Unloveable (TWST x male reader) (DISCONTINUED/REWRITTEN)

Chapter 5: Jealousy, Jealousy...★ (Edited)

Y/n used the chaos brought by Deuce's signature spell to slip away. He went back to his locker. Wondering if he would be able to shove himself inside it and hide until everyone went home. He didn't want to face anyone else today.

He drew his coat around himself hiding within it.

The door to outside opened. Y/n looked up. He couldn't hide his door swung the other way. No matter how hard he tried he wouldn't be able to hide from this person's eyes.

"Child of man?" 

Y/n look up, "Malleus-San!!" The tall horned man smiled, "You're early..." y/n stood, blushing. 

"Yes, I thought I'd show up a bit early. Only to find the stage in utter disarray..." Malleus looked at the stage outside. 

"Oh yes, my apologies. You shouldn't have seen that... I was just taking a breather, all that fighting gave me a headache. I'll go help clean up!" 

Y/n went to run off, but a strong arm stopped him. "I already handled it."

"What? What do you mean?" Malleus nodded toward the door, y/n peaked out of it; seeing the stage in perfect condition. "H— how?" He asked looking up/over to Malleus who was leaning over him. 

"Just a little spell I learned." The tall horned man said with a giggle.

Y/n looked back out again, "You're amazing Malleus-San." 

Malleus wasn't used to being looked at like this. There was nothing but respect and admiration in this young human's eyes. Zero fear. He was nothing but amazed with this human's attitude. 

"Really, it's like— I don't know. It's like you're the best mage in the world..." Malleus blushed, his cheeks and ears covered in a soft reddish-greenish blush. 

"I truly am not..." he mumbled, almost as quiet as y/n was. 

"You truly are..." y/n looked up/over at him again.

Malleus blushed, "You—"

"Y/N!!!" Kalim cut them off. "There you are!!" 

Y/n looked over, "Ah. Hello Al-Asim-sama." Malleus nodded to the new person. 

"It's 15 minutes to curtain call!" The headwarden exclaimed.

Y/n thanked his upperclassmen, "You should get to the stands." Malleus smiled. "Don't let me down." Y/n nodded waving the elder off.

~.~

"10 minutes until show time." Jamil stated, pulling the curtains back just enough to see. 

"They'll be calling on us any minute now— ugh!" Vil slumped over a tad. Y/n ran over to Vil's side, summoning a warmcloth. 

"Are you sure about this?" Rook asked, looking worried. Vil waved off y/n rudely.

Y/n bowed walking back to Ruggie and Leona. "I've taken a painkiller poison. And covered my scratches with makeup." Vil said straightening back up and fixing his collar.

"Let me take the center spot!" Epel steeped forward. Leona cocked an eyebrow, fixing y/n's sloppy clothes.

"Epel, you're seriously dropping this on us last minute!?" Ace demanded.

"Tryin ta fill Vil's shoes, are ya?" Leona teased, deeming y/n's clothes neat enough.

"Ace and Leona are right. Why change it now?" Jamil asked, crossing his arms. 

"But— but look at him! He can hardly stand straight!!" Vil and Epel made eye contact, "Vil, you said that we had to win this; but what if you run out of stamina in the middle of the stage!? I don't wanna see you embarrass yourself in front of that audience."