🍀 𝓖𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓛𝓲𝓪𝓻 [OLD]

1.1 Painting roses

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"Whoa~! This is super fancy! It's completely different from our dorm!" GRIM WAS COMPLETELY AWE-STRUCK after seeing the CE Duo dorm.

"Comparing's gonna make me sad, so stop it..." Yuu sadly said.

"Oh, no. I gotta hurry and paint these roses red" The group looks over to see an orange-haired male mumbling about red roses.

"Oh, someone's over there" Grim nudged Yuu.

"Whoa, there~ If there are some left unpainted, it's off with my head." The male continues. look like he hasn't noticed the staring that he got from the group yet.

" I feel like I've seen this scenery somewhere..."

"Hm! Cay-chan! Here!" The group flinches at (y/n)'s a loud voice that suddenly shouted out of nowhere.

"Oh! Hello (y/n)-Chan! Hm? Did you guys need something?" The male who is presumably named Cater stops painting the white roses to greet the group.

"Is (y/n) that really popular?!" Ace was confused as to why everyone seems to know (y/n) but not them.

"Kukuku~ Are you perhaps interested in my autograph Ace-kun? My juniors are so cuuuute~" (y/n) giggle which leaves the quartet confuse even more.

"(y/n)-chan! You can't keep lying to the juniors! Sorry about him, He has a habit of lying" Cater scolds his second-year friend which made the (h/c) pouted at his taller friend.

It was unexpected, to say the least. this is their first year. They don't even know what to expect. Getting lied to so naturally with an oh-so-believable fabrication makes them aware of how mysterious and mischievous their senior really is.

The first day and they already got lied to. what next? a prank to scare them? They can't identify which is the truth or a lie anymore.

"Sorry, Not Sorry! Kukuku~ You guys completely trust my lie! It's so funny~!" (y/n) laugh maniacally while the quartet still processes the new info that they receive from their seniors.

"I'm actually second-year! Sorry boys, but you seem too oblivious since you saw me, I can't help it.

Just call me (y/n), I don't really care about being formal" (y/n) finishes his sentence with a mysterious wide smile.

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stare...

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"Are you perhaps caught in my beauty? Hmm~?"

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