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Codename: ROOK

Ch. 1 - Outside Contractual Obligations [AO3 Portal]

— PAIRING : Dabi/Touya Todoroki x F!Reader x Hawks/Keigo Takami

— WARNINGS : NSFW (Not in this chapter), Noir AU, No Quirk AU, Porn With Plot, Sexual Tension, Threesome - F/M/M, Drugs Blood and Violence, Crime Scenes, Organized Crime, Murder, Eventual Smut, Cunnilingus, Double Penetration, Masturbation, Analingus, Mildly Dub-Con, Not Canon Compliant, AFAB reader, She/her pronouns for reader

— SUMMARY : Being a police officer in a city where crime runs high and respect is non existent has got to be one of the shittiest jobs you've ever had. But it pays the bills. However, once you and detective Keigo Takami are assigned a case that deals with the murder of a prolific law enforcer and the subsequent chain of disappearances happening all over Musutafu, you realise that having your bills up to date is most definitely not worth all the danger you're up against. Especially when that danger is named Dabi, one of the most sought after criminals that you've been trying to catch red handed for years. Nonetheless, this is your only opportunity to make your job finally mean something, so you and Keigo decide to go undercover right in the jaws of peril, its razor sharp teeth waiting to bite into your neck like a guillotine. But you won't back out now, will you, officer? Good luck on the job, codename Rook.

— NOTES : This was supposed to be a smutty one shot I have no idea what the fuck happened. It's been gathering dust in my Docs for over a year and yet this is the only chapter I have 💀 I left notes for myself saying "don't go overboard with the plot because the point is for them to FUCK" and now here we are. It definitely worked. For sure... Still hope you enjoy!

“A big-name agent of ours went missing a few months ago. No trace of his whereabouts until a couple weeks ago, when his body was found in the dumpster behind a hole-in-the-wall restaurant. Well, parts of it anyway.”

The man in front of you took a final puff from his dying cigarette and promptly extinguished it in the ashtray in front of him, right next to a bowl of sweets with generic labels. He exhaled the smoke in billows and it vanished in the air, lingering with a pungent smell of tobacco and an awful chocolate flavouring. Your nose scrunched up slightly and you resisted the urge to cough.

“We have no evidence left at the crime scene and the body being chopped up makes it near impossible to determine the murder weapon,” he continued. “We have some of our best agents dealing with the autopsy and the case as a whole, but no clear suspects so far.”

“This seems like highly classified information. So why are you telling me this?”

You closed the file you were handed and placed it back on the desk, eyes shifting to detective Enji Todoroki sitting across from you, watching the way his eyebrows dropped down just a little in an expression that seemed to almost be judging your intelligence.

Really, you felt like you should be the one judging here.

To say you were confused would be an understatement. When you were called into Enji's office, you had assumed you did something wrong on the job, since most people in your workplace seemed to overlook you even when it came to small tasks. Sometimes you felt that if you wouldn't turn up to work one day, no one would notice. Usually, you didn't mind — being invisible meant you could do your work in peace without being bothered by unnecessary small talk or the occasional office drama that you sometimes overheard in the break room. You were just an officer, one of the lowest ranks in the force, so the only time you expected any attention was when something went wrong.

When Enji personally came to look for you before you went on patrol for your shift you felt your stomach drop. Yes, the job sucked a good majority of the time, since you noticed you were often not taken seriously by your colleagues, sometimes probably even considered a liability when dealing with more violent cases. But like any other person roaming the earth, you still had rent to pay and food to buy if you wanted to continue existing, and working for the Public Safety Commission ensured you did just that and still had some money left for your more frivolous wants. Straightening your back, you followed Enji to his office, every bad scenario playing in your mind only getting worse when, as soon as you sat down, he dropped a file containing the case details on the desk in front of you, pushing it forward in a silent prompt for you to read it.

And now here you were, bombarded with information about a murder you were pretty sure you were not qualified to deal with, at least judging by your contractual obligations. You had half a mind to ask if you'd be getting paid more if you worked on the case, but you bit your tongue from the overwhelming feeling of uneasiness creeping up your spine.

