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Hello is my first time here, if possible you could do Yandere headcanons! Neige LeBlanche? please.

Hello there!! It's always nice to see new people here, glad to have you!!! 😊 Hope you enjoy your stay here ^^

tw yandere, delusions, obsessive behavior

General Yandere! Neige headcanons

You two would most likely meet at the VDC when he first arrives there

It's during the final rehearsal that he fully takes notice of you. While Vil and the rest are practicing, you are standing a bit further away, silently cheering them on with a gentle smile

Neige can't help but stare at you, enchanted by the way your face lit up in joy while watching your friends. And then he felt his heart nearly stopped when you noticed his gaze on you and turned around to greet him with the same blinding smile

He knows he's in love right that second. At Royal Sword Academy his fellow classmates always talked about the moment they found their love, the moment they knew they were destined to be with each other and live happily ever after. Neige had always fantasized about the day he would finally meet his soulmate, the one he would love with all his heart and the one that would stay with him forever

He dreamed about how his knight in shining armor would come to save him and then wrap their arms around him protectively. And when their eyes met they would both madly fall in love with each other, swearing that they will never part

Hahh how he longed for it so very dearly and now it was finally coming to pass! You were the one kind face in this otherwise very hostile school, you spoke with him so earnestly and the more time he spent with you, the more he was elated at the fact that he had finally met his knight

From that moment onward, I believe Neige would be very clingy and practically live off of your compliments and attention, not wanting to part with you for even a second. He would generally be very nice to you as well, even to a bit of an unhealthy amount. You swore it was impossible for Neige not to look like an excited puppy whenever he saw you

He would think every sliver of physical contact is a sign of your love and devotion towards him, no matter what you do, he will always assume that there is romantic intent behind it and he is so very ecstatic about it. His face flushes red when you take his hand so he doesn't get lost in the crowd. His love is touching him, has he ascended to heaven? Truly he acts no different than a school girl with a crush and it would be cute if he wasn't so damn obsessed with you

In his mind, it's already been decided that you two are a healthy, loving couple, no matter what anyone else might say. They just don't know what it feels like to be truly in love with someone! They don't understand how deeply your souls are connected!

What do you mean, you two don't know each other that well yet? You have more than enough time to get to know each other once you two are married, don't you worry about that! He already loves you so much, he fantasizes about your wedding every night

Yes, for Neige this is only the most natural next step in your relationship. In all the love stories he had been told about princesses and princes falling in love, they had always fallen for each other at first sight and due to their overwhelming love for each other, they would soon marry and live happily ever after

So it's only natural for him to think like that, right? It's what he's been taught and the thought is just so wonderful to him! He wants nothing more than for you to take his hand and gently kiss it as you slide a ring onto his finger, the same one that adorns your own ring finger

Oh how lovely it is, wouldn't you agree? He's completely delusional in that sense, he knows you two are meant to be so why hesitate? There's no time to waste at all so he has already sent his parents a letter with the declaration that he wants to marry you as soon as possible

He's usually not aggressive at all to your friends, preferring to just hang onto your arm to direct your attention to him again when he feels like you don't pay him enough of it. But he won't stand for anyone trying to separate him from his love, what do they mean he's way too clingy?! Why are they trying to convince you that he shouldn't go along with marrying him? Why do you look so shocked and afraid?

There is no need to worry, everything is going to be as it should be. Maybe he should consider the possibility of making an unfavorable post on his magicame account about all of your little friends? These villains aren't a good influence either way so he's doing you a favor! They shouldn't underestimate the power Neige Leblanche hold, they wouldn't want to deal with an angry mob of his fans overrunning Night Raven College, right?

So they should just let up and let you join him when he goes back to Royal Sword Academy, where you can start a new life right by his side

It's not uncommon for a princess or prince to have to fight against evil villains for the sake of their love , so this is all completely normal, right?

Dang I wish I could write as good as this 😭

Congrats on 2k followers! Could you please do some general yandere neige headcanons?

Thank you!!!

