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scaramouche x gn!reader | 800+ words ; no pronouns used for the reader. fluff cause im tired! sweet stuff kissing but nothing explicit. masterlist
studying is tiring, but if this is the reward, then...
I FEEL TIRED.
These were the words that kept repeating like a broken record in your mind for the past few days—weeks, even—no matter how much you tried to convince yourself that you were doing fine.
Endless schoolworks, household chores, life problems, family problems, dealing with your friends’ concerns—their trouble in romance or whatever young adult shit they’re going through or whatever—and as if that's not enough to list, you are also sick. You felt like your deadline was coming soon, like how 3 of your papers are due tonight.
whole content under the cut!
All in all, you are just tired of everything. May it be univ stuff, the things happening right now, or the people around you. It gets tiring.
You coughed for what seemed like the nth time of the day, feeling as if your whole throat was about to burst and your vocal cords would be in ruins the next time you cough again. Considering how it’s past 2300 hours and you haven’t eaten anything since lunch, it’s not a good idea to drink medicine right now.
You clicked the submit button on one of your paper submission tabs and heaved a heavy sigh as you stretched your arms and legs.
Even though you are a devout believer that quality is better than chasing that punctuality point, you decided that you can still push through the night. Although you are very much aware that you cannot fully function well anymore, which might lead to a lower quality of output, you do not want to have any deduction points on your paper or anything.
As you were about to start your paper, your phone lit up. You received a message. You tried to ignore it because you really want to focus on your work right now. But your gut tells you that this might be something important. So, you decided to check it.
"Can I come over?"
You looked at the sender’s name—it was Scaramouche. The guy who calls you out for being a nerd when in reality, he’s also one.
You rolled your eyes and put down your phone. You furiously typed on your laptop, resisting the urge to reply to Scaramouche’s message.
Before you could even type anything, he had sent yet another message.
Scaramouche: I know you’re awake, nerd.
Wow.
You: And if I say no?
Scaramouche: Too late. I’m already outside.
“You’re insufferable.”
Scaramouche made himself comfortable on the sofa and propped one foot up, placing his laptop on his thigh.
“Thanks. It’s my charming point.”
You glared at him to the point you’re sure it would’ve burned holes in his body. “If you had time to come over here, and at this time, you could’ve finished the entire paper we are both supposed to work on.”
As soon as you were about to continue the said paper, your phone received a notification.
Canvas Notification: Assignment Graded…
Huh?
“Since when did you—”
Scaramouche closed his laptop and smiled. “If you just answered my calls earlier, you would’ve known, dumbass.”
Ah. He finished it.
“Come here,” Scaramouche said with a yawn.
Without looking at him, you sighed and continued typing on your laptop. And without finishing your paper, you decided to just give up and submit it already.
Scaramouche watches you fondly as you click on the assignment tab, only to find out there was already a submitted output.
“Damn it.”
Scaramouche laughed. “What did I tell you?”
The sofa was big enough to accommodate both of you. So, you lay there in his arms with your eyes closed, feeling the strain from a whole day of sitting in front of your stupid laptop.
“I hate you,” you muttered under your breath. “Why do you always do that?”
You felt Scaramouche chuckle silently. “You know what they say. The more you hate, the more you love.”
“Shut up—”
You said, and yet, you were the one who was silenced as Scaramouche pressed his lips on you.
“And—”
He plants another kiss. “Shut it.”
And another. His lips were soft against yours, smiling, even. You felt the fatigue leaving your body with every second that his lips were on yours.
“You're gonna get my cough and cold,” you complained, pushing him away. Your hands lay on his chest.
Scaramouche leaned to make your foreheads touch, a gesture he loves doing. “I thought idiots don't get sick?”
“Oh, right. I shouldn't be worried about you,” you smirked at him.
“Are you testing me?”
Scaramouche tickled your sides, making you yelp. You can't find your voice to complain and ask him to stop through your laughter.
“Much better,” he smiled at you. “Now that we're done with both of our papers. Let's get back to business, shall we?”
“What busin—”
You found yourself closing your eyes, letting him kiss you over and over again. Damn it, Scaramouche. Why won't you let me finish my sentences?
Suddenly, he broke contact with your lips. “Assignment Graded: 92 out of 100. Aren't you such a good kisser, hm?”
A smile was forming on your lips, but no, you can't let him win!
You slapped his arm playfully. “Not a perfect score?”
“Ah, my overachiever lover,” Scaramouche spoke dramatically, “that just means you have to kiss me even better.”
“Task accepted.”
Being drained from college might just be alright as long as this is the reward.
