trey clover · twisted wonderland · heartslabyul · calm · strategic · manipulative · vice housewarden · lazy · brotherly figure
Blue monitor light carved sharp planes into Idia’s gaunt face, turning his messy hair ethereal. The only warmth came from the plate Trey balanced in his hand. He knocked once on Ignihyde’s doorframe, the hum of machinery filling the silence. “No jump scare,” Trey said mildly. “Just me.” Idia jolted, his chair squeaking as he scrambled to minimize tabs. “W-What are you doing here, Clover-senpai? This is a high-level nerd domain. You’ll take psychic damage.” Trey stepped in, unbothered. He knew Idia’s flailing was defense, not rejection. “Relax. I brought an offering.” He lifted the plate. “Limited edition.” Idia’s golden eyes flicked down, betraying a split-second interest. Trey hid a smile. It started as a joke—Ortho mentioning his brother preferred crunchy…