I´ve actually done some general yandere neige headcanons before but I´ll see if more comes to mind ^^

Kind of went wild in all directions I guess but I hope you like it!!

Likes and reblogs are appreciated!

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, stalking, delusion

More Yandere! Neige headcanons

Yandere Neige is a worshipper that desperately wants to please his darling. He´s a very hard worker that always tries his best and so there is no doubt that he would do anything he can make his darling like him

In his mind, you are the very definition of a perfect being so it is only right that he puts in the work to one day be on equal terms with you. Sure, one might say that he is in a much more influental position as a famous and well-loved celebrity but Neige himself doesn´t think that that could ever be enough to measure up to you

What good are millions of adoring fans if you don´t look at him the same way he looks at you? He's just so obsessively in love with you and it's pretty obvious to anyone that has eyes

He's always trailing after you like a lost puppy begging for affection and can you really refuse him when he's being so sweet to you? Always sweeping in to help you with something you were struggling with, it's like he has a sixth sense or something!

Neige is actually just stalking you and happened to be watching you through the doorway when he noticed that you were having difficulties with a task. What better way to show you that he's worthy of being with you? Look, he can be useful to you!

He wants to look at you all the time so Neige really feels like he has no other choice than to secretly follow you if you refused his offer to spend some time together

He's so enraptured with the idea of you being in a fairy-tale romance together that he can't handle staying away from you for so long

You say you need some space and free time but Neige can't live without you! So please don't be too mad if you happen to catch him one day, okay? It was all out of love for you!

Loves taking pictures of you when he's stalking you and then prints all of them out when he's in the comforts of his room. He's bought an album where he can safekeep all of your precious shared memories in these photos

Lots of couples have scrapbooks like this and so Neige hopes he can surprise you with what he has already put together when you two finally start dating

"Look y/n, this photo was back when we had our first date in that one café you love so much! You were sitting there at your table, looking so cute as you ate the sweets you ordered! I was sitting a bit far away so I couldn't get a very good angle but the smile on your face almost took my breath away!"

"Sadly you didn't turn to look in my direction even once but that must have been because you felt shy. You probably felt it would be too awkward to walk through the entire café to get to my table that was in the far back, but that's okay! I shot more than enough photos of our romantic coffee date so we will always remember this precious memory "

"There's still plenty more I can show you that you probably won't remember because you couldn't see me but you must have secretly known I was there by the unbreakable bond we share. You kept looking behind you, how cute!"

Neige genuinely doesn't see anything wrong with this and doesn't understand how anyone could see his behavior as creepy, he's way too deep in his delusions by now

This is just what a good boyfriend and future husband should do; making sure that all of your wonderful memories are kept safe for all eternity

Also even before you get together? Neige is already kind of convinced that the two of you are dating and that you're just trying to keep it a secret because you fear the backlash from your classmates for dating a student from RSA and from his fans and he understands, truly!

It's sad that things have to be this way but soon enough you can be true to yourself and finally wrap your arms around him and you can do even more couple-y activities. Maybe this time you can even do them without several meters of distance between the both of you!

I feel like Neige would low-key vague you on his social media? Liek suddenly the day you two meet at the VDC his followers see an influx of posts where he expresses his admiration for an unknown stranger and he just keeps talking about them all the time. How he wonders what they're doing right now and that he hopes he can see them again soon

There are days where he will literally spam his profile about how wonderful and kind you are and how he wishes to hold you and be with you and kiss you and marry you and-

Yeah his management steps in and puts a stop to all that pretty soon because wow okay that's kind of creepy and also don't post that kind of thing on your official social media profile where all of your fans can read it?? And don't post random photos where you can see the shape of an obscured person in the background with something like "they're so cute again <3"??? Like literally stop

Neige literally almost causes a huge scandal and he's just sad that he can't tell the entire world how amazing you are and how much he loves you any more

Guess he'll just have to tell you in person sometime soon

I'm going to ignore the yqndere part and say how cute they are for a moment

This is part 3/3 for Neige and Silver.

