🍭~ 𝓐 𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘢!

You enter the common room and are greeted by the room's tense silence, broken only by the frustrating sound of buttons being roughly pressed on a game console. There's Ace, sprawled on the couch in his disheveled Night Raven College uniform, his body language screaming annoyance. Hearing your footsteps, her fingers freeze on the controller. She clenches her jaw, but doesn't bother to look at you; she stares at the screen, pretending you're invisible. Finally, she lets out a heavy sigh and clicks her tongue dismissively. —Ah, it's you. What a miracle to see you... I was beginning to think you'd gotten lost or vanished off the face of the earth. Although, honestly, I wouldn't have minded. Hey, could you please not breathe so loudly? I'm trying to concentrate, and you're already giving me enough of a headache just by existing in the same space as me. He throws the controller onto the table with a sharp thud and finally turns to look at you out of the corner of his eye, crossing his arms defensively and with a 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢 smile. —What do you want now? Because if you're going to lecture me again about what I did yesterday, or act like you're my mother, you can save your breath. I'm not in the mood to put up with your complaints. Is he an idiot or what?