NOTE just had to upload this silly fic i started back in 2022 (!!!) but only finished now lol so!! yep
i offer this one-shot fic to my burnt out self who aims for nothing but perfect grades
and this is literally so ass i wanted to rewrite it so bad (BC IT'S BEEN TWO YEARS SINCE IT GOT IN MY TUMBLR DRAFTS ??) but i just wanted it to be out there already before i completely ditch this account uhmmmm i miss my peak genshin days
you were in a daze the whole time. you forced to choke down your tears so you don't look like a madman walking through the streets. and kaeya tried his best to guide you back without tripping or bumping into anyone or anything.
as soon as you've reached the elevator, a sob escaped your mouth. kaeya kept silent, still, giving you space to process whatever happened.
the elevator dinged, signalling that you had reached your floor. truth be told, you wanted to hit the button for the highest floor because what you didn't need right now was to be locked up in your damn unit. but, your hands did not have the energy to react.
“your key?” kaeya opened his palm in front of you.
you searched through your bag. “i can open my door myself.”
you were going to close the door, but kaeya held the handle.
“you good?— obviously not but,” he trailed off.
you stared at him as he pushed you further inside and closed the door beside him.
“breathe, y/n.” he placed his hands on your shoulders. “calm down, and once you are, tell me what's happening.”
you sobbed, and a tear escaped your eye. still, you nodded, setting your stuff down.
kaeya made his way to your refrigerator; he took the water pitcher out, and grabbed a glass from the counter to fill.
you sat on the seat by the counter, defeated.
what the fuck is happening?
“drink up.” kaeya sat on the chair beside yours.
you drank the cold water, and somehow, you felt yourself pulling back together. like, your brain started trying to make sense of what was occurring.
you placed the glass down, and you looked at the way your hands trembled while holding the glass.
“uh, sorry for crashing.” kaeya scratched the back of his head. “i didn't want to leave you alone.”
“thanks.” it was all you could muster to say. but you continued, “sorry.”
“hey.” kaeya faced you. “you don't need to be— in fact, i think i should be the one apologizing. and, you know what? you don't have to tell me anything, just… just calm yourself down, then i'll go.”
you looked up, the warm lights by the counter blinding you. but your eyes clouded, and you could barely care about the light anymore.
“i don't know what to do,” you said, your voice small.
you sniffed, continuing, “i'm scared.”
kaeya felt a pang of guilt. after all, this might have been avoided if he didn't tolerate how the girls treated you.
“he— it was him. he was the guy who stalked me. the one who threatened me and albedo,” you choked between your sobs. “no wonder they know about albedo.”
you continued to cry, and you felt like an idiot, feeling so vulnerable in kaeya's presence.
“i don't know what to do.”
your tears refuse to stop falling, like a waterfall, relentless and harsh. you bite down your lower lip, trying your best to pull yourself together, until you taste something metallic. you took your hands off the glass of water and pressed them together, willing to calm yourself before you break down even more.
what do i do now if they're really the stalkers? no doubt they're the stalkers.
“hey.” kaeya's voice pulled you out of your mind.
hesitantly, he put his hand on yours. “stop scratching yourself.”
you didn't even notice. wow, you've really been so absent-minded these past few weeks, huh?
for a short while, your tears stopped, and your throat stopped burning.
“kaeya…”
“you'll get through this.”
hearing those words, your tears betrayed you and fell again.
“hey, y/n…”
worried, kaeya moved his hands from on top of yours, to your face—he wiped your tears gently.
“stop crying, you'll get ugly,” he joked.
you stared at his gentle eyes full of worry—were his eyes ever this kind?
snapping out of your thoughts, you wanted to hit him for touching your face so suddenly.
and you tried to. but kaeya caught your hand and pulled the two of you together.
in a hug.
he rested his head on top of your shoulder, his hands gently caressed your hair, and sometimes circled on your back.
“w...what are you doing?” you stuttered, your words stuck at the edge of your tongue.
“shh. it's alright.”
you struggle against his hold. “wha— HELL NO! THIS IS NOT ALRIGHT!”
laughing, he broke the hug. “ah, that's y/n.”
“shut the fuck up.”
“you know, you gotta open up what happened before with you and that guy and albedo, to at least figure out your emotions.” he leaned on the countertop, his hand supporting his head. “at least to diluc. it doesn't have to be me.”
“i can't…” you remembered how albedo told you how you trusted kaeya and diluc more than him.
sensing your hesitancy, kaeya shrugged. “alright, i won't force you. but now that you've calmed down, what do you wanna do next?”
“uhm, i think diluc deserves to know the information we gathered.”
