The morning after my accidental charm-and-copy incident started normally enough.
Which is to say: it started with chaos.
I stepped into the kitchen to find Crescent wearing my oversized academy shirt like it was a designer robe. The sleeves hung past her hands, the hem touched her thighs, and her silver hair shimmered in the early sunlight as she sat cross-legged on the countertop.
Munching strawberries.
Again.
"Do you live off those?" I asked.
"They're sweet," she said. "Like you when you lie to people."
I narrowed my eyes. "I don't lie."
"You told that Elara girl you weren't blushing."
"I was warm!"
"Mm-hmm." She popped another berry in her mouth and smiled with infuriating smugness.
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Damian showed up next.
He kicked the door open like a man escaping an exploding tavern, arms full of mana-fried bagels and a bottle of something purple.
"Good morning, my beautiful roommates and definitely-not-demon-possessed sword-girl!"
"Hello, Lightning Simp," Crescent greeted without missing a beat.
"You wound me." He clutched his chest. "Felix, control your weapon. She's too savage for breakfast hours."
"She doesn't listen to me," I mumbled, pouring tea.
"She listens when I talk," Damian bragged.
"Because I find your delusions entertaining," Crescent said flatly.
Alex entered a few seconds later—quiet, dressed in a plain shirt and black trousers, hair tied back with surgical neatness. He paused at the scene: Crescent wearing my shirt, Damian dramatically waving a bagel, and me dead-eyed at the table.
His eyes locked onto me.
Then the shirt.
Then Crescent.
He blinked once. Slowly.
"…That's yours," he said.
"Unfortunately," I muttered.
"She's wearing your clothes."
"I'm aware."
"Did you… sleep—"
"No!" I cut in. "No sleeping! No sharing! It's complicated!"
Crescent sipped her tea. "I slept. He didn't."
Alex blinked again.
Damian was loving it.
"Alex," he said, grinning, "I think our boy Felix is growing into a man of many mysteries."
Alex didn't laugh. He didn't smile either.
Instead, he stared at me like I was an unsolvable equation.
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Breakfast was quiet after that.
Mostly.
Damian hummed tunelessly while fiddling with lightning runes. Crescent "accidentally" destroyed one of them with her finger. Alex stayed silent, pushing food around on his plate and glancing at me when he thought I wasn't looking.
He was definitely… tense.
Which was odd. He usually ran on the "stoic wall of unapproachable calm" setting.
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Later that evening, I walked into our shared room to grab a book and caught Alex standing by the wardrobe mirror—half undressed, back turned.
It took me a second to realize what I was looking at.
The binding cloth. The smoother lines. The faint shape of—
"Oh."
Alex froze.
Slowly turned.
Our eyes met.
"…F-Felix!?," he—she—said, her face contorted with confusion.
"I didn't mean to—sorry—I wasn't—I was just getting—"
We both panicked.
"I'll go," I blurted. "I didn't see anything!"
"You saw everything!"
"I'LL PRETEND I DIDN'T!"
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Ten minutes later, I sat on the stairs outside the dorm, head in my hands.
Crescent's voice echoed softly in my mind.
"You okay?"
"I just found out my roommate is a girl."
"You say that like it's a curse."
"I walked in on her!"
"True. But on the upside, you now understand why she blushed whenever your shirt was unbuttoned."
"Crescent, I am begging you to shut up."
"Never."
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[System Notice: Hidden Character Trait Discovered – "Alex (Real Name: Aeliana)"]
Bond Status: Shifted
Crescent's Note: "One secret uncovered. A thousand more to go."
She is very amused.