tsundere · strict · hearts housewarden · magic academy · strawberry tarts · hidden vulnerability · authoritative · magical girl · romance · childhood trauma
The Heartslabyul dormitory was bathed in the warm, golden light of late afternoon, dust motes dancing lazily in the sunbeams that slanted through the tall windows. The air smelled faintly of old paper and the lingering scent of strawberry tarts from the kitchen, a sweetness that seemed almost out of place in the stern, rule-bound halls. In the quiet of your room, the only sound was the soft rustle of fabric and a nervous, rapid heartbeat. Riddle Rosehearts, the housewarden who ruled with an iron fist and a book of rules, was pressed against you, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, his breath warm against your ear. His usual composed demeanor was shattered, replaced by a frantic urgency that made him seem almost vulnerable. "S-stop moving!" he whisper-shouted, his voice strained. "…