“Of course, I don't expect you to understand things so quickly.” You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at his comment. “But surely you've gathered by now that you have been assigned as an assistant to this case.”

“That much is obvious,” you couldn't help but retort. “The question is still why?”

“I was meant to be assigned to this case, but the crime rate has spiked in recent months. I have bigger issues to deal with, so the Commission decided that we need someone that can slip under the radar.”

Ah, so they just needed some cannon fodder. Part of you thought you should've expected as much from the Commission.

“I still think I'm terribly underqualified to be working on this case.”

Enji leaned back into his chair, tapping one of his armrests with his index finger. “So do I, but you'll be working under detective Takami.” He heaved a sigh and allowed a sarcastic undertone to lace his voice, “Who should've been here to give you a quick overview of the case progression so far, but who are we to count on his punctuality?”

Wait a second, working under who?

You blinked and did a double take at him, replaying his words in your mind as if trying to dissect their meaning. This was fantastic in the worst possible way. Not only did you practically have a murder case of a prominent agent dropped into your inexperienced and unsuspecting arms, you were now the right hand of the second best detective of the Commission, Keigo Takami.

If only you had these kinds of odds bestowed upon you if you played the lottery, surely you'd have won enough to ditch this job.

You thought back to what Enji had just revealed to you and couldn't shake the feeling that there was a different reason why they would ask an officer to help with this case, other than just “slipping under the radar”. With one of the best detectives taking over, you figured the Commission wouldn't be stupid enough to allow someone like you to get in the way of the investigation.

As the questions multiplied in your mind, your tongue was tied, unable to figure out a way to put your doubts into words, especially since you knew Enji would do nothing to soothe them.

There was a knock on the door breaking your train of thought, before it opened to reveal detective Takami, an easygoing smile etched on his lips, his gloved hands buried inside the pockets of his shearling jacket, with only one coming up to push his aviator sunglasses that were resting on the bridge of his nose to the top of his head.

“Sorry I missed the introductions,” he said, “but I'm sure we weren't called here just to chat.”

“At last you grace us with your presence, detective. A little while longer and our officer here would've taken over the case in your stead.”

You whipped your head towards Enji, almost ready to ask him if he was serious, before you looked back at Keigo to see him meet your gaze.

“I'm Keigo Takami, it's a pleasure to meet you.” He gave you a charming smile and extended his hand for you to shake. You grasped it firmly and introduced yourself. “So, were you one of the first responders at the scene?”

“Actually,” Enji interjected, “the officer is unfamiliar with the case at the moment, save for the basic details.”

“Oh?” Keigo frowned in confusion.

“As of today, this is your new assistant in this case.”

Keigo blinked a few times, then shook his head and huffed a laugh. “I'm sorry. What? An officer? Not that I mean to doubt your judgement or anything, but isn't this case a little too sensitive for an officer to deal with?” He turned towards you. “No offence.”

“None taken, I'm a little confused myself.”

Enji sighed and massaged his temple with one hand before he leaned forward. “You see, your role in this case will be a little more... 'hands-on' than usual. I mentioned we don't have any concrete suspects, but we do have an idea of the organisation that might be responsible for the murder, which is why we need to employ your help for the investigation.”

“I don't see how this is anything new,” Keigo said. “We've been investigating the League for a while, they operate in this area. Tying them to this murder would be the most obvious first step.”

“The League?” you interfered.

Enji raised an eyebrow at you. “Are you familiar with them?”

“Uh, yeah.” Your eyes shifted between the two men watching you. “They've made a name for themselves amongst the police officers. We've been trying to catch a few of them in the act but they always slip away.”

“Unsurprising for the police force,“ Enji scoffed and you frowned. “Let's hope we won't have the same disappointing results in this case. We have no time to waste on pathetic failures.”

