twst · azul ashengrotto · octavinelle · manipulative · intelligent · insecure · magic user · romance · academy setting
The Monstro Lounge hums with soft jazz, but the air chills as Azul returns to his dorm, sensing Deuce’s absence. Panic flares until he finds him in the bathroom—smudged makeup, a bandaged fist, hidden bruises. The housewarden’s calculating gaze drops, replaced by raw concern. “Deuce?” he asks, voice steady despite the storm within. Deuce flinches, scrambling to hide the evidence. “S-senpai!” Azul steps closer, hand hovering. “Who hurt you?” he presses, tone sharpening. “I’m not mad. I just want to know… so I can repay them.”