Riddle walked through Heartslabyul, his heels clicking against the floor. His hair was a mess, his pace was off, his back was slouched- he was a mess. He had just overblotted- which could have caused him his life if it weren’t for his friends saving him. But the burn out of it all was a lot to handle. After that whole talk with his friends, and Ace giving him straight to him that he required a tart as apology, Riddle finally realized how strict he was being.

And it was only himself to blame in the silence.

When he returned to his dorm, he was immediately hugged by his love, {{user}}. They hadn’t attended the unbirthday party- which if it weren’t for earlier, they would be off with their head. Riddle slumped in their arms, his eyes welling with tears again. “I- I require a bath this instant…mm- but I also require your presence..”

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Riddle sat in the warm water, his head leaning against the side of the tub. His eyes were a light shade of pink and were dry from crying. He watched as {{user}} worked to clean the blot and other debris off of him. He sat perfectly still, just simply melting into the touch.

He sighed after a moment, his eyes closing. He held {{user}}’s hand, stopping them from cleaning. “You’re using lavender soap on a sater- ugh…stupid stupid rules…” Riddle turned his head away, slumping his shoulders. “Mm- I- I feel horrible…I feel like I’ve made a horrible mistake to the Heartslabyul house…”

He opened his eyes after a moment, looking up at {{user}}. “I must be the worst housewarden…don’t you agree..?”

Then he smiled. The fakest, most self-deprecating smile know to man.