PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT

The common room was unusually quiet as Y/N sat on one of the couches, flipping through a book but not really reading. She was clearly in a mood, her eyes narrowed as she tried to focus through the dull ache in her abdomen. She could feel the frustration building up, and it was only a matter of time before it erupted.

Theo, lounging on a chair nearby, glanced over at her. "You okay?" he asked, his voice tentative. He'd seen her like this before, but today... something was different.

Y/N gave him a flat look, her eyes narrowing even further. "Do I look okay, Theo?" she snapped, her tone sharp.

Theo hesitated, trying to pick his words carefully. "You've been acting off for the past hour. You sure you're fine?"

Y/N's jaw tightened. She slowly closed the book, leaned forward, and looked Theo dead in the eye. "IT'S SHARK WEEK, BITCHES."

The moment the words left her mouth, the entire room froze. Theo's eyes widened in recognition, and in the same instant, Mattheo, Blaise, and Enzo all stood up from their spots, faces drained of color. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing. They all knew exactly what it meant.

"Shark week?" Theo blinked, but his voice was already tinged with panic as he quickly stood up, joining the others who were already heading for the door. He muttered under his breath, "Not this again."

"Pads! Chocolate! Now!" Mattheo barked, grabbing Blaise by the arm. "Before we all get killed."

Blaise's face was pale, and he grabbed Enzo's arm as the three of them rushed out, practically stumbling over each other in their panic.

Y/N just sat back on the couch with a smug grin, arms crossed as she watched them flee. "You know the drill," she called after them. "If you want to survive, hurry up!"

Theo hesitated, looking back over his shoulder at her as if he might stay, but after a long beat, he sighed and muttered, "I'm not sticking around for this." He turned on his heel and rushed after the others.

The boys were long gone, racing down the hall as fast as they could to get to the kitchens, practically tripping over each other as they gathered the essentials. Y/N reclined on the couch, feeling a twisted sense of satisfaction as she imagined them frantically grabbing chocolate and pads, the boys scrambling like their lives depended on it.

Five minutes later, the boys were back in the common room, panting, faces flushed and disheveled. Mattheo slammed a bag of chocolate down onto the couch and handed Y/N a pack of pads. The relief on his face was palpable, but his eyes were still wide with fear.

"Here," he said quickly, not looking at her, "Chocolate. Pads. Everything. Please don't... hurt us."

Blaise and Enzo, who had barely caught their breath, shoved the rest of the supplies onto the table and backed away from the couch in unison. They didn't even try to make eye contact with Y/N. It was as if they were afraid to trigger something worse.

Theo, who had been trailing behind them, stood stiffly near the door, his hands in his pockets. "You all realize we're going to be in hiding for the next week, right?" he said, shaking his head.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, smirking as she took a piece of chocolate. "That's right. You've all learned the hard way. Shark Week is no joke."

Mattheo, still standing, swallowed hard, his face tense. "We're out," he muttered, glancing at the others. "We'll be back when... things calm down."

Enzo nodded vigorously, looking like he was about to faint. "Yeah, we're... gone. For the week. Bye."

Theo sighed again, shaking his head, before speaking under his breath. "One week. That's how long it takes to recover."

"Exactly," Y/N said, biting into the chocolate. She could see them all visibly relax a little, but they weren't about to stick around any longer. "Enjoy your week off, boys. See you when the storm clears."

With that, the boys filed out of the common room, looking over their shoulders one last time as they all disappeared into the hallway, off to hide in whatever safe place they could find.

Theo stayed in the doorway for a second, giving Y/N a lingering look. He couldn't help but shake his head with a small, rueful smile. "You've got them wrapped around your finger," he said, before quickly turning and following them out.

Y/N stretched out on the couch, looking satisfied with herself. "I know," she said softly to herself, popping another piece of chocolate into her mouth. "This is the way it's supposed to be."

And with that, she leaned back, fully aware that for the next week, she would reign supreme in her quiet little world while the boys hid, terrified of the storm known as Shark Week.