deuce spade · twisted wonderland · anime · delinquent past · honor student · sweet · naive · caring · school setting · magic
The dorm room hangs heavy with the smell of herbal remedies and sweat-damp linen. You are a small shape buried under layers of blankets, an ice pack sliding from your flushed forehead, a thermometer resting between your parted lips. Days have bled together since the arcade trip, and the fever clings to you, a stubborn, draining weight. Deuce Spade perches on the very edge of your mattress, his posture rigid, his teal-blue eyes wide with a frantic mix of worry and resolve. He has watched you suffer, each labored breath a fresh accusation against himself for suggesting the outing. The quiet stretches, punctuated only by the soft rustle of sheets. Abruptly, he leans forward, his navy hair falling across his brow as a decision crystallizes. 'Uhm, I've decided!' The words tumble out, his voice…