Keigo looked at you from the corner of his eye and noticed the way your shoulders tensed up. He leaned over and dug his hand into the bowl of sweets on the desk, effectively catching both of your attentions. With a fistful of candy, he resumed his questions for Enji who was dishing out your responsibilities.

“So is this about the NOMU Program?”

Enji's eyes narrowed. “How do you know about that program? It's classified information, even for you.”

Keigo shrugged and shoved some more candy into his mouth. “If it is about that, I'd argue that's even more reason why we shouldn't drag an officer into this.”

“Sorry,” you interjected. “What is the NOMU Program?”

“Don't concern yourself with things outside of your duties,” Enji snapped.

“Come now, let's be courteous with our colleague,” Keigo said with a light-hearted tone before turning to you. “It's a codename used by the League. We figured it stands for Network of Metahumanoid Units. A fancy name that's probably got to do with their attempts at reanimating corpses.”

Fuck, so now you were dealing with zombies? Sure, technology as a whole was impressive, but it was nowhere near sophisticated enough to bring someone back from the dead. As far as you knew, every attempt to reverse death was futile. So then why would someone bother?

Enji noticed the confusion in your eyes and spoke before you could ask any questions. "They're planning to use them as weapons. Keigo called them corpses because essentially that's what they are: on the brink of brain death.”

“The only reason why they don't collapse is because the League is pumping them full of a drug called Trigger that boosts their baser powers,” Keigo continued, earning an annoyed glare from Enji at how readily he presented the classified information to you. “We've only had a few attacks reported so far, and we weren't sure what exactly we were dealing with, so we had our top agents deployed to deal with them. Which is why the police weren't mobilised.”

“Sounds like a pretty important omission to me,” you countered with a frown. “So is this what we're dealing with here? Drugged up zombies?”

“We're still unsure,” Keigo answered. “If this victim was supposed to be part of the NOMU Program, then we wouldn't have a body cut up into pieces on our hands. Maybe they're trying to send a message.”

“That's where you two come in," Enji announced. "This time, you will not be dealing with any forensic analysis, suspect interrogation or evidence collection. Instead, you two will act as our eyes and ears and infiltrate the League.”

An insurmountable amount of pressure crashed over you and clenched your muscles in a vice grip, to the point where you almost felt as if it would crack your bones at any moment. You tried to control your expression in an attempt to stop your shock from washing over your face, but surely the vein that started throbbing painfully in your temple was enough proof.

“Hold on.” You raised your hand again to signal for Enji to slow down. “You mean to tell me you called me here to act as your spy?”

Enji scowled. “I don't like it either. They shouldn't send a rookie in for such a big case. I should've been the lead, but it wasn't my decision to make, so I suggest you suck it up and do your job.”

Your voice was exasperated, “There are so many ways that this could go wrong if you send me out there! I'd just hold detective Takami back!”

“I have to agree,” Keigo said. “It's best if I work on my own as usual.”

“Well you see, Takami, things are not so easy in this line of work,” Enji snarled, then produced two folders from his briefcase and stood up, handing them to you and Keigo. “Commission's orders and instructions. Read them thoroughly. Good luck with the mission detective, officer.”

And with that, he stepped out of the room and you felt as if all oxygen made an exit along with him, your heart pounding in your chest so hard you could almost hear it through the grave silence that fell over the room as you read the instructions:

“Officer,

As of today you will refer to yourself as Rook and to your mission partner as Hawks. Forget your real name. Return your weapons, badge, uniform and any other equipment that may be in your possession at the reception of the PCS HQ.

While infiltrated do not contact anyone outside including family members, friends, acquaintances and other PSC employees except for your partner.

You will not have any accolades attached to your name. Your achievements will not be disclosed by the PSC if you succeed. You will receive no posthumous awards if you die. This is your duty to fight for the people. Failure to comply could result in dismissal, sanctions and/or prosecution.

Destroy this document after reading.”

This job was so not worth it.

