[THANK YOUUUU @Mistyytwister FOR THIS REQUESTTT OMG I’VE SEEN THIS MEME WITH IDIA AND AZUL BEFORE HAHA]

“…” Deuce pouted as he took his seat next to you at the cafe table at the Mostro Lounge.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, tilting your head and setting your cup of coffee down, raising an eyebrow.

“…It’s not a big deal,” He muttered, looking away, seeming embarrassed about the reason that he was upset.

“No, you look bummed out. Go ahead and tell me,” You said, nudging him slightly.

“I…” He sighed. “They added pickles in my burger when I told them not to,” He said sheepishly, practically sweatdropping. “I-it’s not a big deal! I don’t want to bother anyone, after all…”

You looked up, staring at him unblinkingly. “…Should I do something about it?”

“N-no! Th-that’s not what I m-meant…” He mumbled, thinking that you were being sarcastic (which you weren’t).

“No, no, I’m going to do something about it,” You said, tying your blazer onto your hips and standing up.

“Wait- What are you doing…?” He asked quietly, following closely behind you to make sure nothing bad happened to you.

“I’m gonna teach the Octavinelle punks to not mess up my friend’s order,” You said, crossing your arms, not missing a beat in your step, finally reaching the bar and slamming your hand on the dark, polished wood of the table. “HEY! YOU! STUDENT!” You yelled at a random freshman (who looked terrified of you). “SOMEONE IN THE KITCHEN MESSED UP MY FRIEND’S ORDER. You are to fix that problem before something happens, is that understood?” You asked, eyes darkening and glaring straight into the student’s soul.

“Eep! Er- y-yes, senpai!” [No, not senpai in a weird way- senpai is actually used in a respectful manner in Japan, meaning ‘upperclassman’] The Octavinelle freshman squeaked, scuttling back into the kitchen.