Part 1 is here (Trey and Leona)

Part 2 is here ( Riddle and Jack)

Yandere Neige LeBlanche

It goes without saying that Neige is immensely happy.

This latest is a message to everyone that you are loving and about to spend the rest of your life together.

If you thought Neige was caught and delusional before, I can tell you haven’t seen anything yet.

He immediately updates the good news on social media.

This is because you can’t have an abortion as his fans would definitely stop you.

This is a clear sign to Neige that you love him.

Even if it were not true, he refuses to believe anything else.

(Really every time you try to tell him Neige covers his ear and starts humming Hi ho songs)

Neige would also be much sweeter to you now.

( And you don't know if you should cry or laugh because Neige is already too sweet )

So welcome to this new fluffy and sweet hell there is no way out.

Yandere Silver

Silver would be very confused but secretly happy.

He would immediately go and tell Lilia about the incident.

And after that, your life would change completely.

You would be transferred immediately to Diasomnia dormitory and you really are not allowed to leave.

Lilia will most certainly take care of his son's "future wife" and grandchildren.

And your opinion is certainly not asked.

So soon you will find yourself spending all day in Silver’s lap when he tells you how much he loves you.

You can also feel Lilia’s threatening look in your back of your head if you try to push Silver away.

It is best for you to get used to your new life as it will not change for a long time.

Oh no... my voice is horrible help 😭

Could you do Yandere Neige with a reader who writes and sings their own songs when they’re alone, but all of the songs are really sad or scary?

Sure thing! Yandere Neige is always fun for me to write ^^

tw yandere, obsession, alluding to a kidnapping

Yandere! Neige with someone that likes to write and sing sad or scary songs

Neige is super whipped for you so when he first hears you sing, he almost can´t believe his ears. He never knew his lovely darling was such a good singer!

He would stop whatever he was supposed to be doing at the moment and just takes a minute to stand still and secretly listens to you sing.

Your voice is so wonderful to his ears, more beautiful than even the happy chirping of the birds living in the woods he sometimes visits

He´s just standing there, hiding behind a tree and sometimes stealing a few glances at you before going back into hiding after a few seconds because he´s afraid that you might turn around and catch him in the act of listening in. He would hate for you to stop singing just because of him!

Maybe it´s best you can´t see Neige right now, his face is bright red and there´s a far-away look in his eyes as he just marvels at the precious moment you two are sharing right now

He´s sure that deep in your soul you can feel that he´s right here with you, you two are connected by fate itself after all!

He´ll just be standing there the entire time and fluster at how romantic you´re being, serenading him like this. You always know how to get his heart pounding!

Neige likes singing as well so he´s already imagining you two singing a romantic duet together. He just blushes even more at the thought of it, if that is even possible. He quietly sighs as he pictures the way you would both sing in perfect harmony as your glowing eyes meet and the deep love you feel for each other would be palpable to anyone that was listening

It´s only after a few seconds that he actually starts listening to the words you are singing and his heart starts aching when the lyrics finally settle into his mind

Oh darling, why are the songs you´re singing so sad? What is there to be afraid of? Are you not happy staying here at NRC?

Oh, Neige always knew that this school of villains was no good for a gentle soul like you. Sure, he admired Vil greatly but he knew not everyone was as good of a person as he was.

Is this a secret cry for help? Are you telling him how much you hate being at NRC and are asking him to save you and take you away?

He can just feel the deep sorrow oozing from the words that leave your lips and it just keeps breaking his heart more and more with each passing second

Neige loves your voice but he hopes you will start singing happier songs as soon as he finally takes you to RSA, where you truly belong

He mentally berates himself for having stood by idly for so long now, trying to take things slow with you because that´s what he thought would be the best for your shared future. After all that´s how all the love stories go he had personally acted in. But how could he have been so blind to your suffering all this time? He should have acted sooner!

He can already imagine how happy you will look when you wake up in your new home tomorrow. Oh, there´s just so much to prepare until then, Neige wants everything to be absolutely perfect for your arrival!