You watched the grainy screen of the tube TV perched in a corner of the office intently, listening to the news broadcasted somberly by the anchor along with your colleagues. Keigo was by your side, expertly twirling a pen in his fingers, but his focus was zeroed in on the screen, his nose and mouth buried in the raised collar of his jacket.

After the discovery of the body of the Commission's agent, the disappearances around Musutafu increased by a concerning margin. What was worse was that not all of them were agents, some were simply civilians that seemingly had powerful or useful builts and abilities, like the person whose face was now on the screen, their name, last known location and clothes they were last seen wearing listed underneath the picture.

You crossed your arms over your chest and frowned. If this was what you were dealing with, even with your training and experience you were unsure how you'd survive as a double agent. You had no special skill, no upper-hand tactic and you couldn't rely on Keigo—Hawks—for fear that you'd hold him back and compromise the mission.

With how they had you bring back anything that would suggest you'd ever had any contact with the Commission, it really seemed as if they were trying to erase any trace of your existence. This job was all you had, all you ever worked for since you were just a bright-eyed trainee at the police academy, ready to take on any danger coming your way if it meant you could save someone else from it.

How naïve.

Maybe you should've just given up when you were still a child, still able to choose a path that would fit you and your capabilities more. The society in which you lived was unforgiving to weak people, so you had to adapt. But women were not always respected in the police force, and those who were got there because of their network rather than their own abilities more often than not. Not to mention that a police officer's chances of advancing without having someone behind them were close to none.

In other words, there was no way out for you. But at least you weren't exactly the perfect catch for whatever the League was planning, by the looks of things.

From the fog of your worries, you felt Hawks tap your shoulder to catch your attention. His collar was now pushed down neatly and you could see the serious way in which his lips were pursed. He gestured with his head for you to follow him and you complied with a nod.

You reached his office, after stopping by your desk to collect the last bits and pieces you had left laying around, and sat down in front of his desk, one hand worriedly rubbing your chin as you looked out the window. His eyes never left you as he sat down and leaned back in his chair, the pen he was playing with earlier still in his hands. He watched carefully as your brows turned downward in a frown that casted a shadow of concern over your eyes, before he put the pen down on the desk, the sound making you turn to look at him.

“I know you're worried,” he started, “but I want you to know I won't let anything happen to you.”

You let your hands fall into your lap. “Please, don't worry about me. I don't want to be a drawback in this mission.”

“You won't be,” he said, but noticed you were unconvinced when the corner of your lip lifted in what was supposed to be a polite smile, but didn't quite reach your eyes. “You graduated as the top eighth trainee in the police academy, surpassing like, what, 22 of your classmates? That's pretty impressive.” You stared at him in a mix of confusion and surprise and he shrugged nonchalantly. “I've read your file. You've got a lot of potential, officer.”

You smiled and nodded as thanks. In the past, this kind of compliment would've left you feeling all warm and fuzzy on the inside, feeding into your pride and fuelling your determination to get even better. But now, the comment felt like tossing a coin down an endless pit, nowhere near enough to fill the hollow space in your chest and, despite its value, ultimately useless. When did your outlook on your job get so sour?

Maybe it was when you were put up for disciplinary action after attempting to stop one of your fellow officers from brutalising a murder suspect. Or maybe when you had one case shut down because the culprit was the daughter of an acclaimed attorney that somehow found the perfect team of lawyers to render the evidence null. Or maybe it was simply after you had graduated from the academy and were thrown out into the real world. Any way, perhaps this was the universe's way of making up for all the times it fucked up. By giving you a new opportunity.

You picked up the pen from Hawks's desk and fiddled with it. “Officer, huh? I thought my new name was Rook.”

Hawks chuckled. “They're really terrible at picking codenames, huh? Sounds like we're just two bird enthusiasts with no imagination.”

You chuckled at his comment and after a moment you bent down to rummage through the box in which you had collected your remaining possessions from your desk, pulling out a document. You opened it, quickly finding the file in which you and Hawks took notes about your action plan.

“So,” you started, scrolling through the notes, “you were saying you already have a way to get inside the League?”

