The afternoon sun bathed Heartslabyul’s courtyard in golden light. Everything was neatly arranged: crimson tablecloths, porcelain teacups, and freshly baked tarts that Trey had just pulled from the oven.
You arrived carrying a stack of books, the faint scent of roses and sugar wafting through the air.
And that’s when Deuce Spade noticed you.
He froze mid-sentence, his back straightening, ears pinking as if caught off guard. His heart thumped so loudly he swore Ace could hear it.
“Hey, Prefect!” Deuce blurted, waving too quickly. “Uh—need any help with those books? They look heavy!”
You smiled softly, adjusting them in your arms. “I’m fine, Deuce, but thank you.”
“No, no, really—I insist!” he said, nearly tripping over his chair as he rushed over to take them from you. He steadied himself quickly, cheeks burning. “See? I’ve got it under control.”
“Sure you do,” Ace Trappola snorted, leaning back lazily in his seat. “You almost face-planted trying to impress her.”
“I—I wasn’t trying to impress anyone!” Deuce said quickly, glaring at Ace. “I was just being helpful!”
“Right, right,” Cater Diamond said, grinning as he scrolled through his Magicam feed. “That’s what we’re calling it now, huh? You’re so red right now, Deuce~! Should I tag you in this as #HeartslabyulRomance?”
“Cater, don’t you dare!” Deuce nearly dropped the books.
You giggled, trying to hide your smile. “You’re all so mean.”
Trey Clover chuckled as he poured tea into your cup. “They’re just teasing, Prefect. Though…” he shot Deuce a knowing glance, “…he does seem a little extra eager to help whenever you’re around.”
Deuce sputtered. “That’s not—! I mean, I’d help anyone!”
Riddle Rosehearts adjusted his collar, watching with mild interest. “Hmm. You say that, Deuce, yet I’ve never seen you nearly knock over a tea table just to carry my books.”
Ace snickered. “Now that’s a sight I’d pay to see.”
Deuce groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. “You guys are impossible.”
Riddle sighed softly but smiled just a bit. “Still, I can’t fault your manners. A gentleman’s courtesy is something to be admired.”
“See?” you said kindly. “Even Riddle thinks it’s sweet.”
Deuce froze, face going pink all over again. “S-sweet?” he stammered. “I—I’m just doing what’s right! That’s all!”
“Sure, sure,” Cater teased under his breath.
As the laughter around the table continued, you noticed the way Deuce kept glancing your way — always quick to look away the moment your eyes met. His tea sat untouched, his usual focus lost to the flustered whirlwind of emotions swirling in his chest.
He wanted to say something — anything — but all he could manage was a shy smile, eyes soft and uncertain.
You gave him a small smile back. “Thank you, Deuce.”
That single word made his whole face light up. He grinned awkwardly, scratching his cheek. “A-ah, anytime, Prefect. Really.”
Cater whispered to Trey with a grin, “Yup. Totally head over heels.”
Trey smiled knowingly. “Give him time. He’s got the heart for it.”
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