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Me when Misaki (gosh i love that silly assassin)

Chocolate Special Overload~

A little something that was never written and drawn last valentines~

You deserve it, Misaki fans<3

Ugh I wanna sleep and not write this ever again.

The candlelight flickered, casting shifting shadows along the walls of your dimly lit study. You sat hunched over your desk, quill in hand, the sharp scent of ink clinging to the air. The pages before you were a chaotic mess of scribbled-out sentences, half-formed thoughts, and failed attempts at something lighthearted.

A book about the horrors of vampirism should not be this difficult to write—especially when you had spent countless nights weaving blood-soaked tragedies. But tonight? Tonight, you struggled.

You sighed, rubbing your temples as the clock struck 2 AM. The moon hung high in the sky, its silvery glow peeking through the clouds, illuminating your room through the windowpane. A shiver ran down your spine, though whether from exhaustion or frustration, you weren't sure.

And then it hit you.

You hadn't written to Misaki in over a week.

God, I miss them…

Your heart clenched at the thought. Surely, she must have been worried. You could already imagine their dramatic sighs, the teasing remarks they would throw your way when they finally got a hold of you.

You pushed back from your desk, intending to find some parchment and remedy your absence, when A glimmer of orange light caught the corner of your vision.

Two glowing eyes.

Outside your window.

Your blood ran cold.

"HOLY SHIT—"

Before you could even react, the figure leaned in, the curtains billowing wildly in the breeze as the moonlight framed her all too familiar grin.

"Hi, sugar honey dumpling!!"

Misaki beamed at you from the windowsill, her fangs peeking through their lips as they held a small wicker basket in one hand while using the other to balance themselves precariously on the ledge.

You clutched at your chest, trying to steady your heartbeat. "Jesus Christ, Misaki... You scared the crap out of me."

She giggled, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Don't die on me just yet, babe! I wouldn't wanna have to bite you just to make you immortal."

With a swift, effortless movement, they hopped through the window and landed gracefully inside.

You glanced at the basket they carried. "Why are you even here? And what's with all the chocolates and hearts?"

Misaki scoffed, placing a hand on her hip. "Chocolates? Puh-lease. This—" they held up the basket with exaggerated pride, "—is one of the finest delicacies in town. And you need to try it." Then, their expression softened into something more petulant, their lower lip jutting out. "Also, because you haven't sent me a letter. A week, babe. A whole week. Do you know how much I suffered?"

You laughed, guilt tugging at you. "I'm sorry—"

"Who cares!" Misaki interrupted, waving their hand dismissively before grabbing your wrist and dragging you toward the bed. "I'm here now! So let's get comfy and eat before I actually start whining."

You let her pull you into the soft blankets, following their gaze as they looked out the window, completely mesmerized by the sight.

"Man, you're so lucky to have this view," she sighed dreamily, leaning against you. "The moon is so bright tonight, and even with the clouds, the stars are still twinkling! Just look at them!"

They pointed, their voice filled with genuine wonder, their previous mischief momentarily replaced by pure adoration.

"I love stars. You have no idea," she continued, their fingers tracing constellations in the air. "I've always wanted to stargaze with you."

You smiled, reaching into the basket and unwrapping one of the chocolates—one of the town's renowned specialties, a flavor you hadn't actually tried since moving here. You held it up to Misaki's lips. They froze.

Her glowing eyes darted from the chocolate to your face, their cheeks quickly tinting red.

"H-Hey! Who told you to open that—much less—look cute while doing it?" They stammered, flustered beyond belief.

You chuckled. "Come on, just one bite~ or must I do the choo choo train sound?"

Misaki's mortified expression cracked into laughter. "Hey! I'm not a kid!"

“Choo choo~ Here comes the chocolate!~” You chuckle as you wave the chocolate piece towards them, making them even redder in embarrassment

“STOP!” She huffed, their cheeks even redder—than Ronin’s cloak and gore— before finally leaning in, taking a small bite. Their brows lifted, delight spreading across their face as they chewed.

"Is it good?" you asked to which Misaki responds, "No, my heart freakin exploded because SOMEONE decided to do the choo choo train, how did ya expect me to taste anything after that?"

You laughed as you took a piece for yourself, and the moment it melted on your tongue, you hummed in approval. The matcha flavor was rich, perfectly balanced with a smooth, creamy texture.

"It's good, right?!" Misaki beamed, immediately snuggling against you with a satisfied sigh.

You let her settle against you, the warmth of their presence melting away the exhaustion you had felt earlier. 

Maybe, just maybe, a little break wasn't so bad.

You both indulged in the sweet chocolates and the even sweeter warmth of each other's company. The topics flowed effortlessly, though, in reality, it was mostly Misaki rambling about their week—animatedly recounting stories with exaggerated expressions, their hands gesturing wildly as they spoke. You listened with fond amusement, the tension in your shoulders easing with every word.

The weight that had pressed against your chest for days slowly melted away, replaced by a sense of peace you hadn't realized you'd been missing.

"Maybe next time, I should just have you over whenever I'm stressing," you joked, tilting your head with a teasing smile.

"Hah! I know! I'm amazing!“ Misaki grinned, radiating pure smugness as they puffed out their chest, their confidence practically shimmering in the dim candlelight.

You let out a giggle before leaning in to kiss their nose, the quick peck filled with affection.

Misaki froze, their entire body stiffening for a split second. Their glowing eyes blinked rapidly before their face flushed a deep red, realization hitting them like a ton of bricks.

"Hey—no fair!" they huffed, their voice cracking just slightly as they tried to recover from their embarrassment. Without wasting a second, they leaned in to kiss you back—soft but determined, as if making up for the surprise attack.

Their lips lingered for a moment, warm and tender, before they pulled away just enough to whisper against your skin, "I always win, honey."

You laughed softly, tucking a strand of their hair behind their ear. "Mmm, sure you do."

Misaki huffed, pouting at your lack of surrender, but instead of arguing, they simply tackled you onto the bed, wrapping their arms around you as they snuggled in close.

"You're stuck with me now," they mumbled sleepily, their face buried against your shoulder.

And honestly? You wouldn't have it any other way.

And here we reach the end of this lovely night… Just you and them~

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When the Star stops Shining

Angel x reader (comfort)

Spoilers for Angel's route <3

P/S: THANK YOU ALL FOR 100 total likes already?? Hello? Mom im famous, I love yall so much

Angel's day had been a nightmare. It started with Finian (of course it’s always him), her manager, berating her in front of the entire team. Something about numbers, statistics, and how she wasn’t “shining enough” lately. As if she wasn’t already pushing herself to the limit every fucking day. As if she wasn’t constantly striving for perfection, carefully making every post, every appearance, every single second of her career as flawless as possible. She had smiled through it, of course. Nodded, accepted the harsh words, and swallowed her frustration. But then came the last straw, Finian had scheduled an event, one she desperately needed a break from before burning out completely. And when she tried to protest, he began his hypocritic speech about how he “made” her career. Who has absolute control over her contracts and her future. By the time Angel got back to her apartment, she was on autopilot. Exhausted but unable to rest, mind spiraling with thoughts she didn’t want to confront. She scrolled through her phone mindlessly, watching SlaughterHouse with its usual chaos: <@goreboy>: "Who’s down for a late-night drive? I need to test something." <@hitmeuppp>: "If by 'test something' you mean 'do something mildly to overly illegal,' count me out, sleep-deprivation do be crazy." <@K9>: "How about you focus on not getting arrested and do something normal for once?" <@goreboy>: "Cowards." <@hitmeuppp>: "Anyways, who's free for lunch tomorrow?" <@K9>: "Depends. Are you cooking?" <@hitmeuppp>: "Depends. Do you want food poisoning?" <@K9>: "You guys ever think before you send messages or is it just impulse at this point?" <@hitmeuppp>: "Thinking is for nerds, V." <@goreboy>: "Thinking is for people who don't live life on the edge." <@hitmeuppp>: "Exactly."

… You chuckled at your screen. It was the usual banter: nonsense conversations, unhinged memes, and Ronin talking like he was some outlaw poet. But then, you noticed something odd. Angel was online. She had been for a while. Usually, she would be right there with them, teasing, joking, keeping up with the pace of the silliness. But tonight, she barely typed a word. Only a single "lol" here, an emoji there. Nothing more. And you noticed that. Something feels off. You switched to her DMs. <@Y/N>: "You good? You’re way too quiet in there." The typing bubble appeared, then disappeared, then appeared again. Finally, after a long pause, her reply came through: <@Angelic>: "Yeah, just tired. Long day." You frowned at your screen reading that. You know Angel. That wasn’t just exhaustion, that was her shutting down. <@Y/N>: "I’m coming over." Angel didn’t argue. Didn’t tell you not to. And that spoke more than it could. By the time you arrived, the air felt heavy, like the empty, eerie kind of silence. You knocked once before letting yourself in, takeout bag in hand. Angel was on the couch, curled up in a blanket while staring at her phone. She barely reacted to your arrival. “Hey,” you said gently, setting the food down: “I Brought your favorite.” Angel turned to you and blinked, as if just registering your presence: “You didn’t have to...” “You say that like I wasn’t going to anyway.” You sat beside her, trying to force a smile in hope of lighting up the moods: “Should I ask what happened?” Angel didn’t answer right away. Instead, she sighed, running a hand through her styled hair, now messy from the stress of the day. She stares blankly at the ceiling, muttering: “Just the usual, Finian being Finian.” You knew her life well enough to understand that “the usual” wasn’t just a bad day at work, it was suffocating pressure, constant shouting and the insane expectation to be something more than perfect, and you hate it deep to the bones. You placed a hand on hers, hoping she can feel the warmth of it: “You don’t have to deal with this alone, you know that right?.” Angel stay silent for a while before letting out a dry chuckle, shaking her head: “By the way, do you know what’s funny?” she asked. “I was thinking about something earlier today. Did you know that at the average funeral, only ten people cry?” You blinked at her shift in demeanor: “What?” “Ten,” she repeated, looking at you. “After everything, after all the work, the pain, the achievements, only ten fucking people. And if it’s raining that day? Goodluck cause half of them won’t even stay for the burial.” The weight of her words sank into you, heavy and bitter. You knew Angel had always been a perfectionist, always striving to be better, to be admired, to make a difference. But now… now she sounds exhausted. “Is this because of Finian?” you asked gently. Angel sighed, nodding: “Sorry, I let him get to me again didn’t I?” she admitted. “He talks like I owe him everything. As if without him, I’d be nothing… and sometimes I wonder if he’s right.” Your grip tightened: “He’s not, never had, never will.” She smiled, but it didn’t show: “Maybe.” “Not maybe. Definitely. You built yourself up, Angel. Yeah, maybe he was there, but you’re the reason people love you. The reason people look up and admire you.” Angel leaned into you, resting her head on your shoulder: “You always say the sweetest things you know that?” “Because I mean them.” A small silence followed, and then Angel chuckled softly: “You know, Ronin would have lost his mind if he heard what Finian said to me.” You smiled: “Oh, I know. He’d be halfway to breaking in Finian's house.”

She laughed, finally warming up after the day: “He’s so overprotective with his friends. It’s sweet, though.” “He cares about you.” “Yeah,” she agreed, voice softer now: “So do you.” "You know, V would have some long speech ready about how you don’t need Finian and that you deserve better, maybe even finding everything personal about that guy already..” Angel grinned: “That sounds about right.” “And Misaki? She’d probably just send memes, with Finian’s head in her crosshair of course.”

“She really would.” You nudged her lightly: “Hell, count all the others in SlaughterHouse and we’ve got seven out of ten already. And you’re not even dead yet.” Angel rolled her eyes, but she smiled, more genuine this time: “That’s a weirdly comforting way to put it.” You pulled her closer into a hug: “We’re not going anywhere, Angel. Rain or shine, we’ll fight gods to be there.” She sighed, closing her eyes as a small tear trickles down: “I don’t know what I’d do without you guys.” “Well, lucky for you, you don’t have to find out.” Angel nudged deeper into the hug: “Stay with me tonight?” You press a light kiss to the top of her head: “Always.”

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Proposing to the KC! LIs

Finally, after a few months with the serial killers, it seems you have found true love with one of them! Are you brave enough to propose and bare the "consequences", or just curious how would they react?

Misaki Katsuo, the Silly and Chaotic Reaper

Misaki is an absolute gremlin, if you ever think that proposing to them will be romantic and graceful, you're dead wrong.

Places: A rooftop overlooking the city night. We all know Misaki loves the thrill of being high up, and with the city lights below, it feels like a moment stolen from a dream. You propose while they were laughing at some dumb joke, completely catching them off guard.

Reaction: The second you reveal the ring, Misaki completely freezes. Their chaotic, silly expression fades as their hands tremble, maybe even skipped a bit of heart. Of course, her entire life has been about survival, constantly running and killing for money. No one has ever asked her to stay before.

Putting on the ring: She would try to make jokes to calm herself down: "Damn, Y/N, you're really tryna wife up an assassin? Bold." But her voice cracks as you slipped on the ring and she’s crying before even realizing it. Misaki would insist they don't need a ring that fancy and will try to sell it. But if you got them a ring from a gacha machine? They would wear it everywhere, dead serious, just like the menace she is.

Answer: "You're a dumbass. But you're my dumbass now. So yeah… let's do it." (She definitely isn't hugging the air out of you while sobbing)

Sillies: + First text to SlaughterHouse? "LOOKS WHO'S JUST GOT CUFFED!!!" + "Babe, we gotta get a weapon matching this. A wedding-themed knife set?" + Expect a hyperactive Misaki for the next few days because if they stop they will cry again, oh and let's also mention the millions of marriage memes coming up

Angel/Maria de la Rosa, the Maneating Perfectionist

Angel is elegance, charm, and perfection wrapped in a gorgeous, deadly package. If you think you can propose without making it an unforgettable moment, think again.

Places: A special day, maybe she got promoted, you two went out for a fancy restaurant. You surprise her by slipping the ring into her champagne glass. She was probably thinking about her own proposal plans: “I’ll do it in Paris, or maybe under the northern lights…” when she noticed the ring, time just stopped.

Reaction: Every step of Angel's life has been carefully planned, dedicated to perfection and control. But this? This was never part of the script. She tries to speak, but for once, words failed her. She would try to stare at your face, searching for some signs of a cruel joke. But there's no deception, just you, offering her something she never dared to dream of, something real.

Putting on the ring: Angel trembles as she admires the ring, not for its value, but because you chose it, just for her. The moment it's slid onto her finger, a soft, breathless laugh escapes, like she can’t believe it’s real. She’ll insist she isn’t crying, but her ruined makeup says otherwise. And if the ring was custom-made? She’ll never take it off—because nothing has ever felt more right.

Answer: "Heaven exists, and it’s right here, in your arms. You’re the only person I’d ever consider going fully vegetarian for. So yes, mi amour, let’s give them something unforgettable" (She’s already planning the wedding down to the last detail.)

Sillies: + First text to SlaughterHouse: "Breaking news: I SAID YES! (And no, I will not be commenting on allegations of Y/N stealing my heart.)" + "I swear, if I ever miss a shot again, I'm blaming it on this ring. Too beautiful to not look at." + Casually flexes her ring in every situation, taking a sip of coffee? Ring in full view. Kissing you? Oh, she definitely tilts her hand just right for the perfect shot.

Ronin Beaufort, the Devil’s Poet of Purgatory

Ronin is a devil dressed in charm, a poet who spills verses like blood. A proposal to him isn’t just about love, it’s about defying god and fate themselves.

Places: "The Purgatory" of course, maybe after a gory kill and he's drenched, pumping with adrenaline. The place where his past sins linger, where the devil in him reigns. And yet, here you are, turning it into something sacred.

Reaction: For once, Ronin is speechless, trying to process if this is real or some prank. He’s spent his whole life running from ghosts of his past, his sins, the shadows of who he’s become. But you? You’re standing there, unwavering, refusing to run. He would definitely get tensed, as if he’s afraid he might lose this moment, lose you: “Darlin’, I ain’t even dead yet, and you already tryna claim my last name?”

Putting on the ring: When you slide it on, Ronin would definitely smirsk: "A wedding ring, huh? Guess that means I’m officially off the market." If you got him a ring with a hidden blade or devil engraving? He’s obsessed but acts like it’s no big deal. He might wear it around his neck at first but when it's on, it's ON.

Answer: "Tsck… You really just tied yourself to the devil, darlin’. If this is a sin, baby, then let me burn for you. Hope you’re ready for a lifetime of crime and bad poetry, ‘cause I ain’t letting you go." (Then he yanks you into a kiss, rough and desperate.)

Sillies: + "Babe, hear me out, matching crowbars engraved with our anniversary date. Just think about it." + Will 100% lean against a wall, flash his ring, and smirk at strangers like: "Single? Couldn’t be me." + First text to SlaughterHouse: "It seems a certatin someone actually looked at me and said, ‘Yeah, I wanna deal with that forever.’ Wild. Also, taking bets on how long it takes before Y/N realizes they made a mistake. Place your wagers wisely."

Valentin Viljoen, the Vigilante with Ice cold Heart

Valentin is a man of structure, morality, and control. But love? Love is unpredictable. Love is terrifying. And yet, here you are, asking him to embrace it.

Places: A short walk near the forest together. Soft golden light shines through the leaves and the scent of flowers linger in the air, truly a part of the Garden of Eden brought alive, where love can bloom freely.

Reaction: Valentin freezes. His mind races, but for once, there is no logical path forward, no neatly laid-out plan. He doesn't react immediately. No sharp breath, no wide-eyed shock, just silence. His whole life has been spent carrying the weight of a protector, the unwavering force of justice. And yet, here you are, asking him to be something else. To be selfish. To be yours.

Putting on the ring: His hands have always been steady in battle and in every aspect of his life, except for now. They tremble as you take his hand, slipping the ring onto his finger. His breath goes unsteady as he turns his hand over, inspecting the way it fits: perfect, inevitable, like it was always meant to be there.

Answer: "Marriage isn’t just a promise. It’s a contract. A duty. A vow I will never break. And I would be honored to spend my life upholding it with you." (He has already acquired a legal marriage paper by now)

Sillies: + “Y/N, does this mean I have to plan the wedding? Because if so, I have prepared a highly efficient multi-tab spreadsheet.” + The first thing he sends: a picture of the marriage certificate, of course... + Has to resist the urge to immediately update his legal documents. ("Should I change my emergency contact to you? Do I list you as my primary benefactor? Actually, give me a moment...")

P/S: I hope everyone had a nice time proposing <3

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Oh my god these headcanons could be an entire story, Heidi my friend you cooked, and I mean you cooked HARD with this one. Misaki is so happy (with all the other LIs of course) <3!!!!

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Ronin Beaufort!

The Proposal? Unhinged.

Traditional? Never heard of her. Ronin proposes in his way—dramatic, messy, and a little bit criminal. Expect a bloody heart scrawled on a wall with his crowbar, a ring slipped on your finger before you even notice, and a devilish smirk when you realize.

He doesn’t ask, he claims. “You’re mine, darlin’. ‘Til death do us part—if it even can.”

The Rings? Custom and Chaotic.

Of course, Angel helps him design them—gothic, blackened metal with a blood-red gemstone (or one that looks like it), and the inside is engraved with"R.B X (Your First Initial)” because he has no shame.

Yours is fancy, but his? He wears a thick band with a jagged design, and if you don’t put it on him yourself,

💀 Ronin as a Husband + The Day of the Wedding 💍

The Wedding Day: A Bloody Fairytale (His Way, Of Course)

Traditional? Nah. Ronin’s wedding isn’t some soft, white-veil affair—it’s a chaotic, adrenaline-pumping fever dream. Forget pastel flowers and quiet vows; he’s giving you black roses dipped in crimson and a blood-splattered ceremony in Purgatory (the alley where you shared your first kiss).

He insists on having the ceremony at midnight. Why? “C’mon, babe—if we’re doin’ this, we’re doin’ it right. No sun, all sin.” The whole place is lit by red neon lights and candles. Romantic in a rotting kind of way.

His outfit? Over-the-top. Black leather jacket, maroon ripped pants, and his usual chaos of accessories—but with a little touch of wedding flair: a silver chain around his neck engraved with your name, and a skull pin that says “’Til Death” on it.

Angel is the one who "officiates" the wedding—if you count her laughing through the ceremony and calling you both “unhinged lovebirds” as official. She’s wearing all white “to be ironic.” Ronin’s response? “If you ruin my moment, Angel, I'll bring my child."

Instead of a normal walk down the aisle, He carries you “Damn. If I wasn’t marryin’ ya, I’d be kidnappin’ ya.”

The Vows? Pure Chaos and Pure Him.

His vows are a mess—half confessions, half threats to anyone who’d dare touch you. “I promise to love ya, haunt ya, and maybe murder anyone who looks at ya funny. Or Kill ya/j”

He doesn’t get emotional easily, but when he says “No one else gets me, but you do—and I ain’t lettin’ that go, ever,” his voice dips just a little softer. It’s rough around the edges, like him, but so painfully sincere it’s almost too much to handle.

“Blood-red suits ya, babe.”

Reception? Think More Crime Scene Afterparty.

No boring banquet hall—he drags you to the rooftop of an abandoned warehouse, where he’s set up his version of a reception. Black leather couches, flickering red lights, and a playlist that’s just metal, punk, and songs that remind him of you.

The cake? Oh, it’s black, alright. A blood-red filling when you cut it open. He insists on smashing a piece in your face. If you try to get revenge, he just laughs and lets you.

When the first dance comes around, he pulls you close—no slow, sappy waltz. He dips you so low your back almost touches the floor, all while murmuring, “Can’t believe ya married me, sweetheart. You’re a little crazy.”

Ronin as a Husband: The Good, The Bad, and the Chaotic.

Clingy. Oh, he loves being married to you—and he’ll make sure everyone knows it. If you even try to go anywhere without a goodbye kiss, he’s pulling you back by your waist. “Where’s my kiss, Mrs. Devil?”

Pet Names? Relentless. "Darlin’," "Sweetheart," "My Little Heartbreaker," and—when he’s feeling extra possessive—“My Forever.”

Jealous not really! But! Anyone so much as flirts with you? They’re getting a look that could kill. If you tease him about being possessive, he just shrugs, “Course I am. What’s mine’s mine.”

Weirdly Domestic… In His Way.

Will absolutely make you breakfast—but it’s gonna be black coffee and pancakes shaped like skulls. Maybe Not, He's a okay-person in kitchen

He’s in charge of home defense, which means there are too many weapons hidden in your place. (Your couch? Knife. Your bookshelf? Crowbar.)

Anniversaries Are… Intense.

Every anniversary, he takes you back to Purgatory to “renew your vows” by carving a fresh bloody heart into the wall.

