𝒲𝒾𝓃𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝒲ℴ𝓃𝒹ℯ𝓇𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹： 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓌 ℴ𝒻 𝓉𝒽ℯ ℱ𝓇ℴ𝓏ℯ𝓃 ℋℯ𝒶𝓇𝓉

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑒－𝑅𝑒𝑑 𝑇𝑦𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑡： 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 19

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"This world, Upturned, Will burn, Need disaster"

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Cafeteria

"It requires physical touch for me to enter the Garden of Memoria," Y/n explained calmly, referring to the ancient realm she often called Ahtohallan, her voice soft but firm. After all, water has memory. "And I would rather ask permission to look into your heart...so stop looking like you're constipated," she bluntly stated.

Ace and Deuce turned beet red, caught in the act of panicking over what Y/n might've seen—or felt—about their thoughts. Trey and Isfrid, meanwhile, struggled to contain their laughter. The twin prince had a hand over his mouth, his eyes gleaming with silent amusement.

"My, my... touch, is it?" Vanitas murmured silkily, his voice darkly teasing and far too intimate as he leaned over her shoulder, his breath brushing her skin like a forbidden secret. "Then I'll gladly offer mine whenever you desire, ma douce colombe. If it means you'll stay with me a little longer in that frozen little world of yours... I'd even let you bury your hands in my heart."

"Don't push it." Isfrid's voice was like cracking ice, his glare sharp enough to freeze rivers. His hand flexed instinctively as shimmering frost threads began to snake from his fingertips—half a warning, half a promise.

Vanitas met his deadly gaze with an amused smirk, but there was something darker simmering beneath his polished exterior. "Ah... possessive, aren't we, mon frère de glace?" he purred mockingly. "But who are you to stop her from choosing whose touch she accepts?"

Y/n let out a sigh, rubbing her temple as Cater audibly snickered at the rising tension. "Can we not do this in the middle of lunch...?"

"S-Speaking of which - are you still not gonna let me into the dorm until I buy a tart, Cater?" Ace asked to change the subject while Deuce coughed slightly.

"Don't @ me, but...yeah. That's rule 53, so my hands are tied," Cater said with a grin. "By the way, Riddle always looks forward to eating the first slice of the whole tart," he added, shaping his hands into a tart shape. "So if you want him to forgive you, you had better bring a whole tart!"

"What happened to 'We're all from the same dorm, let's try to get along?' Throw me a bone here!" Ace exclaimed.

"That's one thing. This is another," Cater replied.

"A whole tart has gotta be pretty expensive," Deuce commented.

"Seriously?!" Ace exclaimed in annoyance. "I don't have that much money for that!"

"I can buy you one," Y/n offered.

"Oh? Really, Lil' Rabbit?" Ace asked, his eyes brightening.

"Absolutely not!" Isfrid cut in with a glacial snap, his tone colder than usual. "I'm not letting Y/n give you the easy way out of YOUR problem! You're on your own for this one, human," he sassily says, crossing his arms.

"Oh, come on!"

Vanitas chuckled, his tone light but his eyes never left Y/n. "So generous, ma lumière. But you shouldn't waste your kindness on those who won't bleed for it."

"Vanitas—" Y/n started.

"Then why not make one yourself?" Cater suggested. "Trey's the guy who baked all those strawberry tarts,"