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Halfway through lunch, the inseparable group of first years, including the demi-fae, simply rest for a while, eating and chatting as they always do.
Then it happens that Leona approaches Yuu and drops several hair bands on their leg.
Everyone else is silent, except Zigvolt, whose attention to the butler's presence is zero, something common when there is nothing that links the fae prince to the subjec.
Yuu exchanges their gaze between the hair bands and Leona, who finally speak.
“Fix it.” He demands without further ado, arms crossed and frownin.
As threatening as ever.
However, Yuu doesn't flinch, just looks at him bewildered. “What?"
“Last week's braid. It came undone. Fix it."
“Oh, yeah.” They agrees without questions. “Sit down, Leona."
And Kingscholar sits with his back to Yuu, obeying without complains.
Out of the corner of his eye he can see how both Epel, being a member of the spelldrive club under the command of the lion beast-man, and Jack, being a student of the dormitory under Leona's command as well, are open-mouthed.
Incredulous that the Savanaclaw butler obeyed, but more incredulous that he, of all people, starts purring while Yuu braids his hair.
Neither Sebek nor Deuce say anything, more focused on their talk –discussion– of which were the best training.
Meanwhile Ace has a twitch in his eye, seeing how Yuu had tamed through some strange method the feared prince of Sunset Savanna.
A few seconds pass, correctly interlacing the strands until making a low braid from a ponytail, keeping the two characteristic braids in front.
When they finishes, they reaches into the pockets of his uniform and pulls out a small but shiny object.
It's a hairpin shaped like a lion on its side, orange-yellow in color.
Sporting a caramelized effect it's almost childish.
Jack nearly chokes on his own air as he watches Yuu, flashing an amused smile, place the hairpin in question in the prince's hair.
"It's ready!" They exclaims.
Leona nods, stands up, and lovingly ruffles Yuu's hair. "Not bad at all, herbivore."
The following week, this little pattern repeats itself. None of the others dared to speak.