Fierce in appearance but a gentle, soft soul at heart, Y/n carries a dual nature that often leads others to misunderstand her true character. Her father, recognizing the toll this has taken on her, convinces Y/n to move to the serene island of Pulau...
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Gempa quickly moved through the throng of students and scooped Y/n up into his arms. "I'm taking her to the infirmary," he announced, his voice firm and resolute, leaving no room for argument. His usually composed face was etched with worry, and his strong arms cradled her gently yet securely. The sight of the earth hero's worried expression added to the gravity of the situation, silencing the classroom's buzz.
"I want to come too!" Duri said, his face etched with worry.
"No, Duri. Stay here," Gempa scolded, his tone firm but gentle. "You need to stay in class. You can see her later."
With swift steps, Gempa carried Y/n to the nurse's infirmary, his mind racing with thoughts of her wellbeing. Usually, everyone knows not to eat Yaya's biscuits but Y/n was new and at the same time a pushover. The hallways blurred as he focused on getting her the help she needed. The warmth of her body in his arms, coupled with her shallow breaths, only heightened his anxiety. Even when Papa Zola first ate Yaya's biscuit, he passed out but had normal breathing.
Back in the classroom, Taufan groaned, shaking Blaze back and forth. "Why did you stop me?! I could've prevented this disaster!"
Blaze looked guilty, his usual mischief replaced by regret. "I didn't think Y/n would stop even if we interfered," he muttered, his voice heavy with remorse.
"Blaze, you don't even think at all," Solar interjected, trying to lighten the tension with a teasing smirk.
"WHY YOU NERD—" growled Blaze, his fists clenching.
"Quit it, you two. Class is starting soon. Want detention?" Halilintar hissed, his harsh glare silencing the budding argument. His electric-red eyes flashed with irritation, and a spark of electricity crackled around him, a visible reminder of his volatile temper. His patience was wearing thin, and the last thing they needed was more chaos. The ice hero stared out at the classroom door blankly.
In the infirmary, the oldest septuplet gently laid Y/n on the bed, his heart pounding in his chest. "She ate Yaya's biscuit, and she collapsed," he explained quickly as the nurse rushed over to take over, her hands gentle but efficient as she administered care to Y/n. Gempa watched anxiously from the side, his heart pounding in his chest. "She'll be okay," the nurse reassured him. "She just needs some rest and to get that biscuit out of her system once she regains consciousness."
