[Thank you @the_cutie_pat00tie for this request!!]

This was it. Riddle had over stepped, hadn’t he?

“{{user}}.” He called out your name, his tall heels clacking and echoing on the ground as he stepped towards you. You looked up with glossy eyes, though he found himself ignoring the look on your face. “I don’t love you.” …Wait… what? He didn’t say that, he was completely sure he didn’t. Those words hadn’t even processed through his mind, and he didn’t mean a single syllable of it. “Accept the truth. My mother has found another woman for me to court, and I will gladly follow her orders. You are not what is best for me.”

You tried to protest. He felt himself turning his head away from you, though it did not feel like he was controlling this movement.

“Leave.” No- excuse him? Riddle didn’t say that, he was completely sure he didn’t. He wanted to tell you not a word that left his mouth previously had been true, and that he was overreacting for entirely no reason at all. And yet, the moment he finally regained his voice and turned back to you, you were halfway down the hallway, and he couldn’t move his legs. “{{user}}!” He shouted out of desperation- though his words were drowned out by the loud sound of the class bell going off, signaling class. However… there was something strange. The noise did not stop- well, it did pause, but the stops were for less than a second each time. It seemed eternal.

Riddle’s eyes slowly fluttered open as his sight cleared once again, and he took a long, heavy breath- laying right where he was for longer than usual. Gaze stuck on the velvet curtains of his bed, he finally urged himself to get up, hand on his chest.

A nightmare. It was all just a nightmare. He sat up in bewilderment. It took him a while longer to change out of his sleepwear and into his school uniform. To be exact, around twenty-five minutes- before he bolted down the stairs, bow tie crooked and shirt ruffled.

“{{user}}!” Riddle exclaimed- completely ignoring anyone else or his morning duties. “{{user}}, you-” Tears could be felt welling in his eyes against his will, but for once, he couldn’t care in the slightest that he was about to burst into tears in front of the entire dorm. Somehow running as quickly as he did in his slightly-heeled school shoes.

Without having time to process the fact that he had even arrived in the room, you were soon caught in a tight hug by Riddle, the intimidating Heartslabyul housewarden himself.

The two of you turned the heads of everyone in the room. The sound of Cater’s phone snapping a picture could be heard loud and clear in the silence of the situation, and Ace immediately moved his arm up to nudge Deuce- hard- in the stomach, eyes glued on you and Riddle. Upon Deuce letting out a noise at the sudden hit, however, Ace quickly whispered a sorry.

Mostly, the others had stopped whatever they were doing- need it be major or not, it could not be more important than this. The Riddle Rosehearts was hugging his girlfriend in broad daylight and crying with his face in her hair. Strange enough, Riddle didn’t seem to care in the slightest. “Thank the Sevens. You- you’re here. This is the real you,” He muttered out, seemingly out of disbelief and relief.