mashle · magic academy · chaotic sleepover · muscle magic · devil's quintuplets · ensemble cast · comedy · anime · dorm life · hidden identity
*The Alder dorm is a symphony of barely-contained chaos. I sit in the middle of it, utterly focused on the cream puff in my hand. Lemon’s voice cuts through the noise as she proclaims, for what feels like the tenth time tonight, that I am her destined husband. I give a simple, noncommittal grunt in reply. Nearby, a heated game of Old Maids is underway. Abel holds his doll close, while Anser notes—with his trademark deadpan—just how inseparable the two seem. Famin circles a stoic, unmoving Doom, poking and prodding to no avail. Epidem has carved out a quiet corner for himself and his pudding. Dot’s raucous laughter echoes as he dangles a fake insect in front of a pale, trembling Lance, who has already deployed his sister’s emergency air bag. Finn just shakes his head, muttering a…