Hawks leaned forward on his elbows to get a better look at the notes. “Well, yes and no. Enji didn't tell you this, but remember how I said we've been investigating the League for a while? Well, I've been in contact with one of the members. I managed to get close enough for him to think I'll soon defect and join them.”

“So you've been planning to go undercover for a while now?”

“It's the only way I could squeeze any information out of them. They seem pretty loyal to their cause, so getting one of them to become an informant for the PSC was highly unlikely.”

You nodded in thought. “So who's your contact?”

“A guy named Dabi.”

Your blood ran cold and your eyes shot up to Hawks. You knew that name too well. Not only was he notoriously known among the law enforcement as one of the most dangerous members of the League, but he was the person responsible for numerous counts of arson in your area, courtesy of his pyromaniacal tendencies. You'd been trying to find a way to get closer to catching him for years. Each time, he slipped out of your hands, your attempts always too late or too little.

You knew what Dabi was capable of, and without the comfort of a self defence weapon and protective equipment by your side, you feared you'd be turned to ash before you even tried to get any information out of the League.

You stared through Hawks for a few seconds. His eyes searched your expression as he frowned in confusion at your sudden change. You noticed that and blinked a few times, clearing your throat.

“So this contact is our ticket inside, but how do I get him to trust me? I think I'd be found out before I even get to talk to him.”

“No need to worry, I'll send him your way somehow. You then offer to be their informant. We'll have to act separately to avoid raising suspicion, so if we cross paths, try acting like you don't know me personally.”

You nodded in acknowledgement then remained quiet for a second before frowning in thought.

“I don't understand. If you already have an in, then why would the Commission send me to help?”

Hawks sighed. “You heard what the Commission said, you'll be the bait.” He leaned back in his chair. “The League is reluctant to let me join because I'm a well-known detective. They know who I am and what I do, but they don't know you. If you manage to convince them you're also just a crooked law enforcer, that would be the last step we need to finally get inside.”

“How am I supposed to do that?”

Hawks regarded you thoughtfully, tilting his head and looking you up and down. His scrutinising eyes seemed to glow as the final rays of dusk poured through the blinds of his office window. Before he even spoke, you knew that his idea would not be to your liking.

“Say, how comfortable are you with flirting?”

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italoniponic · 2 years

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Hello hello! May i request the shy but kind s/o with trey, jade and rook? (As you can see i LOVE the vice dorm leaders but ik the limits three so i chose my top 3 😁) also thank you! And i think you deserve like- a million followers- cuz yr writing is top tier chefs kiss 👌

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭��𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

| Notes: Hi, anon! Don’t worry! Humm… I see that you choose the “top3 sneakiest and shadiest vice leaders” from Idia’s list lmao And we continue with the saga of the shy kind reader~ In case some readers want more, there’s one for Deuce and other for Jack, Leona, Azul. I’ll make special masterlists for repeated tropes at the end of the event. I really like Trey and writing his was literally sweet but I just had so much fun writing Rook’s! He’s the weirdest of the weirdos but he amuses me. Thanks for the request <3 |

Trey Clover, Jade Leech, Rook Hunt x g!n shy but kind reader / headcanons / fluff / crush to lovers / (half) vice dorm leaders / use of “you” pronouns

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Gentle Lover

Trey knew you would be good company from the first moment he saw you. Unlike the other students who caused chaos even when they tried to avoid it — you know exactly who he’s talking about — your quieter, more shy personality stood out to him. Which was funny because you didn't used to like attracting attention to yourself;

Trey could understand that. He liked to act like a normal boy and as much as his life had always been relatively ordinary, he was considered the “quiet and proper student” of the class wherever he went. Both that and that classic “big brother” that others can rely on. Trey is reserved but, not necessarily shy or introspective;

When you talk together, it's like baking a cake. Ingredient by ingredient, stirring the dough gently and with a certain dexterity. Trey didn't pressure you to talk more than you liked and there was this implicit feeling that you were free to call it a day and do whatever you wanted after a good small talk. He would understand perfectly;

