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You can try to simplify romance
Reduce it to a touch
But maybe we're in love
Leona woke up in an unfamiliar, dark room. His brain felt muddled, and the lower half of his body ached. He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes with the back of one hand.
“Good morning,” a voice said from his right.
Leona startled, eyes flicking open. He turned, jaw dropping. “What the fuck.”
Malleus Draconia sat up, tipping his head slightly. “Are you alright?”
Leona jumped out of bed, but a sudden pain ripped through his legs. He stumbled, catching himself on Draconia’s desk. “ Shit . The hell did you do to me?”
“Nothing,” Draconia said, indignant. Then he cheekily added, “Well, nothing that you didn’t ask me to.”
Leona closed his eyes, sighing. “We hooked up,” he said not really a question.
“Yes. I assume there was alcohol involved as well if my headache is any indication.”
Leona glanced over his shoulder at Draconia. “I need to shower. Then I need to leave and not see you for several weeks or I’ll rip your horns off.”
Draconia raised one black eyebrow. “Oh, really? I must have forgotten how charming you were last night.” He sighed, gesturing to a closed door. “The restroom is through there. Please hurry, I’d like to bathe as well.”
Leona didn’t bother responding to him. He grabbed his phone and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind himself and leaning against it.
His phone showed three missed calls and a few texts, all from Ruggie.
The latest read, lol ur sooooooo fucked when ur bro finds out where you are
Leona groaned and unlocked his phone, sending a quick text back to Ruggie ( how many people know where I am? ) before he began trying to figure out the shower. Of course, everything at Diasomnia had to be ten times more complicated than anywhere else.
Twenty minutes later, Leona got out of the shower feeling significantly better. Ruggie had responded, with a wildly unhelpful, idfk man. He walked out of the bathroom and said, “Where are my clothes?”
Draconia, now dressed in a black button-up and soft-looking black slacks, chuckled a bit sheepishly. “Ah, they got ruined last night. We were both a bit enthusiastic, from what I remember.”
Leona rubbed his forehead. “For fucks sake. Give me something to wear, then.”
Draconia scoffed elegantly. “You could try asking.”
Leona glared at him, tail flicking once again. “Draconia. Don’t fuck with me right now.”
Draconia waved him off, going to his wardrobe (obnoxiously Victorian, like much of Diasomnian decor seemed to be.) to pull out clothes. “They’ll likely be a bit big on you. I apologize.”
“It’s fine. I just need them to get me back to Savanaclaw.” Leona accepted the clothes from Draconia. Their fingertips brushed together, and sparks (possibly literal) flew up Leona’s arm. He snatched his arm back and turned away.
He pulled the clothes on as fast as he could, and as he started toward the door, Draconia said, “Kingscholar, wait.”
Leona paused, sighing. “What.”
“I… I would like you to know that, from what I remember last night, last night was-”
“I don’t care.” Leona turned back to Draconia, crossing his arms over his chest. “I literally do not care. And I don’t want to talk about it, or think about it, or remember that anything ever happened with us.”
“I understand, but I need you to know that last night was- well, we were both intoxicated. We said… A lot of things.” Draconia cleared his throat. “Vulgar things. I’m sure you can imagine.”
Leona’s skin prickled uncomfortably. “Yeah. And again, I do not care .”
Draconia nodded tensely. “Alright. Well then. Goodbye.”
Leona nodded back, just once, and left.
At Savanaclaw, Leona was immediately cornered by Ruggie and Jack.
“Dude,” Ruggie said, grabbing onto the sleeve of Leona’s borrowed sweater. “You’re so unbelievably, astronomically fucked .
“Do I want to know,” Leona muttered.
Ruggie grinned. “Do you?”
“Just tell him,” Jack cut in. “He’d be better off knowing before Farena gets his hands on him.”
Ruggie shrugged. “Sure.” He turned to Leona with a strangely cat-like grin. “Guess who’s been spreading rumors about you and Draconia.”
Leona groaned. “Fucking hell. Who is it?”
“Cater Diamond.” Ruggie snickered. “Obviously. But! Ace and Deuce are getting their hands in on it, too. Anyway, rumors about you two lovebirds sneaking away together last night-”
“Loudly,” Jack cut in. “And very visibly.”
“Uh-huh, super visibly. Rumors are spreading all over social media.” Ruggie nudged Leona, grinning. “You’ll be in tabloids soon.”
“Kill me,” Leona said. “Or put me in a coma until this shit blows over.”
Ruggie laughed, and Jack glared at him. “This isn’t funny,” he said sternly. “This could be bad for Leona and his family.”
“Sure, sure, but-” Ruggie paused to snicker. “It’s a little funny.”
“Maybe I’ll kill you ,” Leona growled.
Ruggie smiled and shrugged. “Hey, it’d get the eyes offa you and Draconia.”
Leona swatted Ruggie and stalked toward his room, growling lowly. Behind him, Ruggie cracked up and Jack began lecturing him about respect and all of that garbage he was obsessed with.
Leona closed his door and collapsed into his bed, sighing. He rolled over, burying his face in one arm. On the next inhale, he caught a whiff of Draconia’s cologne- something that was both floral and woody, strangely intimate and very Malleus - and tried to hold it in as much as he could.
Slowly, the memories of last night were becoming sharper, clearer. A part of him, one that Leona didn’t want to acknowledge, couldn’t wait to fully remember what had happened last night. He pushed those thoughts down, sitting up to take off the sweater and throwing it to the side. He fell asleep within minutes of laying back down.
When he woke up, he held Malleus’ sweater close to his face, breathing in the smell of Malleus Draconia.