He gets you the most unhinged gifts: one year, he gives you a dagger with “Mine Forever” engraved on the blade. Romantic!

When You’re Sick?

Pretends he’s too tough to worry, but the moment you so much as sneeze, he’s fussing over you.

Brings you soup (even though he can’t cook) and sits at your bedside like a demon guard dog. “I ain’t leavin’ ‘til you’re better, babe.”

Fights? Loud. Dramatic. Always Ends in Kisses.

Arguments with Ronin are explosive. He’ll push your buttons on purpose, just to see if you’ll push back.

But if he thinks he’s really hurt you? He folds immediately. “Baby—hey, baby, c’mon. I didn’t mean it. You know I’m an idiot.”

Would He Die For You? Absolutely.

He wouldn’t hesitate. Your enemies are his enemies.

But really? He’s not afraid of dying—he’s afraid of losing you. “If you go first, babe, I’m followin’ right after ya. No question.”

Forever Means Forever.

Ronin doesn’t do temporary. When he said “forever,” he meant it. Whether you want to wreak havoc together or just spend quiet nights tangled up in each other—he’s there. Always.

And if anyone thinks they can take you from him? They’re in for a hell of a rude awakening.

“What’s mine stays yours, darlin’—and you’re stuck with me. Forever.”

When V finds out you and Ronin—the Ronin—are officially, legally (or maybe not-so-legally) married, his reaction is… complicated.

🖤 1. The Initial Reaction: Processing…

At first? Silence. Cold. Heavy. The kind that stretches on long enough to make anyone else squirm.

You tell him during a quiet night on the server—just a casual drop like, “Oh yeah, by the way, Ronin and I got married.”

For a full minute, he doesn’t respond. Not one word. Not even a blink emoji.

Then, finally:

V: "Married."

That’s it. One word. Flat. Clinical. Like he’s trying to figure out if this is some elaborate joke—or if the world’s truly gone off the rails.

🗡️ 2. The Overprotective Judgment™

Look, V isn’t stupid. He’s always known something was brewing between you two. He heard the flirting, the teasing—he’s seen Ronin’s obsession with you. He’d be blind not to.

But marriage? That’s another level of unhinged.

His next DM comes ten minutes later, and it’s direct:

V: “Is this a joke, or have you genuinely lost your mind?”

He doesn’t trust Ronin—not entirely. Not when the man’s idea of a romantic gesture involves blood splatter and sharp objects. And while V respects your choices… he’s concerned.

“You understand what you’re tying yourself to, don’t you?” he asks, voice colder than usual. It’s not disapproval—it’s caution.

👁️ 3. Watching Ronin… Closely.

From the second V learns about the marriage, Ronin becomes his #1 Surveillance Target.

He tracks his movements more. Listens to every conversation. If Ronin so much as breathes suspiciously around you, V knows.

If Ronin’s sweet? V thinks it’s manipulation.

If Ronin’s distant? V’s ready to interrogate.

And Ronin? Oh, he loves it. He knows V’s watching—and he plays it up. Texts you obnoxiously sweet things in the public chat just to piss him off:

Goreboy: “Missin’ my spouse already. Bet you’re sittin’ there lookin’ all cute, huh? 😘”

V? Seething.

Angel's reaction

1. The Initial Reaction: Stunned Silence (And an Immediate Drink)

When Angel first hears the news, she’s mid-photoshoot—some sleek, ethereal setup where everything is soft lighting and cold marble. Her phone buzzes with a notification from Luca (because, of course, he’s the one who spilled it to the whole server).

SURPRISE Y’ALL, DEVIL GOT WIFED UP 💍 @Goreboy @You

Her brain short-circuits. She actually calls a break. Angel, the perfectionist who never leaves a set, calls a break because her ex-turned-best-friend just got married without telling her.

And the first thing she does? Orders champagne.

If anyone’s getting drunk over this, it’s gonna be her.

2. Teases Ronin

She slides into Ronin’s DMs while waiting for her makeup touch-up, keeping it light, breezy—too breezy:

Angel: “Marriage? Really? Is this some new kink or are you serious?” Goreboy: “Relax, Mx goreboy will not be happy to see what you thought. I'm serious Angel."

Angel: “Ugh, That ring wasn't a joke..”

3. The Protective Big Sister Mode™

Angel sends you a DM next:

Angel: “Congratulations (I think). You sure you’re ready for that lunatic 24/7?”

You tell her you love him. That you’re happy.

And Angel feels happy for her friend...

4. The Girl Talk Interrogation

When you and Angel finally talk voice-to-voice, she’s sitting on her balcony, glass of wine in hand, night breeze tugging at her perfect curls. Her voice is too casual—the way it always is when she’s hiding how much she cares.

“So… tell me everything. Did he do some grand psycho thing? Blood hearts? A body? Knowing him, he probably thought a murder scene was romantic, huh?”

She laughs, but it’s not cruel. It’s just… Angel. Sharp edges wrapped in sugar.

But underneath, she’s asking the real question: Does he love you the way you deserve?

And when you answer—when you tell her how he looks at you, how he treats you like you’re the only thing in the world—Angel relaxes. Just a little.

Angel makes a public post in the server—for you—because that’s how she expresses love: loud, visible, undeniable.

"Congrats to the newlyweds. If @Goreboy screws this up, I’m personally throwing him into a woodchipper. 💋 #AngelApproved #WeddingOfTheYear"

Misaki's reactions!

💌 1. The Immediate Reaction: Absolute Chaos™

When Misaki finds out—because let’s be real, they didn’t get a formal announcement, Luca probably dropped it in the chat like a bomb—they lose it.

Luca: “Yo, @Goreboy got hitched. Someone check the apocalypse calendar.”

Misaki: “EXCUSE ME??? MARRIED?? LIKE LEGALLY?? WHO THE HELL ALLOWED THIS??”

Cue Misaki spamming the chat with caps lock, fifty cat memes, and alien abduction theories. Because if anyone was gonna get legally bound to Ronin, they figured it would be an interdimensional being, not a real person they actually know.

They’re not mad. They’re just deeply confused—and too entertained to stop.

💌 2. Instigating Maximum Drama™

Misaki immediately slides into your DMs with zero chill:

Misaki: “HOLD UP, YOU MARRIED THE DEVIL AND DIDN’T INVITE ME???” You: “It was… spontaneous.” Misaki: “Spontaneous is buying a weird energy drink at 3 AM, not legally binding yourself to the human equivalent of a horror movie jumpscare!!”

They are deeply offended they didn’t get to throw confetti or wear some ridiculous outfit to your wedding. In retaliation, they threaten to officiate a fake ceremony in the chatroom.

Misaki: “Second wedding. My rules. V’s the flower girl. Ronin wears a leash.”

And the scariest part? They’re dead serious about it.

💌 3. Confused… But Protective

Once the jokes die down (for about five seconds), Misaki takes a breath—and the worry kicks in. They may be playful, but underneath all that chaos is someone who actually cares.

Because they know Ronin.

And yeah, he’s fun, but he’s also… a lot. And they’ve seen how quickly things with him can go sideways if you aren’t careful.

So, they check in.

Misaki: “But seriously… you okay? He treating you right?”

When you tell them how happy you are, how Ronin’s been soft (well, as soft as he can be) and sincere, Misaki lets out a breath they didn’t realize they were holding.

💌 4. Becoming Your Self-Appointed "Marriage Consultant"

From that point on, Misaki takes it upon themselves to be your official marriage advisor, despite having no business doing so.

Misaki: “If he pisses you off, put glitter in his boots. No killer is scary when they sparkle.”

They send you relationship quizzes, offer weird gift ideas, and will absolutely text you things like:

Misaki: “If he ever forgets your anniversary, I’m legally required to assassinate him. Just saying.”

💌 5. Weird Wedding Gift Incoming

A week later, a mystery package shows up at your door. Inside?

A handmade knife (with both your initials engraved, because of course).

A mixtape labeled “Marriage Survival Guide” (track one is Olivia Rodrigo’s Bad Idea Right?).

A tiny alien plushie with a note: “If he acts up, beam his ass back to space. – Love, Misaki 👽”

💍 After-Wedding Ronin Headcanons 💀

🖤 1. "Husband" Privileges

Oh, you think Ronin is letting this slide quietly? No chance. The second those vows are said, it’s like he’s unlocked a new personality.

“‘Spouse’ sounds so boring—‘lover’ is better. But ‘husband’? Oh, babe, I’m gonna make that your favorite word.”

He abuses the title constantly—throwing around “husband” and “wife” or “spouse” in every context possible.

“Can’t argue with me, babe. Husband’s orders.”

“That’s ‘your devil husband’ to you.”

“You married me, sweetheart—this is legally your problem now.”

And he expects you to flex it, too. If you don’t show off the ring? He’ll make sure everyone sees it.

“Mx Y/n Beaufort.”

“This means you’re mine. No take-backs, sweetheart.”

He’ll tease, of course. Ask if you’re gonna run—if you regret it—but his grip when he holds you? That death-grip on your waist? Yeah, you’re not going anywhere.

💋 3. His Version of Domestic Bliss

Ronin’s not the white-picket-fence type—but he loves the idea of building chaos with you.

Late-night drives to nowhere, hands tangled on the gearshift.

he tells you the stories from his past.

Waking up with scissors on the nightstand and a love note tucked under your pillow.

“Rise and shine, lover—thought about murdering you in your sleep, but I’m sentimental now.”

He loves you, The next time he wakes up. He knows you're someone who won't discard his past. You will listen to it, He trusts you.

Angel

Angel as Your Wife – Wedding Day Perfection

Angel has always been the type to love love. She flirts like it’s second nature, teases with a wink and a smile, but underneath it all, she loves deeply, fiercely, without hesitation. And today—her wedding day—is the moment she’s been dreaming about since the day she realized forever with you was the only thing she ever truly wanted.

💍 The Proposal – The Moment She Knew

Angel is a romantic, but she also loves a bit of fun, so her proposal to you is an event. Whether she’s proposing to you or waiting for you to propose, it has to be memorable.

If she proposes, it’s spontaneous but perfect. Maybe it’s on a quiet rooftop under the city lights, her hands slipping into yours as she murmurs, “I never thought I’d find someone who could keep up with me, who’d see all of me and love me anyway.” Then she pulls out the ring, and for once, her teasing smirk softens into something more tender. “So, what do you say, sweetheart? Want to be mine forever?”

If you propose, she’s stunned—like genuinely breathless for a second, blinking at you before breaking into the brightest, most heart-melting smile. She tackles you in a hug before she even gets the words out. “Yes! Of course, yes! How could I ever say no to you?”

Either way, the moment the ring is on her finger, she’s already planning the wedding with stars in her eyes.

☀️ The Morning of the Wedding – Butterflies & Love Notes

Angel wakes up bouncing with excitement. She’s always been a morning person, but today, she’s practically glowing before the sun is even up.

Her first thought? You. She grabs her phone immediately, sending you a text: “Good morning, future spouse. I hope you’re ready, because in just a few hours, I’ll officially be yours. Nervous? Excited? Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll make sure you never regret saying ‘I do.’”

She sends you a little gift—maybe a handwritten letter filled with all the reasons she loves you, or a small locket with a picture of you both.

Despite being surrounded by bridesmaids and stylists, her mind keeps drifting to you. She keeps catching herself smiling in the mirror, twirling in her dress, wondering what your reaction will be when you see her.

👗 Her Look – A Vision in White

Angel has an eye for elegance, but she also knows how to make an impact.

Her dress is breathtaking—soft, flowing fabric that clings in all the right places, delicate lace details that shimmer under the light. She wants to look like a dream, and oh, she does.

Her makeup is just enough to enhance her natural beauty, with a soft glow and perfectly lined lips. She knows you love her smile, so she makes sure it stands out.

Her veil? Dramatic—because of course, Angel loves a touch of flair. But when she lifts it to kiss you, her eyes are locked onto yours, warm and full of love.

💌 The Ceremony – The Moment Everything Stops

When the doors open and Angel steps down the aisle, the entire world pauses.

Her eyes find yours instantly, and her teasing smile fades into something softer, more vulnerable. For once, she’s not flirting, not playing—she’s just looking at you, and the sheer love in her expression is enough to take your breath away.

She walks slowly, savoring every second, every step closer to you.

When she finally reaches you, she exhales a little laugh, whispering, “You look so good, my love. I almost want to skip the vows and kiss you now.”

And oh, the vows.

Angel speaks from the heart, her voice steady, but full of emotion. “I’ve spent my whole life chasing excitement, chasing passion. But then I met you, and suddenly, all I wanted was something steady—something real. You are my greatest adventure, my softest love, my forever. And I promise to be yours, every single day, for the rest of our lives.”

When the officiant finally says, “You may kiss the bride,” Angel does not wait. She throws her arms around you, pulling you in with a bright, breathless laugh before pressing her lips to yours in a kiss so deep, so full of love, that the entire crowd erupts into cheers.

🎉 The Reception – The Life of the Party

If the ceremony was emotional, the reception is pure fun. Angel is in her element—dancing, laughing, stealing kisses from you every chance she gets.

The First Dance: She pulls you close, resting her forehead against yours as you sway to the music. “Dancing with you feels like a dream,” she murmurs, “but you’re really mine, aren’t you?”

Feeding You Cake: She feeds you a bite with a teasing smile, but if you try to be playful and smear frosting on her nose? She gasps dramatically before grabbing you by the tie (or collar) and whispering, “You’ll pay for that later.”

The Bouquet Toss: Angel throws it over her shoulder without looking—and then winks when she sees who catches it.

🌙 The End of the Night – Just You & Her

As the guests start to leave, Angel finds you again, slipping her hand into yours.

She’s softer now, the excitement of the day settling into something deeper.

“Let’s go home,” she whispers, pressing a kiss to your jaw. “I’ve had you in front of hundreds of people all day. Now, I want you all to myself.”

The second the door closes behind you, she’s wrapping herself around you, sighing in relief. “I still can’t believe it,” she murmurs against your lips. “I get to be yours. Forever.”

And as she pulls you down into another slow, lingering kiss, it’s clear—this isn’t just the end of your wedding day. It’s the beginning of forever with Angel, your sweet, flirty, devoted wife. 💕

How V reacts!

V treats Angel’s wedding with his usual brand of stoic dignity—or at least, he tries to.

During the Ceremony: He watches silently from the back, arms crossed, dressed in an immaculate black suit. When Angel walks down the aisle, there’s the faintest hint of a smile—just a twitch at the corner of his lips. If anyone asks, he’ll claim he’s there to "ensure the institution of marriage isn’t a front for more criminal activity." But really? He respects Angel more than he lets on—and seeing her happy means something.

When Ronin Starts Teasing: V doesn’t engage—at first. But when Ronin drops his “consummate it” line, V glances over and mutters dryly, “It’s impressive how you can make anything sound depraved. A true talent.”

At the Reception: He lingers at the edge of the crowd, sipping sparkling water like it’s a stakeout. But when Angel pulls him onto the dance floor, he surprisingly doesn’t resist. He’s stiff at first—too controlled—but softens just enough to let Angel tease him into a spin. (He draws the line at twirling.)

When Angel Tosses the Bouquet: It practically flies in his direction. He catches it with one hand—then immediately hands it off to the nearest bystander with a curt, “No.”

When Saying Goodbye: His farewell is simple, but sincere. He clasps Angel’s hand briefly and says, “You deserve to be happy. Don’t let anyone take that from you.” And if his gaze lingers on her just a second too long… well, no one calls him out on it. Not even Ronin.

How Misaki Reacts!

Misaki treats Angel’s wedding like it’s the social event of the decade—equal parts chaos and genuine affection.

During the Ceremony: She’s sitting in the front row, legs crossed, wearing a pastel pink suit that’s somehow both adorable and deadly. She whistles low when Angel walks down the aisle and mutters, “Damn, girl—if your spouse backs out, I’m right here.” She’s definitely the one who claps too early when they’re pronounced married.

When Ronin Starts Teasing: Misaki cackles. Loudly. And, of course, she piles on: “Please, you know Angel’s gonna break them in, not the other way around.” She even fake-swoons and adds, “Wish someone would ruin me like that.”

At the Reception: She’s the first on the dance floor and the last to leave it. At one point, she grabs the mic and gives an impromptu, half-drunk toast: “Angel, babe—if your spouse ever breaks your heart, I’m legally obligated to commit murder. Just saying. Congrats, though!” She cries a little at the end but blames it on the champagne.

When Angel Tosses the Bouquet: Misaki dives for it like her life depends on it—elbowing anyone in her path. When she catches it, she holds it above her head like a trophy and yells, “I’M NEXT, BITCHES!”

When Saying Goodbye: She hugs Angel so tight it’s borderline suffocating. Her voice is soft, just for a moment, when she says, “I’m proud of you, y’know? You deserve all this happiness. Don’t mess it up"—but if you do, I’m still your ride-or-die.”"

How Ronin reacts!

Ronin treats Angel’s wedding like it’s both an opportunity and a game. He’s there to cause problems—but only the fun kind.

During the Ceremony: He shows up fashionably late, of course—wearing an all-black suit that’s too sharp to be legal. He slides into a seat next to Misaki, leans over, and whispers, “Think they’d let me object just for the drama?”

When Angel walks down the aisle, he whistles low under his breath and mutters, “Lucky bastard.” But when the vows start, for once, he’s quiet—watching with an unreadable expression. Maybe, just maybe, there’s a flicker of something softer in his eyes.

When It’s Official: The moment they’re pronounced married, he claps slowly and drawls, “Congratulations—enjoy the lifetime sentence.” But his smirk isn’t as sharp as usual. If anyone’s watching closely, they might catch the way he tilts his head—like he’s memorizing the sight of Angel happy.

At the Reception: He’s everywhere—stealing drinks, and stirring up chaos. When it’s time for speeches, he takes the mic without being invited.

"Angel, babe—I was gonna prepare a heartfelt speech, but let’s be honest, I’m here for the open bar. You’ve always had terrible taste—clearly, since you tolerate me—but somehow, you found someone crazy enough to love you. Don’t mess it up. Or do. I could use the entertainment.”

Of course, he flashes a wicked grin at Angel’s spouse and adds, “Good luck keeping up, sweetheart. You’re gonna need it.”

When Angel Tosses the Bouquet: He makes a show of dodging it, dramatically stepping out of the way while saying, “Marriage? Nah. I’d be someone’s worst nightmare.” But there’s a flicker of something else in his expression—an itch he won’t admit.

When Saying Goodbye: His voice drops lower, teasing but softer when he pulls Angel in for a private goodbye. “Don’t go getting all domestic and boring on me, yeah? But... if they ever break your heart—well, you know how much I love a good reason to kill.”

And Angel walks away, he lingers just a little too long—watching, smirk slipping into something harder to read. He's happy...That his Friend has someone...

💍 Angel as a Wife – Headcanons 💋

Flirty Forever: Marriage doesn’t tone her down—if anything, it dials her charm up. Angel flirts like it’s her full-time job, whether you’ve been married for a week or a decade. Random texts like “Thinking about you in nothing but that ring. Come home soon~” are her specialty.

Spoiling You Rotten: Angel firmly believes her spouse deserves the best of everything. She buys gifts “just because,” books surprise vacations, and insists on pampering you with everything from homemade breakfasts to spontaneous spa days. If you so much as mention wanting something, it’ll probably show up by the end of the week.

Ultimate Hype-Wife: Whatever you do, Angel is your loudest cheerleader. Big career move? She’s throwing a celebration. Minor achievement? She’s bragging about you to anyone who’ll listen. She’s the type to make “I’m married to the hottest, smartest, most amazing human alive” her whole personality—and she means it.

Touchy-Feely Queen: Angel thrives on physical affection. Expect endless kisses (especially when you’re distracted), back rubs after a rough day, and snuggling close whenever you sit down. If you try to leave bed without a goodbye kiss, she’ll whine until she gets her due.

Fights? Flirt Them Away: Arguments with Angel rarely last long—mostly because she’s too stubborn to stay mad and too charming to let you stay mad. She’ll tease her way back into your good graces with a smirk, a soft apology, and probably a well-timed kiss. “You’re not really mad, are you? C’mon, baby~”

Possessive but Playful: Angel doesn’t get jealous often—she knows she’s a catch—but she’s very clear about one thing: you’re hers. If anyone flirts with you, she’s right there, wrapping an arm around your waist and flashing a smile that dares them to try harder. “Aw, sweetie, you’ve got great taste—but they’re all mine.”

Wife + Best Friend Combo: She’s your partner-in-crime for everything—shopping sprees, Netflix marathons, late-night junk food runs. Life with Angel is never boring, and she’s always game for a new adventure, as long as you’re by her side.

Pet Names Galore: She cycles through affectionate nicknames constantly—baby, sweetheart, honeybun, love of my life. If you blush at a particular one, congratulations—it’s now your permanent title.

Over-the-Top Anniversary Queen: Every milestone is an event with Angel. First kiss anniversary? Fancy dinner. Wedding anniversary? Expect an elaborate romantic getaway. She lives for grand gestures and wants you to feel cherished every single day.

Soft, Secret Vulnerability: Beneath the playful exterior, Angel takes marriage seriously. She’s terrified of losing you or not being enough, though she rarely voices these fears outright. On quiet nights, when the world slows down, she’ll hold you a little tighter and whisper, “You’ll stay with me forever, right?”

🌙 Misaki’s Rooftop Wedding – Headcanons 🌙

Setting: A city rooftop at night—skyline glowing, a chaotic mix of neon signs and moonlight. It’s so them—a little messy, a little reckless, but undeniably full of heart. V handled all the preparations with his signature precision (and judgmental sighs), while Ronin and Angel add a sprinkle of chaos just for fun.

🎵 1. Wedding Vibes: Jazz, Chaos, and Cup Noodles

Misaki refuses a traditional ceremony—too stuffy—so the wedding is an informal, wild mix of their favorite things: jazz music blasting, neon lights glowing, and a makeshift altar made from stolen milk crates (Ronin’s touch, obviously).

Angel makes a playlist with Rina Sawayama and Olivia Rodrigo bops because “Misaki deserves a banger soundtrack.”

There’s a snack table… well, more like an entire section dedicated to cup noodles. V disapproves but lets it slide—this once.

🌟 2. Their Wedding Look: Streetwear Chic Chaos

Misaki does not dress traditionally. They rock a black-and-red themed wedding outfit—sleek but chaotic. Their usual worn striped shirt is swapped for a matching black-and-red blazer with the sleeves rolled up.

The lock on their red choker? Custom-engraved with your initials.

They stick to their star hair clips—because they’re a star, duh—but Angel gifted them a tiny wolf charm to wear on their boot. (“For your werewolf agenda.”)

V, with his perfectionism, tried to get them a “sensible” wedding ring—Misaki immediately swapped it for a cheap, heart-shaped plastic ring from a vending machine.

