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It was another typical day in Night Raven College, the sky was dazzling, the students were chattering and Idia Shroud was isolating as usual.
He was just idly standing around in his dorm, seemingly bored out of his mind. To be fair, there wasn’t exactly anything to do.He already maxed out every single character in every single game! He finished the story, the SIDE stories, the SUB-SIDE stories—and this applies to everything by the way. The late-night gaming sessions were suddenly tugging at him like the feeling someone gets when they know they’re guilty of something.
Well…he COULD ask his online buddy for a RAID but it was afterschool and he knew that they weren’t available around this time.
Maybe he should play StarRogue with Ortho…? It’s been a while since they played something together, much less if it’s StarRogue. It was pretty fun and nostalgic.
He remembered the times they’d both tie in some rounds, it was honestly one of the most extraordinary playthroughs he ever had.
With that, he lingered off to the depths of the corridors in Ignihyde, first—he had to sign in as the housewarden. It’s not like it’s mandatory but it’s a system where people are made to sign in and out when they enter Ignihyde, just to keep track, of course. He didn’t know why he decided to do the same for himself though.
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted once he came to the central area. A lot of his dorm mates were…hesitant? Well, Ignihyde IS the dorm full of nerds but they weren’t exactly ALL hesitant with EACH OTHER considering they’re ALL losers in some sides of the spectrum.
So, this was surprising.
“Housewarden..! Someone entered and went straight to your room without any warning!”
What.
That was the first, second, and third thought that hit Idia in rapid succession, each one somehow louder than the last.
“…I’m sorry, what?” he repeated, voice cracking just enough to betray the sudden spike of panic crawling up his spine.
“Someone just… walked in,” one of the dorm members stammered, visibly sweating despite the usually chilly, sterile air of Ignihyde. “They didn’t sign in properly—they just flashed something and the system… let them through. And then they went straight to your room.”
…
Straight to his room??? Okay, wait. Idia quickly recalled ANYTHING that would deem him as an ultimate weirdo that laid inside his room because for some reason, he was more concerned of that than the fact some random guy was in his ROOM.
I mean, there wasn’t anything out of the ordinary as long as said stranger doesn’t suddenly go through his computer and coincidentally find his ao3 account and COINCIDENTALLY find his fanfiction of Precipice Moirai?
…Crap.
His computer was on.
…
“…Did you try stopping them?” Idia asked, already knowing the answer.
The silence said everything.
Of course they didn’t.
He clicked his tongue under his breath, heart pounding faster now. This wasn’t just anxiety anymore. This was full-on intruder alert mode.
“Okay, okay—maybe it’s just Ortho playing some elaborate prank—no, wait, he’d tell me first—unless he wanted to test my reaction time—no, no, this is bad—this is very bad—”
He was already moving before his thoughts could spiral any further, long strides carrying him down the corridor faster than usual. The soft glow of screens followed him like a trail of ghostly eyes, his mind running through worst-case scenarios.
Someone stealing his stuff.
Someone touching his stuff.
Someone judging his stuff.
Unforgivable. ABSOLUTELY unforgivable. This was practically hellspawn for a typical fandom-jumper!!
He reached his door, hesitating for half a second.
Okay, Idia. Breathe in. Breathe out.
What’s the worst that could happen?
Click.
The door slid open as usual, no tweaks in his door hinges so that’s helpful. You never know when someone can lock themselves in a room for...absolutely no reason..? Everything was quiet though. Like really quiet.
Idia stepped inside slowly, eyes scanning every inch of the room like a paranoid NPC expecting a jump scare.
Nothing looked trashed or moved and thankfully his computer automatically powered itself off. Thank the heavens he inputted a system that his devices would automatically power off unless if there’s some internal files inside that require saving first.
Everything was pretty much exactly where it should be.
…
Then what the fuck was this mystery person doing inside HIS room?
He took a few cautious steps in, eyes scattering around and then—
He finally noticed him.
On the custom-built display platform he had painstakingly arranged, under perfect lighting conditions, surrounded by collectible figures—was his Overblot statue.
And right on it, was a figure literally sleeping.
“….”
Idia’s brain stopped.
Just. Completely powered down.
Because there, very peacefully, very comfortably, was Silver.
Curled slightly, one arm resting loosely over the statue like it was some kind of luxury pillow, breathing slow and steady, completely unbothered by the fact that he had invaded someone’s private space like a sleepwalking cat.
“…Are you—”
Idia didn’t even finish the sentence.
Silver shifted slightly in his sleep, pressing just a bit closer against the statue, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
And something inside Idia short-circuited.
“Wha—HEY—NO—THAT’S—”
His voice came out in a strangled whisper-yell, hands hovering uselessly in the air as if he couldn’t decide whether to grab Silver, grab the statue, or just eject himself from existence.
“THAT’S NOT A P-PILLOW. IT’S LITERALLY A STATUE OF MY TRAUMA-“
Silver, of course, did not respond.
Because he was asleep.
Deeply. Peacefully. Insultingly asleep.
“…Unbelievable,” Idia muttered, pacing in small, frantic circles. “Absolutely unbelievable. This is literally the equivalent of finding someone’s house address. This is—this is—”
Silver had somehow shifted again, now looking even more relaxed, his expression calm, almost… soft.
Like he belonged there.
Like this wasn’t weird at all.
Idia stopped pacing.
“…Why does he look so comfortable,” he mumbled, voice dropping despite himself.
There was something weirdly… disarming about it.
There wasn’t any tension, any awareness or anything like that at all!
Just one of Malleus’s retainers sleeping on a statue that displayed him in his worst moment in life.
Although it was kinda…
…
“Nope. Nope, we are NOT finishing that sentence. We are NOT going there.”
He ran a hand through his hair, flames flickering more erratically now.
“Wake him up. Just wake him up and kick him out. Easy. Done. Problem solved.”
Idia crouched slightly, reaching out—
Then immediately pulled his hand back like he’d almost touched a live wire.
“…What if he wakes up and sees me just hovering here like some creep,” he muttered. “No. No, that’s worse. That’s social death. Instant. Game over.”
He withdrawed himself and started pacing like crazy.
How the actual sevens do you deal with a situation like this?!
Silver had shifted again, this time his hand lightly gripping part of the statue like it was something grounding.
Idia stared.
“…That’s my Overblot form,” he said weakly. “That’s supposed to be intimidating. That’s—why does it look like a comfort item right now.
“…This is illegal,” he decided.
Right? This technically counts as trespassing. Although he did kidnap some students to a random island not so long ago. But shh, that doesn’t matter right now.
“…I should document this. For evidence. Or blackmail. Or—no, wait, that’s worse—”
His face heated up, flames flickering brighter.
“…Why is this even… kinda…”
He stopped himself again, covering his face.
“This is so embarrassing. I’m getting flustered over a guy using my villain arc statue as a nap spot. Incredible. Peak loser behavior.”
Silver shifted once more, letting out a quiet, sleepy exhale.
Idia froze.
“…He’s not even doing anything,” he whispered. “He’s just… sleeping.”
“…And somehow that’s the problem.”
He looked at him, clenching his hands with an exasperated sigh. Maybe he should just call Ortho to deal with it?
“…If he drools on it, I’m actually going to lose it.”
He didn’t move to wake him nor did he move to kick him out.
Just stood there, awkward and flustered, like a glitching character stuck between actions.
“…Five minutes,” he muttered finally. “I’ll give him five minutes. Then I’m waking him up. For real. Definitely. Absolutely.”
He did not sound convincing.
Not even a little.