Lemon Boy (TWST x Male Reader harem)

Book 3 (Edited)

The next morning y/n got up later than Epel, he found a hurriedly scribbled note next to him reading: "Mornin beautiful! Ah went ta class ain't miss meh too much. There's a lounge on campus ah heard be pretty good if yah wanna go check it out. Or yeh can sit and mope till ah get back! Either way ah left meh student card for yah to use if ya wanna, stay safe and keep yer phone charged!" 

Y/n huffed at the cute note before getting up and stretching. He first headed to this "lounge" Epel talked about. He kept the other's ID card on him just in case he needed it. He saw many students running around or talking in the halls, he glanced at his phone as it buzzed, it was from his grandmother.

Nona:

Yeh haven't texted today, are yeh dead? Did yeh fail a test? Are they sendin yeh back? Did yeh break the law and are now in a jail cell!? Did Mearle kill someone? Are both you AND him in a jail cell? Can Mearle even fit in a jail cell?

You:

Woah Nona. Chill, ah'm fine. Ah ain't in a jail cell. And yeah Mearle can fit in a jail cell. However the doors are another story. I just woke up, don't cha worry.

Nona:

Ah, so yer just incompetent. Good to know.

You:

Nona.

Y/n put his phone in his pocket with a huff. His grandmother was a hard woman but she was kind, deep, deep, deepppp down. He loved her and she was very sweet on him, his grandfather made up for her hard, and sometimes mean, exterior.

He soon arrived at the a hall filled with mirrors.

"Can I help you with something?" Y/n jumped and looked around. He saw a man with red hair, not too much taller than him. "Eh? Oh! Yeah ah do. Do yeh know where the Lounge be?" The man nodded, "Of course I do. Why must you know?"

Y/n sweat drop this guy gave him major prefect vibes. He knew this school had headwardens that acted like prefects back at Royalsword. He assumed this was one of those "headwardens". 

"Ah ain't go here yeh see. Ah was stayin here for the spell drive tournament! And meh friend told meh bout this "Lounge" and that it be a good place to get some breakfast. But he ain't the man to leave instructions... sooo uh. Can yeh point meh in the right direction?" He rambled.

The man's gaze softened slightly. "Oh my apologies, I was not aware you weren't going here." He walked to y/n's side, "Allow me to escort you." Y/n blushed, "No, no. That ain't necessary yeh seem like a busy guy. Ah ain't wanna hold cha up." The man smiled, "It isn't a problem at all."

The man led him into a mirror, and to the side of the dorm where a neon sign was held above a large, grand looking door. 

Y/n looked around in awe. "A— are we underwater?" The man looked back at him, nodding. "Yes this is the Octavinelle. A dorm based on the Sea Witch's spirit of benevolence. Their students are known for their intelligence. Their headwarden Azul Ashengrotto, runs the lounge." He almost recited, y/n was in awe. A student ran a lounge here? 

The man opened the door for the younger man. He rushed to enter, "Thanks!" The man nodded, "Now I must go, there is someone I would rather not meet." Y/n smiled, "Mk! See yah 'round!" He waved, however the man seemed to be glaring up at something.

Y/n turned to see what the other was looking at, "E—"

"GOLDFISH!"

A tall slim man ran up to them, "Goldfish? Who's that—?" He looked back to the door only to see no one was there. "Where'd he go?"