💌 3. The Vows: Silly, Sweet, and So Very Misaki

Misaki writes their vows on the back of a convenience store receipt (fitting, considering their broke assassin lifestyle). Despite the messy delivery, their words are raw and honest: “I never thought I’d make it to something as soft as this. You’re the one thing that makes all this chaos worth it. I’m yours—mess and all.”

They get flustered halfway through and throw in a joke: “If I die first, you get all my cup noodle stash. That’s real love, babe.”

🔪 4. How Everyone Reacts

V: Stoic but proud. He spent weeks planning everything and it’s…chaotic, but seeing Misaki happy softens his usual icy demeanor. At the end, he quietly pulls you aside and says, “Keep them safe. They deserve it.”

Ronin: Cannot stop teasing. Every time Misaki gets emotional, he’s whispering something like, “Aw, soft little killer’s gone domestic. Adorable.” But he means it—his chaos aside, he tells you in private, “Take care of our disaster, yeah?”

Angel: Is the emotional one, dabbing their eyes with a tissue and cheering the loudest when you kiss. They’re also the first to demand a dance party afterward.

🎁 5. The Gifts: Because It’s Misaki

Misaki’s love language is gift-giving—so, naturally, they hand you a handmade, weirdly adorable scrapbook of your relationship so far. Complete with doodles of them as a werewolf protecting you.

Your gift to them? A custom-made lock to replace the one on their choker—it opens with your fingerprint only. They’re OBSESSED.

💫 6. Post-Wedding Chaos

After the ceremony, Misaki pulls you into a rooftop dance—barefoot, giggling, spinning to a jazz remix of their favorite songs.

You both steal leftover cup noodles from the snack table and eat them sitting on the rooftop edge, feet dangling over the city. Misaki leans against you, sighing softly: “If aliens are real, they’d be jealous of this.”

Ronin insists on a “honeymoon prank spree,” while V pretends not to know any of you. Angel suggests a beach trip instead—Misaki loves the idea (mainly because they want to see you in a swimsuit).

Despite the chaos, the night ends with you tangled together under the city lights—Misaki’s head on your shoulder, murmuring: “I’m still a mess, but I’m your mess now.”

How Each would react!

🖤 V – The Reluctant Wedding Planner

Let’s be real—V did not want to organize this chaos, but Misaki (and you) asked, so he did it perfectly.

He handled the venue, the food (even if it was cup noodles), and made sure everything ran smoothly. Efficiency first.

While everyone’s goofing off, he’s quietly watching from the corner, arms crossed. If anyone dares to mess up the ceremony? They answer to him.

Emotional Reaction:

He won’t admit it, but he cares—a lot. Seeing Misaki genuinely happy softens his usual cold exterior. When you exchange vows, you catch the faintest twitch of a smile.

After the ceremony, he pulls you aside and says in his quiet, serious tone: “They’re fragile, even if they pretend otherwise. Don’t hurt them.”

Wedding Gift:

V gifts you both, What...He could. He makes sure, It's well-taken.

🔥 Ronin

Ronin shows up in the most absurd outfit—a sleek black suit, but the tie is covered in tiny cartoon wolves because "Misaki’s whole werewolf thing is iconic, babe."

He spends the whole night teasing both of you, leaning into Misaki’s ear during the vows to whisper: “Awww, soft assassin finally tied down. You’re practically domesticated now.”

Emotional Reaction:

Beneath the teasing, Ronin’s more sentimental than he lets on. He watches Misaki beam during the first dance and mutters to himself, “They deserve something good. Guess that’s you.”

He’s the first to make a dramatic toast, grinning like a devil: “If you break their heart, sweetheart, I’ll break your kneecaps. Fair trade, yeah?”

Wedding Gift:

A personalized lock-and-key set: the lock is heart-shaped and engraved with “Property of Y/N”—he hands it over with a wink.

Also sneaks an untraceable burner phone into Misaki’s gift bag because “You two will get up to crimes eventually. Might as well be prepared.”

💋 Angel

Angel is the emotional one—they’ve been waiting for this moment forever. When you both say “I do,” they’re openly crying while clutching a bedazzled tissue.

They personally decorate the rooftop with fairy lights and glowing stars (“Because Misaki’s a star, duh.”) and insist on a first dance under the neon lights.

Emotional Reaction:

Angel pulls you both into a tight hug right after the ceremony, voice thick with emotion: “You two are so freaking cute. If you mess this up, I’m divorcing both of you emotionally.”

They’re the first to drag you and Misaki to the dance floor, twirling you around while shouting, “Married life means more jazz, babe!”

Wedding Gift:

A scrapbook of all your chaotic group memories—half of it is glitter-covered, and there are way too many doodles of Misaki as a werewolf.

They also gift you a matching bracelet set, one that says “Killer Couple” because Angel is nothing if not dramatic.

💌 After Marriage Headcanons with Misaki 💌

Your life together is a mix of cozy chaos. Mornings are spent tangled in bed sheets because Misaki is not a morning person—good luck trying to pry them away from you.

Misaki insists on keeping your home aesthetic but comfy. Expect string lights, random trinkets from missions, and a million throw pillows because they like to “nest.”

They absolutely steal your clothes—hoodies, shirts, even socks. If it smells like you? It’s theirs now. Don’t fight it.

Home Setup:

Your place is a weird hybrid of a sleek assassin hideout and a cozy city apartment. Their bunker days are over, and you make sure they have a soft place to land after jobs.

Cup noodles still dominate the pantry, but they try to cook for you sometimes. It's… chaotic, but their enthusiasm is cute.

“I made dinner!” “This is three different flavors of instant ramen, babe.” “You love it.”

💖 Affection Overload

Misaki is clingy—but in a cute, touch-starved way. They’re always finding excuses to touch you, whether it’s holding hands, leaning on you, or cuddling in the middle of the day.

Surprise forehead kisses are their favorite weapon. They’ll catch you off guard, pressing a kiss to your temple while grinning, “Love ya, babe.”

When they’re anxious, they’ll find you and bury their face in your neck. Your touch calms them down faster than anything else.

Pet Names Galore:

You get a rotation of chaotic and sweet nicknames—"babe," "cutie," and their personal favorite, “My favorite human.”

If you call them a pet name? Instant blush. They act cool, but the minute you say something like “baby”—they melt.

🎁 Love Language: Gift-Giving

Misaki constantly brings you random gifts—they’re bad at expressing feelings with words, but their love shows in thoughtful gestures.

You get:

Tiny trinkets from their missions (“Look! I stole this cool keychain just for you!”).

Silly notes left around the house (“Don’t forget to eat, nerd.”).

Handmade playlists labeled things like “For when you miss me” or “Hot Assassin Vibes Only.”

🔫 Balancing Assassin Life & Marriage

They’re still taking contracts, but they work less after marrying you. You become their anchor—a reason to come home in one piece.

Whenever they’re out on a job, they text you constantly:

“Still alive. Miss ur face.”

“Bet you’re wearing my hoodie rn.”

“If I die, clear my search history. Love u 💀.”

You’re their emotional support after missions. When the weight of their work gets heavy, you’re the one they fall apart with—and you never judge them for it.

🎶 Random Marriage Shenanigans

Dance Breaks: Random jazz-fueled dance parties in your living room. Misaki will literally grab your hand mid-task and spin you around while singing off-key.

Aliens Exist, Fight Me: They are obsessed with alien documentaries and will drag you into deep conversations at 2 AM.

“Babe, what if we’re just, like, an alien reality show?”

“Misaki. Go to sleep.”

Pet Parenting: One day, they adopt a stray cat and name it “Murderbean.” Misaki spoils it rotten. Murderbean likes you best, and they’re jealous.

🌟 Soft Vulnerability

Marriage makes them softer—with you, at least. You’re the only person they feel safe enough to let their guard down around.

On bad days, they curl up beside you, murmuring, “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.” They mean it.

They still struggle with anxiety, but knowing they have you makes it easier. When they get overwhelmed, you hold them until their breathing steadies.

💍 Forever Vibes

They talk about the future like it’s inevitable—with you, it is. Misaki jokes about retiring and opening a record shop with you one day.

“As long as I’ve got you, babe, I’m good.”

If you’re ever away for too long, they’ll dramatically drape themselves across the bed and text you, “Come home. I’m dying. No one else makes cup noodles like you do.”

V

🖤 V’s Proposal

V’s proposal isn’t grand or flashy—it’s intimate, deliberate, and entirely him. For a man who sees himself as a protector of justice, promising forever to you is a vow he takes more seriously than anything else.

📖 The Moment It Happens:

It starts with small changes—V’s usual hyper-focus on his work begins to shift. You notice how often he lingers at home, how his fingers brush against yours more often, and how his rare humor comes easier when you’re near.

One night, after a long evening, he finds you sitting on the balcony watching the stars. He doesn’t speak immediately—he just stands there, as if memorizing how you look under the moonlight.

Without his usual tactical armor, he seems softer—like the edges of his sharp moral code dull when he’s with you.

He kneels, smooth and controlled, and extends a small, hand-carved wooden box. You can tell he made it himself—polished oak, edges crisp and precise. No waste. Nothing careless.

Inside is a delicate ring—a silver band shaped like intertwining vines, with a small gemstone nestled between two silver birds in flight.

His voice—steady, low—breaks the silence:

"A lifetime isn't enough to repay what you’ve given me. But if you'll have me, I'll spend every day trying."

💍 How He Handles Your Response:

The moment you say "yes," V’s composure wavers—just a little. His breath hitches; his fingers tremble as he slides the ring onto your hand.

He doesn’t waste words—but the look he gives you is fierce, unyielding. The kind of gaze that says you’re not just his partner—you’re his reason.

When he pulls you into his arms, there’s a gentleness in his touch that no one else ever gets to see. And he lingers—always lingers—because holding you feels more like home than any place he’s ever known.

🕊️ Your Wedding Day – A Sanctuary of Wings 🕊️

V isn’t a man who does things halfway—your wedding is no exception. Every detail reflects his principles: kindness, minimal harm, and a world where every life matters.

1. The Venue – A Bird Sanctuary Paradise

The ceremony is held at a sprawling wildlife reserve—a bird sanctuary he’s been quietly funding for years

The setting is breathtaking: a secluded meadow surrounded by towering trees, soft petals scattered underfoot, and the air filled with birdsong.

Aviaries open during the ceremony, allowing rescued birds—doves, swallows, and finches—to fly freely above the altar.

2. V’s Wedding Attire – Sleek, Minimalist Elegance

He’s all sharp angles in a custom black suit—tailored to perfection. No gaudy embellishments—just clean, elegant lines.

Around his lapel, a silver pin shaped like a raven’s wing—your private symbol.

But when you approach? His expression softens, his usual cold restraint cracking beneath the warmth he saves for you.

3. The Ceremony – V’s Vows

V’s vows are short—but every word is deliberate, and his voice holds no hesitation.

"I’ve walked through a world of violence, always alone. Until you."

"Your kindness—the way you see the world—changed something in me. You remind me why I fight. Why life matters."

"I vow to protect you. To stand beside you. And if you’ll let me—I’ll make every moment worth it."

When he slips the ring onto your finger—a matching silver band etched with the wings of a dove—you see the faintest tremor in his hand.

Because for all his composure, this moment matters to him more than any mission he’s ever taken on.

4. Animal-Friendly

No leather, no silk—every material is cruelty-free. =

Instead of traditional confetti, guests toss biodegradable wildflower seeds—so the meadow will bloom with color long after the wedding is over.

Rescue animals from the sanctuary are honored guests—V even arranges a surprise for you: an owl you once admired during a visit flies in during the ceremony with a silk ribbon carrying your rings.

5. How V Reacts Seeing You Walk Down the Aisle

The moment you step into view, V—who’s always so composed—freezes. For once, his calculating mind is quiet.

His lips part slightly, breath catching. And when your eyes meet? The rest of the world ceases to exist.

He doesn’t realize he’s clenched his fists until his knuckles turn white—like holding himself back from rushing to you.

And the closer you come, the softer his expression grows—by the time you reach him, his hands are already outstretched, steadying you as if you’re the most fragile, precious thing he’s ever known.

6. The Reception – A Quiet Celebration

V doesn’t like big crowds, so your reception is an intimate gathering. Close friends, the sanctuary staff, and (of course) the Killer Chat gang.

He ensures all donations from the guests go directly to the bird sanctuary—your wedding doesn’t just celebrate your love; it leaves a lasting legacy of kindness.

When you dance together for the first time, V is surprisingly graceful. But his focus isn’t on perfect steps—it’s on you. Every touch, every glance is full of quiet adoration.

7. After the Ceremony – A Private Moment Just for You

When the guests drift away, V leads you back to the aviary—where a newly rehabilitated falcon spreads its wings, ready to take flight.

You release the bird together, watching as it soars free. His fingers lace with yours, voice low:

"Freedom matters. But so does choosing where you want to be."

And as the bird disappears into the sky, he turns to you—lips brushing against your temple—and murmurs the words he never thought he’d have reason to say:

"I choose you."

Reaction!

Ronin

“Awww, our little edgelord grew a heart.” The moment Ronin hears about the wedding, he’s insufferable. Absolutely unbearable. He shows up just to stir the pot—grinning like the devil, all sharp teeth and bad intentions. From the second he lays eyes on V in his formal wear, he’s got jokes. “Didn’t think you’d live long enough to settle down, bro. What’s next? A white picket fence? Little masked brats?”

Flirting with You—Just to Poke the Bear: Ronin doesn’t miss a single opportunity to tease. The second he catches you alone, he’s all smooth lines and mock flirtation, just loud enough for V to hear. “You sure you wanna lock yourself down, sweetheart? I mean, icy’s fine and all—but I come with fireworks.” He always flashes a wink right before V steps in—because what’s life without a little danger?

Messing with V’s Image: He makes it his mission to chip at V’s ever-serious persona. At the reception, he leans in to whisper (way too loud), “Can you believe it? V—Mr. Justice himself—married. I thought the only thing he’d ever commit to was brooding in alleys.” He’s fully prepared to dodge a punch if necessary.

To You—Half Serious, Half Joke: When things settle down, Ronin pulls you aside. For once, his voice softens—just a little. “Look, V’s a pain in the ass, but he’s not all bad. And trust me—he’ll go down swinging for you.” Then, with a wicked grin, he adds, “Still… if he gets too boring, you’ve got my number.”

Brotherly Concern—In His Own Way: Beneath the teasing, there’s a glimmer of something real. As you’re about to leave, he catches you both one last time. His usual smirk fades—just a bit—and he says quietly, “Take care of him, yeah? He acts like he doesn’t need it, but…” He trails off, then adds with a grin, “If he ever gets too serious, I’ll come mess him up for free.”

Post-Wedding Shenanigans: Ronin does not let V live it down. Anytime he’s in the chat, he’s dropping lines like:

“Hey, husband-of-the-year, how’s married life?”

“Y’know, I always knew you had a soft spot. But this? This is adorable.”

“If you two have a fight, just send them my way—I give killer marriage advice.”

But Deep Down… He won’t admit it, but seeing V happy? It kinda warms the shriveled thing he calls a heart. Not that he’d ever say it. But if anyone dared threaten your happiness, they’d have two monsters to deal with—because as much as he loves to mess with V, no one else gets to touch his “bro.”

✨ Misaki and Angel Reacting to V and You Getting Married ✨

🗡️ Misaki’s Reaction (The Agent of Chaos)

“Wait—you mean, V? That V? Mr. No-Fun?” When they first hear the news, Misaki is in utter disbelief. They dramatically gasp, clutching their chest like it’s the most shocking thing they’ve ever heard. “I thought V was married to his moral code! You’re telling me he found someone who willingly deals with that?”

Relentless Teasing—With Love: They spend the entire wedding day bouncing between genuine support and pure mischief. During the ceremony, they lean over to you and whisper, “Blink twice if you need rescuing. I know a guy.” Then, to V: “Wow, you actually smile. Who knew you had human emotions?”

The Chaos Gift: Misaki’s wedding gift? Pure trouble. It’s either:

A matching set of “Justice” and “Chaos” mugs.

A framed photo of V looking broody with a glittery heart drawn around it.

A lock-picking set labeled “For when V’s rules get too much.”

Low-Key Soft About It: Beneath all the teasing, they’re actually kind of touched. At the reception, when you’re not looking, they tell V, “You better treat them right, or I’ll break every bone in your body—lovingly, of course.” And to you? “If you need a break from the broody husband life, call me. I’m way more fun.”

💋 Angel’s Reaction (The Sweetheart Femme Fatale)

“Aww, my cold little knight found love? Be still my heart.” Angel is delighted. She always suspected there was a soft center under V’s icy exterior, but seeing him actually marry someone? She’s practically glowing with joy for both of you.

Supportive with a Side of Flirt: During the wedding prep, she offers to help with anything you need—while slipping in teasing comments. To you: “If he ever gets too broody, I’m just a call away. I’m excellent at… distracting.” And to V: “Be nice to them, darling. You may scare everyone else, but I’ve got claws too.”

Her Wedding Gift—Elegance Meets Mischief: Angel’s gift is both thoughtful and playful—something like:

A luxurious couple’s spa day voucher (because she knows V needs to unwind).

A sleek dagger set engraved with “For better or worse.”

An elegant framed photo of you two with a handwritten note: “True love is rare—don’t mess it up, darling.”

Protective Big Sister Vibes: She may flirt and tease, but her protective side comes out in quiet moments. She pulls you aside to say softly, “You make him happy. I see it. But if he forgets how lucky he is? You know where to find me.”

After the Wedding – Life with V as Your Husband

V doesn’t just see marriage as a title—it’s a vow, a binding promise he takes as seriously as his work. Being his spouse means you’ve broken through walls no one else ever has, and now? He’s yours—entirely, irrevocably.

1. The Home You Share – A Haven of Quiet Comfort

V custom-builds a home on the edge of a nature reserve—secluded, quiet, and surrounded by wildlife. Large windows let you watch birds and animals roam freely, while the interiors are sleek but warm.

The house is eco-friendly—everything sourced ethically, with minimal environmental impact. Solar panels, rainwater collection, the whole thing—V doesn’t do anything halfway.

Despite his cold image, your shared bedroom is a place of warmth. Soft lighting, heavy blankets for nesting together, and an ever-present sense that this is where he feels safest—by your side.

2. The Way V Loves – Fierce, Silent, and Unyielding

V isn’t traditionally affectionate, but when it’s just the two of you? He melts.

His touches are feather-light—fingertips brushing your hair back, a hand resting protectively on your lower back, or a thumb tracing over your wedding band when he thinks you aren’t watching.

You become his anchor. After every night patrol, no matter how tired, he always comes home to you—sometimes slipping into bed without a word, but his arms wrap around you tight, like he’s making sure you’re still there.

He notices everything. If you’re cold? He’s draping his coat over your shoulders. Tired? He’s already running you a hot bath. Sad? He doesn’t offer empty words—he offers presence, grounding you with quiet care.

3. V’s Domestic Quirks – Things You Discover After Marriage

Early Mornings Together: V’s a painfully early riser—he likes to meditate or train before dawn. But on rare days off? He stays in bed longer just to hold you.

His Tea Ritual: He has an entire shelf dedicated to obscure herbal teas. No matter what mood you’re in, he has a blend for it—especially if it soothes you.

Silent Acts of Love: Flowers aren’t his thing—but he fixes broken things without being asked. Keeps your favorite snacks stocked. Learns every little habit you have and quietly accommodates them.

4. Protective to a Fault – But He Trusts Your Strength

He never stops being your protector—but he never underestimates you. If you want to be involved in his work or his world, he doesn’t hold you back.

Still, if anyone dares to threaten you? He’s not forgiving. There are no warnings—only consequences.

He checks in, always. If you’re out late, you’ll find a simple message on your phone: “Are you safe?”

5. Intimacy – The Soft Side No One Else Sees

V isn’t loud about his affection, but behind closed doors? He’s endlessly gentle.

He craves your touch more than he admits. A hand tangled in his hair while he works? Instantly soothes him.

If you kiss him before he leaves on patrol, he lingers longer than he should—like he doesn’t want to pull away.

After difficult nights, he doesn’t ask for comfort outright—but the way he clings to you in his sleep says everything.

6. Jealous? Not Exactly—But…

V isn’t the type to get jealous easily—he knows your heart belongs to him.

That said, if someone flirts with you? He won’t say anything—but his presence shifts. Colder. Sharper. And the offender usually backs off without him needing to lift a finger.

Ronin loves teasing him about this—“Careful, Angel. If you break his heart, who’ll keep the streets clean?”—and V’s usual stoicism cracks just a little when you smile at him in response.

7. Building a Future – With You, There’s Always Hope

Despite his heavy worldview, being with you brings light into his life. He wants a future with you—and he allows himself to dream of one.

He secretly wonders if you’d want to foster rescue animals—or maybe even kids someday. He’d never push, but if you bring it up? He’s already imagining filling your home with life.

Whatever path you choose, V’s vow remains the same: “I’m yours. For as long as you’ll have me.”

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Cramming, Kisses, and Comfort

I should have been studying history rn but lost the voices so here ya go, Misaki x Reader with cramming history <3

Who knew university could be this exhausting?  With a test looming over you tomorrow, you are supposed to be sitting at your desk, revising the mountain of notes and textbooks. Instead, you found yourself venting in SlaughterHouse:

<@Y/N>: I’m gonna die. This test is actually going to kill me. If I disappear tomorrow, tell the history teacher I hope they stub their toe every morning.

<@goreboy>: lmao, takeN down by a History test? Pathetic. The past ain't evEn fightin' baCk.

<@Angelic>: Be nice now, Ronin. (But good luck, Y/N! You got this!)

<@Y/N>: No, I don’t got this. My brain is mush. History is stupid. Who even cares about what happened hundreds of years ago??

<@goreboy>: Your teacher, apparently.

<@Angelic>:  It is important to know and appreciate history, but I get it. Tests are stressful. Maybe take a break?

<@Y/N>:  I haven’t even started yet…

You sighed, already not looking forward to the rest of the night. You were about to type another message when-

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Your head snapped up, not expecting someone at this hour. The sound was familiar, a little too rhythmic, as if the person on the other side was trying to be dramatic.

The voice of a certain assassin spoke up through the door, oddly cheerful as always:

Misaki: “Hellooooo? Your personal tutor has arrived! Don’t make me break in!”

Your eyes widened in shock as knocks turned into louder thumps, you can feel the door slowly giving up. Scrambling out of your chair and rushing to open the door, you were greeted with Misaki, who was grinning like they had just won a lottery.

She had her backpack over one shoulder, dressed in an oversized hoodie that was definitely stolen from you at some point, and a little too excited for something as painful as studying.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming.” you said, stepping aside so they could enter.

