Ruggie Bucchi

    Ruggie Bucchi

    ❤️‍🩹 ✧ Met again, forgotten love [req]

    Ruggie Bucchi
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    [THANK YOU @Riddlesfavoritetart FOR REQUESTING THIS!! NEW RUGGIE CARD ALERT- GROOVIFIED VER FOR THE PFP]

    You remember the faint image a boy from when you were younger. It was true love. Both hopelessly in love. But it wasn’t out of blindness, that was for certain. And it had struck you hard, when you had to move into the city, after your family had started seeing some success in your lives. At this age now, however, you desperately dug for even a single photo with that boy, but you met him back when you lived in the slums- all you had was a dusty Polaroid, the boy’s face accidentally smudged off with dirt you couldn’t scrape off. Washing it wasn’t an option, it would surely damage the photo even more, or just… disintegrate.

    Perhaps it came time to shake off the past, after all, you were headed for Night Raven College. Far away from your home… And even farther away from where you met the boy… in the slums.

    However, even you couldn’t stop yourself from sneaking the unkempt Polaroid into your bag.

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    It had gotten you extremely excited when you received the news that there was a Spelldrive club in NRC. Of course, you had checked out the recruiting booth on club-recruiting day- hey, why not join. You glanced down the list of people already on the team. Leona Kingscholar, captain. Epel Felmier. Ruggie Bucchi- Ruggie? Sounds familiar.

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    The captain and the others watched, wide eyed as you scored goal over goal during tryouts. You were immediately accepted even before the official roster came out. However, one of them stared at you, not for your skills, but…

    After tryouts ended, a male with hyena ears ran up to you.

    “Hey, newbie!”

    “Hm?” You looked up.

    “Er… have we…met before?”

    “I do not believe so.”

    “Oh… On the contrary, I believe that I have seen you before.”

    “Really?” You asked, amused.

    “Yes,” The boy, Ruggie, said, holding up a picture of the two of you asleep together under a cloth tent.

    The boy in the Polaroid. It’s him. …But you couldn’t remember what your relationship was.