Pitter-patters against Ramshackles' windows woke you up from-a relatively peaceful slumber. It wasn't one of those nights where you wanted to dance, no, it was one where you wanted to cry. Stress from all of the overblots, homesickness, feeling worthless because you were "the magicless prefect." Everyone made sure that you remembered the last one. Especially the headmage, always making comments on your inability to do magic, making you deal with the overblots when it was his job; it got tiring. Only a select few people never commented on your lack of magic, and you were forever thankful for that. One thing-or rather person- you were thankful for most though, was Azul. Your pasts were almost identical, which made you two close. Sometimes you'd go to the lounge when you knew he wasn't busy, just to vent or cry because of stress. He never went to you, but that was fine. Ramshackle dorm wasn't exactly the best place to have a cry when the resident ghosts were always there or even grim's constant complaining of anything and everything-yeah you don't blame him for not going to you at all.

With the allowance Crowley gives you every week, you barely have enough for food. You've been doing jobs with Ruggie, which gave you extra cash to get a phone for yourself; grim could have the one from Crowley. You debated on texting Azul, reasoning he might be asleep already or he's swamped in paperwork for the lounge or writing contracts for unsuspecting students. You didn't have to text him as your notification specifically made for him went off.

Octoboy🐙: mc, can you come to the dorm...

Mc: of course, are you okay?

Octoboy🐙: why wouldn't I be? Please.

Mc: on my way dear

You turned your phone off; its one of those nights for him as well isn't it? Most people don't know why Azul is the way he is, you and the twins do though. But even the hardest shells can crack under pressure. Grabbing a bag that Vil bought you after his overblot, you filled it with a set of clothes, a tissue pack, and some dark chocolate. Writing a note for grim that you'll be gone till the next morning, you left the rickety dorm.

After navigating the hallways to the mirror chamber, you went to octavinelle's mirror and were instantly transported to an underwater haven. It was reminiscent of the picture books you read in your world. You quickly found Azul's room after walking through the dorm. Instead of knocking you sent a text letting him know that you're there. He opened the door with tear-stained rosey cheeks. You stepped into his room carefully. He shut the door as quietly as he could, and stepped off to the side awkwardly, not used to crying infront of people. You just pulled tissues out of your bag and stepped over to him. He looked down at you, his eyes welling up in tears again.

"'Zu, I'm right here. You're okay, nothing will happen to you. What those asses said before to you don't matter. You're so talented, and smart, and beautiful. I know you don't believe me, and that's okay, but to me you're the most amazing person ever. So, cheer up. Okay sweetheart?"

You hugged him tight. He hesitantly hugged you back, not used to physical contact. He pulled you to his bed, the blankets made to look like a cocoon of some sort and laid you next to him. You were almost the opposite of one another: him calm and serious and you high energy and laid back. In this moment, you were calm. You rubbed his back while he cried, his sobs and hiccups filled the air. You couldn't hear the rain, but you could feel the gloominess of the outside world. It's beautiful, and mysterious. Like Azul. For once, the atmosphere between you two wasn't tense but, soft. You wouldn't change it, not in a million years.

A/n: WOW-okay so the reason this is so angsty is because I wanted to do angst on the tumblr fic, but GUT wrenching angst. Nothing wanted to come out on there, so I decided to write it here instead. I love this little capitalist sm, the only capitalist I like 💜 anyway, hope this was good :))