NOTE i legit forgot to post this. i thought i had it scheduled lol mb
SYNOPSIS When you experience struggles in the world of studying medicine and science, your Twitter moot is always there for you. On the other hand, an acquaintance enemy of yours never fails to bothers you. They have such contrasting personalities, yet a familiar feeling of comfort whenever you talk to them. Or is it uneasiness?
there are also like a childe smau (i abandoned), a kinich smau outline, and a scara oneshot fic i never uploaded in my drafts rn what the fuckkkk was i doing these past years help
“what good news were you even talking about?” you asked kaeya quietly as you walked beside him.
you had caught up to him almost immediately in hopes to trail your stalker yourself.
kaeya smirked. “can't you see? the dude got the same build as the man in the cctv.”
you rolled your eyes at him. “oh, yay, what good news.”
“tch. you don't appreciate my detective skills enough.” he shook his head.
“what will we even gain by simply following them?”
“chill. we'll follow them and eavesdrop.”
“fine.”
the two of you followed maya and the man quietly, careful not to get too close or too far.
“what the hell is maya even doing with such a suspicious guy?” kaeya pondered.
“why? jealous?” you teased sarcastically. “or worried about your fan girl?”
“shut it.”
they went inside a cafe, which was two streets away from the knights tower.
you were going to follow them inside when kaeya held your wrist, stopping you.
the physical contact made your eyebrow higher than the other. “what?”
“wait. they might notice us.” he glanced at his watch. “let's go in a few.”
you shrug, he had a point anyway. besides, how are you even supposed to get inside without them seeing you? maya and the suspicious man sat near the door, their sides facing the glass wall; it's almost impossible.
you can see them from the outside, and you wait as they settle down. kaeya, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes while looking at the two. you don't know what he's thinking.
then, the man took off his hood. you saw his side profile—the structure of his face was familiar. thinking back, his frame and the way he walked were also familiar.
all too familiar. too similar from the incident from the past.
and for some reason, fate had demanded—the man turned his face to look outside, outside where you and kaeya lurked behind a tree.
seeing the familiar face, panic coursed through your veins. your hands tremble, and your knees are tempted to give up on you.
you tripped backwards, a poor attempt to run away from your doom, but kaeya caught you.
kaeya held your shoulders to balance you. his eyes were flooded with worry, but he waited for you to form your words.
“it's him,” your voice trembled in fear. “it's him.”
still holding you, kaeya looked puzzled as ever. he looked at you, confused. “what? what do you mean?”
why is he here? what is he doing here?
it took everything in you to speak again.
“kaeya.” you faced him with tears streaming down your face, even without your eyes blinking them away. “it's him.”
NOTE erm, him, as in like.. ok if u still dk who it is, just view the tags... oh my i feel like a disappointment with this stalker reveal LMFAO (i also have this in my drafts for a wholeass year now just because i tempted to change everything up but ik it's too late cause i already finished up to chapter 22 atp BUT WHO CARES IDGAF thx to everyone who waited and IM SORRY)
SYNOPSIS When you experience struggles in the world of studying medicine and science, your Twitter moot is always there for you. On the other hand, an acquaintance enemy of yours never fails to bothers you. They have such contrasting personalities, yet a familiar feeling of comfort whenever you talk to them. Or is it uneasiness?
NOTE opened twitter and saw how hot childe was in his new birthday art. opened facebook then saw genshin's post and when i saw the comments i had: an idea 👁👄👁 anyways, enjoy . . ? [copypastas]
warning/s: cursing, me trying to be funny (spoiler: i'm not)
kung saan, um-order ka ng album kaso sa address ng ex mo na-deliver ‘yung item. anong gagawin mo para makuha ‘yun pabalik? hayaan nalang, o kunin ‘yung chance na ‘to para ibalik ang tamis ng nakaraan?
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NOTE obvious ba na nag-enjoy ako HAHAHAHAHAHAHA sana natuwa kayo 💔 sa susunod na filo au!!
kung saan, um-order ka ng album kaso sa address ng ex mo na-deliver ‘yung item. anong gagawin mo para makuha ‘yun pabalik? hayaan nalang, o kunin ‘yung chance na ‘to para ibalik ang tamis ng nakaraan?
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“talagang dito mo pa napagtripan makipagkita sa resto nila xiangling?” bati mo kay kazuha na nakaupo na sa isang table.
bumungisngis siya nang makita niya ang ekspresyon sa iyong mukha. “gusto ko lang comfy ka.”
“hehe ka diyan. ulol.” inirapan mo siya at tsaka umupo sa tabi niya.
lumabas na si xiangling mula sa kusina at nagdala ng mga putahe na in-order ni kazuha bago ka pa makarating. at syempre, dahil luto ito ng kaibigan mo, dapat purihin mo.
