Raven? " he asked, curiosity seeping through his words.

You paused before slowly nodding your head, watching as Rollo's eyes widen. His face twisted for a moment as he chose his words carefully. " I...see. Then, you must have an excellent grip on magic if you, a female, were to get into an all-male school. " he praised– and yet, there was bitterness hanging onto his words.

" Oh– no. I'm magicless. My circumstances for being in Night Raven are...rather intricate. " you quickly corrected.

Rollo's eyes went wide, his lips parting in shock as he let your words sink in for a moment.

You? Magicless? And attending Night Raven?

He couldn't believe it– and before he could even utter a word, Rielè interrupted.

" Oh hey, Neige! Over here! " he yelled, making you wince. The red-haired boy waved his arm in the air, causing Rollo to subtly glare for interrupting him.

At the familiar name, your eyes went wide, and you watched as the famed male headed your way.

Skin pale as snow, hair dark as ebony– and this time, his lips painted a gorgeous red– was Neige LeBlanche, walking your way.

His mere presence seemed to captivate the entire room as conversations stilled in order to gaze at him– not that he seemed to pay any attention to any of it.

The male smiled gently as he approached, large doe eyes widening ever so slightly at the sight of you before he glanced at Rielè, who curiously quirked a brow at the male. " What are you doing in here, Neige? Aren't you supposed to be practicing with the rest of the group? " he asked, folding his arms.

At the question you hummed.

Rielè was right– Vil was currently working the boys to the bone– even more so since the SDC was today.

And yet here Neige was, walking around?

The boy chuckled lightly. " Well– there's no point in stressing about the SDC, right? It's all for fun– so I decided to let the group walk around for a little while before we start practice. " he gently informed.

You couldn't help but frown at the response– to see him act so carefree about the entire ordeal was a stark contrast to the panic and pressure your own group was feeling.

Quickly, the male turned his attention to you– and his smile grew even wider if that were possible.

" And you're Y/n L/n– it's so great to finally meet you. I love your Magicam posts– as soon as I saw you followed me I just had to follow you back. " he expressed his joy, words light as a feather and yet seemed to come rushing out.

The male took a moment to look at your appearance. " You're so pretty in real life. Oh my, you look just like a real Princess! " he gushed, cheeks flushed softly. His words held no malice– and maybe that's what confused you the most about this situation.

That Neige was actually, genuinely being kind to you.

Tilting your head to the side you smiled– internally, you couldn't wait to tell Cater about this. " You look even better in real life too, Neige," you confirmed, watching as the male laughed.

" Please– I can't wait to see your team perform. Vil is in it, right? With him, I'm sure you guys will do amazingly! I'll be cheering for you. " he admitted– almost bashfully as he bowed his head.

You blinked owlishly at the boy's sweet words.

This was who Vil oh so heavily disliked? To each their own.

Just as you were about to respond, the woman you had met earlier walked into the room– a smile on her face. " Alright, Managers! It's time for the photo to let the public know who is Managing each team, and then you all are free to go. " she mused aloud, glancing at her board.

Quickly you were shoved into position. Standing behind you was Rielè, and next to you was Rollo.

Neige blinked, smiling politely at the women. " Uhm, should I move out of the way? " he asked cautiously, glancing behind him.

The woman hummed for a moment, studying him before shaking her head. " No, you're already here, Mr. LeBlanche– so, if you want to you can join in," she said, waving her hand around flippantly.

Neige blinked before smiling. " Alright, then. Y/n, do you mind if I stand next to you? " he asked, voice light and shy.

You hummed, shaking your head as you made room for Neige. As the male found his place next to you, you noticed how he seemed to constantly be staring at you.

" Say cheese! " the woman yelled, camera in hand.

And as you glanced back at the camera, smiling softly as the flash went off– there was only one thing on your mind.

Vil was going to hate this.

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BONUS:

Malleus glanced at the glass case, the flower inside it perpetually hanging from the top of it– its white petals forced to stay open, and yet it was a beautiful sight.

Its beauty was preserved for years to come– until Malleus had found the right reason to take it out of the glass case.

Gently, Malleus pried open the door, reaching a hand in to touch one of the petals.

He slowly picked the flower up, examining it but never taking it out of its glass cage.

It needed to remain perfect.

It needed to stay perfect for you.

Gently the male took it out, careful not to hurt any of its petals. He seemed to look down at it with adoration swimming in his eyes, a smile slowly curling up onto his lips.

Yes, the flower would do nicely.

AUTHORS NOTE 

Hi, welcome back to hell <3

Can you believe we're almost to Ignihyde??? I can't, I don't want to LMFAOO.

I'm not ready to deal with that and I know none of you will be either </3

So starting off kinda strong: let it be known MC is and was affected by the three men. There is some underlying trauma that will, sadly, come with that. This isn't her first rodeo. She's not necessarily desensitized to it, but with so much going on around her, she doesn't have the time to properly contemplate what happened.

Vil's " apology "....yeah it wasn't an apology and it was never intended to be LMFAO. Vil gave a very half-assed apology to MC, one she did not accept. At all. She realizes it was half-assed because it was.

This isn't to say Vil doesn't care– because he does– but that doesn't mean his " apology " was right. His remorse for MC's situation that happened off campus doesn't equate to his apology for " neglecting to see her as a Housewarden. "

The two don't tie together.

Vil sees MC's situation in a very different light– and, while still important to note that leading up to an OB, the boy's minds are slightly clouded– they still have control over their actions. Vil chose to curse the food and chose to belittle MC by calling her " Manager " instead of her name.

Vil, like all the other boys, is a very complicated character. But the difference is that MC, for all it's worth, is simply collateral damage here. His intentions were never to target her in any way, shape, or form.

The problems he's causing for her were never intended to be intentional, and he can't really try to see it that way because all he can currently think about is the SDC and beating Neige.

His judgment is clouded by competition.

His small remorse does not outweigh his previous actions, and MC realizes that.

So basically, I'm giving you small Vil remorse only to strip it away :) my bad Ely </3

Moving on to something more light-hearted: Malleus! I really hope you all enjoyed that little Malleus scene, it's both in honor of his birthday (which, at the time of me posting this chapter was yesterday) and a way to give you all some more sweet content, because god will we need it.

You got the Malleus scene basically thanks to Mars, bc without her I deadass wouldn't have thought of it LMFAOO

And wow I bet you all are wondering what I plan on doing with Rielè and Rollo, well...Rielè is a fun character that I wanted to include because I feel we deserve him (twst show him to us already) BUT ROLLO

Rollo gets plans. I have plans. These plans include the one of the many, many twst events that I plan on writing.

Also, MC getting another flower? What? Who could have seen this coming omgggg (Mars). Shocked face emoji

All bonus points go to those that can even attempt to guess what the flower in question is.

This def felt like a filler chapter, but considering the OB draws very near, I think MC deserves it.

Which is another thing to note: MC is relieved that the SDC is drawing near because this means that everyone will finally get out of her hair and she won't have to deal with Vil any longer!

Oh how wrong she is :)

We got a small Neige cameo bc I love him <3

And, I think that's it?

As always I write and edit my chapters at night so if there are any spelling mistakes please go easy on me, and tell me!

Maybe I'll see you next chapter, or not.