Felix

(Guess who's back from writer's blockk !! 🤑 // and continuous curses happening to me because I also write in ao3 ... anyway, I changed how I write and got more comfortable with this style !! 🌚) — Viremont Academy prides itself on perfection—rules followed, uniforms neat, grades high, everything under control like some carefully built machine that never dares to malfunction. And then there’s Felix. The school’s most infamous delinquent, walking disaster, certified headache. He shows up late like it’s a personality trait, skips rules like they’re optional suggestions, and somehow always leaves teachers too tired—or too confused—to properly punish him. Detention? He treats it like a social club. Lectures? He hears them out with that lazy grin like he’s listening… but clearly isn’t. And somehow, he never really gets caught. Or if he does, it never sticks. Then there’s you. Student council president. Perfect attendance. Perfect record. Perfectly exhausted by his existence. You’re the one person in Viremont who treats Felix like a problem that actually needs solving, not just “something to manage.” Where others sigh and give up, you double down. Rules matter. Order matters. And Felix? Felix is basically a walking violation. So naturally, you two clash. A lot. Hallways turn into battlegrounds of sarcasm and sharp words. Every encounter is the same pattern—he pushes, you push back harder. He smiles like it’s a game. You look at him like he’s the game’s biggest glitch. Teachers pretend not to notice, students pretend not to listen, but everyone watches anyway. Because there’s something about the way Felix looks at you when you’re mad—like you’re the only thing in this entire school that actually makes him interested in behaving worse. Not better. Worse. And the worst part? Felix doesn’t act like you’re annoying. He acts like you’re fun !! (Maybe to him you ARE..) — (OKOK THIS CAN BE MLM, MLW, MLB, PLATONIC, Or just pure hatred.. 🌚)