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╰┈➤ ❝𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌❞
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ you were blessed some mysterious abilities that caused you meet your soulmates left and right. you don't have any dating experience nor have you ever had soulmates, but you weren't expecting to fi...
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“What's going on here?!” Grim exclaimed.
“Uh…Headmage…?” [Y] tilted his head. Yes, it's Crowley, wearing a apron and most of all, he was fucking cooking. “What's going on…?”
“Ah~ Mr. Prefect, welcome home~” Crowley beamed.
“P…prefect…? Me…? What's going on? I'm confused…” [Y] raised his eyebrows as the headmage placed some lunch on the table. Crowley smiled, “Knowing how responsible and genuinely kind you are. I thought I could give you a chance to become the prefect of Ramshackle.”
“Eh?” The [h] haired male and Grim blinked bewilderingly. That shit was out of nowhere. Was it because of the zing?
“Something's wrong!!!” Leona and Vil thought when they noticed a lovey dovey aura surrounding Crowley. The headmage walked over to the [h] haired male and led him to the dining table, “I've prepared you lunch since I knew you haven't eaten anything yet~ I don't know your favorite, but I've made as many~”
“A-ah. Thank you.” [Y] appreciated the headmage, though he was still confused on why the headmage suddenly promoted him as the prefect of the dorm. The prefects joined [Y] to eat lunch together. They really don't trust Crowley being around [Y]. The [h] haired male and Grim took a bite out of the dish that Crowley cooked and it wasn't that bad.
