A Misfit? | (Pomefiore!OC x Twisted Wonderland)

dirty potato

I've been busy studying lmao

I'm hoping my classmate won't read this... 

we recently found out that each other is on Wattpad

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Lucien woke up in a place he doesn't remember entering. It's a bit dark for his comfort and a little cold. His source of comfortable heat is the warm blanket. It's like waking up whilst it's raining. It feels surreal that you ended up going back to sleep. But this scenario is a little bit bothering.

It's definitely someone else's room as he's wearing pajamas that smell like pretty seatmate. Lucien didn't want to overthink. If anything, he can recognize this scent even if he's blinded. So, it's pretty seatmate's room. Lucien assured himself, pretty seatmate must've found him asleep inside the clubroom. He sighed a breath of relief while trying to find his clothes. His dress shirt and trousers at the edge of the bed, neatly folded and a jacket he can't remember having included his cap that seemed to take a different shape. His knitted overshirt is on the bedside table. He just assumed it was his since it was near and also, he can't see a thing.

Lucien panicked a little when he felt that he was not wearing his gloves, so he searched for them too.

Lucien hastily changed into his clothes and neatly folded the borrowed pajamas. Lucien whispered, "Thank you, pretty seatmate." And began walking while holding the walls as his guide to the door.

Lucien speed walked his way out of the dorm and headed to his respective one. Looking at his reflection in the mirror in front of him, Lucien paled at his clothes. Except for the dress shirt he's wearing and the knitted vest resting on his arms, he's wearing pretty seatmate's NRC uniform! And a green cap... Probably included in their dorm uniform.

Run. He needs to run without anyone noticing him.

'Coward in the crowd.' Lucien activated his very own magic. What is it called, special magic? But Lucien is panicking right now and didn't have the time to think. His silky black hair turned bloody red, His sun-golden eyes turned into a shadow of the night. He put away his fringes and sloppily braided his hair without tying it.

When he is transported outside the premises of the Pomefiore dorm, he ran inside. Lucien is only thinking about his room at the moment while being wary of people at the same time. Luckily the Pomefiore residents are asleep, so Lucien didn't encounter any trouble. But it is the one most expected person he saw before he is two meters near his room door when he already deactivated his magic.

Truck, he jinxes it.

Vil, who's on his way to start his daily jogging exercise is greeted by the sight of Lucien wearing a Diasomnia-colored uniform. What's more, he knows that Lucien didn't sleep in his room last night and now he's going back early in the morning, and what? Wearing a uniform from someone in the Diasomnia dorm! His hair was a little messy and all over the place, his full face displayed in innocence, his yellow eyes gleaming.

Vil frowned, "You dirty potato." He entered back in his room with a tsk and a slightly loud closing of his door. He's a little upset and he didn't want to go and finish his daily exercise.

Lucien felt that he was accused of something he didn't do. It's something he can't pinpoint! What is Vil thinking? What did he assume? Lucien just hopes Vil deduced correctly while he opened his room, he's greeted by Luthor and Loki.

And the cats ran outside. Lucien sighed and decided to take a shower so he can change into his clothes.

While lathering up the shampoo into his hair, Lucien is thinking about the words 'you dirty potato' and its meaning. Maybe that's why he wanted to take a bath. Because he's a dirty potato? But in what way is he a dirty potato? Does he look like a potato? Questions. Just questions.

C' D'# C'# C' A# G# A# C' F G#

Lucien heard the melody again, but he can guess the notes this time. His assumption might not be accurate that's why he tried to put all of his attention scrubbing his body. Lucien will become a blushing mess when he steals a few glances at himself infront of the mirror, naked and covered in soap lather. Maybe he's a narcissist?

In fact, it's a bit weird to see himself naked on another point of view. He can see how his body is pronounced and defined. Instead of the normal and plain view he sees every day, he can see the tones of his body. His veins appealing suggestively. Lucien never had a mirror in his shower room.

Lucien is tall and slim, an ectomorph. He can be a model if he wanted to. Lucien whispered, "Am I Pomefiore worthy?"

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Vil knocked thrice on the door before opening it. "...Hey. Can I enter?"

Lucien sees no point in declining as Vil is already inside. Vil is a little overwhelmed by the strong scent of sour candies, somehow mixed with lavender and a tinge of sweetness. Vil composed his self as he observed the state of Lucien's room. He breathes a sigh of relief as it's all clean and tidy. Lucien is sitting by the edge of the bed, drying his long hair with a hair blower.

Vil raised a brow, "In which setting are you using you blow dryer?"

"Err..." Lucien stopped for a second to look at the asked setting, "Coolest."

Yet another sigh of relief from Vil. Lucien is finishing up his hair when he asked Vil to sit in front of the chair in his vanity table. Oh, truck, the vanity mirror.

'The dim lights are a little hypnotizing.' Vil thought as he looked around once again. The only source of lights is the rays of sunrise glowing through the window curtain.

"Where were you last night?" Vil interrogated- ehem, asked.

"I remember sleeping inside the clubroom." Lucien caressed his nape, he decided to tell the truth, "I have nothing else to say..."

"Hmp, fine." Vil abruptly left.