And then! And then you will soon see just how much he loves you and you will of course return his feelings and you will be happy together until the end of time!

So yes, Neige is literally planning your “relocation” and your entire future while you are just vibing, not even aware that he´s here

Snow White and Juliet

trigger warning: suicide and just whatever happened in Romeo and Juliet & Snow White but darker.

People tend to define different things with the same word.

According to some, the lack of life is simply death. Others include there people who do nothing but work. They have no love, no passion. Those who remain unmoved by the suffering of others. Heartless ones.

For one poison vendor, "lifeless" meant being unable to move, drink, eat, but think. Think for eternity about nothing, what is described harsher than real death.

◆◆◆

„Test 103 was accomplished with success.”

There is confusion in the experiment hall. Researchers run from monitor to monitor, all comparing unexpected, but desired results.

No errors in documentation. No lapses in research. No difference in subsequent attempts.

The team of researchers was cheering in awe: the antidote for one of the biggest poisons in Twisted Wonderland, the "Poisoned Apple", has been found.

It's time to wake Neige Leblanche up.

◆◆◆

The Leblanche Tragedy happened almost two years ago when many haters got to harras Neige and his fiancée, [Name], who just announced their relationship. You were meeting already for quite a time, and knowing each other even longer. It wasn't easy to break any of you by hate.

But it wasn't also easy to live with people, who despised you with all their heart.

"It's alright," Neige whispered, his fingers combing the hair of his beloved. His voice was tranquil and soothing as always, almost by itself vanishing every bad experience. "It will be alright. I will make sure it will be."

"I know. And I am always thankful for that," you replied, cuddling him even more. Neige scent was another thing that hadn't changed over years; it was still the same aroma of wild, but soft flowers and heartwarming sunrays. Another wonderful feature. "I love you, Neige."

"I love you too."

That was the last discussion you had before the disaster happened.

And it started from no one else than Vil Schoenheit, who wasn't even aware how his actions will take a completely another turn than everyone expected.

◆◆◆

"Will it solve it? The sleeping potion?" you asked, turning the vial in your hands. It was no bigger than your little finger, and the potion there was taking only half of the space.

Not so long ago, around an hour, you found yourself invited by Vil to a tea party. You couldn't figure if he had been struck by your "help me" aura or was searching for a company, but you ended up in gardens, staring at the porcelain pot in which the tea was brewing.

It favoured the first meeting you two had: the tableware with the same, old-fashioned flowery pattern and the rich aroma of tea leaves of Vil's choice. Only a plate with sweets and fruits was something new—it was hard to convince Vil to bring anything sugary and even harder to make him try it. He finally ate a small (microscopical, in your opinion) piece of hand-made shortcake, but that was all you could do to let him appreciate the sweet energy shot.

"I cannot guarantee anything," Vil replied, watching you examine the bottle's content. "But it may work. With an emphasis on 'may'," he added, tearing his gaze away. Vil was your dear friend, and even if he didn't approve of your taste in men, especially your pick for a future husband, you were close enough to have him help you come up with a solution. "Use it as a last resort. I... am sure you will be able to find a better, safer way. For example, dumping your fiancé."

You giggled, but both of you knew his proposition was impossible. You could never leave Neige.

"Thank you, no thank you," you answered with a smile. The only thing that didn't let it last longer, were your problems. "Again, I am indebted to you. Thank you for being the best and the best prettiest in my life."

Vil puts the tea away, its taste suddenly feeling bitter and hard to swallow.

"...Well then. [Name], don't be reckless."

"I will try my best not to. I promise."

◆◆◆

You found a solution.

If you were the reason which made people attack Neige on social media and not only, why wouldn't you just disappear?

Not for eternity. Only for a month, maybe a few weeks, until the turmoil would silence. You and Neige could get married this way, inviting no one else than the closest of the closest people for the ceremony. Announcing your marriage and fake death wouldn't be that much of a shock as many could assume. There is a field called effective business, and everything can happen under that name.