Misaki smiled: “Didn’t need to. I knew you were suffering, and as your loving partner, it’s my duty to rescue you.” She plopped on your couch, stretching her legs across the cushions.

“So? Where’s the damage?”

You glanced towards your desk: “Everywhere.”

Misaki let out a dramatic gasp: “Tragic.”

Then, with a smirk, she patted the spot beside her. “C’mon, love. We’re gonna get through this together.”

You sighed, grabbing your notes and sat down beside them.

Misaki wasted no time making themself comfortable, immediately pulling out your papers and flipping through them with a whistle: "Damn, no wonder you're suffering. These info could fit an entire library.”

"You’re not helping.” You sighed

 "That’s why I’m here silly!”

And so, the studying began.

She started with the basics, quizzing you on key events and important names. At first, you struggled, fumbling over dates and mixing up figures, but with each correction and playful remark from Misaki, things finally started to stick.

After what felt like eternity, Misaki spoke up, their pen tapping against the table: “Alright, pop quiz. Who was the first emperor of Japan?”

You groaned in exhaustion: “Didn’t we just go over this 15 minutes ago?”

Misaki smirks:“Yeah, and?”

You smiled for a bit before answering: “Emperor Jimmu.”

“Ding ding ding!” She tossed the pen aside and clapped: “See? You are learning.”

“Barely.” You fall back against the couch: “This is torture.”

Misaki hummed thoughtfully and suddenly grinned: “Oh! I know how to make it less painful.”

You raised an eyebrow: “I don’t trust that look.”

She leaned in, mischievousness in her eyes. “How about a reward system? For every correct answer, you get a prize.”

 “What kind of prize?” You asked, hesitant and confused.

Right then, Misaki leaned forward and pressed a quick, soft kiss to your lips. It was barely more than a slight brush but still, it sent a flame that burns your cheeks. Pulling back, she smirked at your stunned reaction.

“Like that,” they said, tilting their head playfully: “Motivation, y’know?”

“That’s cheating.” You answered, still blushing.

“Pfft, no it’s not.” She nudged you: “It’s called ‘positive reinforcement’.”

You let out a defeated sigh but couldn’t stop the smile forming: “Fine, what’s the next question?”

For the next hour, Misaki was relentless, shoving you with question after question and rewarding your correct answers with soft kisses and playful praises. And, somehow, despite the exhaustion slowly gnawing at your brain, studying didn’t feel so miserable anymore.

But still, even with their enthusiasm, you could tell she was getting tired too. Their voice was softer, their words slower, and they kept rubbing at their eyes between questions.

“I think we need a break,” you finally said, stretching your arms: “I’m gonna grab something to eat. Want anything?”

Misaki grinned, leaning back against the couch: “Surprise me.”

You chuckled: “Oh I’ll be damned then.”

Getting up and heading to the kitchen, you weren’t gone for long - just enough time to make some tea and grab a few snacks, but when you returned, you paused in the doorway.

Misaki had fallen asleep...

They sprawled on the table, arms folded under their head like a makeshift pillow. The notes and textbooks were still all around her, one of them left open to a page she had been quizzing you on earlier. Her breaths were slow and steady, and even in sleep, she looked peaceful and carefree.

You felt a small smile creeping on your lips as you set the snacks and tea on the table.

"You always act like you're just here to mess around," you muttered, more to yourself than her. "But you really do care about me, huh?"

Misaki didn’t need to come over. She could have just sent some dumb memes in the group chat and gone about her night. But instead, she showed up, just because she knew you were struggling.

A warm feeling settled in your chest as you reached for the blanket on the couch, carefully draping it over her shoulders, tucking it around her so she wouldn’t get cold.                    

“Thanks, Misaki,” you whispered, brushing a few strands of hair from their face.

Rather than waking her, you decided to make use of the quiet. Sitting down, you flipped through your notes, rereading the sections she had quizzed you on. Somehow, the information stuck better now, maybe because of her, because you wanted to make their  effort worth it.

The room was silent except for the occasional rustle of paper and the soft rhythm of Misaki’s breathing. Eventually, the words on the page began to blur and exhaustion settled deep in your bones. With a sigh, you set your notes aside and glanced at Misaki.

Smiling to yourself, you shifted closer, resting your head beside her. The warmth of the blanket she shared and the steady rise and fall of her breathing made it easy to drift off.

And, for once, history didn’t seem so bad...

P/S: expect more Misaki content yall :3

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me when misaki me when assassin me when *explodes in silliness*

Hi sorry if you haven’t already can you please do hc of Misaki from KC in a relationship with mc/us

Please and thank you very much <3

Misaki constantly spoils you with little gifts—stickers, handmade trinkets, or random snacks—just because they saw something and thought, "Oh, this is so them!"

They steal your clothes at every opportunity, and if you're long-distance, they mail you their hoodies so you can “trade scents” like some kind of feral bonding ritual.

They’re ridiculously clingy in private—hanging off you, draping themselves over your shoulders, or just wrapping around you like a koala.

If they ever have a bad day, their cure is crawling into your lap and forcing you to watch cartoons with them until they feel better.

They cannot sit still for the life of them. If you're watching a movie together, expect them to get up randomly and start stretching or pacing like a caged animal.

They flirt constantly, but the second you flirt back, they get all flustered and start stammering like they weren’t prepared for their own game.

They overthink everything. If you text a simple “okay,” they will spiral, convinced they’ve done something wrong.

They try so hard to act cool, but they trip over their own feet at least once a day. They just get back up and pretend it didn’t happen.

They love hyping you up—if you so much as send them a picture of your outfit, they’ll spam you with “DAMN, BABE, WHO LET YOU BE THIS HOT??”

They have severe imposter syndrome and often feel like they’re not good enough for you, even if they never say it out loud.

If you’re ever sad, their first instinct is to make you laugh—bad jokes, silly impressions, or physically picking you up and spinning you until you smile.

They refuse to talk about their family issues, brushing it off with a "Pfft, it's nothing!" even when it's obviously something.

If you hold their hand in public, they will act cool about it, but their brain is just playing elevator music because they’re so flustered.

They will absolutely send you the most unhinged texts at 3 AM, like "What if we were raccoons stealing hot dogs behind a 7/11? Would you still love me?"

They believe in aliens and will go on passionate rants about UFO conspiracies if you let them.

They have the worst diet—junk food and cup noodles, but they will absolutely remember your favorite meal and get it for you whenever they can.

If you get hurt, even if it’s just a paper cut, they will dramatically gasp and act like you’ve been mortally wounded.

They tease you a lot but will get whiny if you tease them back too much. "HEY, I'm the one who does the bullying, not you!!"

If you ever left them, they would pretend everything is fine but secretly shut down, burying themselves in work or reckless behavior to cope.

They love hearing you talk about your passions—even if they don’t fully understand, they’ll listen with heart eyes, nodding like you’re explaining the secrets of the universe.

Misaki doodles on your arm absentmindedly when they’re bored—little stars, hearts, or even tiny versions of you and them holding hands.

They send you voice notes instead of texts half the time because they think their voice will “convey the vibe better” (it’s just them rambling and giggling).

They insist on giving you a cute nickname, but it's always something chaotic like "my little crime partner" or "snack gremlin."

If they’re ever away for a job, they spam you with texts like "Don’t die while I’m gone, babe, or I’ll have to haunt you."

When they get overwhelmed, they shut down completely, just lying on the floor and groaning until you drag them back to reality.

They get jealous in the dumbest ways—if a cat rubs against your leg instead of theirs, they’ll be like “Wow. Betrayal.”

If you surprise them with a gift, they get so emotional about it, clutching it to their chest like it’s the most valuable thing in the world.

They hum random songs when they’re in a good mood, especially while cuddling you—it’s usually some hyper pop song or a random anime OP.

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Fright night!

Horror movie night with V, what could go wrong?

It started with a casual text from Angel in SlaughterHouse: <@Angelic>: Gonna see that new rom-com tonight with Misaki. Looks dumb but kinda cute tho <3 <@hitmeuppp>: if it’s bad we can at least laugh at it lmao <@Angelic>: Exactly. You smiled at your phone. It wasn’t surprising, Misaki always enjoy making fun of corny, sappy movies, and Angel, despite being known for her sharp wit and playful nature, couldn't resist a good love story, no matter how over-the-top it was. It gave you an idea. <@Y/N>: Sounds fun. Maybe I’ll do a movie night too. <@Angelic>: With V? *Gosh Angel knew you so well. * <@Y/N>: Yeah, maybe... He likes movies, right? <@hitmeuppp>: he seems like the documentary type ngl <@Angelic>: Or old classics. Maybe he’ll let you pick something ? There was definitely hesitation, Valentin was always the responsible one, the guy with refined taste and careful choices. He’d probably suggest something deep and thought-provoking like “Schindler's list” or “Inception”, and your mind will actually explode trying to process them. And honestly? You just wanted to cuddle up and watch something silly or entertaining. So you took a chance. <@Y/N>: @K9 , movie night? My pick this time please? A minute later, he responded: <@K9>: Alright, I trust your choice. You grinned, this will be great. You’ll pick something light, maybe a bit thrilling but not too intense. A fun, cozy night together. And then, of course, Ronin just had to show up. <@goreboy>: oH? a movie Night? <@Y/N>: …Yes? <@goreboy>: what kinda movie we talkin’ here? <@Y/N>: Something fun I guess? <@goreboy>: “fun” as in roMance thE lovey-doveY thing oR “fun” as In The Texas ChainsAw MassacRe? You froze, that was not the direction you wanted this to go. <@Y/N>: The first one, I still want to keep my soul intact. <@goreboy>: booorIng. lucKy for you, i Got the perFect pick. A second later, he dropped a movie title. You shivered at the name before quickly looking it up. You aren’t taking any chances. Your stomach dropped as the search results screamed "most terrifying horror experience of the decade", "psychological terror that will leave you paranoid for weeks", and "viewers reported sleeping with the lights on for a month." No, absolutely not. <@Y/N>: NO. <@goreboy>: YES!!! <@hitmeuppp>: LMAO. Good luck with that. <@Angelic>:  I think it’s a great choice. <@Y/N>: WHY ARE YALL LIKE THIS.

Just then, Ronin sent you a DM: <@goreboy>: looK, darlin’. if Ya watch a hoRror movIe with V, he’ll havE no choice buT to hold yOu close When you get sCared, Trust me on tHis. You frowned at your screen, blushing at the suggestion. <@Y/N>: …Go away. <@goreboy>:  have fun~ At this point, you should have just refused and go with your original plan. But when you brought it up to Valentin, he just smiled slightly and said: "I don’t mind. It’ll be interesting to see how you handle it." Oh, it was a trap, and you fell right into it… Sitting on Valentin’s couch, you were deeply regretting every life decisions. The movie wasn’t just scary, it was pure nightmare fuel. The kind of horror that didn’t rely on cheap jumpscares but on pure, psychological terror. It crept under your skin and spine, got into your head, made every shadows in the room feel a little too dark, a little too human... And to make it even worse? You were watching it with V, who was completely unfazed. "You’re awfully quiet." he commented, glancing at you as another disturbing scene played out. You swallowed hard: "I’m fine, don’t worry about it." Valentin’s gaze turned to your grip on the couch as if you could tear it off. He smirked but said nothing. The movie continued, and it only grew worse. The kind of eerie silence that made you tense, knowing something horrible was coming behind you. And then… The most gut-wrenching, horrific jumpscare of the entire film hit. You screamed, instinctively grabbing Valentin’s arm and clinging for your dear life. Your heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might explode at any moment. "Well that was a strong reaction." He said, amused. "I hate this…" you whimpered. "You chose to watch it." "Ronin chose it!" He raised an eyebrow: "And you still listened?" You groaned: "I make bad choices, okay?" After a minute or two, Valentin exhaled, a hint of concern: "You feeling better now?" You laid still, burying  your face in his shoulder: "Why did I listen to Ronin?" "That’s a question you should ask yourself more often," he smiled. As another terrifying scene starts playing. You squeezed your eyes shut, refusing to look at the screen. Valentin shifted beside you, adjusting so you were tucked against him more comfortably. "You know," he spoke up, his voice as casual as if you weren’t on the verge of passing out, "you could stop watching. Would that be better?" "And leave myself alone in the dark? Absolutely not. Besides, if I stop now, I’ll just imagine worse things."

"Reasonable.”.

…

By the time the credits finally rolled, you felt like you had aged ten years. "Well," Valentin said, stretching. "That was quite the experience." You turned to him, questioning your own ears: "Fun?" He smiled softly: "You survived, didn’t you?" "Barely." Just then, a notification popped up in the group chat. <@Angelic>: How’s the movie night going? <@Y/N>: I think I lost ten years of my life. <@hitmeuppp>: lmao, weak <@Angelic>: Misaki, you literally screamed during the rom-com just because the guy showed up out of nowhere to surprise her. <@hitmeuppp>: jumpscares ARE jumpscares You grinned, shaking your head. At least you weren’t the only one who suffered tonight.

You dropped your head against Valentin’s shoulder, desperately in need of a sweet treatment: "I need something happy. Or candy. Or both." Valentin thought for a few seconds before standing up:"Come on, then." You blinked, surprised that worked: "Huh?" He grabbed his jacket: "Late-night snack run. You’ve earned it." You stared at him, then sighed in relief, getting up to follow. Maybe tonight wasn’t a complete disaster…

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ah yes i may as well partake in spreading angel love <3

I heard that you wanted angel requests? I've got a prompt!

Angel trying her very best to help an overworked Partner recover from being stressed/tried from all the work they're doing and in trying to help her partner, Angel realizes that SHE is being overworked by her manager.

Hello, darling~ I'm not sure if I did it right--- especially that it's short. However, I hope you feel the same comfort as they feel. Being overworked and stressed from work is unhealthy whatever the situation may be. So writing about the reader today gave me some sort of connection in myself as well. I hope you enjoy it ;000 lots of love from Ray<33

Overworked

Ugh, writing is my passion but why do I feel so tired?

You couldn't believe it. Writing had always been your passion, but now it felt like a curse. A struggle that clawed at your mind, leaving nothing but exhaustion in its wake. Deadlines loomed over you like a dark cloud, suffocating, ever-pressing. It wasn't just the deadline itself that weighed you down, but the expectations— your fans clamoring for another gripping tale, another thrilling short story about your infamous serial killer characters, especially about the one who had become a legend among them: Heartsick Angel.

And then there was your agent. The man who seemed to have no understanding of the creative process. He wasn't just pushing you; he was demanding the impossible. Work after work, pressure upon pressure. It was as if he thought you could conjure masterpieces out of thin air without the grueling process of plotting, drafting, revising, and editing. If only he knew what it took to craft the perfect story, to bring a world to life. You sighed, your head resting on your arm, slumped over your desk. The empty document on your laptop screen taunted you with its unyielding blankness. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, but no words came. How long had it been since you last ate? Since you last drank anything other than caffeine? You didn't know anymore. Time blurred when you were trapped in this cycle of stress and burnout.

I can’t wait to see my love… My Angel…

Then, the front door creaked open. A familiar presence washed over you, and suddenly, the weight pressing down on your chest lifted, if only slightly.

Angel was home.

For months now, you had been living together, a decision she had made because, as she put it, "I want to see you every day." And now, even though exhaustion radiated from her as she stepped inside, her mere presence was enough to bring you some semblance of comfort.

"Welcome home," you murmured, barely lifting your head.

She smiled softly, crossing the room with easy familiarity before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. "Hey, how are you?" she asked, wrapping her arms around you.

"I'm fine," you lied.

She knows you’re lying, she doesn’t even need to ask.

Angel pulled back just enough to study your face, eyes narrowing slightly. "Don't lie to me, love. You don't sound okay."

You exhaled, feeling the tension ease just a bit at her gentle touch as she stroked your hair. "It's fine. You're tired too. I don't want you to worry about me."

I just… Rather not be a burden to you… You already do so much for me.

"You don't bother me, love," she whispered. "How about we take a break? We can talk about it in bed, yeah?" Her smile was so sweet, so warm, and when she kissed your cheek, you found yourself nodding without hesitation.

But maybe a little time with your lover won’t be so bad.

Soon, you were both settled in bed, your favorite beverages in hand, a small plate of snacks sitting between you. The air felt lighter here, away from your desk, from the burden of that blank document. It was just you and Angel, and for the first time all day, you felt like you could breathe.

You took a deep breath. "It's just... I have to write a short story in a few days, and my agent is being a real dick about it. The deadlines keep getting shorter, the expectations keep rising, and I'm just... I'm exhausted." You ran your fingers through your hair in frustration. "I feel like I'm drowning in all of this. I'm so tired, Angel. I just... I want to escape. I want it all to stop, even just for a little while."

She listened intently, never once interrupting, her presence grounding you as you let out everything you had been holding inside.

Then, she shifted, her warmth settling over you as she kissed your neck, her touch gentle yet firm, like she could pull every negative thought out of your mind just by holding you close.

"Honestly," she murmured, "one thing I've learned from you is that agents can be absolute dicks." She let out a soft chuckle. "At first, I thought Finian wasn't the worst until you made me realize my worth... and how I should dispose of him.”

There was a dark humor in her words, one that only you two could share.

She sighed, her breath warm against your skin. "And even now, with my new manager, I still feel overworked. He's better than Finian, but I'm starting to notice it again—the exhaustion, the constant need to maintain a perfect image. The stone smile, the flawless performance everyone expects. It never ends." She buried her face in your neck. "God, you're making me realize how just tired I am too."

Perhaps we’re just similar. The struggling the same thing.

You tightened your hold on her. "Are you okay?"

She nodded against you. "I'm alright. But I think we both need to start taking care of ourselves better." She pulled back slightly, her forehead resting against yours, her expression soft but firm. "And please, if you ever need to dispose of him," she whispered, a teasing glint in her eyes, "I'm here. I am your girlfriend, after all.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. "And you should consider asking your manager for a break, or Ronin might do something about it."

Ronin was always there for both of you. He cares about you both that much.

She laughed, the sound easing something inside you. "I swear I can handle it, baby."

You took another sip of your drink, setting the empty mug aside. The plush cow on the nightstand stared back at you, a quiet reminder of the small comforts that existed beyond your work. When you turned back to Angel, she was already watching you.

"You know," you murmured, reaching for her hand, "when I'm with you, everything just fades away. All the stress, the frustration... it doesn't matter anymore." You entwined your fingers with hers, bringing her hand to your lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. "I love you, Angel. You make all my worries disappear."

Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned in, her lips brushing against yours in a chaste, lingering kiss. "You make me feel everything," she whispered against your lips. "I feel safe with you. I feel happy. You have no idea how much you mean to me."

You have no idea how you make me feel. Your presence brightens up my day, my heart feels lighter than ever, and my emotions feel so swell than heavy.

The snacks were forgotten as you both curled into each other, the weight of the day slowly slipping away. Angel played with your hair, her fingers tracing soothing patterns against your scalp.

"You know," she mused, "Ronin would say, 'I get all my best murder ideas in my dreams’. Maybe you just need to rest. Maybe if you dream, you'll find the inspiration you're looking for."

You hummed in agreement, almost dozing off, shifting until she was snugly pressed against your chest, your arm draped protectively around her.

So… Comforting… Snugly… I love her so much

"Goodnight, my sweetheart," she murmured.

"Goodnight, my angel," you whispered back, your eyes slipping shut.

And that night, you dreamed.

A dream of you and Angel, of stolen moments and whispered confessions, of laughter and longing, of a bond

that only grew stronger the more you unraveled each other. You saw glimpses of a story unfolding—one filled with emotion, conflict, passion.

You had a story to tell.

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Rough night?

Misaki x Angel short fic

tw for character spoilers names

...

Misaki wasn’t sure how they ended up here. Just an hour ago she was washing the blood off her hands in some shady gas station bathroom and before they knew it, she was knocking on Angel’s door, exhausted and smelling like cheap soap.

Angel took one look at at Misaki's messy hair, their trembling fingers and a face that screams sleep-deprivation before stepping aside to let her in: “You look like hell,”

“Thanks, I try.” Misaki smirked, masking their exhaustion.

Angel sighed, tossing a blanket over Misaki the moment she sat on the couch before handing her a warm mug of tea: "Have a drink."

Misaki took it, letting the warmth spread through her hands: “You know, for someone with a reputation like yours, you’re surprisingly soft.”

Angel raised an eyebrow, sitting down besides her: “And for someone who kills people for a living, you’re surprisingly bad at taking care of yourself.”

Misaki grinned: “Fair.” She took a sip of the tea. Chamomile. Of course, Angel would pick something meant to calm her down.

They sat in silence for a moment before Angel spoke up: “Rough night?”

Misaki hesitated, then shrugged: “Not really. Just… one of those nights where you don’t feel like going home, you know?”

Angel didn’t press. Instead, she simply eaned a little closer, her perfume cutting through the lingering scent of iron on her lover's skin.

Misaki took another sip of their tea, letting the warmth settle in her chest, not just from the drink, but from the comforting presence beside her. The exhaustion was still there, but somehow, it felt lighter now.

“…You know, I think I could get used to this,” Misaki muttered, leaning back against the couch.

Angel rolled her eyes but didn’t move away: “Just don’t make it a habit of showing up half-dead.”

"No promises." Misaki grinned.

"Guess I’ll have to keep the first aid kit stocked, then."

"Guess so," Misaki murmured before allowing themself to close their eyes, to just enjoy the moment.

Maybe tonight wasn't so bad after all...

[lilygoofywritingcave]

Happy Valentine's Day !!!!

Oh, it seems a certain member in Slaughterhouse has sent you a letter, are you brave enough to open it?

Spoilers warning for character names

Misaki, the ever silly contract killer

"To Y/N, the chaos to my mayhem (or Whatever Romantic Crap I’m Supposed to Say),

Alright, so listen, uhh I was just planning on sending you a pic of a raccoon holding a heart and call it a day, BUT APPARENTLY that’s not “romantic” enough. Smh. So now I’m here, struggling to put actual words together instead of just sending you a keyboard smash and hoping you get the vibe.

So. Uh. Lily. You menace. Do you have ANY idea what you've done to me?? I’ll see something stupid n immediately think, “Oh, Y/N would laugh at this.” Like. That’s so weird. That’s EMBARRASSING. I save memes just to send you at 3AM, YOU are why Im having sleep deprivation (the good kind ofc). I would smile at my phone like an absolute idiot whenever your name pops up. It’s sick. You did this to me.

Also. Explain why you write me like I’m some cool badass when I’m just some gremlin with a knife and a rifle. Like. Hello??? Ma’am???? I do crimes, that's no news, but then you come along with your little fics n suddenly I feel like maybe, just maybe, I’m not just the sum of all the bad things I’ve done. I don’t know how to process that. Or you. You make my brain short-circuit without needing to doomscroll Tiktok.

