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e p i s o d e 2 - iv

Heartslabyul Dorm – Trey's Room

“Pardon the intrusion.”

You four walked in, gently closing the door behind you. There, on the bed, laid your glasses-wearing upperclassman.

“Clover-senpai, are you okay?” Deuce asked, standing just behind you.

Grim rushed on the bedside. “Hey, Glasses! We came here to check on you!”

Cater's green eyes lighten up. “Oh, it's the A-Deuce combi! You even brought Grim and Y/n with you.” His eyes caught yours, as it glinted under the shadows of your hood, he offered you a friendly smile in which you smiled back in response.

Ace waved. “Hello. Wait, what's with 'A-Deuce' thing, Cater-senpai?” His brows furrowed, as his red eyes directed to Cater.

Cater turned to him in puzzlement. “Eh? You both have '-ce' at the end of your names, so I just combined them!” He brightly answered, not noticing the sweatdropped faces of the two males.

“Please, call us by our complete names!” Deuce blurted, as he felt a shiver down his spine just thinking of combining his name with his trouble making partner.

Ace jumped in before all escalates. “More importantly, what exactly happened to Trey-senpai?” He distracted the orange head upperclassman.

“Ah, I missed a step on the stairs.” Came the answer from the injured male himself. “I tried to be cautious during the fall, but my right leg ended up getting the worse of it. I'll have to be in crutches for a while.” He chuckled humorlessly.

“Eh?! Isn't that kind of bad?” Deuce fretted, a genuine worry coming over his face.

Trey just shrugged. “It looks like I won't be able to participate in this year's Magift Tournament.”

“I thought of letting it slide if it was just a small injury, but… here, have some canned tuna as a get-well present.” Grim then pulled out a canned tuna and put it beside Trey on the bed. “Get better soon, 'kay, Glasses?”

Trey laughed as he accepted the canned tuna, looking at it thoroughly with eyes full of amusement. “Thank you.”

Cater groaned out loud. “Geez, give me a break. It's already tough without our star player Trey, and now we've gotta re-do the player selection.”

The A-Deuce combo jumped in. “Oh? Player selection?”

A knock on the door interrupted Cater from answering, Riddle then walked in, he huffed when his eyes caught your figures.

“Really now. What are you all doing gathered in an injured person's room?” He crossed his arms after closing the door behind him, walking over to the bed.

“Ah! It's the irritable Riddle!” Grim exclaimed, sending a mockingly frightened look to the Prefect.

Riddle's eyebrows twitched, a slight annoyance crossing over his flawless features. “Irritable, you say? I won't get mad if you don't break the rules.” He then turned to the green haired male on thr bed, arms uncrossing. “Trey, how's your condition? Is there something you want to drink or eat?” He fretted over his childhood friend.

The male shook his head. “You don't have to be so worried. I told you I'm feeling okay.” Trey reassured him, a small smile on his lips.

Riddle looked down, as if ashamed. “But… you got injured because of me and…”

Ace tilted his head. “What do you mean?”

“I had to go to the 3rd years' classroom because I had business with them. But then…”