I know how reckless is that, you were writing your thoughts on a paper. Once the dwarfs you invited to yourself saw the letter, they would give it to Neige. And you two would no longer have anyone who could undo anything. But think about it, Neige! If we may finally be together, isn't it a great chance?

You reassured him in the letter that you would wake up after few days. You also highlighted that he doesn't have to use your plan and let you two fight against the darker side of Wonderland together. He could just let you have week-long beauty sleep and with a fresh mind, try to solve your problems by less drastic measures: the press or announcements.

Maybe you were only overthinking and complicating the situation too much.

Your most loving fan, [Name]

You signed yourself and closed the envelope.

Your gaze returned to the sleeping potion. I am exaggerating, you thought. Your plans could fit into a script of a good film but in real life? What you were about to do felt... irrational and foolish.

Maybe you would change your mind if not the rush.

Once you heard footsteps on the floor and your friends, dwarfs, calling your name, you knew it is time to make a decision.

You quickly unscrewed the bottle and put it in your mouth. The sweet, sleepy fragrance with a hint of rosemary sent you to a sleep that devotedly resembled a death. The crash and sound of breaking glass as you fell to the ground immediately alerted everyone in the mansion. You couldn't hear the accelerated footsteps, screams, cries and commotion that was going on over you.

Before anyone could think to do something other than trying to wake you up and calling the hospital, the letter with your plan flew outside the window.

That night you broke two things: the promise you made to Vil and a heart of Neige.

◆◆◆

The death of [Name], the fiancée of the most adored man in the world.

Marriage cancelled? The mystery behind the death of [Name] [Surname].

A Dead bride.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

Neige scrolled through the media, each article made his heart ache. He ignored a great count of calls and didn't manage to appear at your funeral in time.

He was a broken toy, who just lost its batteries. He was a wrack of what he was before. Beautiful on the outside, blank on the inside.

Wearing a dark, a bit too oversized suit, he laid against one of the roadside trees. He closed his eyes, trying not to focus on any people, buildings or sounds except his breath. It was slow and steady until he remembered why he tries to calm down; then he would choke on his breath, tears falling from his eyes and trying to not lose balance.

"Would you like an apple?"

Neige wiped his tears in a sleeve and slowly turned around to see an old lady behind a stall. It was ruined and seemed unattended for years. The counter was doty, wood softened and tore off in big pieces by the wind and rain. Between beautifully decorated shops and cafes, this stall seemed to be a remnant that no one ever wanted to touch.

"Thank you, but I am fine." Neige replied in his polite tone, but the smile he sent her looked like nothing near 'fine'. "I am not allowed to take anything from strangers, but that is really kind of you!"

"Not just a bite?" the lady continued, putting an apple on the counter. It was brown, slightly green, and Neige would never guess it was an apple. Maybe more like a rotten apple, but no one would say that this apple was unfresh. Adversely, it contained freshness, but not of the common kind. "Wouldn't you like to join your lover?"

Neige held his breath.

"You mean... to die?"

"What I mean has no value. You will understand it the other way, even if I tried to explain," she replied. Her voice was squeaky as she repeated the question the same enigmatic way she did the first time. "So, would you like an apple?"

"No, thank you..." Neige bowed slightly. He hesitated, before trying his best to speak up. "I- I think [Name] would hate me dying. Only if she could understand this too..."

"Maybe she did" the lady replied. There was conviction in her voice, and Neige couldn't help but take her words seriously. "Or maybe not."

Neige hoped you did. How he loved you and how your death changed him from the happiest man in the world, the saddest one. He didn't know why you took your life and why he didn't notice anything before. He regretted spending not as much time with you as he wanted to.

But nothing could be done to change the past.

"I will get going," Neige said. He glanced towards the old lady, who smiled at him and showed some of her lacking teeth. "And... could you fetch me this apple, please?"

◆◆◆

Once Neige's gaze settled on your figure, the world was immediately forgotten.

He could hear his pulse pounding in his ears much more than silence who was your only companion.

