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fake it till you can't make it !
characters : ace trappola , the prefect/reader (gender neutral)
ace trappola cant take it anymore. he loves the banter he and the prefect share as friends and the shenanigans they and him get up to with the first years, but why does he feel as if he wants something greater? he's not THAT dense ; he knows.
he likes the prefect, and that's a fact. he likes them in the way that every time they laugh at his jokes, his heart races. he likes them in the way that he always invites them to heartslabyul first when he thinks of something stupid to do. at first, he was fine. at the first few months of this newfound discovery, he was okay. ' it'll probably just wear off, ' he'd think. but now?
now, he beams at even the smallest mention of them, the heart painted on his face crinkling along with his eyes ; not the normal mischievous smirk, but the genuinely happy, toothy grin. oh - and the other first years definitely know.
time went on, and his feelings never faltered - infact, his feelings grew even stronger. infact, he was scared. ace fell for the prefect, hard.
still- he'd probably die than let the prefect know that. a fear of being rejected had always been on the back of his mind whenever he thought about them lately, the fear of heartbreak - like him and his middle school girlfriend..
but even so, he jokes and teases them- even so, he loves the prefect, and he couldn't have it any other way.
