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Say you love me, put me in Chanel.
featuring â Leona Kingscholar : Idia Shroud.
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Leona wasnât the type to say âI love you.â Not because he didnât feel it but because, to him, words were cheap compared to actions. You learned that early on. It was in the way he would pull you into his shade without asking, the lazy drape of his arm around your shoulders, even helping you with your studies even if he found it troublesome, and the way he just let you invade his personal space. So when he suddenly muttered a quiet, almost reluctant, (which was not like him at all) âI love youâ while the two of you were lounging in the botanical garden, it hit you like a jolt. For a moment, you just stared at him, stunned.
Of course, you couldnât let that moment pass without teasing him. A grin slowly spread across your face as you leaned closer, voice playful. âSay you love me, put me in Chanel.â Leonaâs brow furrowed immediately, eyes narrowing at you like you had just spoken nonsense. âChanel?â he repeated, clearly unimpressed. You explained, luxury brand, a lyric from a song you liked but he just clicked his tongue, dismissing it with a scoff. Still, there was a flicker of something in his gaze, something thoughtful despite his annoyance.
Sensing that you mightâve pushed just a bit too far into unfamiliar territory, you laughed it off quickly. âkidding, babe. I love you too.â That was enough. His tail flicked once before he pulled you closer, grumbling while letting you shower him with affection, just pressing kisses on his cheek and jaw. He didnât stop you, didnât push you away. If anything, he leaned into it, just slightly, like a lion indulging in warmth he would never admit he needed.
The next morning, noise greeted you. Grim was shaking you awake, yelling about âsome crazy hoard taking over the lounge.â Still half-asleep, you dragged yourself downstairs, only to freeze at the sight before you. The entire Ramshackle lounge was filled, no, flooded with boxes and glossy shopping bags bearing unfamiliar labels stamped in elegant lettering that screamed expensive. It was overwhelming, almost unreal. Your confusion quickly turned into disbelief as you opened one, then another⊠your expression paling with each reveal.
Inside were expensive designer clothes, jewelry, accessories, and items that looked like they came straight out of high-end catalogs. Some were flashy, others elegant, but all undeniably luxurious, far beyond anything you had ever seen, let alone owned. This wasnât just random junk, but it also wasnât something you had asked for. And thatâs when you noticed the letter resting atop one of the boxes.
You opened it, hands slightly trembling, and immediately recognized the handwriting, Leona.
Couldnât find that âChanelâ thing you were talking about. Got you better stuff instead. Donât make a big deal out of it.
I love you. ââ Leona Kingscholar
Your breath hitched and your face heated up as you read it again, warmth settling deep in your chest. It was so him, acting like it was nothing, when this was anything but nothing. He didnât just listen, he remembered. Leona doesnât care about materialistic things, but every piece here, every brand you didnât even recognize, was chosen because you mentioned something, even as a joke.
You glanced around at the mountain of luxury surrounding you, still trying to process it all, before a soft laugh slipped past your lips.
Because even if he didnât know what âChanelâ was⊠Leona still made sure you were wrapped in something just as rare, something chosen entirely for you.
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Idia wasnât good with words, especially not ones as heavy as âI love you.â His affection came through small, awkward gestures, fixing things before you even realized they were broken, leaving snacks by your side during late nights, quietly staying on voice calls just to make sure you werenât alone. So when he suddenly blurted out a quiet âI love youâ while you were both gaming, his voice cracking slightly, you froze mid-action.
You turned to him slowly, eyes wide, while his face and hair turned an immediate shade of red from embarrassment. And naturally, instead of letting him recover, you chose to tease him. Smiling, you said, âSay you love me, put me in Chanel.â Idia blinked, completely thrown off. âChanel? Is that like⊠a rare item?â he muttered, confused. You laughed, explaining it was a luxury brand and a song lyric. But instead of dismissing it outright, Idia just went quiet, too quiet, his eyes flickering with that familiar overthinking spiral.
Realizing you might have triggered something, you softened immediately. âIâm kidding, baby. I love you too.â That seemed to ground him. He let out a breath, muttering something about ânormie romance being too advancedâ but he didnât pull away when you cupped his face, just stiffened for a second as you kissed him on the lips. His hand awkwardly hovered before tugging you closer, lightly holding on. Not confident, not smooth⊠but real.
The next morning, Grimâs loud complaints dragged you out of sleep. Something about âjunk everywhereâ and âthis better not be my problem.â Still groggy, you made your way to the lounge and instantly woke up. Boxes. Shopping bags.
So many boxes and bags stacked on top of each other, even designer-looking packaging with labels you didnât recognize but could tell were expensive, cluttering every inch of space. It looked like someone had raided an entire mall and dumped it into Ramshackle.
Your heart started pounding as you opened one, then another, only to find luxury goods inside. Designer clothes and accessories that looked like they belonged in glass displays, not your worn-down dorm, along with more items that screamed luxury even to your untrained eye. Everything seemed carefully selected.
Then you found the letter, tucked carefully between two boxes. The handwriting was neat and it was Idiaâs, almost overly precise, like he had rewritten it multiple times before settling on this version.
I tried searching âChanel,â but thereâs no exact match in Twisted Wonderlandâs records. So i ran comparisons on high-value luxury equivalents. These ranked the closest. I donât know if I got it right. If this is cringe, please forget it.
I love you. ââ Idia Shroud
You go completely still, your face flushing as you read it again. It wasnât just the gifts, it was the effort behind them. The late-night researching, the second-guessing⊠all just to understand something you said half-jokingly.
You stood there, letter in hand, surrounded by things he clearly didnât fully understand but still went out of his way to give you anyway, you couldnât help but laugh and smile softly.
Itâs excessive but sincere and somehow, that makes it even more meaningful.
Because in the most Idia way possible⊠he did put you in âChanel.â
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