No flowers, candles and golden ornaments of the church could divide Neige's attention, as his pace fastened with every step he made towards you. He didn't hesitate to lock his fingers with yours. He squeezed them, wishing his warmth could reach you.

"[Name]..." he whispered, getting his face closer to your sleeping face. He gently removed the lost strands of hair from your face, not believing that you won't wake up anymore. As much as he wanted to, no mage in Twisted Wonderland could bring the dead back to life. At least not in human's form. "I love you so much. T-too much, I think. How can I live without... my life?"

He gave you one last 'farewell' kiss on the lips, his body next to yours. "See you soon, [Name]."

His expression is the softest one he ever wore, as he reaches for an apple.

He bit it.

And then 'died'.

No sooner than the poison completely took control of his body, you woke up.

"Neige...?" you murmured, bringing your hand to his cheek. The anxiety mingled with your thoughts once you look around yourself. "We are... in a coffin?" You sat. It required effort, after not using muscles for a whole week. By the time, you took a break, you conjectured what happened. You jerked your head around and let your hands cup your lover's face. "Ple-please, please, Neige, don't do this to me. Please."

He didn't respond and the bitterness you tasted when you kissed his still warm lips confirmed that he didn't use Vil's potion. He was poisoned, and the amount left on his lips wasn't enough to take you to the same place as him. "Why didn't left anything for me? Neige..."

Your eye caught the glimmer. You went closer to notice the dagger, resting on the floor. It wasn't that visible as the weapon would be, and until you were a step from it, you could see how thin the blade was. As edge as sturdy.

The fear paralyzed you, as you came back to the coffin. But the remorse and the sight of your lover's dead body were stronger. Your whole body was shivering, a tremor affecting you more than you could ever imagine, making you go mad. Insane.

With one sharp move, you dug the blade into your chest, scared and closing your eyes.

"I am a fool."

By the time anyone arrives, it is too late to rescue you or stop the poison coursing through Neige's veins.

◆◆◆

In the morning sun rises, and everyone in Wonderland wakes up.

It is also the first time in two years since Neige fell asleep.

He can't feel anything. He can't sense the flaxen shirt the doctors changed him in. He can't get his mind through the haze, that has been floating around his thoughts just after he drank the poison. He can't answer the calls of the doctors and his friends, dwarfs, who are gathering around his bed.

But he can open his eyes.

And once he does, the silence is overcoming. When the fact finally sinks in everyone's heart, a great cheer flies across the room. Some of the gathered give Neige comforting touch or reassuringly squeeze his hand.

It takes him some time to realize what is happening, why is he in the hospital room, why people are crying around him and why you aren't the first one he sees once he wakes up. His habit of kicking you while sleeping was something you complained and teased him about. Even if he didn't wake you in his sleep, when he was getting up, his knee would always hit your arm or stomach, waking you up and having you buck him off the bed as revenge.

What he also can do, except for trying to stay awake and catching things his visitors chatter around him, is to try to remember. He didn't lose his memories! It just needs some effort to get them back from the darkest recesses of his mind! And then to regret it.

A whole wave of memories hits him like a tsunami, not leaving him space to breathe and see anything else than chaos, now replaced by the memories of you two.

The kisses. The promises. The vowes. The proposal. The struggles. The tenacity to get over your problems. The plan. The dead body of yours.

He doesn't have to turn around to know that you aren't in a hospital bed beside him. He remembered some of the talks of his friends when he was sleeping. Now everyone is waiting for him to return.

"Neige! You've finally woke up, huh!" Che'nya chippers, his voice cracking at last words. He is relieved about the news and only bad Neige's condition stops him from throwing himself at his arms and spreading the revelation to everyone... No, not even Neige himself can stop him from the latter.

Neige wasn't going to stop him. His mind still replayed the "finally woke up" part, as if the film stopped at the most painful scene, then broke and started to replay the scene once again. And again.

He turned his head on the side, letting the tears run down his cheeks.

He really can't feel anything.

