**This is not the last of the Roshan x Kento series. This is also not the Harry Potter crossover I'm planning. That's coming next ;) The last chapter of Roshan x Kento madness will be the breakup. I just thought I'd incorporate some love triangle action into this adventure. I'll revise this later, I just want to write for right now.

Warnings: Lmao, still Roshan x Kento. Roshan wants to make Tremaine jealous. This takes place in the very early stages of Wildcard, before Roshan even asks Tremaine to look out for Emika. Enjoy.**

     Tremaine walked in and was immediately slammed with the buzz of excitement and the chatter of the people that had already arrived. With the rest of the Demon Brigade surrounding him, he worked his way through the crowd and into the heart of the party. 

     The Phoenix Riders were already there, and so was Team Andromeda, so naturally Roshan and Kento had found each other among the masses of people. They were just talking, of course clinging to each other and occasionally sharing a kiss. But when the Demon Brigade entered the hall, the cheers practically forced Roshan to look and see what had gotten the crowd so worked up. 

     He saw Tremaine at the front of the group, that relaxed, confident smile on his face, his blue eyes reflecting the multicolored lights that decorated the room. And for a moment, those eyes met Roshan's. 

     For a moment only.

     But it was enough to remind both of them of everything that had happened.

     For a split second, Tremaine looked at Kento and then back at Roshan before looking away. 

     "You okay?"

     Roshan's eyes flicked away, back to Kento, who had noticed this change of attitude and was now concerned for his boyfriend. 

     Roshan quickly cupped Kento's face and crushed their lips together. Kento squeaked in surprise, his hands quickly finding Roshan's hair.

     Tremaine had taken a second glance at the couple. He felt a pang in his heart. It might've been the sadness and the hurt that had long awaited to tear Tremaine apart, but it was too quickly seized over and melted by anger for him to tell.

     "Goddamn it, Ahmadi," he grumbled to himself as he looked away from the couple that was still glued to each other. 

      Of course, this reaction had been Roshan's intention. He didn't know if it had worked, but he also didn't care now that he was locked in a heated makeout session with Kento. All he really cared about at that point was his boyfriend and the delicious feeling of their bodies pressed against one another.

     Tremaine abandoned his group and pushed his way to the door, scowling. He didn't care if he had to walk back to the dormitory. He didn't care if Max would be upset with him for storming out. He didn't even care that Roshan was in a happy relationship without him. Well, that last one wasn't actually true. He cared. He cared so much. But that was exactly the problem he was facing, so here he was, in the cold night air, pushing away the contagious disease of emotions that threatened to override the system he had so carefully pieced together. 

He didn't care. He wasn't supposed to. It only made things worse.