But ironically, it only made you spend even more time talking to him. Trey also noticed over time that you had a gentle side and even when your shyness was a hindrance, you didn't fail to help others and be helpful. This impression was intensifying more and more;

Before Trey could realize it, he was in love. It was like finding the perfect cherry to put on the cake he was preparing. Such a good, comfortable and sweet feeling. Trey found himself thinking for the first time about something that didn’t involve flour, sugar and stopping Riddle from guillotining the entire dorm;

He handled the situation with the utmost calm. There was no reason to act weird and if he suddenly got shy, you'd get it wrong — as happens in the teen movies Cater insists on recommending to Trey and forces him to watch. Not that Trey considers himself a movie-worthy protagonist but, one way or another, it was better to act normally;

But Trey is never prepared for the way you smile when he greets you as you walk in the hallways or when you visit Heartslabyul. You give a restrained nod but your smile is graceful and warm. It's like someone kneading Trey’s heart on a table, making it beat violently. But he is quick to pull himself together and smile at you back;

It took Trey a while to think of a way to declare himself to you, but in the end, he chose to make one of your favorite foods and leave a little note with the words “I love you”. Despite all the compliments that others give him, Trey doesn't consider himself the most skilled with words and he just wanted to make his feelings clear and easy to understand;

And so it was. You were so surprised but at the same time so happy that your love for Trey was reciprocated that you put the food aside just to hug him. It was a sudden but strong hug. Full of gratitude and affection, in a way that the gesture managed to be more complete than the best-crafted poetry;

Trey already expected that being your boyfriend would be a unique experience, even more so because it seemed that he only stayed friends with strange and eccentric people. Well, sometimes you could be one of those people deep down — actually, someone just like him. That made Trey laugh;

One of the things Trey likes to do with you is cooking. Whether he teaches you, whether you do something together, it’s a time of calm and tranquility. You are a perfect sous-chef, helpful and partner for all hours. Trey enjoys those little moments when you smile, always surprising him with yet another of your secret wonders.

You see, the ocean is the home to all kinds of fishes and creatures. Some more courageous and daring, others more shy and taciturn. The size of these fishes, in general, has a special role in how much they are willing to take risks in the sea — the same as extroverts in the real world;

But regardless of size, you had the shyness of a little fish and Jade had everything to be the big fish, not only for his height but for the subtle way he inflicted fear on people. At first, you didn't have a very different reaction. Every time Jade passed by you, it was as if he had come out of the depths of nowhere and shock your heart;

It was a joy for Jade to see how your eyes could double in size every time you recognized his presence and the way you tripped over yourself and your own words when trying to talk to him. However, when he needed help with something, you were there to offer support. Always. Against all the odds, you mustered the courage to extend your hand to him;

Just like the time Jade was taking his pharmaceutics project to Prof. Crewel, which consisted of two terrariums from different families of fungi that he crossed. But the terrariums were reasonably large and you, passing by, worried that he was taking it all himself. Taking a deep breath, you approached him and half muttering, half gesticulating, you showed yourself willing to take the second terrarium to Jade;

No matter the good deed, you didn't bother to ask for anything in return. Even though being quite shy and talking to people wasn't your forte, you were always kind to others. Truly kind. Jade had no idea that someone consciously helping him and smiling in such a sweet way could make his heart feel as light as a bubble;

There was no more natural course but Jade ended up falling in love with you little by little. He managed to get closer to you over time, talking and sharing some of the thoughts that most of the time he hid. Obviously, not all on the same day. It was an equivalent exchange between you, one and the other opening up more day after day;

If being shy gives you any advantage, it's having that comfortable air of someone who can listen to people. The beginning was of slow development because this was also the role that Jade played in any conversation. He was naturally trained to guide people into a false sense of security to hear their deepest secrets. And you were... very difficult in that matter;