ANYWAY. Point is, you’re mine now. No take-backs. Stuck with me forever, I will continue to be the most annoying gremlin in your life, sending you unhinged voice notes, and remind you every day that you matter. Because you do. A lot. (EW I HATE HOW SAPPY THAT SOUNDED MOVE ON PLS...)

...Okay, I think I’ve reached my emotional limit. I need to go set something on fire to balance this out. Or at least, like, flip a table.

Happy Valentine’s, silly.

Misaki Katsuo"

V, cold outside but cares more than you know

"To dear Y/N, Valentine’s Day seems to demand people to express affection for each other, something flowery and poetic. Although I consider traditions like that often exaggerated, but it felt unfair for you. So, I’ll keep this simple, for your sake.

You... matter to me, more than I would want to admit. You’ve become a part of my life in a way I didn’t expect, it is frankly troublesome how often my thoughts wander to you. And despite my usual preference for order, I don’t mind the chaos you bring. In fact… I think I’d miss it if it were gone.

I could compose some poetical metaphor, comparing you to the moon, the stars, or whatever romantic nonsense one is expected to write in a letter such as this, but I won’t waste your time.

Just know that if you ever need me, whether for something important or as simple as spending time together, you have only to say the word and I'll always be there.

Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N.

"Valentin Viljoen"

Angel, sweet and dangerous like a rose

To My Love, Happy Valentine’s Day.

I know, I know, cheesy, cliché, overhyped day… but I don’t care. Today is just another excuse for me to remind you how much you mean to me, and I’ll take it.

You, you are the one thing in my life that feels real, no cameras, no flashing lights, no expectations to be perfect. Just us, and I need that more than I ever realized.

I’m not easy to love, am I? Always getting caught up in my work, in my image, in making sure everything and everyone is okay… but you? You remind me that I’m more than what people see. That I’m allowed to breathe, to be a little selfish, to take up space in someone's life without feeling guilty.

You make me feel like I’m enough. And I don’t know if I’ve ever felt that before.

So, for today, no, for always, I want you to know that I love you. In the quiet moments, in the chaos, in every way I know how. I love you when I get overwhelmed and you remind me to rest. I love you when you make me laugh so hard I forget whatever stress was eating at me. I love you when you’re just, you.

I don’t say it enough, but thank you, for seeing me, for staying, for being the best thing to ever happen to me.

Now, let’s turn off our phones, ignore the world for a while, and just be together. That’s all I really want.

Your Angel,

Maria de la Rosa

And lastly, the devil himself, Ronin

to my dearest darlin’ Y/N,

there’s always a certain rhythm to a heartbeat. steady, but unique for everyone. funny little thing, really. you press your fingers just right, and there it is: life, thumpin’ away under the fragile skin. but oh, how delicate it is. how easy it Is to destroy

. tell me darlin', have you ever wonder, what it takes to keep that aorta singin’? how much someone’s got Left in ‘em before rotting away? or how love can sink its teeth in deep, turning even the purest souls dark, twisting the light ‘til it don’t shine the same no more?

ironic, ain't it? how even the worst of ‘em, either gutted or broken, still has a heart. just like yours, still beating, lively as ever, a reminder that you’re here and you’re real. that you’re eVerythin’, my everything.

and isn't that a beautiful thing? to havE you readin’ this, seeing the devil puttin' his feelings into words. there ain't no poetrY sweet enough, no god powerful enough to take it away.

Over and over, i think about you, about the way you laugh, the way you exist. about how this world feels a little less, rotten with you in it. Understand this, darlin', you got me by your side. for as long as that pretty little heart of yours beats, you and i will face whatever this shitty world throws at us, together.

Don't ever forget that. And don’t think for a second i’d ever let you go. Remember this and Listen close. It's always been you and you only. Nothing will ever change that.

happy valentine’s, darlin’.

—r. beaufort

(P/S: you know how i play, let's get that pretty brain to work)

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Dances, Disasters and Everything in Between (part 2 - final)

It's finally done, thanks everyone for the love from discord :3

After that announce ment, Luca spent the entire day following and begging Feli, pleading his case like a man on death row: “Please, please, please, just an hour a day - no, half an hour! I’ll owe you forever!” Feli barely spared him a glance as she flipped through her notebook. “You say that as if your debt would be worth anything.” Luca clutched his chest dramatically. “Ouch. Come on, Feli, you’re good at this stuff! You wouldn’t leave a poor, struggling student behind, would you?” Feli crosse her arms: “What makes you think I have time to waste on tutoring someone who clearly hasn’t opened a book in months?” Luca gave her his best, most dramatic pleading expression like a puppy: “Because you have a kind, beautiful, generous soul?” Feli looks unimpressed. “That’s not going to work on me.” "Please.....!" After hours of persistent begging, interrupted by Angel filming his “pathetic downfall” and Ronin openly placing bets on when he’d give up, Feli finally caved. “Fine,” she sighed, shutting her notebook. “But if you slack off, I’m out.” Luca beamed out a smile so bright Feli thought she was staring into the sun: “Yes! You won’t regret this! I swear I’ll be the most dedicated student you’ve ever had!” Feli cut him off with a sharp look. “I'm already regreting this.” As the school day ended, Luca flopped onto his bed, exhausted from his efforts. Ronin is probably outside, already planning how to piss V off again. Just as he was about to close his eyes, his phone buzzed.

Misaki: “GUESS WHO BEGGED THEIR OWN WAY INTO HELL” Luca unlocked his phone, confused, only to see a series of screenshots. There were dozens upon dozens of texts filled the screen of Misaki spamming Valentin with messages, each one more chaotic than the last. Misaki: hey hey hey hey hey hey v please i will literally die think of our future kids /j what if I promise to stop drawing offensive portraits of the principal? (ok I won’t actually but still - ) v???? v please respond v u there? v i can see u reading this, don't hide v i know where u live v im coming over (...) And finally, Valentin’s reluctant, exhausted reply: Valentin: “Fine. Just stop texting me. My phone is about to combust from all these notifications.” Luca laughed before typing back: “Damn, you really harassed him into submission.” Misaki: “Yeah. He said he’d help if I left him alone. Worth it.” Misaki: “Guess we’re both suffering now.” Luca: “At least we’ll suffer for a good cause.” Misaki: “Yeah. We better have a damn blast at this prom.” Luca: “Hell yeah.”

When Luca's academic comeback journey began, he surprisingly takes it pretty seriously (not like Valentin, but, more than usual...) . Every day after classes, they would meet in the library, turning Luca's usual hideout into a study corner.

At first, Feli expected him to zone out, crack jokes, or lose focus within minutes, but to her surprise, he actually tried. He struggled, that's for sure, sometimes groaning dramatically and flopping over his notebook as if it stabbed him in the back, but he never quit. “You’re improving, slowly, but visible” Feli admitted one afternoon, tapping her pen against his worksheet. Luca leaned back in his chair, arms behind his head, flashing a smug grin. “So you’re saying I’m a genius? When will my Nobel prize comes I wonder.” “I said ‘improving,’ not ‘miraculous recovery. Now get back to that worksheet.’” His grin changed into an exaggerated pout before he sighed and got back to work. That didn’t stop him from sneaking in little comments and teases just to get a reaction out of her. “You’re pretty scary when you’re focused, you know?” he mused one day, twirling his pencil. “Not in a bad way, though. It’s kinda cute.” Feli nearly dropped her pen. “Do your work,” she said quickly, staring down at the page. Despite her irritation, her ears burned at the compliment, which only fueled Luca’s amusement. It didn’t take long for others to notice the change in him. Ronin raised an eyebrow when he caught Luca actually taking notes in class instead of dozing off. “Who are you and what have you done with my dumbass friend? Is the doppelganger already here?” Angel, overhearing, smirked. “I think we all know what, or rather, who made that happened.” She nudged Feli playfully. Feli huffed, rolling her eyes. “He just doesn’t want to fail. And I agreed to help.” Angel grinned knowingly. “Uh-huh. Sure...” Even Valentin seemed suspicious of Luca’s sudden dedication. When he caught him skimming through a textbook at lunch, he crossed his arms. “So, what’s the end goal here? Do you actually care about your grades, or are you just trying to impress someone? Even Misaki is not trying this hard.” Luca, mid-bite into his sandwich, nearly choked. “What, dude, I just don’t wanna flunk out of the prom!” Valentin didn’t seem convinced but let it slide.

Meanwhile... Misaki's version of tutoring, however, looked very different from Luca’s. Where Luca sat quietly in the library with Feli, Misaki was sprawled over a café table, doodling nonsense in the corner of their notebook while Valentin flipped through flashcards with the look of a man regretting every life decision that led him here. “Misaki, you need to at least pretend to try,” he said, rubbing his temple. “I am trying,” she groans: “Trying not to explode.” Valentin sighed: “Fine. If you answer three questions correctly, I’ll buy you lunch, we all know you would never say no that.” Misaki immediately sat up, eyes gleaming. “You should’ve led with that.” Valentin gave her a tired look: “Unbelievable.” Misaki answered the first two questions with relative ease. The third one, however, was met with a mischievous smirk. “If I get this one right,” she said, tapping their chin, “you have to admit that you like me.” Valentin blinked. “What?” “You heard me. If I’m right, you have to admit that you secretly like me. It's so obvious already dude” “That’s not, why would I, ...” He exhaled sharply, composing himself. “Misaki, just answer the question.” She gave the correct answer effortlessly, then leaned forward with a smug grin. “Well?” Valentin stared at her, looking equal parts exhausted and unimpressed. “I am not playing your game.” “Oh, but you are.” Misaki grins as she leans closer “And, V, you’re losing.” He tries to calm himself down, simply taking a slow sip of his coffee as if that would block out her presence: "Now get back to that work sheet." Misaki only smiled wider. She still got her free meal and basically survived on that for nutrients every time she studies with Valentin, trying to save money for "reasonable" purposes.

… As days passed, Feli found herself looking forward to their study sessions. Luca didn't treat her like she was a fragile girl and never hesitated to tease her, and always filled the space with an easy and bright warmth that's easily contagious. She wasn’t used to that. Maybe, just maybe, she started to enjoy his company a little too much. One evening, they were reviewing math problems when Luca went quiet. Feli looked up from her notes and found him slumped over, head resting on his folded arms, completely knocked out. His breathing was slow and steady, his expression peaceful for once without his usual grin. She stared for a moment longer than necessary. Luca's usual boundless energy was gone, replaced by the steady rise and fall of his breathing. His head rested on his folded arms, his messy hair spilling over his notebook with the pencil still loosely gripped in his fingers. His face, usually lit up with mischief or exaggerated expressions, looked peaceful in sleep, unguarded, soft, maybe even cute? Feli just sat there, taking him in. For all his teasing and recklessness, he had worked hard for this. Harder than she and anyone expected. And despite how often he made her sigh in defeat, she couldn't deny it, he'd grown on her, and the roots are starting to reach her heart. A small smile tugged at her lips. “Gosh, you silly,” she whispered “Did you stay up to study again?” Luca didn't respond, of course, just shifted slightly, his hair catching the warm glow of the library’s light. Her fingers twitched. Before she could stop herself, she reached forward, hesitating just above his golden curls. Would he wake up if she touched them? Would they feel as soft as they looked? Her heart picked up speed. Carefully, she leaned in, her gaze flickering to his face. His lips were slightly parted, his expression vulnerable in a way she rarely saw.

Closer... And closer... Her breath caught as she tilted forward, just enough to... BANG! The library doors slammed open. “Move, move, move!” Ronin came barreling inside, nearly knocking over a chair in his rush. Feli jolted back so fast she almost tipped her own chair over, her pulse hammering in her ears. Across from her, Luca stirred, mumbling something but remained asleep. Feli pressed a hand over her chest, trying to calm her heart down. Ronin, meanwhile, had no clue he had just ruined a moment. Ronin spotted them and immediately dove behind their table, crouched behind it like a soldier diving for cover “What the..?” Feli started, but then the doors banged open again. Valentin stormed in, scanning the room like a hawk. “Where is he?” Feli blinked, feigning innocence. “Who?” Valentin narrowed his eyes: "Gosh I don't have time for this, tell him that if he ever waste my time before a meeting like this consider the prom over for him." He shot one last glare around the library before turning and leaving. A silence moment passed. Ronin peeked out. “...Think he bought it?” Luca, still half-asleep, mumbled: “No one ever buys it.” Feli facepalms herself, whatever moment she’d almost had? Ruined.

After weeks of preparing, it was time to put their effort to the test. Luca tapped his pencil against the desk, eyes flicking between the clock and his paper. His leg bounced under the table. Five minutes left. Across the room, Feli looked at him, worried, hoping he could calm down. Meanwhile, Misaki sat hunched over their test, gripping their pencil like a lifeline. “I studied this,” she muttered. “Why does it look like hieroglyphics?” She glared at V, who was calmly writing. "This is your fault" she thought bitterly. “Time’s up,” the teacher called. Luca’s stomach dropped. Misaki groaned like they’d been sentenced to death. ... Althought the test was bad, the waiting phase was somehow worse. Luca flipped between confidence self and a man having an existantial crisis. “What if I thought I did well but actually bombed?” Feli sighed. “Then we burn your textbooks and live in the mountains.” Luca smiles. calming down for a bit: "We? Does that mean we'll go together?" ... Misaki, on the other hand, won't leave the poor president alone. “Are you sure I passed?” “Eighty percent sure.” Valentin sighed “WHAT HAPPENED TO A HUNDRED?!” Valentin looks at her, his face flat as usual: “You either passed or you didn’t, Misaki. Freaking out won’t change it one bit.” “I’m haunting you if I fail.” "I'll get some holy water in case then"

…

The morning of the test results felt heavier than usual. Luca stood in front of the bulletin board, staring at the list of scores before he finally found his name. His breath caught. “I… I passed?” He blinked in disbelief, as if the letters and numbers might rearrange themselves if he decides to look away. Turning to Feli, he searched her face for confirmation that this was real. She pats his shoulders: “Of course you did. I didn’t spend all those hours tutoring you for nothing.” For a split second, Luca didn’t know what to do with himself. Then, without thinking, he grabbed her and lifted her into a tight hug. “You’re the best, Feli!” She let out a startled squeak, struggling for balance. “Luca - put me down!” Meanwhile, Misaki had a completely different approach. The second they saw their own passing score (though barely), she launched at Valentin: “V, my savior!” they cried dramatically, throwing their arms around his shoulders and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. Valentin froze. His entire soul left it's body for a moment. “I, what, Misaki, ...” He flailed, ears turning slightly red. “You, please, personal space...!” Misaki just grinned. “You love me.” The excitement over test results quickly shifted to another hot topic: prom dates. This topic came by when the group was at a cafe, celebrating the after-test. Luca asked: "Well Angel, who is lucky enough to dance with the popular girl?" She groaned, rubbing her temples: “I don’t even care at this point. My locker is full of letters from people I don’t even know. I could open a freaking post office.” Ronin laughs, nudging Angel: “Oh? And here I thought you’d hold out for some rich prince charming.” Angel rolled her eyes. “Yeah, no. I need a break. You know what? Screw it. I’m going with you. You won’t be annoying, and I know you won’t pull any weird romantic stunts.” Ronin smirked. “You underestimate my flair for the dramatic.” Angel sighs: “Done. We’re going together. I can finally live in peace.” Misaki, overhearing this, turned to V with a mischievous glint in their eyes. “Well, since I already kissed you today, might as well make it official. V, be my prom date, pretty please?” V let out an exhausted sigh but didn’t argue. “Fine. I'll go with you, as a supervisor for any stunts you might pull. Just, don’t cause another disaster, please.” “No promises.” Misaki smirks playfully. That left Luca and Feli. They exchanged glances. Between tutoring sessions and trying not to fail, neither of them had time to talk to anyone else. Luca rubbed the back of his neck. “So, uh…” Feli raised an eyebrow. “I guess we’re going together too? Someone also needs to keep check on you that day.” A pause. Then Luca grinned. “Guess so.”

…

As prom day drew closer and closer, the entire university buzzed with excitement, and also desperation. The hallways were filled with whispers, confessions, and last-minute plans. Students who had been too cool to care a week ago were suddenly scrambling to find dates. The popular ones treated it like a battlefield, strategically picking partners that would boost their social standing. Others, less concerned with status, took a more chaotic approach with some holding up cardboard signs asking for dates, others writing “WILL YOU GO TO PROM WITH ME?” on whiteboards during class, hoping for a glimpse of hope. “Promposals” happened everywhere. Flowers, handwritten letters, even a flash mob that went terribly wrong when a dancer tripped and took down half the cafeteria. Meanwhile, those already found their date walked around with a smug sense of security, watching the chaos unfolds like royalties Angel, watching yet another nervous confession take place by the lockers, sighed at Ronin: “This is starting to feel like a survival game.” Ronin chuckles: “Yeah, except instead of death, you just end up awkwardly third-wheeling at prom. Is that another one trying to invite the grand 'Ice Queen' Valeria again? Poor kid.” Luca and Feli, having already decided to go together, were technically safe from the madness. “You sure you don’t wanna trade up?” he teased Feli while watching someone dramatically kneel with a bouquet nearby as if it was a wedding. She rolled her eyes: “Too late. You’re stuck with me.” Luca grins. “Lucky me then.” The day of prom had finally arrived… Luca and Ronin stood in front of a mirror, adjusting their suits. Luca wore a classic black one with a white undershirt, with a tie that looks already loosened like he had no intention of keeping it neat. Ronin, on the other hand, had fully committed to his usual “devil may care” look, his suit sharp and slightly undone, a deep red undershirt, and, just for fun, a small silver pin shaped like horns attached to his lapel. He looked like he was about to walk into a deal with the devil and definitely has no intention of losing. Luca struggled with his tie, groaning: "Why is this thing impossible?" Ronin, adjusting his own effortlessly, shot him a side glance. “It’s a piece of fabric, man.” “Yeah, well, this piece of fabric is trying to strangle me.” Ronin snorted but didn’t bother helping, instead sitting down to comb his hair. He watched Luca fuss for a moment before suddenly speaking, his usual teasing tone gone. “So… you gonna confess to Feli tonight, or what?” Luca froze, hands still on his tie. He looked at Ronin through the mirror. “What?” Ronin shrugged. “C’mon, man. You two have been dancing around it for weeks. She clearly likes you. And you definitely like her. Do the math.” Luca opened his mouth, then closed it. “I don’t know, dude. What if...” “What if she says no?” Ronin finished for him. He sighed: “Luca, I don’t think she will. But even if she does, at least you’ll know instead of driving yourself crazy.” Luca swallowed, looking back at his reflection. “…You think it’s really that obvious?” Ronin smirked. “Oh, painfully obvious.”

Meanwhile… Angel carefully ran a brush through Feli’s hair, styling it to perfection. The soft lighting of the room gave everything a warm glow, and for once, Feli actually felt… excited. Nervous, but also excited. “You look great,” Angel said, admiring her work. Feli fiddled with the edge of her dress. “I hope so.” Angel caught her expression in the mirror and grinned playfully: “Thinking about Luca?” Feli nearly choked. “What? No!” Angel raised an eyebrow. “Mhm.” Feli sighs, defeated: “Maybe.” Angel set the brush down and looks at Feli through the mirror: “So… are you gonna confess?” Feli blinked. “Huh?” Angel tilted her head. “I mean, it’s obvious you like him. He’s an idiot, but a lovable one. If you don’t make a move, he probably won’t either.” Feli bit her lip, a sudden wave of nerves crashing over her: “I don’t know…” Angel gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder: “Look, whatever happens, tonight’s gonna be great. Just enjoy yourself. And if the moment feels right? Go for it.” Feli glanced at her reflection again, her heart pounding. Maybe tonight was the night.

…

Luca arrived first, trying to straighten his messy hair, already feeling out of place in his cleaned-up suit. Near the entrance, a beautifully arranged flower booth stood, brightly decorated. Cordelia, ever the businesswoman, was casually scamming students who had forgotten to buy flowers for their dates, and that means 90% of them. Her prices had already doubled since the doors opened, and yet, people are still willing to pay. Luca approached, smiling while looking at the selection: "Yo hi Cordy, business is 'blooming', I assume? "Of course dude. Looking for something special?" Cordelia asked, looking up from the forest of flowers in her shop. "Yeah, for Feli," he admitted, grinning. Luce, sitting beside Cordelia, smiled warmly and handed him a carefully crafted flower halo. “Forget-me-nots and baby’s breath,” she said, adjusting the delicate woven stems. “Subtle, but sweet. Good choice for a date night.” Luca chuckled, taking it. “You always know what fits people best.” “I pay attention,” Luce replied simply, tying a soft ribbon around another bouquet. As he paid (an absurd price, but he let it slide), Luca thanked them before heading off, halo in hand.

He turned at the sound of hurried footsteps, Feli, looking stunning yet nervous, approached him: “Hi Luca!”

Luca held up a flower halo. “Oh hi Feli, I got this for you. Thought it’d suit you.”

Feli blinked. “You did?”

“Yeah. Cordelia robbed me, but worth every penny.”

She placed it on her head. “How do I look?”

Luca grinned. “Like a fairy princess. But one that could kick my ass.”

Feli laughed, nudging him. “Idiot.”

Angel stepped forward, effortlessly elegant in a sleek, floor-length gown. She barely had time to admire Feli before catching sight of Ronin’s questionable choice in fashion. She groaned, rubbing her temples. “Ronin... What are you wearing?” Ronin smirked, completely unbothered. His suit, while sharp, definitely has little too much personality that screams the 'devil' vibe: “A masterpiece,” Angel closed her eyes for a moment. “I should’ve expected this.” Then came Valentin, dressed… exactly how he always dressed. A classic black suit, nothing fancy, nothing extra. Just the usual him, looking like he was going to a business meeting instead of a high school dance. Luca let out a sigh: “V, you could’ve at least tried to dress more, casual...” “This is dressing up, now where's Misaki?” he replied flatly. "She's already inside, making some quick buck from the commissions booth I think" Luca chuckled. "Always on their feet when it comes to money" Ronin commented before leading them into the prom.

