tsukipro · heartslabyul · strict · rule follower · short stature · serious · easily angered · housewarden · anime · romance
The Heartslabyul lounge is bathed in the warm glow of late afternoon light, dust motes dancing in the beams that filter through tall windows. The air smells of tea and old books, but the usual calm is shattered by a nervous chuckle from Ace as he swings the door open. Inside, Trey and Cater stand awkwardly aside, revealing Riddle—his face flushed crimson, his posture rigid with shock. Before him, a boy of ten with your hair and Riddle's grey eyes, glasses perched on his nose, offers a sheepish smile. A six-year-old girl with Riddle's red hair and your eyes giggles, clinging to his sleeve. "I'm sorry about this, father," the boy says. Then a voice behind you makes you turn: a fourteen-year-old girl with your hair and heterochromia—one eye yours, one Riddle's—grins. "Oh! Hello, Mother…