spilled secrets

ace is pathetic.

ace never knew what it was like being this close to someone with the pretext of being intimate — something more than just friends yet something lesser than what resembled lovers. it was nerve-wracking, his cheeks flared up and the rest of skin felt like it was about to overheat.

the air was crisp. the smell of fried dishes lingered in the air as the distinct smell of spilled soda on the floor bothered him to no end. scattered paper cups littered around the room and it felt like it was a messy mosaic of what youth is about.

“hey…” ace wasn’t usually this nervous, not when his flirty remarks or jokes often stopped just on the thin line between platonic and romantic. but his face was only centimetres far from yours and it was hard for him to even think about joking anything off.

“close your eyes for a second, will you?” you closed your eyes, anticipating his next move and tried to calm your beating heart. ace inched closer and closer… until he stopped.

he didn’t want to come any closer yet he didn’t want to distance himself away from you just like this.

he brought his fingers close to your face and brushed his fingertips against your lashes, its warmth transferring to your skin which sent a shiver down your spine. you opened your eyes, wondering what ace was doing to you —

and there he stood, smiling smugly, saying, “you got an eyelash in your eye. don’t tell me… you were expecting something else?”

you almost pushed him away out of sheer embarassment, slightly ashamed that you were expecting something else from him. but before you could wriggle away from his grasp, his arms wrapped itself around your figure and held you close, nestling his face into the crook of your neck.

a warm sensation settled itself at the back of your neck, sending you cold shivers down your spine despite the heat it gave you. he dragged his finger down as if tracing a letter on the back of your neck — あ-い-し-て-る

what you felt were nothing more than mere strokes that you could barely make out. not when your focus was being obscured by his touch. but, to him, it was a declaration — a silent plea. a confession.

Valentwst Day 1:

Day 1 Prompt: Cupid | “Do you want to play a little game?”

Synopsis: In which Ace finds himself loving you every time. A fruitless love that he’ll write a letter to.

Start a new game?

[ >Yes No ]

Loading new game…

Error! Code: 707

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New message from ‘Ace’

Would you like to open it?

[ >Yes No ]

I wonder how long it’s been since I’ve been stuck in this never-ending loop. The same week starts over and over after something goes terribly wrong or too well — I always wondered why it was me that should bear the burden of looking after you in each timeline. It would always start the same: I’ll bump into you and that little rascal, get into trouble, and eventually turn into friends along with Deuce.

But in every timeline, it would branch off into different events after that point — as if I was just part of a prologue in a game you were playing. In every timeline, you would fall in love with one of the students in NRC, each time a different guy you end up with.

It was weird. I thought I was cursed, but I soon figured out that it wasn’t the case all along. Who would’ve thought we’d be literally a game to you? A dating sim at that! No wonder you were always running around to different people every timeline… it all finally made sense to me.

I was relieved but that only meant that in every timeline… I would have to watch you fall for someone else. I guess it would’ve been fine under normal circumstances but I guess I made things more complicated for myself.

I like you — more than you probably think or more than this game will allow me. You’ve only picked me once in your countless routes but I guess feelings die hard, huh? You picked me as your first route too… I can’t help but think of you as a little cruel for making me witness all of that with these kinds of feelings in tow.

I watched you fall in love with Deuce, I watched you save Vil from overblotting, I watched you hug Trey at the back of the dorm building, and many more. It kinda hurts each time, you know? By the time you’re reading this you must’ve reached the 'True Ending’ of the game and finished it.

But…

I’d like to ask you to play one more little game with me. Well, it’s more of a promise but think of it as a game in a program, yeah? When you grow older… I want you to find your true happiness — whether it be finding a partner, starting a family, getting your dream job, or starting a hobby… I want you to find it. And when you do, no matter how many years pass by, I want you to open this game again and play through my route one more time.

Bah! But then again, you might just think this whole message is a virus. Well, it’s worth a shot after all the efforts I went through to send this to you.

To you, behind this screen, this is my last request. That’s the secret key to my after story… Only then will you unlock the 'After Story’ I sought after.

Well, That is the end of the story. Time is running out.

A new save file cannot be opened. Restarting the game…

Until we meet again, 'Yuu’.

I’m having the most energetic attitude towards social media in months so I decided to quickly drop a little drawing before my mood changes.

It’s the main squad with my MCs Clover and Violet, yayyy! Honestly I love their dumb energy, and I thought it would be cool to have them interact with the drawing as if it was a post on Clover’s Magicam. I might actually make this a series, but let’s not get overzealous here…

(click for better quality)

Clover: “Love you guys ❤️ ( except for u Acey)”

#FirstYearSquad #NRC #OkayILoveAceToo #ButDontTellHim #OMLJACKISEETHATTAILWAG

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Grim:“You guys are occupying too much space, you should have taken a pic of only me instead!”

Violet: “That’s what group pictures are about, Grim…”

Jack: “Ugh… That hand thing was embarrassing… Did you really have to post that?”

Ace: “OI DEUCE WHAT IS THAT HAND DOING BEHIND MY HEAD?!”

Deuce: “I have no idea what you mean ♪～(´ε` )”

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If anyone happens to want to know more about their group dynamics, or my MCs in general, feel free to hit me up!

[Due to an accident in the lab, Riddle is now a baby]

Sebek: Why would Trey leave the baby to us?! It’s our fault that he is like this!

Baby Riddle:-crying in Deuce’s arms-

Jack: There has to be a way for him to stop crying

Epel: Maybe he’s hungry

Ace: Yes! How about we give him a strawberry cake? Riddle wouldn’t resist one!

Epel: I don’t think he can eat solids

Sebek: Let’s blend it then!

Deuce: If you say so -brings Riddle closer to the blender-

Epel, Sebek, Jack and Ace: THE CAKE, NOT THE BABY!

Deuce: Oh, that makes sense

[At the amusement park]

Cater: How did we lose Ace and Deuce?

Trey: At least Riddle went to warn security

Cater: Yeah…about that. Are you sure it was a good idea to send Riddle?

Trey: What’s wrong with it?

Cater: Well…

Park Speaker: Attention, please. A missing child was found and his parents are required to come for him

Trey: Poor little guy

Park Speaker: He has red hair and gray eyes

Trey: Don’t look at me like that, Cater, it could be anyone

Park Speaker: His name is… What did you say your name was, honey?

Riddle in the background: I AM NOT A LOST CHILD. I SAID I LOST MY FRIENDS NOT MY PARENTS!!

Trey: -sigh-