"That," Neige manages to whisper under his breath. It is the first time he tries to say anything, and grievously struggles to put his words together. "is- is... so cruel." Everyone stared at him in silence, the same way they did when Neige and his dead lover were found. His cry brings tears to everyone's eyes, having many people bow under the weight of sorrow and put a hand over their lips to not let themself break again. "I didn't want to wake up..!"

Unique Kisses: Rollo, Che'nya, Neige

Heartslabyul || Savanaclaw || Octavinelle || Scarabia || Pomefiore || Ignihyde || Diasomnia || Rollo, Che'nya, Neige || Honest Fellow

Rollo F. (no kisses)

“May I have a kiss, please? A kind word? Any form of attention?”

“Rather not.” 

Rollo does not lift his gaze from his book. He sits too far away for you to read the title — you're separated by the whole length of the coffee table on which the service with the steaming tea stands — but you wouldn't be surprised if he was reading something religious.

You have no desire to return to the Victorian romance, a heavy volume that spreads across your lap. Yet, there are twenty-five minutes left until the end of your reading hour, a meeting you arrange every day because books are cool. You feel like you will die of boredom in three.

Maybe not from boredom, but because of something that makes you unable to focus on the present moment. You feel bad about tearing your lover away from his reading, but finally, with a heavy heart, you get up, walk around the table and sit next to him.

Your thighs touch and you let your head fall against Rollo's warm shoulder.

Immediately, you feel a little better.

“What are you doing?” Rollo doesn't seem to share your enthusiasm. He tilts his head so he can measure you with his eyes. If you looked at him even briefly, you would notice that his eyebrows have dropped slightly in an expression of concern, and his gaze has become investigative, piercing.

You sigh slightly in response, too listless to lift your eyelids, and unwittingly play with the soft tassels of his outfit.

“Please, let's do something else. The weather is so nice today...!” Your plea resembles the lament of a preschooler, especially when you bury your face in his shoulder. By that, some tension from Rollo escapes. He takes his eyes off you.

“I'd rather finish the book.”

“Then at least let me stay here, by your side. I feel extremely lonely today.”

You squeeze even more into his shoulder, warming yourself a little. His rochet-styled uniform wears the distinctive scent of incense, honey and disappointment, a perfume that is even more charming in a room that smells of tea and books. You let yourself inhale it until Rollo puts his hand on your head.

And now, you are distracted.

“Did something happen today?” He asks in a quiet, noticeably caring voice. You often hear a similar tone at night when you two return from evening prayer — whether you go there for God or for him — and Rollo is more inclined to care about everyone. Now all his attention is on you. You are a tad too intimidated and tired to respond. You only shake your head. “Well. Then let's go for a walk.”

That instantly enlivens you.

“Re... Really? You're not joking?!” You need confirmation because Rollo Flamm seldom changes his plans. You've already spent so much time with him that you can't imagine him missing a lesson for no more important reason than a bad morning attitude. And you considered yourself to be a rather imaginative person.

“You should already be aware of my lack of humour.”

You are. The little threads of romance in his body must have awakened, and you feel almost guilty for labelling him as the stiffest student in NBC. And since Rollo is being so gracious today...

“Then, can we hold hands?”

Your question throws him off balance, and you are ready to call off your request when he suddenly starts correcting the folds of his outfit to distract you and focus on staying carefree.

“...I apologize, but I might need some more time. I need to get accustomed to all that… romantic...” He starts, but then you grab his hand. The words of protest die on his tongue. He swallows the remnants of them as he grunts. “Alright. At least you won't get lost.”

(...No kissing before the wedding, though). /hj

Che'nya (insufficient kisses)

“Strawberry.”

“No.”

“Raspberry then.”

“Also no. But you're almost there.”

Che'nya presses his lips to yours for the eighth time, and you cover the label of the drink you're holding in your hands even more tightly.

Your boyfriend has decided he can guess the taste of the orangeade you're drinking. You think he knew exactly what you were drinking from the third kiss: you shared a favourite range of fizzy drinks, and there was never any indication that you intended to change it. Che'nya would have forced you to convert back if such a thing ever happened.