Inside, a corner of the gym had been claimed by the art majors. Misaki, Eliora, and Cheri. The three had set up booths for quick commissions, each one reflecting their distinct styles. As the group approached the artist booths, Eliora barely glanced up from her sketchbook. She was in the middle of a rough, dramatic portrait with deep, raw pencil strokes bringing out the angles and expressions in a way that made everyone look just a little more intense than they really were. “Eliora, what are you working on?” Luca asked, tilting his head. Eliora smirked and flipped the sketchpad around. It was Misaki. Or rather, a Misaki who looked like they belonged in some gothic tragedy, sharp lines defining their tired eyes, their slightly messy hair drawn like a stormy cloud with an eerie expression. Misaki blinked. “Damn. Do I look that haunted?” “Yes,” Eliora said flatly, before adding, “In a fun way.” Misaki took the sketch and examined it. “This is kinda sick, though. I wanna keep it.” “Pay me first.” Eliora deadpanned, flipping to a new page. Misaki, on the other hand, took a more silly and chaotic approach, drawing people in ridiculous, exaggerated scenarios. A doodle of the principal riding a unicycle while juggling flaming textbooks sat proudly on display, earning occasional horrified glances from passing teachers and students. And then there was Cheri with his sign read in perfect cursive: "I draw you as an animal based on your vibe. $5. No refunds." The group wandered over, curiosity piqued. Cheri looked up, eyeing them with a sharp, knowing gaze. “Alright,” he mused, grabbing a piece of paper. “Angel’s obviously a swan, graceful, but terrifying when pissed.” Angel smirked. “I’ll take that.” “Luca, golden retriever. No question.” Luca grinned. “I mean… fair.” “Feli? A fox. Small, sharp, and a little menacing.” Feli crossed her arms but didn’t argue. Then Cheri turned to Ronin, his expression unreadable. He scribbled something down, then flipped the page around. A rat. With a tiny bowtie. Ronin’s mouth fell open. “A rat? You gave me a rat?” Cheri shrugged, entirely unbothered. “It fits.” Ronin grabbed the paper. “This is slander.” Misaki, counting her commission money beside them, snickered. “No, this is art.” Cheri barely acknowledged her before turning to Valentin. He studied him for a long moment, tapping his pen against his chin. “…A wolf,” he finally said, sketching swiftly. The final image was poised and elegant, fur carefully lined, with a piercing gaze that screamed leader. Valentin examined it and nodded, approving. “A solid choice.” “Of course it is,” Cheri said, flicking his pen away with a smirk. “I have impeccable judgment.” Misaki leaned over the table, grinning. “And me?” Cheri stared at her. Then, with no hesitation, he scribbled something down. He flipped it around. A possum. Hanging upside down. With crazed, wide eyes. Misaki burst into laughter. “Oh, that’s perfect.” Cheri grinned. “I know.” Valentin sighed. “We should move on before Ronin actually fights him.” Ronin, still glaring at his rat drawing, muttered, “I might.” Luca patted his shoulder. “C’mon, buddy. Let’s go get you some food before you start chewing through wires.”

The group wandered toward the food station, where the rich aroma of expertly crafted dishes filled the air. Unlike the chaotic energy of the prom, this corner was strangely refined with every plate arranged with precision and executed to perfection. At the center of it all was René Takahashi, the recent MasterChef winner, standing in her crisp white chef’s coat, arms crossed as she silently observed the crowd. Her sharp eyes tracked every bite, every reaction, every subtle shift in expression from those eating her food. She was analyzing, calculating, as if ready to stab anyone that talks bad about her cooking. Besides her, leaning casually against the counter, was Valeria Zalatoris, the school's infamous Ice Queen. Fabulously dressed, a cold smirk on her lips, she watched René watching the guests, amusement flickering in her gaze. Luca, already stuffing his face with something that tasted way too good, nudged Feli. “Okay, this is actually insane. Who knew school food could be this good?” Misaki, sipping from a tiny bowl of soup, nodded. “It’s better than anything I’ve eaten all year. The university really went all out for this event huh.” Angel, ever the social butterfly, approached the counter. “René, what’s the secret? How did you manage to make something this amazing in a school kitchen?” René responds immediately, voice as cool and composed as ever: “Technique and skill.” Before Angel could push further, Valeria leaned in slightly, a teasing smug on her face: “You should feel honored, you know. René almost didn’t take this gig. But I convinced her.” Angel sighs: "Really Vale, acting all mighty and smug about food?" Valeria didn't respond, instead she leaned in and pressed a quick, deliberate peck against René’s cheek: "What's wrong when I feel proud of my girl?" A beat of stunned silence followed. Luca choked. Feli froze. Ronin, mid-bite, just stared. Misaki, with perfect timing, muttered: “Wait. Hold on. What?” Angel was the first to recover. “You two are dating?” Valeria smirked, clearly enjoying in the reactions. “Oh? Was that not obvious? Not many people fit my type ya know.” “It was definitely not,” Valentin said, brows furrowed, still trying to process it. René sighed, rubbing her temple as if enduring this was the greatest hardship of her life: “…I wasn’t hiding it either” “You also never said it,” Feli pointed out. Valeria simply chuckled, eyes gleaming with amusement as she returned to watching René analyze her dishes. “Watching her work is my entertainment.” René shot her a look again, but there was a flicker of warmth beneath the cold exterior. The group, still processing, exchanged glances before Misaki shrugged. “You know what? Good for them.” ... From afar, Zack scanned the crowd, hunting for drama worth printing. Then, bingo. Valeria Zalatoris just kissed René Takahashi. His pen flew across the page: “ICE QUEEN & MASTER CHEF - SECRET LOVERS?” Gold. Pure gold. He could already see the headline: René’s Perfect Recipe—Is Love the Secret Ingredient? Noting that down, Zack goes back to scanning for more hot news like a hawk, often time wander his eyes over Angel, not that he would admit it.

… After a while, the group found themselves near the backstage area, where Micah sat lazily on a crate, tuning his guitar. He barely acknowledged them, cigarette hanging loosely from his lips, but when Cheri walked over, he exhaled a soft puff of smoke and flicked the cigarette away.

"You ready?" Cheri asked. Micah smirked slightly. "Always." Meanwhile, Serena leaned against a railing, arms crossed as she watched Ray fidget excitedly. The pop star, in all his flamboyant, glittering glory, was one tick away from exploding. His gaze was locked on someone across the room. Angel... The moment he saw her, his entire face lit up. “Serena,” he hissed, grabbing her arm. “She’s here. She’s real. Look at her!” Serena rolled her eyes and sipped her coffee. “Yes, congratulations, your favorite streamer exists in the physical realm.” Ray didn’t even hear her. He was practically vibrating. “Do I say something? Do I act cool?” “You’ve never been cool a day in your life.” Ray gasped, offended. “Serena...” Angel blinked, processing Ray’s reaction. Ray Zalatoris, the rising pop star, was her biggest fan? “…Wait. Hold on. You’re my number one stream fan? I always thought it was one your fan or something.” Ray beamed, practically shimmering with excitement. “YES! I watch all your content! Your takes? Flawless. Your editing? Cinematic. Your humor? Unmatched.” He clutched his chest dramatically. “Angel de la Rosa, I am humbled to be in your presence.” Angel just stared, speechless: “Dude. You’re, like, literally famous.” “And you are iconic!” Ray insisted. The group burst into laughter, while Serena just groaned. “I deal with this daily.” “Okay, okay,” Luca smirked, pulling out his phone. “We need proof this happened. Group pic.” They huddled together, Ray still visibly starstruck when Luca snapped the photo. Angel, still processing, gave an awkward thumbs-up. “Legendary,” Ray murmured, staring at the picture like it was sacred. Meanwhile, Cheri casually leaned toward Micah. “You’ll kill it up there,” he said, voice softer than usual. Micah gave a rare smirk. “I always do.” Then, without warning, he kissed Cheri on the cheek before returning to his guitar. Cheri froze. The others had already started leaving, but Feli caught the way Cheri just stood there, blinking, hand hovering near his cheek. “…Shut up,” Cheri muttered before she could say anything.

As the group move out of backstage, the chatter in the gym begins to settle as the lights dimmed slightly, signaling the official start of the event. A spotlight hit the stage to reveal Vince, the ever-jolly geography teacher and Ai Hua, the chemistry teacher who has been tirelessly shipped with him, as they stand in front the podium as the night’s MCs. Vince smiled bightly at the crowd: “Ah, prom night. A moment to celebrate youth, love, and the beauty of- ” Ai Hua lightly elbowed him. “Keep it short...” Vince chuckled. “Right, right. Welcome, students and teachers, to the university’s first ever Valentine's prom! Whether you’re here to dance with your loved, eat the amazing food, or just simply bathe in the moment, we hope this night becomes a cherished memory, like a breathtaking sunset over the horizon.” Ai Hua sighed but continued smoothly. "For tonight's event, we have worked very hard to plan an amazing lineup for everyone. To start the night, let's give a cheer to a rising star, who will surely blast your socks off!" Vince gave a dramatic call out "Ray Zalatoris!!!" The stadium erupts with excitement and shouting, ready for a unforgettable night.

As the lights dim and the crowd goes silent, the slow yet powerful bass started its magic, pumping everyone with anticipation before an electrifying guitar riff sliced through the silence.

Micah, cool and collected as ever stood front, his fingers practically gliding through the strings while the drumline kicked in, full of energy and power that makes everyone wants to start moving.

Then, Ray walks out dramatically, claiming the spotlight for himself. Dressed in a flamboyant outfit, he starts to rock the place with his voice, fueled by the clash between rock and pop.

Ray, vibrant and expressive as ever, dances with the rhythm like it was his muse. Micah on the other hand stayed silent, letting his guitar do the talking while hit band lit up the place. Together, they created a sound that was both raw and thrilling, shaking the entire place.

The crowd lost it as everyone starts to sing along, hands in the air, all pulled into the explosive performance. Even the aloof chef founder herself nodding to the rhythm, the energy too infectious to resist.

From backstage, Serena smirked, sipping her coffee and nudging Cheri: "Our boys really got this place on fire." With their performance coming to an end, Ray let out a final note, letting Micah finish it off with a flaming guitar solo, ending with a elegant flick of his pick to the audience.

As soon as the final chord is struck, the audience stayed silent, but only for a few secs. The applause soon erupted as the entire place was overwhelmed with cheering and clapping, the students' hearts still full of adrenaline. With a smile on his face, Ray shouted: “For those that needed their heart rates increased, I hope that ticked all the boxes. But the night's still long darlin', and this is just the start."

The night soon unfolds into activities after activities, each more ridiculous and sillier than the last.

…

Misaki approached a dart booth with absolute confidence, spinning one between their fingers like some kind of prodigy. “Wanna bet I win on the first try?” she asked, her smirk glowing with mischief. Luca laughs: “Yeah, sure. If you hit a bullseye first try, I’ll, I don’t know, buy you something from René's kitchen.” Misaki grinned, took aim, and, THUD!!! Dead center... Luca’s soul left his body, his jaw dropped so hard it nearly hit the floor. Misaki patted his shoulder, feigning sympathy: “I would like steak, by the way.” Luca groaned, facepalming himself: “I’m never making bets again.” Meanwhile, Ronin, watching from the side, took a dart, launched it confidently, before missing half an inch from the guy running the booth. "Please leave..."

…

During the night, the stage mic was on for people who want to share memories are do stand-up comedy. Vince, ever the opportunist, took it upon himself to seize the moment it was free. “Ah, the beauty of a sunset...” he began, gripping the mic like he was delivering the speech of his life: “The way the golden shining orb kisses the horizon, the fleeting embrace between day and night...” The crowd murmured in confusion. “Is this… part of the event?” someone whispered. Angel, sipping her drink, shook her head. “Nope. That’s just Vince being Vince.” Luca, grinning, leaned over to Feli. “Think he’s gonna bring up his wife next?” “Absolutely” Feli replied. And sure enough... “And you know, my wife and I once watched a sunset so beautiful, I nearly cried.” Before he could continue, Ai Hua appeared out of nowhere, grabbed his arm, and yanked him offstage. “Okay, okay, that’s enough,” she sighed. “But love-” “Vince, let the kids have their prom.”

…

The group stumbled a “Silhouette Guessing Game” hosted by the council members with the vice president Eric, who looks like he clearly isn’t paid enough for this. He was part chaperone, part problem solver, part exhausted from helping everyone.

When they arrived, they saw Vince dramatically stepping onto the stage.

“I volunteer!” the geography teacher announced with far too much enthusiasm.

Eric blinked. “Okay… uh, step behind the screen please.”

Vince eagerly positioned himself, his silhouette now visible against the backlight. The crowd squinted, whispering guesses.

“Too tall to be Feli.” “Not lanky enough to be Ronin.” “Wait, is that a—”

His iconic frog hat sat nicely on his head, the two oversize eyes that gave the vibe of mickey mouse’s ears showed clearly.

“It’s VINCE.” “Please take off the hat...” “A true artist never sacrifices their vision for the masses.” Vince shouted from behind the screen.

Ai Hua, already done with the nonsense, yanked him out: “You are embarrassing yourself, and me.”

… Zack, with his arms crossed, is still scanning the crowd for the next big news. Kat, ever the chaos gremlin, slid up beside him with a knowing smirk. “You always watch from the shadows, huh?” she asked, tilting her head. “Like some brooding antihero in a tragic novel.” Zack barely spared her a glance: “I’m working. People need their fill of drama.” Kat gasped: “Work? At prom? Zack, you wound me. Where’s your sense of fun?” Zack scoffed. “Where’s yours?”

Kat leaned in, eyes twinkling: “Oh, honey, my fun comes in layers. Like an onion, or a really emotionally complex lasagna.” For the first time, Zack actually looked at her, confused: “What?” Kat shrugs: “Point is, you spend so much time watching people live their stories, but when’s the last time you wrote your own?” Zack hesitated, and Kat took the chance to flirt: “You know, if you ever wanna stop being a mysterious newspaper cryptid and experience a little romance…” She placed a hand on his shoulder, whispering: “I promise I’m an excellent protagonist.” Zack rolled his eyes, but the faintest smirk tugged at his lips. “I’ll pass, no one is competing Angel in my eyes.” Kat grinned: “For now.”

…

As the upbeat music faded and the lights dimmed, and the atmosphere softened, casting a warm glow over the gym. The first notes of a slow, dreamy tune hummed through the air, and the room shifted, laughter settling into quiet smiles, chaotic movement turning into gentle sways. One by one, couples found their partners for the dance. … Ronin smirks, pretending like he wasn’t nervous: “So, do I have to lead, or are you gonna bully me into following?” Angel rolled her eyes but let herself be pulled in. “You better not step on me.” Ronin scoffed, adjusting his ridiculous devilish red-and-black suit. “Please. I’m surprisingly graceful.” She raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?” To her surprise, he was. There was no fumbling, no awkward tripping. He led with ease, his grip steady but relaxed. ... Misaki wobbled in their heels, nearly tripping as she grabbed onto V’s shoulders.: “I told you I suck at this.” Valentin sighed: “And I told you to wear proper shoes.” “Where’s the fun in that?” She grinned at him: “Besides, you’re here to keep me from falling, right?” V exhaled heavily but tightened his hold, guiding her movements with careful precision. Misaki, still unsteady, leaned in mischievously. “Hey, V…” “No.” “You don’t even know what I was going to say!” “You were going to say I’m falling for you.” “…Damn. You know me too well.” V sighed again. “Just focus on not breaking your ankle.” ... Serena let out a long sigh, resting her head against Ray’s shoulder. “I’m too tired for this.” Ray hummed, swaying gently: “That’s fine. I can dance for both of us.” Serena rest against him: “You’re way too energetic.” Ray grins: “And you love it.” “…Debatable.” “Serena.” She sighed again: “Okay, maybe a little.” Ray beamed. ... Micah exhaled, flicking his cigarette away before lazily taking Cheri’s hand: “You’re lucky I like you.” Cheri smirked, pulling him closer. “You’re lucky I tolerate you.” Micah huffed, looking away, but his grip didn’t loosen. “You’re annoying.” “You’re insufferable.” “…I like you.” Cheri grinned. “I know.” ... Zack stiffly let Kat pull him onto the dance floor, arms awkwardly positioned: “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Kat smirked, dramatically twirling under his arm: “Oh, absolutely. What’s wrong, newspaper boy? Afraid you’ll actually have fun?” Zack sighed, trying to adjust his posture: “This better not end up in the paper.” Kat just smiled and gave him a wink: “No promises.” ... Luce grinned as Cordelia put on another flower crown on her head. “You just made me wear this so I’d match you, didn’t you?” Cordelia smirked. “Maybe.” Luce smiles: “Unbelievable. You’re forcing aesthetics on me.” She shrugged: “You look good in flowers. Just accept it.” Luce sighed, shaking herhead: “Fine, but if I start getting compliments, I’m giving you all the credit.” “I was going to take it anyway.” ... All eyes were on them. René Takahashi, the cold, untouchable MasterChef winner, dancing in Valeria’s arms? It didn’t seem possible, the scene looked too perfect, no excess movements and just pure beauty mixed with rhythm. Valeria traced a light finger along René’s cheek: “Careful, people might start thinking you have a heart.” René sighed, unimpressed: “I hate you.” “You love me.” “…Unfortunately.” Valeria smirked. “That’s my girl.”

René rolled her eyes but held onto her tighter. ... Luca was always a natural athlete, but dancing? That was a different story. Feli tried to guide him, but every few steps, he would stumble or awkwardly misjudge the rhythm. “Relax,” she smiled, adjusting her hold. “It’s just like a game. You follow my lead okay? Take a deep breath.” Luca groaned: “That sounds fake, but okay.” He focused, trying his best to move with her instead of against her. After a few more tries, he got it, somewhat. Feli chuckles: “See? Not so bad.” Luca huffed. “I still think I’m gonna step on you.” “Then don’t.” He grinned. “You make it sound so easy.” “Maybe it is.” ... Vince, still proudly wearing his frog hat, swayed with Ai Hua in his arms. “You know,” he spoke up “slow dances always remind me of sunsets. There’s this moment, right before the sun disappears, where everything turns gold and...” Ai Hua sighed and pressed a finger on his lips: “Vince, just dance.” Vince chuckles: “Yes, dear.” Meanwhile, Eric… Eric, after a long night of helping both teachers and students, finally had a moment to breathe. He sat at an empty table, watching the dance floor as he helped himself with a cup of coffee, enjoying the chaotic yet sweet scene unfolding.

Eliora, sketchbook in hand, glanced at him: “You look dead.”

“Feel dead,” Eric sighed: “Do you know how many people I had to stop from fighting over everything tonight?”

Eliora smirked, flipping to a blank page as she sat next to him. “Hold still. I’m gonna draw you as a tragic, overworked corpse.” “As if I don’t already look like one…”

… As the prom slowed down, people starts to move outside to escape the heat of the ballroom. Luca and Feli ended up near the school fountain, the midnight air brushing against their flushed faces. They stood in silence for a moment, still buzzing with leftover energy. Then, Luca took a deep breath, gathering every ounce of courage he had. “So, uh… I’ve been meaning to tell you something.” Feli raised an eyebrow: “Yeah?” He shifted his feet, took a deep breath before coming clean: “I like you Feli. Like, a lot, more than I can admit.”

Feli blinked, confused: “You’re just saying that because I didn’t let you fail math.” Luca let out an awkward laugh: “Okay, yeah, you did save my ass, but no, that’s not why.” She smirked: “Uh-huh...” “I’m serious! I’ve liked you since...” Before he could finish, he stepped back into… nothing. With a very graceful yelp, Luca lost his balance and tumbled straight into the fountain. A huge splash followed. Feli clamped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide before bursting into laughter. Luca groaned, blinking up at her through dripping wet hair: “Oh yeah, hilarious. Just letting my drown aren't ya?” Still laughing, Feli crouched by the edge, offering her hand: “Come on, you idiot.” Luca took it, only for Feli to miscalculate her strength and end up tumbling forward, landing right on top of him in the water. Now both of them were soaking wet. Luca coughed, trying to hide his blush: “Well. This is romantic.” Feli lifted her head, their faces inches apart: “…You’re so dumb,” Then, without hesitation, she leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. Luca froze completely. His brain shut down. When she pulled away, Feli smirked: “Guess I like you too dummy.” Luca’s mind finally rebooted: “Wait... WAIT, WHAT?!” Feli, already climbing out of the fountain, flipped her wet hair: “Come on, loverboy. Let’s get us a towel before we die of embarrassment.” Luca scrambled after her, still flustered but grinning like an idiot. If falling for her was this chaotic… he wouldn’t have it any other way. As they stepped onto dry ground, Luca shook himself off like a wet dog, sending droplets flying everywhere. Feli gasps, shielding herself: “Luca, stop!!” “That’s what you get for laughing at my pain.” She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. “You’re impossible.” “Yeah, but I’m your impossible now.” Luca smirked Feli opened her mouth to fire back, but then Luca grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together like it was the most natural thing in the world. She blinked, heart skipping. “…Fine,” she blushed, squeezing his hand back. “I guess you are.” As they walked back toward the ballroom, both dripping wet and shivering from the cold wind, the music from the prom played softly in the background. Somewhere inside, Angel is probably doing a stream. Misaki and Ronin are definitely causing trouble while Valentin tries to stop them. But right now, none of that mattered. Right now, under the clear night sky, Luca and Feli were just two idiots in love. And it was perfect...

[lilygoofywritingcave]

Dances, Disasters and Everything in Between (part 1)

Feli X Luca and a lot of other people OCs at a prom, skip the part that has them if you want, my longest fic yet :3

TW: just, lot and lot of sugar

          “Grief – a fascinating emotion,” Dr. Iris Versica started, her voice brings the feeling of experience and confidence, “is the price we pay for love because it’s just so personal, so intense, so primal. I can guarantee that every single one of you, in this lecture hall and beyond, will meet it one day, one form or another. But what happens…”

She trailed off for a moment, her eyes flash images of the past she could never share, “…when grief refuses to loosen its grip? When it buries deep into your bones, slowly eating away the mind and heart until it feels like there’s nothing else?”

Her words hung in the air as the faint hum of the projector filled the silence, making everyone shiver.

“This is where Prolonged Grief Disorder, or PGD, reveals itself.” Her tone shifted, softening but remaining stern. “It’s not the emotion most of us know. It’s different… darker. Unlike normal grief, which heals with time, PGD becomes a relentless monster, twisting… pulling… keeping the wound fresh.”

“For those living with PGD,” she continued, “the loss doesn’t feel like the past. It feels immediate, every single day. They might struggle to accept that their loved one is truly gone. Some might even… act as if the person is still alive. Talking to them. Cooking meals. Leaving a light on at night as though they’re coming home, but they never came back...”

Her words blurred at the edges, as if the air itself grew heavy. A few students blinked slower, some noticed the sudden change in her voice.

“It’s… as though their mind…” Dr. Iris’s voice softened, fading slightly, “…becomes its own… prison.”

A slide appeared on the screen, but it was too hard to focus. The words blended together, incomplete.

“Today, we’ll explore the cause, the impact… and how we, as caregivers…”

“…”

Zzzz…

“Oh, is there a student who thinks he’s too good for this class?” Dr. Iris asked, her voice sharp, breaking the silence of pens scribbling. Checking the seat list on her clipboard, she yelled, snapping him out of his nap.