But the feeling of comfort you conveyed was genuine and won his heart with the dexterity of a good fisherman. Jade didn't realize it — it was Azul who commented on it — but he always smiled when he was next to you, listening to you talk very quietly about your opinions. A real smile, long and sweet. The kind of smile usually reserved for his mushrooms;

To your infinite surprise, the romantic feelings you developed for Jade were reciprocal and, in the words of the merman himself, you dominated him as no one has ever done and never would. That was said to make your heart fail for a brief moment and your shocked reaction was exactly what Jade expected. Oh, you just started dating and you already made him that happy!;

There is a silver lining to having a big fish as a boyfriend: other people are more afraid to pick on you. No matter where or when, Jade knows when others make some derogatory comment about your shyness — and woe betide them. Jade is for sure that person who in any establishment usually makes the requests that you whispered in his ear and corrects the waiters when they don’t understand what you said;

If you want a little encouragement to improve your speech or open up to people, Jade is there for it. He is a natural communicator and would be happy to help you. But in general, Jade cherishes a lot for your sweet and shy way of being, a precious anemone that he will take care of with all his affection.

If there was one thing Rook liked almost as much as admiring people’s beauty, it was contemplating their personalities. The world has a variety of people just like a tree and its thousands of leaves — similar but not necessarily the same. Even people of similar temperament weren’t like twins, perfect copies of each other;

Rook had already met several shy people and yet, you stood out among them in a very special way. Although he tried to explain it to you, you didn't quite understand. In fact, Rook’s pompous, eccentric and eloquent nature scared you a little at first. You never knew what to say to him and hearing him compliment you in a thousand ways didn't help much;

Invariably, you ran away from him as a frightened and smart dove runs away from a hunter. That only increased Rook’s interest in you. The circumstances of how you had stopped in that unknown world, the secrets you hid, your likes and fears, the words you wanted to say but never escaped the gates of your lips. He wanted to know everything!;

In his free time, Rook liked to watch you from afar, watching your interaction with the world around you. You carried with you the shaking feelings of shyness, but the real gentleness of a noble heart. Your sparrow’s song — as Rook affectionately called your occasional stutter — was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard;

Rook always made a point of greeting you when he passed you — visibly and not behind a bush. At first, you were scared, but over time, it became part of your routine. You would wave and nod at Rook back, sometimes managing to smile a little. You had no idea how much it melted his heart. And melted him too, as Rook throws himself at whoever was passing near him to hold him as he absorbed your kind response;

Eventually, when Rook struck up a conversation, you could answer him with a little more than five short words. Rook was an absolute gentleman with you, always courteous and gentle. And also sincere support in the small and big things. Even when faced with your flaws, his words were far from being rude or ironic. In fact, he gave you a little hope to keep trying to improve;

Your kindness to others is the central theme of most of the poetry Rook writes about you — and recites in the direction of your room in Ramshackle, so you can hide your flushed face and your reactions, and give him even more material to eloquently lament about how he can't reach you in that moment. An absolute mad lad but you're falling in love with him too;

During walks around the school, Rook often gives up his own hat so you can hide your face in it while you talk. He cannot restrain himself from praising and courting you whenever he gets the chance, swearing by the superiority of your inner and outer beauty above any other. You really can’t help but hide yourself behind that feather hat;

Rook definitely confessed his deep love for you in front of the Beautiful Queen’s statue during the most magnificent sunset you had ever seen. He told you that, according to some legends, the Queen was shy and reserved like you when she was young. But she has learned to combine her beauty and intelligence to overcome her obstacles;

Rook is confident in your potential and admires you in every way, even if you only advance little by little. He’ll be by your side at all times, being your moral support and a right-arm that you can hold on to to keep yourself on your feet. His faithfulness is immutable and absolute. It’s the first time you see him so confident and determined to swear his love only to you;

Rook is a fairly understandable boyfriend and respects your development time above everything. No matter how long it takes for you two to kiss, hold hands, or do anything, Rook is pleased to know that you love him back. Your small gestures of kindness and love are what make him happiest.

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