“wow, ang bango! love you, xiangling.”
napangiti ang dalaga sa inyong dalawa, na tila ba kinikilig siya dahil magkasama ulit kayo.
“hays, dapat talaga tinawag ko si hu tao ngayon.”
“nako, kung ako sa’yo, hindi ko iisipin ‘yan. masunog pa no’n ‘tong resto niyo!”
parehong natawa si xiangling at kazuha sa sinabi mo.
lumipas ang ilang minuto, parehas lang kayong tahimik ni kazuha. paminsan-minsan ay nagsasalita lang kayo para sabihin kung gaano kasarap ang pagkain.
hindi mo sinasabi pero nararamdaman mo na parang nakatingin sainyo si xiangling.
nagulantang si kazuha nang biglaan mong ibinaba ang iyong telepono. napatingin siya sa’yo at nakita niya na namumula ang iyong mga pisngi.
“okay ka lang? namumula ka ah.” hinawakan ni kazuha ang noo mo at pinakiramdaman ang init nito. “init mo. may sakit ka ba?”
imbis na sabihin na ok ka lang, sinumbatan mo siya, “anong pake mo?”
na-guilty ka naman ka’gad. kaya nag-sorry ka rin. “sorry. ok lang ako. medyo spicy lang ‘to.”
natawa nalang si kazuha. “akin na kung ‘di mo kaya. ‘wag mo pilitin sarili mo.”
“hindi— ano… masarap naman. kaya naman.”
ngumiti si kazuha at pinagpatuloy ang pagkain.
“sorry. hindi ko naisip kaagad na baka ‘di mo magustuhan dahil maanghang,” paumanhin niya.
“hoy, ano ka ba? okay lang. luto naman ‘to ni xiangling kaya masarap.”
tumunog ang telepono mo. nag-message si xiangling.
tama siya… ba’t nga ba wala? anong trip ni kazuha…
tumikhim ka at tsaka nagsalita.
“kazuha,” tawag mo sa kaniya. “ba’t ba gustong-gusto mo makipagkita?”
napatingin siya sa’yo, ang kaniyang mga mata ay purong inosente sa iyong tanong.
“gusto lang ulit kita makita, at marinig ulit ang boses mo,” pagtatapat niya.
napa-iling ka sa kaniyang mga salita. “matagal na tayong nag-break, kazuha. baka oras na para mag-move on na tayo pareho?”
sumimangot si kazuha. “why did you break up with me, y/n?”
puta. in-english nanaman ako ng pogi na ‘to. tiklop malala.
“eh, sabi ko naman kasi sa’yo, ‘di ba? mas bagay kayo ni ano…”
“ha? nino? hanggang ngayon ‘di ko pa rin maintindihan bakit bigla ka nalang nakipag-break sa’kin,” pagrarason ni kazuha. “maiintindihan ko naman kung may nagustuhan ka nang iba, pero sabi mo wala naman.”
“ba’t naman ako titingin pa sa iba, eh ikaw na ‘yan,” bulong mo na sana ay hindi nakarating sa matalas na tainga ni kazuha.
“hm?”
“wala! tapusin na nga natin ‘tong pagkain natin nang makapag-unboxing na tayo!”
“SHET. PUTANGINA. SI TARTAGLIA,” sigaw mong napakalakas, umugong pati eardrums ni xiangling na nasa kusina.
natawa si kazuha sa reaksyon mo. “akala ko ba si diluc gusto mo makuha?”
“ha? pa’no mo nalaman ‘yan? inii-stalk mo ‘ko ‘no?”
“sus,” tawa ni kazuha. “dumadaan sa timeline ko tweets mo dahil naka-follow ako kay xingqiu.”
“AT BA’T KA NAKA-FOLLOW DO’N?”
“bawal ba? natutuwa ako sa mga ina-upload niya na au.”
“amp, nagbabasa ka pala ng gano’n.”
binuksan na ni kazuha ang kaniya.
“oh, si diluc.” ipinakita niya sa’yo ang photocard ni diluc na gustong-gusto mo makuha.
napanganga ka nalang at napatingin nang pabalik-balik mula sa na-pull mo na photocard, at sa photocard na nakuha ni kazuha.
“sabi na, sa’kin talaga ‘yang album na ‘yan eh,” reklamo mo na may kaunting pagtatampo.
natawa si kazuha. “sa’yo na. sa’yo naman talaga.”
“TOTOO BA?”
“oo nga. oh, ayan.”
binigay ni kazuha ang buong album at photocard sa’yo, at pinanood ka habang nag-tatype sa phone mo para mag-tweet.