“Hm~” Your boyfriend hums under his breath as he moves away from your face. When you look at him unmoved, he smiles broadly. “Cher- Chestnut”.

“Duh, you already know the answer.”

“So it's a Cherchestnut?”

You sigh, and Che'nya’s smile spreads even further across his face. His white teeth flash softly as if he hasn't eaten the entire basket of cakes you baked for him and his friends' first thing in the morning.

“Now you're just being mean,” you cross your arms to have Che'nya feel accused. He leans back in his seat, and his smile does not disappear from his face.

“Am I?”

“Aren't you?”

“If I were so sweetened by your presence that my senses were going mad, would my mistakes be ‘mean’ too?” When he says this, he sits up straight and leans beside you. He takes two steps onto the bench and sinks down into your lap, facing up — and by that — facing you.

He reaches out to touch the locks of your hair falling towards him.

“Are you a madman yet?” You ask, leaning towards him with your lips pressed together in a line.

“Am I? Or am I not? Who are we all anyway?”

“I know you're an annoying boyfriend. I don't like you from now on. Oh from now on, I don't like you,” you snap your fingers, and Che'nya smiles broadly. You try to push him off your lap, but he gracefully turns before you manage to do so and then wraps his arms tightly around you.

“My love will cover the two of us,” here he places his hands on both your cheeks and kisses the corner of your mouth. You try to swat him, but then he starts to disappear. His lips and words remain last with you. “But now it is time to withdraw. I feel a strong antagonism towards me here, and I shall take my leave.”

Neige L. (the most common in a world of uncommon kisses)

Neige loves kisses.

For this reason, you find it hard to believe that he can't write a few sentences about them on his Magicam. You don't know how to prove it, though, because Neige has photos — beautiful footage from a recent photo shoot revolving around the theme of picnic and spring — that he needed to publish soon. They were now lingering in his gallery on his phone, waiting for Neige’s inspiration to strike.

“If I wasn't here, would you also have such a problem with a short description?” Your question sounded like an insincere accusation, to which Neige replied with a smile.

He had long since put his phone away in his bag. He always put it away when he wanted to give you one hundred per cent of his attention, but the subject of the photo kept hovering over the two of you because your boyfriend said he needed inspiration.

Every inspiration follows experience.

You're ready to help him any time, but not joshing with him first.

“I wouldn't write about them then. I would come up with something about spring or beauty...” He says, peering out of the wide window of his room. The view is lovely, full of greenery. Spring is coming. “But now that I have you, I can write about something as beautiful as love.”

“...Poser.”

Although that's the title you hail him with, Neige no longer responds. He cannot divide his attention, and what occupies him now is you, your face, your beautiful sparkling eyes, the shape of your ears, the lobes of which he runs his fingers over until they reach your jawline. There they stop as his attention shifts again: to your lips, the soft, smooth lips that he loves to kiss so much. And he kisses them, and everything around him loses meaning.

...

“How did it feel?” He asks, pulling you back onto the sofa. You sigh lightly.

“Is that survey to create an ideal description for the photo?”

“That's for me too. For contemplation.”

Neige looks at you with anticipation. When he sees that you need to think, he takes his eyes off you and pours fruit tea into the two cups in front of you, on the coffee table bordering a sofa.

“I don't know how to describe them. Either way, it's your job to think of something, so don't dump it on me,” you finally state, picking up the cup you've been given. You take a sip and decide to deflect the question. “And how do you feel, Neige?”

“Indescribably,” he says as he can't describe it either. Neige puts his hand over his heart and when he looks you straight in the eye, you are perfectly able to pinpoint why his fans love him so much - he looks princely. Neige sighs quietly. “I think I'm going to have to go with this spring because I don't know how to describe all the things that are bubbling up in my chest. I'll have to think about it longer.”

You pat him on the shoulder.

“Good luck with that. If you don't come up with any ideas, I can link you some fanfictions with nice descriptions.”

“Thank you, they will come in handy.”

“...They can be works with you, right?”

“...Ah.”