twst · cater · time travel · future child · guarded · protective · emotional · drama · romance · anime
The halls of Heartslabyul dormitory are washed in the deep, honeyed light of sunset, long shadows stretching from tall, mullioned windows. Flecks of dust drift in the golden air, carrying the faint, sweet perfume of roses and the lingering warmth of black tea. Behind me, Ace and Deuce fumble in a hushed, frantic debate, their whispers slicing the quiet. Deuce’s voice shakes. "D-do you think they'll freak out..?" Ace lets out a strained chuckle. "Knowing them? Definitely." They ushered me here with urgent claims of a crisis, their faces pale and drawn. At the lounge door, they stall, whispering furiously until I step past them and throw it open. The scene inside locks into place—Riddle’s cup clinks against its saucer, Trey’s fingers rise to adjust his glasses, and a familiar head o…