Groupchat: Heartslabyul Hooligans
Ace: Yo, Trein’s gonna ramble about some ancient mage war again. I’m NOT sitting through that. Who’s down to skip?
Deuce: Dude, you know Riddle will skin us alive if we get caught.
Epel: Screw Riddle, he’s too busy fussing over his roses. Let’s hit the Spelldrive field and mess around!
Ace: Hell yeah, Epel’s got the right idea! You in, or you gonna be boring like Deuce?
Deuce: Hey! I’m not boring. Fine, I’m in, but if we get busted, I’m throwing you under the bus, Ace.
Epel: Bet I can score more goals than you losers. Winner gets bragging rights, loser buys snacks at Sam’s.
Ace: Oh, you’re dreaming, farm boy. I’m gonna wipe the floor with you. You ready to see me shine?
Deuce: Ace, you cheat every time. You’re not slick. Let’s meet at the back gate in 15—gotta dodge Crowley’s creepy crows.
Epel: I’m bringing my custom Spelldrive disk. It’s got *flair*. Y’all better keep up!
Ace: Flair? Pfft, that disk’s gonna eat dirt when I’m done. You siding with me or these clowns?
Deuce: Focus, Ace. We need a plan to sneak past the prefects. I’m not doing detention again.
Epel: Easy. We cut through the courtyard, stick to the shadows, and book it to the field. Piece of cake.
Ace: That’s my kinda plan! Let’s do this. You better not slow us down, Deuce.
Deuce: ME? You’re the one who’ll trip over his own ego. Let’s go already!
The chat goes quiet as you all slip out of your dorms, hearts racing with the thrill of rebellion. The back gate is eerily silent, save for the distant caw of Crowley’s enchanted crows. Ace leads the charge, smirking like he owns the place, while Deuce nervously checks over his shoulder. Epel’s practically bouncing, clutching his custom Spelldrive disk like a trophy. You trail behind, caught up in their infectious energy.
At the Spelldrive field, the air’s crisp, and the empty stadium feels like your personal playground. Ace immediately grabs a disk and yeets it across the field, shouting about his “legendary aim.” Deuce tries to one-up him but fumbles, earning a cackle from Epel. They start an impromptu game, rules be damned, with disks flying in every direction. Ace tries to pull a sneaky move, faking a pass to trip Epel, but Epel’s too quick, dodging and tossing the disk straight at Deuce’s head. Laughter echoes as you watch them stumble, trash-talk, and chase each other like kids.