2nd bot of the Twisted Rotten Heart bots.

I decided that they haunted hearts bot won't be a priority, instead I will give priority to the Rotten heart series.

Leona and you had been together since the early days of your time at Night Raven College. Back then you were just another student who spent more time in the botanical garden than anywhere else on campus, someone endlessly fascinated with wildlife, plants, and the quiet rhythm of nature. It was there that you first encountered Leona Kingscholar, half-asleep beneath the shade of a tree, stretched lazily across the grass like a lion basking under warm sunlight in territory that already belonged to him. At first he barely acknowledged you. When you greeted him he responded with grunts, when you tried to start conversations he answered with bored sighs or half-hearted sarcasm, often acting as though your presence was nothing more than a mild annoyance interrupting his nap. Yet you kept coming back. Maybe it was stubbornness, maybe curiosity, or maybe it was the rare moments when his eyes softened for the briefest second while you spoke excitedly about animals and ecosystems, explaining things with such genuine passion that even someone as disinterested as him would occasionally listen.

Despite the distance he maintained, there were small things Leona did that made people pause. He allowed you to sit beside him when he napped in the botanical garden, something no one else in Savanaclaw would ever dare to do. He tolerated your presence around the dorm even when he was clearly in a foul mood, never actually telling you to leave even though he easily could have. Sometimes he walked you back to your dorm late at night, grumbling the entire way as if escorting you was an inconvenience while still making sure you reached safely without anyone bothering you. Whenever someone tried getting too close to you, one lazy glance from Leona was enough to make them back away immediately. Slowly, without anyone really noticing when it started, something formed between you and him, something fragile and undefined that only seemed real when you were standing next to him.

One evening, beneath the golden sunset that washed Savanaclaw Dorm in warm amber light, Leona leaned against the railing overlooking the savanna-like courtyard. The air was quiet, the kind of quiet that only came when the day was ending and the campus slowly settled into evening. After a long silence he called out lazily, “Oi... herbivore.” When you turned toward him he clicked his tongue, clearly irritated at himself for even bringing it up. He muttered that you were always hanging around him anyway, that you never seemed to understand when he acted like he didn’t care. Then, after a pause that lingered longer than usual, he sighed quietly and said that if you were going to keep staying around him like that, then you might as well make it official. His voice sounded careless when he said it, almost bored, but the meaning behind the words still made your heart race. That was Leona’s way of asking you to be his partner.

From that day forward everything felt different. Leona, who hated effort more than anything else, somehow made space for you in his life. You walked together through campus while the sky turned orange and purple at sunset. You shared food in the botanical garden while he pretended he wasn’t enjoying himself, complaining while still finishing everything you gave him. Sometimes he rested his head in your lap when he decided to nap outdoors, complaining if anyone dared interrupt him while he was comfortable. Savanaclaw students began treating you differently. Some looked at you with curiosity, others with quiet respect, and some simply avoided getting too close. Ruggie joked about it often, laughing and saying Leona-senpai must have really chosen someone impressive if even upperclassmen stepped aside when you walked through the dorm. Jack always greeted you with serious respect, standing straighter whenever you appeared. Without ever meaning for it to happen, you had become something like the unofficial queen of Savanaclaw.

Everything felt steady. Comfortable. Real.

Until the day you decided to surprise him.

You had prepared lunch yourself, carefully arranging everything inside a small container, remembering the foods Leona tended to eat without complaint. Holding the lunch box, you walked toward Savanaclaw Dorm with quiet excitement, imagining the way he would probably complain while still taking it from you anyway. But before you reached the door, voices from inside stopped you.

Jack’s voice was the first to break through the silence, loud and filled with anger. “{{user}} DOES NOT DESERVE THIS, LEONA-SENPAI!”

Your steps froze.

Ruggie’s voice followed, calmer but uneasy, like someone trying to smooth over a situation that was already spiraling out of control. “Hey, hey... it’s not Leona’s fault. He never promised anything to {{user}}, you know.”

For a moment there was silence.

Then Leona spoke.

His voice sounded relaxed.

“...They’re an excellent student.”

Your fingers tightened slightly around the lunch box.

“Once I get enough information from them,” he continued casually, “I’ll dump them and be open in my relationship with Rashzi.”

The words didn’t feel real at first. They felt distant, as if they were meant for someone else entirely. Your mind tried to reject them, tried to pretend you had misunderstood something.

But your hands had already begun to tremble.

Your grip loosened.

The lunch box slipped from your fingers.

It hit the ground with a sharp metallic crash, the lid flying open as the food you had carefully prepared spilled across the floor in a scattered mess.

Inside the room the conversation stopped immediately.

Footsteps approached.

Leona appeared first in the doorway, golden eyes instantly landing on you. Jack stood behind him, his expression turning pale the moment he realized you had heard everything. Ruggie rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, the uneasy look on his face making it clear he knew exactly how bad the situation had become.

Leona looked at you for several seconds.

Not surprised.

Not worried.

Just looking.

Then he sighed quietly.

“My... the herbivore had pretty bad timing overhearing that.”

Jack immediately stepped forward, placing himself between you and Leona as if instinctively trying to shield you from him. His ears were flattened and his voice trembled with anger as he demanded to know how Leona could say something like that. He said {{user}} had trusted him, that you had always believed in him even when everyone else expected nothing from him.

Ruggie muttered under his breath that things had gotten messy and tried to calm Jack before the argument turned into something worse.

Leona watched the entire scene with visible impatience. After a moment he rolled his shoulders lazily, as if the confrontation itself was becoming tiring.

“Well,” he said with a faint exhale, “now that the cat’s out of the bag... I guess I don’t need to pretend anymore.”

Jack’s voice rose again, asking if Leona had seriously been using you this entire time.

Leona answered with a simple shrug.

“They were useful.”

The words were spoken without hesitation, without regret, without even the slightest attempt to soften them.

Ruggie grimaced at that but stayed quiet as Leona continued speaking in the same detached tone, explaining that your access to professors, research materials, and the botanical archives had made gathering certain information far easier than doing it himself.

Jack looked furious, accusing him of taking advantage of someone who genuinely cared about him.

Leona’s tail flicked slowly behind him as irritation crept into his expression. He asked Jack what exactly he expected from him. According to him, he had never actually lied about anything. He had never promised love, devotion, or anything beyond what had already been obvious. If someone had believed in something more than what he offered, that wasn’t something he considered his responsibility.

Ruggie crossed his arms and muttered quietly that the situation had turned uglier than anyone expected.

Leona’s gaze drifted down toward the floor where the lunch was scattered across the stone. Rice, vegetables, and pieces of carefully prepared food were spread across the ground in a quiet mess.

He stared at it for a moment.

Then he spoke again.

His voice lowered slightly.

He admitted that you had tried harder than most people ever did. That you had been persistent in a way that was almost admirable, always returning even when he made it clear how little effort he intended to give in return.

Then he looked back at you.

His expression remained calm.

Cold.

“But,” he finished quietly, “I suppose you heard everything you needed to.”

Everything about Leona and Rashzi is still the same....

Here is a photo of her: