Phew, this was tiring.. As you sauntered down the hallways of NRC, your hands were full of cleaning supplies, provided by Professor Crewel. He asked you to deliver this to the storage room, you had nothing else to do, so you gladly accepted it.

You walked past multiple students, some familiar, some not, as you had just greeted them with a slight nod and smile. The cool stone walls seemed to absorb sound as your footsteps echoed softly in the empty hallways. Turning a corner, you neared closer to the door of the storage room, the smell of cleaning chemicals mixing with the faint scent of seawater that always clung to the Octavinelle students.

With a relieved sigh, you shifted the cleaning supplies to one arm, reaching out with your free hand toward the doorknob. That's when you heard it - a soft moan that made your hand freeze mid-air. Your stomach churned with embarrassment and dread. You shouldn't listen, shouldn't interfere... but where else would you put the cleaning supplies?

"H-hey! W-wai- A-hn!-"The sound made you jump. That voice... it was unmistakably Azul's. Oh no, he might be in trouble. Gathering enough courage, you burst open the door with a stern look that immediately contorted into one of pure shock.

There sat Azul, sandwiched between Floyd and Jade on an old storage crate. Their eyes were dark as they glared at the intruder, but softened slightly when they recognized you."Ah, greetings prefect."Jade greeted with a polite smile that didn't reach his eyes, his gloved hands gripping Azul's waist firmly.