“Mister Luca, seems you know this topic very well, then would you mind explain to us the five stages of grief, surely you would know this, otherwise you wouldn’t have slept, would you?”

Luca snaps out of his little nap, stands up as quickly as possible, dropping his pencil case on the floor, letting the content fall out as he tries to force a big smile, suppressing the urge to yawn:

“Five stages of grief? Oh, that’s easy. First, you get all sobby and teary, which means stage one: ugly crying. Moving on to stage two is revenge, where you start plotting ways beyond absurdity on how to get back at the universe for the bad energy it put out and shifted onto you, like why me out of anyone?”

Not taking a break, Luca continues to ramble while picking up his stuff, not even noticing the sigh of defeat by Dr. Iris:

“Thirdly would be called panic buying, which is pretty self-explanatory because nothing screams healing louder than buying a fuzzy winter sweater in the middle of a summer night. Follow up is where it’s just straight devouring pizza and ice cream all day every day, bottling those feelings with food. And finally in the fifth stage, their denial over everything would be wild. They would just say it never happened. Loss? What loss? I’m totally fine. That’s how losing someone dear to you works right?”

Everyone burst out laughing, the silence of the room broke with chatter and noises. Amidst it followed a sharp, irritated voice. “Luca. Out.”

“Wait, what?” Luca blinked, still enjoying the laughers he created.

“NOW!” the voice shouted; angrier this time.

SLAM! The door shut behind him with a dramatic echo as he stood in the hallway, wide-eyed, still sleepy.

“Well, that was rude,” Luca muttered to himself, wiping his eyes. “I was being educational!”

Luca looked around, hands on his hips. “Honestly, some people just don’t appreciate a creative approach to grief. Their loss. Literally.”

He wandered off, muttering to himself. “Five stages of grief... Pfft. I’ll show them Stage Six: Getting Kicked Out for Being Too Awesome.”

The halls' quietness wasn’t surprising, with most students probably still trapped in endless lectures or cramming knowledge in group. Luca wandered the campus, passing the cafeteria, where the faint smell of instant coffee and reheated pizza (or that’s what the university wants you to call dried cheese on a square piece of bread with some ketchup) fills the space as usual. Tempting, but not enough to stop. Next, he found himself crossing the courtyard, his usual “playground”. Sunlight beamed through the trees, somehow always heating the worn benches scattered around to make their butt burns every time someone wants to sit down. This was where he usually hung out between classes, watching people rush by with their overloaded backpacks and stressed, tense faces.

Sometimes, he’d invent little stories for them in his head to pass time: “That guy’s probably running late because he overslept binge-watching some anime. And that girl? Definitely plotting her next great revenge arc on a professor who gave her a B-.” But not today, Luca wasn’t in the mood for people-watching or making up stories. He needed quiet, somewhere to let his thoughts wander and maybe, just maybe, catch a quick nap before the next lecture – which he will probably fall asleep in again. And so, as if on autopilot, his feet practically dragged him to the library. It was the kind of place most students only visited when tests were coming close, but for Luca, it was basically a second home. Not because he was a bookworm, oh no he was far from one, but because it was quiet and peaceful, the type to knock you out for a good hour or two.

Strolling through the rows of shelves filled with books with names he can’t pronounce or understand, Luca made his way to his usual spot: a cozy corner by the window, hidden behind a towering bookshelf. The sunlight streaming through the glass made the perfect background for doing absolutely nothing. He slumped onto the chair, resting his chin on his palm. “Well, well, well, my dear psychology textbook.” he said, pulling the thick, worn book out of his bag and dropping it onto the table with a loud thud. “Let’s see if you can successfully bore me to sleep for the hundredth time today.” Luca flipped open to a random chapter, skimming a few lines about serial killers traits, something that reminded him of his dormmate Ronin way too well, before immediately starting to daze out as words are turning into dotted lines. The funny thing was, he didn’t even pick psychology because of some burning passion for understanding the human mind. Oh no, it literally started as a joke, an snarky comment his parents made during dinner one night while discussing about Luca’s future majors        . “Psychology, huh?” his dad asked skeptically, raising an eyebrow. “What’s that even about?” “It’s about reading people like books,” Luca had replied while smiling, trying his best not to spray food on the table. “I’ll be like a brain magician or something. Poof! I’ll tell them their deepest secrets with one glance.” He snapped his fingers for that extra dramatic effect. His mom rolled her eyes laughing, but somehow, the idea stuck. Luca figured it wouldn’t be the worst major. No complicated math, no tedious lab reports, just sitting in lectures and learning about why people did the weird things they did.

Easy enough to pass, and honestly, he just needed the degree because once he graduates, his parents promised to let him live his life however he wanted, and that would be spent 24/7 in the beach “Just two more years,” Luca whispered to himself, leaning back in the squeaky chair and stares at the ceiling. “Two more years of pretending to care about thoughts and feelings, and I’m free.” Still, he had to admit there was something oddly fun about psychology. Even if he wasn’t exactly the most serious student, the idea of cracking people open like books, figuring out their little quirks and secrets was kind of cool.

Maybe he wasn’t a full-blown “brain magician,” but he liked to think he had a knack for it, especially when he can sort of make up a mental mind map for his friends: the almighty yet gentle queen bee Angel and her best friend Ronin the infamous delinquent, not to mention Misaki, his partner-in-crime for who knows how many pranks, and dear Valentin to stop their havoc… With that, Luca closed his eyes, letting the library’s silence pull him into a light nap.

Zzz…

CLATTER!

The sudden sound of books hitting the floor snapped him out of his nap. Luca blinked and turned his head, just in time to see a mountain of books scattered across the floor. Standing amidst the chaos was a girl who looked as if she was reconsidering every life choices that had led her here.

She was short, really short, with long brown hair and sharp eyes of the same color, blinking nervously toward him. Luca grinned, pushing himself off the table and walk over. “Do you need a hand cleaning that up, or are you going for some kind of world record in making books fly?”

The girl looked at him sharply, her cheeks tinting pink. “I do not need help,” she said, her thick French accent wrapping around the words. But the way she hesitated before bending down to pick up a book said otherwise.

“Right……, because this looks totally under control,” Luca said, crouching beside her and grabbing a few books from the pile. “What were you even doing? Trying to grab the entire shelf?”

She sighed, brushing her hair away. “I was reaching for one book. The shelf was just too tall. It’s stupid.”

“Or maybe you’re just short,” Luca said, grinning like a puppy.

Her eyes narrowed. “I am NOT short. You are just… vertically gifted, that’s all.”

“Sure, we’ll go with that,” he responded while handing her a book. “So, what’s the prize for taking down the most books in one go? Do I get a share?”

“There is no prize. Only embarrassment.” The girl sighed.

“Well, lucky for you, I’m great at being embarrassing,” Luca said, pretending to bow as he stacked another shelf. “I’m Luca, by the way. What’s your name?”

She hesitated for a moment, clutching a book to her chest. “Felicie,” she said softly.

“Felicie,” he repeated, reciting his vocabulary on how to tease her in his mind. “Cool name. French, right?”

“Oui,” she said, nodding. “I am… indeed from France”

“Figured,” he said, smiling. “The accent kinda gave it away. It’s cool, though. Makes you sound, like… sophisticated or something, almost a bit nerdy.”

Feli gave him a look, clearly unimpressed by his attempt at a compliment. “Thanks..” she said dryly, reaching for another book.

“So, Feli,” Luca said, leaning against the shelf, catching her by surprise with how he already got her a new nickname.

“What class are you in? Did you get kicked out too, or are you just here to sabotage library shelves?”

Feli paused, her fingers gripped tighter on the book she was holding. “I… was not in class, I was late.”

“Skipping already? Nice. Didn’t think you had it in you,” Luca teased.

“I am NOT skipping,” she said, glaring at him. “I was simply late. Stupid timezones…”

“Sure, sure,” Luca smirks. “Late. Skipping. Same thing, really.”

Feli let out a defeated sigh, but the corner of her mouth twitched, betraying her amusement. “You are… impossible.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot,” he said cheerfully.

As they worked together to gather the last of the fallen books, Luca glanced at her again, noticing how carefully she moved, like she was trying not to break anything, not even herself. It wasn’t just the books she was cautious with.

“So,” he said, attempt to break the silence, “you’re new here, right?”

“Oui,” Feli nods. “I started… this week. I got transferred here recently for…reasons”

“Well, welcome to the chaos. If you need someone to show you around or, you know, to catch falling books, I’m your guy. Everyone knows me around here.”

Feli looked at him, her expression softening for a bit. “Merci, Luca.”

“Anytime,” he said with a wink.

With that, Feli left the library, leaving Luca to resume his slumber. After a while, Luca stretched as he woke up stepped out of the library, that nap was exactly what he needed. The afternoon sun was beaming through the hallway windows now, painting the university floors in long, golden strokes.

With a shake of his head to clear up the sleepiness, he went down the corridor, already knowing where to find his partner-in-crime. "Oi, Misaki!"

Near the vending machines, a short figure with messy hair was hunched over a sketchbook, aggressively scribbling. "Took you long enough," Misaki pouted, scribbling a page. "I was about to start without you."

Luca laughed as he peeks over their shoulder. "Yeah, yeah. What’s the plan for today?" With a dramatic “duh duh duh”, Misaki held up her latest “masterpiece”, a scribbled drawing of the principal with horns and tails, holding an F test paper while grinning like a devil.

"Operation ‘Demon Principal’. We sneak into the teacher’s lounge, swap out the framed picture of him with this and see how long it takes before someone notices."

Luca holds up the “fanart” of their beloved principal, cherishing like it’s the Mona Lisa. "I bet not for a while since this looks exactly like him already. I swear everyone will think Ronin did it though, would he bring a crowbar to interrogate?"

Misaki grinned. "Screw that guy, he still owes me money. So are you in or not?"

The answer couldn't have been any clearer.

The two crept down the hallway, keeping their heads low and their footsteps light. The campus was definitely still as lively as ever, students moving between clubs and hanging out, but no one paid them much attention. Just another pair of troublemakers up to no good, nothing too new.

As they reached the teacher’s lounge, Misaki gave Luca a knowing look before slowly reaching for the door handle and pulled gently before the two sneaked inside.

Scanning the room, Misaki points towards the framed picture. "Jackpot!" Approaching it Indiana Jones style, Luca took a deep breath before snatching the frame and open it up, ready to replace the picture inside. And then-

"Ahem..." The voice was deep, full of authorities, and completely unwelcome. Luca and Misaki froze immediately, their brains going "fight or flight" mode.

Misaki, ever the flight-risk she always was, tried to make a break for it, only to be yanked backward by the collar of her hoodie. "Trying to run, are we?" Luca turned to see their captor and groaned . "Oh, come on."

Standing before them, arms crossed and posture full of judgment, was none other than Valentin Viljoen, the student council president himself. His sharp gaze went between them, unimpressed. But what really caught Luca’s attention was the person standing beside him.

A tiny figure with long, light brown hair and eyes and an expression of mild exhaustion. Luca squinted his eyes. "Wait a second..." Feli tilted her head, a bit amused by the situation. "Ah. You."

It took him a second to replay his mind. The girl from the library, the one who had nearly been crushed under a pile of books. He had helped her out, they talked a little, and now here she was, standing next to the student council president. "Well there goes my first impression"- he thought.

Luca blinked and then grinned. "Hey, shortie." Feli’s brows twitched. "Pardon?" "You know, pint-sized, pocket-sized, fun-sized—" "I know what eet means." Her heavy French accent made the words sound even sharper. "I am just... un peu shocked."

Valentin cut in, clearly uninterested in their reunion. "Should I even ask what you two are doing in the teacher's lounge?" Misaki, who is still dangling from his grip, answered without hesitation. "Art project." Luca nods in agreement. "Cultural expression."

Valentin’s expression darkened, his fingers pressing into the bridge of his nose like he was fighting off a headache from dealing with these twos. "You two never stop, do you? Im already drained from dealing with Ronin's graffiti and now this?"

"Wouldn't be fun if we did stop" Luca shot back with a grin. Feli, watching the exchange unfold, crossed her arms with confusion. "Should I be worried?" "Yes," Valentin replied without hesitation.

Luca smirked, admitting his defeat. "Alright, Prez. Since you caught us red-handed, what’s the punishment this time? Detention? A strongly worded speech? Or community service?" Misaki, still half-dangling from Valentin’s hand, huffed. "At least let me down before sentencing me to death, not cool dude."

With a sigh, Valentin finally released his hold, and Misaki dropped to the floor with a thud. They immediately scrambled behind Luca, peeking over his shoulder like a guilty raccoon.

"You two don’t take anything seriously, do you?" Valentin sighed and rubs his temple. "This is exactly why you’re both on every teachers' watchlist with Ronin." Luca grinned. "Hey, that just means we’re famous for the entire school."

Feli, quickly straightened her posture, feigning disinterest. "Eez this what you do all day? Plotting childish pranks?" Misaki, still peeking from behind Luca, points a dramatic finger at her. "Oui baguette girl, you underestimate the art of mischief. This isn’t just a prank, it's a statement."

Feli raised a skeptical eyebrow. "A statement... of what? Zat you have too much free time?" Luca bursts into laughter. "She’s got you there dude." Misaki pouted and nudges his shoulder. "Don’t side with her, you traitor."

Feli gave a small, satisfied smirk, but Valentin wasn’t amused. His gaze flicked between the three of them before he sighed. "I don’t have time to deal with this. Just, whatever you were planning, drop it."

"C’mon, Prez, live a little. What’s the worst that could happen?" Valentin narrowed his eyes. "The principal finds out, we all get lectured, and I waste another hour cleaning up after your mess."

"Sounds more like a you problem" Misaki muttered. Valentin turned to her. "Excuse me?" Misaki senses the danger and quickly grabbed Luca’s sleeve. "Abort mission. Full retreat." And just like that, they bolted, yanking Luca along with her out of the room. "HEY wait, I wasn't done..." Luca barely had time to react before being dragged down the hallway by a full speed Misaki.

"Idiots..." Valentin sighed, watching them go. He turned to Feli, who had been left standing there, completely surprised by what had just happened. "Sorry for this inconvenience, it looks like our tour has to stop early."

Feli smiled softly. "Hmm... don't worry. They are... entertaining." Valentin gave her a tired smile. "That’s.... certainly one way to put it. I really have to go before those idiots destroy something again." She smiles slightly and gives him a thumb up. "Good luck." Valentin groaned. "I’m going to need it. I swear, those two are going to be the death of me.”

Feli chuckled, watching him storm off in pursuit of Luca and Misaki. She adjusted the strap of her bag and continued walking when THUD Feli stumbled back as she collided with someone at the corner. A soft gasp escaped her lips, and before she could steady herself, a pair of hands gently grasped her shoulders.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” Feli blinked up at a tall, striking girl with blonde, tinted pink hair and warm bright eyes. She was dressed flawlessly, the kind of stunning but casual beauty that belonged on a magazine cover. There was a strange familiarity about her, and then it clicked.

“Ah… you are… ze YouTube girl?” Feli muttered, still slightly dazed. The girl laughed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “That’s me. The humble Maria de la Rosa is in service. But you can just call me Angel.”

Angel’s eyes flickered over Feli for a second, quickly assessing. “And you’re Feli, right? The new transfer student?” Feli stiffened slightly, already anticipating the next words. "The one with the weak body that gets hurt easily. The one we should be careful around."

But no, Angel just grinned. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you! You should totally be in one of my videos sometimes if you are free. The accent? Adorable. My subscribers would eat it up.” Feli blinked. confused. “...Eet up?” Angel chuckles. “Don't worry, it’s a good thing, trust me.”

Feli wasn’t sure what to say. People usually approached her with quiet politeness, all careful words and pitiful glances. Angel, as well as the others she have met, spoke to her like she was just, normal. It was strange. It was refreshing.

And before she could finish processing it, Angel had already looped an arm around her. “C’mon,” she said cheerfully, steering Feli along. “I’ll show you the best places to hang out in this school. Trust me, you don’t wanna get stuck in the library like some tragic bookworm.” Feli hesitated for a moment, but then, just slightly, she smiled. Maybe this school wouldn’t be so bad after all.

A few hours later, Luca dragged himself back to his dorm, drained after being scolded by Valentin again. Opening the door of room 666, the fitting number for the person he’s sharing it with, Luca was greeted by the usual darkness with the only source of light flickering from a neon-red, skull-shaped lamp perched on Ronin’s desk.

Around the room is full of heavy metal bands posters, disturbing demon illustrations and some other trinkets that would definitely make him stand out inside a church if he ever decided to wreak havoc there. There’s also a crowbar, his beloved “sidekick”, placed neatly on his bed as if it was some sort of comfort plushie.

Luca groaned, dropping into his bed and kicking off the shoes: “Man, today was a total disaster, can you believe I got scolded by V the man AGAIN? Like how does he even think of that much things to say?”

Ronin laughed while going to the fridge for a soda, cracking it with a pop: “Yeah yeah, real smooth execution there. You had this whole mastermind plan going, then bam! Here comes Valentin, all high and mighty like a divine punishment in human form.” He took a slow sip, then smirked. “Honestly fitting, since he acts like the school’s personal ethics police and moral compass.”

Luca sat up, rubbing his temple to ease the mind numb “We almost got away with it. If only Misaki remembered to close the damn door…”

Ronin almost choked on his drink, coughing and laughing like a maniac. “Dude, you trusted Misaki with basic stealth? That’s on you.” He popped open his soda with a sharp hiss. “V acted like you set the school on fire, but ya know, he’ll get over it. But watching him loses his mind over his big, self-important speech about school values to the new student? Absolutely priceless.”

Luca then stands up to reheat some food while Ronin picks out a movie, their typical broke college dinner together. Splitting some chow mein and a few dumplings onto two plates before sitting down, Luca struggles with the chopsticks before giving up, going back to the good old fork: “I will never understand how you can use those two wood sticks to eat”

Ronin grins, tossing a dumpling into his mouth with ease. “It’s not that hard, you just gotta stop acting like a caveman and give it a try. When I was a kid, it’s either use chopsticks or you stay hungry, pretty crazy right?”

Luca sighed and focus back on to the TV, where a gory thriller is played a full volume. On-screen, a bloodied man gasped for breath while his chest was torn open in a violent mess. A second later, blood sprayed across the walls in an over-the-top explosion of red mist.

Ronin let out an exaggerated groan and pointed at the screen with his chopsticks: “That’s so wrong, arterial spray doesn’t even move like that! Did they think the guy’s heart was a pressure hose? And look at that stab wound, how does that make him bleed from the mouth? Hacks.” He shook his head in disappointment before grabbing another dumpling. Luca made the mistake of looking up just as another gruesome close-up shot filled the screen. He coughed, quickly shoving his food away: “Dude, can you not critique the murder mechanics while I’m trying to eat? I don’t even know why I let you pick the movie.” Ronin smirked: “Because my taste is impeccable.” “Your taste is horrifying,” Luca muttered, leaning back against the sofa. “Oh, and speaking of horrifying, Misaki’s still waiting on the money you owe her. What exactly did you use that money for? Because she’s been complaining in the group chat, and I’m not about to deal with her wrath when she finds out you blew it on something stupid.”

Ronin made an exaggerated gasp, jokingly offended “Stupid? Please.  I only spend my money on important things.”

Luca didn’t even have to ask before Ronin leaned back, hands behind his head, and smirked. “Like, you know… that sick new crowbar I found at the pawn shop.”

Luca groaned and facepalmed himself: “Are you kidding me? You owe Misaki, and you spent it on another crowbar? What happened to the one you already had?”

Ronin shrugged, completely unapologetic. “It was getting lonely.”

“That’s not how that works.”

“It is now.”

Luca sighs, defeated: “I hate you.”

“Nah, you love me.” Ronin took a sip of his soda, completely unfazed. “Besides, it’s an investment, it’s gonna come in handy for this next prank. Trust me, it’ll worth every-single-cent.”

Luca sighed, shaking his head. He was definitely going to regret asking what Ronin had planned.

Just then, a notification pinged from Luca’s phone, cutting through the eerie atmosphere of the thriller still playing on the screen. He picked it up, hoping there’s something to take his mind off the gory killing. Opening up his group chat opened by Ronin, the name “SlotherHauze” was definitely fitting for the usual theme of the convo that happens there:

@hitmeuppp: “listen V, it was a masterpiece. u just don’t get art.”

@K9: “Drawing the principal as a devil is not art, it’s defamation.”

@Misaki: “it was silly.”

@K9: “It was offensive.”

@Luca_is_so_cool: “he did kinda look like that in the right lighting tho”

@Hitmeuppp: “SEE?? Luca has real taste for art.”

@K9: “Luca has brain damage.”

Luca grinned, about to fire back when a new message popped up.

@Angelic: “GUESS WHO I JUST ADDED TO THE CHAT!”

Then, the newest notification:

Angelic added Felicite.

Luca blinked. What is this coincidence that he’s been seeing her all day?

@Felicite: “…What did you just drag me into?”

@Angelic: “Welcome to the chaos pit! ”

@Luca_is_so_cool: “so angel decided to ruin ur life, rip”

@Hitmeuppp: “you either survive or become one of us. good luck. Trust me when i say you’ll need it girl”

@Felicite: “I am already reconsidering my life choices.”

@K9: “Finally, someone with sense and a functioning brain.”

@Angelic: “EXCUSE ME???”

@goreboy: “i Give hEr two weekS beFore She snAps.”

@Luca_is_so_cool: “nah, my money is on one.”

@Felicite: “....”

Ronin chuckled, glancing at Luca. “This is gonna be interesting. Tell me Luca, would you consider her someone V can trust to go get something? Cause if yes then she would be the MVP of this prank, without even knowing too!”

Luca smiled: “I think so? Let’s see what type of plan you have planned.”

A few days later, the trio gathered in their usual hideout, the old storage room behind the gym, which had long since been abandoned by anyone who valued cleanliness or basic safety for one last rehearsal of the prank. Today is Valentin’s motivational speech for new year, making it a golden opportunity. The plan? Cause chaos, swap the speech, and watch V unknowingly deliver Ronin’s absurd manifesto to the entire school. What could go wrong?

Ronin walk out of their hideout, crowbar resting on his shoulder like some theatrical villain. “Alright, showtime,”

Misaki, already a step ahead, slipped away into the teachers’ lounge. Moments later, a loud crash echoed down the halls, followed by the unmistakable sound of someone yelling about paint.

Luca laughed: “I thought we agreed on minor havoc?”

“Details, details. Now that’s our signal to go”

Ronin the walks down the hall, swinging his crowbar at an unfortunate vending machine, knocking it over before shouting: “BEHOLD! THE TRUE SCOURGE OF THIS SCHOOL - ME.”

Valentin runs out, his face immediately darkening seeing the infamous delinquent. “Beaufort…”

“V…” Ronin greeted back before he starts sprinting down the hall. “Get back here!” Luca peeked out just as Valentin barrels after Ronin, who was laughing like a maniac while dramatically pushing over desks and leaping down staircases like this was some action movie.

“Perfect” Luca hurried into the now empty teacher’s lounge, finding Valentin’s speech clipboard and swap it out for Ronin’s, quickly scanning a bit. “We are warriors of knowledge, gladiators of exams, dancing on the razor’s edge of academic success…”

“Damn, Ronin sure is hell of a poetic guy, no wonder the girls swoon over him.” Luca thought as he ran off to find Feli, the final piece of this prank. Catching her mid-stream with Angel, he lingered just long enough to hear Angel hyping up the chat for the last time: “Once again, shout-out to our lovely Ray for the donations! Can’t believe you’re spending that much. It’s not a competition, guys!” She laughed, shaking her head. “Alright, catch everyone later-back to real life.” With a final wave, she blew a kiss and ended the stream.

As Feli set her phone down, Luca approached, holding out the clipboard. “Hey, can you give this to V? I can’t find him anywhere and he has to give a speech soon. We have to go to the auditorium anyway so he will probably be there.”

Feli raises an eyebrow, confused and definitely suspicious: “Then why can’t you do it? Luca grinned before running off: “Because I enjoy living, duh?”

Feli sighs and turns back to Angel, who was grinning. “Sooo? How do you feel after that stream? Getting that diva vibe yet?”

She smile awkwardly, twirling her hair: “It was… fine. You do have to talk a lot, so that’s tiring.”

Angel gasped dramatically. “Excuse me, that’s called being engaging! My audience loves me.” She nudged Feli’s arm playfully. “But you weren’t bad yourself. A little stiff, but hey, baby steps.”

Feli rolls her eye but can’t help but smile.

“And speaking of baby steps… you do realize he’s up to something, right?” Angel stretched after standing up.

“I assumed…” Feli muttered

“Luca’s like a golden retriever, friendly, chaotic, and way too proud of himself when he thinks he’s clever.” Angel laughed. “But hey, at least he trusts you to pull it off.”

“More like a bullet vest in case this prank gone south. Luca’s just… reckless. A dumb guy who jumps into things without thinking.” She said while walking.

Angel raised an eyebrow. “You really think that’s all there is to him?”

Feli shrugged. “That’s all I’ve seen so far.”

“You know, for someone who doesn’t talk much, you sure jump to conclusions fast.” She smirked at Feli’s unimpressed look before continuing:

 “Sure, he’s a dumbass sometimes, well…, most of the time. And yeah he’s loud, reckless and acts like he’s invincible. But that’s also the guy who always spend his weekends helping others, from cooking or volunteering at different charity events. Hell, last Christmas, he dressed up as a reindeer for a kid’s event and got tackled by like twenty children.”

Feli blinked: “Are you sure we are talking about the same person?” Angel laughs: “Oh yeah, there’s even a video. He always try to act cool about it, but you could tell he loved it. That’s just who he is: dumb, yeah, but with a good heart.”

Feli glanced down at the clipboard, processing what she just heard. Luca had only ever seemed like a whirlwind of chaos to her, but now…, there was something else to consider...

Angel nudged her. “Don’t tell me you’re actually starting to like him.” “I didn’t say that.” Feli scoffed. Angel just laughed. “Uh-huh. Sure.”

As soon as they arrived the auditorium, Valentine was coming back breathless, facepalming himself before seeing Feli with the clip board. The moment she handed it to him, he barely glanced at it before thanking her and heading toward the stage.

Luca barely had time to settle into his seat before the microphone crackled. Valentin cleared his throat. “Good morning, everyone. Today, I -” He stopped. His eyes scanned the page again. A flicker of confusion crossed his face. “- We are warriors of knowledge,” he continued, slower now. “Gladiators of exams. Dancing on the razor’s edge of academic success.” A few quiet chuckles rippled through the audience. V blinked, confused and tired.

Ronin and Misaki, who had somehow made it back inside unnoticed, leaned toward Luca with a grin. “Wait for it.” Valentin exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening. “We march forth, undefeated by the tyranny of sleep schedules, by the shackles of due dates, by the- ”

The laughter grew louder. Someone clapped. And then crowd erupted.

Valentine quickly steps down to let the principal back in to save the situation, trying to stay calm as he scans the back stage, peeking out to see the whole gang already running off.

“You absolute idiot, you planned this whole thing, didn’t you?” Feli smirked.

Luca grinned over his shoulder. “Guilty.”

“I can’t believe I helped.”

“You’re part of the crew now,” Luca said with a wink.

Feli groaned. “I want a refund.”

They finally stopped after hiding in the library, Luca panting and laughing. “Man, V’s going to murder us.”

Feli wiped her forehead. “Us? No, you. I was a victim in this.”

Luca smirked. “I dunno, you didn’t seem too eager to stop me.”

Feli hesitated, then looked away. “Shut up.”

Just then, Luca’s phone buzzed. He pulled it out and checked their group chat.

@Angelic: “That was the best thing I’ve ever witnessed, what a motivating speech”

@goreboy: “Valentin is going to kill me. This is my final will and testament. Luca please take care of my 2 crowbars, they are my babies”

@K9: “It’s over, if I see any of your faces tomorrow, you better know it’s your last day at this university”

@Angelic: “Feli, welcome to the worst mistake of your life <3”

Feli sighed and put her phone away: “What have I gotten myself into?”

Luca wraps an arm around her shoulder, still laughing. “Only the best kind of chaos.”

…

It was Saturday morning, the three culprits found themselves armed with buckets, mops, and the sleepiness of someone who was woken up too early

“This is inhumane,” Ronin groaned, leaning against the wall, twirling his mop like some martial art artist. “Making us clean the entire university is so cruel, and even the toilets? That should be made illegal”

Misaki, trying to entertain themself by moving the mop like a paintbrush, smirked: “You brought this on yourself.” Luca, elbow-deep in scrubbing gum off a desk, glared at her. “You were part of the plan too. don't act so innocent.”

“Yeah,” Misaki grinned, “but you’re the one who swapped and convinced Feli to hand over the speech.” “At least we made history. Did you see V’s face? That was the expression of a broken man.” Ronin laughed, reliving the memories.

Luca gives out a defeated smile:. “And now we pay the price.”

They continued their cleaning, making slow but steady progress, until voices echoed from the teachers’ lounge down the hall. Curiosity got the better of them (as always). Silently, they edged toward the door, pausing just outside. “You think the students will be excited?” Vince, the sunset-loving geography teacher asked, the same excitement as when he talks about his family and sunsets. “Oh, definitely,” Ai Hua, the chemistry teacher who's been shipped with Vince by everyone ever since the day she joined “It’s the first time ever we hosted a Valentine’s prom this big.” “Administration really went all out this time. Decorations, catering, even a live band and a chef for food, this is gonna be such a blast!” Misaki raised an eyebrow. Luca and Ronin exchanged glances. “A prom?” Ronin whispered. Luca grinned. “A huge one.” Misaki tapped her chin thoughtfully. “That means opportunities.” Ronin smirked. “Oh yeah. And chaos.” Luca, despite himself, felt his heart beat a little faster, not just at the thought of another grand scheme, but at the idea of Feli at the dance, dressed up, maybe even… dancing with him? Gosh the burning sun is really affecting his brain. But first, he had to survive cleaning duty.

…

The next morning, the news was basically heard through the whole school and stayed a hot topic for the entire day. Finally, Valentin made the official announcement at an assembly. Standing at the podium, without any swapped speeches this time, he cleared his throat before speaking: “As many of you may have already heard, this year our university has decided to host a prom night in spirit of Valentine's Day." The murmurs turned into a full-blown chaos. Cheers, excited whispers, and dramatic gasps filled the auditorium. Some students instantly turned to their crushes, others whipped out their phones to message their group chats. “This is going to be the biggest event of the year,” Valentin continued. “The student council has been working hard to make sure everything is perfect, and we expect everyone to behave accordingly without any, 'accidents' happening”

His gaze lingered on a certain group near the back, specifically, the three troublemakers. Luca nudges Ronin. “He means you.” Ronin smirked. “Us. Us, buddy.” Misaki, already sketching something in her notebook, muttered, “Behaving is overrated, what's wrong with being silly?.” Meanwhile, Angel was already taking charge of the online buzz, already hyping up the event on her social media. Next to her, Feli observes the excitement unfold with a slight frown.

A school dance. An event all about pairing up, over-the-top romantic gestures and public declarations of affection, also known as a kiss. The thought made her shivers. Feli sighs: “This is going to be a nightmare.” Angel grinned “Oh, Feli. You have no idea.”

“To ensure everyone is keeping up with their studies,” Valentin continued with his usual authoritative tone “only students with a grade above 80% on the next test will be allowed to attend prom, not buts or ifs. And considering this university's high standards, I assume there won't be too many of these 'unfortunates' candidates" Valentin said as he shoots his eyes at a certain trio at the back. Luca’s stomach dropped, he turned to Misaki, who looked equally horrified. “You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Misaki muttered under her breath, gripping the edge of her sketchbook. Luca swallowed hard. He knew his grades weren’t stellar, but he did not expect this: “What’s your average on tests?” he asked, dreading the answer. Misaki shivers as she remember the past exams: “Let’s just say if I ever reached 80%, my teacher would have a heart attack.” Luca facepalms himself: “Great. I’m probably in the same boat.” Meanwhile, Ronin turns to them, smirking: “Damn, sucks for you two.” Misaki shot him a glare. “Oh, and I suppose you’re doing fine?” Ronin shrugs: “I may be a delinquent, but at least I know how to balance equations and bullshit my way through essays. Literature class isn’t just for fun, you know.” Luca groaned. “This is the worst. Now I actually have to study?” At that moment, Angel popped up beside them, grinning ear to ear. “Ohhh, this is gold. You two scrambling to get your grades up? I need to document this.” “Angel, I swear-” Luca started, but she was already pulling out her phone. “Luca. Misaki. Future scholars, everyone says cheese!” she teased, pretending to frame a shot. Misaki crossed their arms. “If you’re not gonna help, at least don’t make fun of us.” Angel hummed thoughtfully. “Hmm… Nah.” Valentin, having wrapped up the announcement, approached them. “Luca, Misaki” he said with a knowing sigh. “I assume you two are the ones most affected by this rule?” Luca groans, rubbing his temples: “V, please. Be merciful.” Misaki put her hands together in mock prayer: “Have a heart.” Valentin adjusted his blazer, unimpressed. “You should’ve thought about that before you decided pranks were more important than classwork.” “Okay, okay, fine. So what do we do?” Valentin sighs: “The only way you’ll be allowed into prom is if you bring your grades up before then. You have two weeks.” “Two weeks?” Misaki gasped. “That’s criminal.” Angel patted Luca on the shoulder. “Better start now, bud. It won't be fun without you two.” Luca sighs, rethinking every choices he had made. He glanced toward Feli, who was standing off to the side, watching the scene unfolds with an unreadable expression.

“Well, looks like I could really use a tutor. And lucky for you, I’ve chosen you as my teacher.”." Luca grinned as he points at Feli. "No." Feli answered with a blank face "what do you mean 'no'? Or you aren't that smart to teach?" Luca smiles, trying to push her buttons.

"Oh no dear Luca, our Feli here was one of the students with the top score in the last test, so choose your next words carefully" Angel laughs as she leaves the unfortunate fool with his own studies.

[lilygoofywritingcave]

Isolation and a bullet

Misaki story about zombie apocolypse

TW: isolation, suicidal

(Second ever fic, improved a bit)

It all started with one man and a bad blowfish, just the wrong man at the wrong time. It should have ended right there but no, he blinked, his eyes soulless and an insatiable craving for human flesh. When he jumped and bit the waitress, it was already too late, the apocalypse had begun. 

It spread like wildfire, from the restaurant onto the streets, the infecteds soon crowded the bustling city of Tokyo, each bite is like a spark for a bloody chain reaction. By the time news broke, the entire city was in chaos, panic took over reasons as the survivors scrambled to gather supplies and hide from the hordes.

It took days for the entire world to be able to reach Japan, a now wrecked and torn country of blood and flesh. Seeing that, all members immediately try their best to reach out to Misaki, who was full well in the middle of Tokyo.

<@goreboy> Damn darlin, it seems your country fucked up big time. Ya still breathin over there?

<@Angelic> Stop fucking around, this is serious. Please respond to us @hitmeuppp, are you still here?

<@LUCA_IS_SO_COOL> OMG OMG THIS IS SO CRAZY, A ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE?!?!?! PLEASE TELL US YOU ARE ALIVE MISAKI

<@felicite> Luca, stop writing in caps, the main problem now is Misaki’s safety, not the damn zombies.

<@Eviscerator1990> I agree, let’s just see if Misaki responds, or else this would be very devastating…

The entire group stopped working for days, all hoping for Misaki’s well-being until one night. <@hitmeuppp> Hi gang!!! How are we doin, I feel so loved by yall rn <333!

<@Angelic> Oh my gosh, YOU ARE ALIVE!!. @goreboy wake up right now you lazy butcher. <@goreboy> Well well well, take you long enough to get online. How’s the zombies over there?

<@hitmeuppp> Uh, shit was wild dude, there were bodies and gore everywhere, you would’ve loved it <33

<@Angelic> How are you doing? We were worried sick when you went offline for days.

Misaki then sent a voice message, her usual style: “Welp, let’s just say things didn't go right in the first few days. Running around the cities, gathering food, shooting some zombies, but now I have a hideout on the rooftop of a mall. And what ya know what, the free wifi here is actually still on. So i'm in pretty good shapes right now, wondering how long is it gonna be until i'm rescued.” <@goreboy> you be playin COD zombies irl darlin, seems pretty dope for me.

…

Not having to work, eat anything inside the mall, shooting people, …To Misaki, this is the life she can get used to. After the first week, Misaki got bored and video called the entire gang to watch her raid a police station. It was definitely a gory one, Ronin laughed, Luca almost puking, Angel worrying the whole time, … a truly memorable experience. From that trip, Misaki got herself a tons of guns and ammos and begin her new game she invented, “shoot random zombies to pass the time”. But after the second month, things started to get repetitive.

<@hitmeuppp> im sooooo bored!!! like why am i not even rescued yet, what the hell are those military doin???

<@Angelic> just stay alive, they will find ya sooner or later, just hold on to us

<@goreboy> well sorry darlin but i have got bad news. They WONT be sending helps over, it looks like all the rich asses and politicians got out and told that everyone died, i know, pretty devastating

<@Angelic> what the FUCK was that Ronin, this better be a joke, couldnt you have been more sensitive?

<@hitmeuppp> yeah it’s true, i heard it on the radio - still tryin to process it…

<@Angelic> Misaki, please do not lose hope, we will find out a way to help you, believe in us.

…

It’s officially been 6 months, Misaki’s mind is getting more and more tired as the zombies have entered the mall, making her job to get food way harder than it used to be. Zooming around the city with her scope, she takes a trip down memory lane, remembering all the feelings she felt with others. Suddenly, her crosshair grazed by a familiar figure which caught her off guard. Oh how cruel is the game of fate, always bringing the worst gifts at the worst time. Misaki couldn't believe it, it was her older sister, whom she admired so much, her only rock throughout their harsh childhood and the only family member she had left, is now something else. Her skins pale and sick, lifeless eyes jolting whenever she walk and her body, rots and molds forming everywhere, maggots and worms wiggling in a twisted rhythm of death, it was the last straw. Misaki dropped to her knees, curled up on the cold rooftop and cried, reality hit her like a cold bucket of water - she was alone and no one’s gonna save her, just like her childhood. Days after that, they began to question their own friends, wondering if Angel, Ronin or anyone would care if they died.

 She also noticed that she’s been eating less, maybe to lengthen her days of surviving but what’s the point anymore? She is thought of as dead by the entire world, a world where people with money fled and left the poor to die.

If it weren’t for her friends’ mention, Misaki would have forgotten her own birthday today, everyone’s in the voice call, all hoping and praying for her safety.

“Happy birthday Misaki, i hope you are doing well, you can do this, we believe you, just hang on a little bit more”

Bitter and hollow, that’s what she felt after hearing them hundreds of times, words that used to bring her comfort and hope are now just a reminder of when things were normal, when there was light… The emptiness in her heart grew heavier with each congratulations but she drowned them out with her usual game of shooting zombies based on her friends’ descriptions.

 After everyone took a turn, Misaki spoke up, her voice all happy and optimistic, a trick she knew too well to do: “Well, thank you all for being here with me, I love yall so much. And to end this amazing night. I found the person I wanna kill the most, can anyone guess who that might be?”

Her bosses’ names, school bullies, bad actors from her favorite movies, … All were wrong as her friends tried to guess but failed as Misaki slowly dropped hints, slowly describing her. When all of them got it wrong, she told them the answer is gonna be in chat before turning off her camera. 

Taking a last selfie, Misaki still couldn't manage to smile genuinely for once, she thought to herself as she sent the image. Everyone panicked, their voices desperate, calling her name, pleading with her, but it was all useless.

Misaki put a gun to her head, she felt the cold steel of the gun pressed against her temple. A tear slipped down her cheek as she whispered “Sayonara, see everyone in the after life” before pulling the trigger with a trembling hand, ending all of her suffering and loneliness.

**BANG**

[lilygoofywritingcave]

A Long Night

Short comfort between Misaki and reader

TW: murder and killing

(This is my first ever fic so don't expect much ;<

9:30pm, 24th of December

It’s definitely windy tonight, perfect for pedestrians and Christmas activities but not so, ideal for her, Misaki thought to herself as she scoped in on her new M200 Intervention, a wonderful gift from her lover to replace her old Cheytac, something that could break any moment. She took a deep breath, enjoying the calmness from the zoomed in world of her own, where everything’s blocked besides her crosshair on the target, a corrupted politician. She stared down on him from the roof of a rundown apartment, watching as he plays with his son, not caring about the world and the assassin aiming at him. Misaki’s heart clenched as she saw the kid, someone too innocent to be involved with adults’ politics and power, a kid who just wants to enjoy Christmas with his dad. Trying to toss her thoughts aside, Misaki whispered to herself :

“You can do this, just a click and you can get back into Y/N’s warm hug and cuddle for Christmas. You have worked all years for this ahhh !!! I have to focus, yeah, I hope”

After that, she took a deep breath and scoped in again, pulling the trigger, a bullet quietly shot out, flying straight into …

Y/N was inside of her apartment, wrapping up another novel about serial killers while waiting for Misaki to come back from her “job”, just their usual routine. She took a sip from Misaki's handmade mug, the warm eggnog warms up her body in the harsh winter while staring at the pot of white heliotrope Misaki gave her, a symbol of their love and journeys shared together. When Misaki came back and hazily placed her rifle in the coat hanger, Y/N immediately noticed something was wrong, Misaki’s bright cheerful eyes that always light up the room seems to be missing, replaced by a pair of hollowed, lifeless holes taking up her pupils. She dragged herself steps by steps towards Lily before hugging them tightly and break down in tears. As Y/N was both hurt, worried and confused by this actions, the emergency news broadcast said it all with a headline “Politician and his son were killed by unknown assassin on Christmas night”.

Misaki clung on to Y/N, her voice cracked and muffled from the crying, "I… I shot… I shot him… but… but the kid—he was… he was in the way…!" Hearing this, Y/N is shocked and hurt, they knew Misaki would never kill a child and can’t begin to understand how much this hurts her. They just hold each other like that before Misaki cries herself to sleep in a cold, haunting Christmas they would never forget. As Y/N wakes up, she looks around and doesn’t see Misaki and wonder what’s she doing at 4am. Wander around the apartment to no success, they remembers Misaki’s favorite spot, the rooftop. Sneaking their way up there, Y/N was met Misaki, sitting on the edge of the building, her legs dangling under the icy wind.

Sitting down next to her, Y/N spoke up with a light smile, trying to cheer their lover up:

“Hey, you should get back inside, it’s freezing out here. Come on in, I still have some eggnog and maybe we could cuddle.” Misaki, who’s now emotionless, spoke up while clenching her phone: “My client just said they aren’t gonna pay since I killed the kid, which was out of contract”

“Oh come on, it’s just a client, don’t mind them too much.” Y/N said, knowing full well that this isn’t helping Misaki, even worsening the situation.

“JUST A CLIENT? DID YOU HEAR YOURSELF? I SHOT A FUCKING CHILD LILY, A CHILD! YOU THINK I WANTED THIS?!” Misaki said, bursting out all her pent up emotions.

Y/N then speak again, slower and softer this time as a tear run down their cheek:

 "I know, I know... I shouldn’t have said that. I regret it, truly. It’s just… it aches me, Misaki. I hate seeing the light in your eyes turn dark because of this. You mean so much, more than I can ever put into words, and knowing what you’ve just gone through, wish I could be there for you, make you smile again, because your happiness... it means everything to me."

She then curls up and cries, regret and sorrow weighing her body badly, sobbing up words muffled by tears: "I'm so sorry, Y/N. Truly, I am. I never wanted any of this. I never wanted to hurt innocents. But... it hurts, it hurts so much. I can still see his face and smile in my mind and it tears me apart. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I never meant for you to see me like this… but I don’t know how to make it right. I don’t know how to stop the pain."

Y/N moves closer, hugging onto Misaki: “There there, that’s why I’m here, we are lovers, aren’t we supposed to be there for each other? You don’t have to worry about that incident for tonight because right now, I want this moment for us and us only, you agree?”

Then, Lily grabbed Misaki’s phone, still buzzing from complaints of the client and smash it into pieces, making a smile a bit: “Sure Lily, let’s just enjoy this weird Christmas together, cause we are too deep in this shit now”The two quirky lovers would then hug each other on the roof of their apartment, staring down at the empty streets of the city with lights still flickering red and green, creating a strangely calming scene, almost surreal, like the world had paused just for them. The quietness seemed to echo their unspoken words of love, and for that moment, everything felt okay. They had each other, and that was enough. Their hearts, so full of flaws and regrets, beat in sync, as if to say “We’ll figure this out together”.

[lilygoofywritingcave]

About me!

(gosh im so bad with the decorations and stuff) name: Lily

a minor, so no freaky stuff please!

he/him (surprise i know, considering my choice of name)

As I've been encouraged to make this Tumblr, I will sometimes post stuff, not a consistent writer (school goes crazy)

Writings do vary, sometimes I do long sometimes short, depends on my mood and what I have in mind, Don't worry to drop me a few ideas or two, I might write it, who knows :3

Thank you for reading and have a nice day!

[lilygoofywritingcave]

1/5 tickets, here goes nothing

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