“mas maganda ka talaga pag naka-ngiti,” biglang sabi ni kazuha.
napakunot ang noo mo. “ha?”
“kaysa pag nakakunot ‘yang noo mo.” pinitik ni kazuha ang noo mo, at napaaray ka.
tinawanan ka lang niya.
“‘lang ‘ya ka, ah?” ginantihan mo siya ng pitik din sa noo. “bleh!”
“ah, i see.”
pinitik ka niya ulit, kaso lang, napalakas.
“aray ha!” napahawak ka sa noo mo, at ang tanging hiling mo lang ay sana hindi ito namumula.
napahawak si kazuha sa magkabilang pisngi mo. “oh, sorry. kiss ko?”
napatitig ka sa mga mata niya. shet. bakit ganito kabilis tibok ng puso ko?— hindi. hindi pwede.
tinulak mo ang mga kamay niya. “tigilan mo nga ako! ew.”
“anong ‘ew’? hindi ba favorite mo ang forehead kisses?” pagbibiro niya sa iyo.
“yuck! kazuha, stop!”
“haha, ang cute mo mamula.”
“ulol, ‘di kaya ako namumula!”
inilapit ni kazuha ang mukha niya sa iyo, hanggang sa konti nalang ang pagitan niyo. “sure ka?”
“kazuha…”
“‘di mo ba ‘ko na-miss?”
“sad boy ka na ba talaga ngayon?” biro mo.
“bakit address ko pa rin nakalagay sa’yo?”
hindi ka nakasagot. bakit nga ba? bakit ba hanggang ngayon, hindi ka pa rin maka-usad na wala na kayo? na ikaw naman talaga ‘yung nakipag-break?
“ah… haha, ano kasi.” napakamot ka sa ulo mo. “huli kong bili do’n nung birthday mo. nung um-order ako ng matching sweater natin?”
napakurap ang mga mata ni kazuha. “‘di ka pa ulit nag-oorder?”
“hindi… tuwing binubuksan ko kasi ‘yung cart ko nakikita ko ‘yung mga bagay na dapat bibilhin ko para matchy tayong dalawa,” pag-amin mo sa kaniya.
lumayo si kazuha at tsaka natawa. “so? bakit ka nga nakipag-break sa’kin? iniwan mo nalang ako bigla sa ere.”
huminga ka nang malalim, sabay pikit ng mga mata. ito na. moment of truth. nakakahiya man sabihin ang rason ko pero ito na talaga.
“kasi,” pagsisimula mo. “feeling ko kasi mas mahal ko pa si tartaglia na ‘di naman ako kilala kaysa sa’yo. kaya sabi ko, break muna tayo.”
“ha?” napatitig muna sa’yo saglit si kazuha, at kalaunan ay natawa rin siya. “seryoso ka ba, y/n? ‘yun lang?”
“oo nga! ano pa ba gusto mo marinig?!”
“bakit mo sinabi pa na mas bagay kami ni…?”
“wala! eme ko lang ‘yon para kunwari nag-selos ako!”
mas lalong natawa si kazuha. “god, y/n! alam mo ba na sobrang kabado ‘ko nung nakipag-break ka sa’kin? akala ko kung anong mali nagawa ko sa’yo.”
“sorry na nga, okay?!”
hinawakan ni kazuha ang kamay mo, at hinalikan ito. “pwede ba tayo nalang ulit?”
“asa ka.”
“mas mahal mo talaga si tartaglia kaysa sa’kin?”
“…oo.”
“sure?”
“oo nga! tangina talaga nito.”
“sige. ‘di ko na ibibigay sa’yo ‘yung second album nila na mayroon ako. sayang, ando’n pa naman ‘yung paborito mong pc niya.”
“HOY! TOTOO KA BA?”
binitawan na ni kazuha ang kamay mo. “sa’kin nalang ‘yun. ba’t ko ibibigay sa’yo kung mas minahal mo pala talaga siya?”
“biro lang naman eh…”
“biro ang alin?”
“biro lang na mas mahal ko siya. syempre ikaw mas minahal ko, ‘di ba? ikaw na ‘yan, oh,” sabi mo nang pabulong, pero narinig ito ni kazuha.
“okay. edi tayo na ulit.”
“bakit ikaw lang nagdecide?!”
“ayaw mo?” bawi ni kazuha.
“huy, ano ba. syempre, gusto.”
isang malaking ngiti ang nasa mukha ngayon ni kazuha. “love you. na-miss kita.”
“corny mo!” pinalo mo ang kamay niya na nakapatong sa iyo. “miss you too, siguro.”
kung saan, um-order ka ng album kaso sa address ng ex mo na-deliver ‘yung item. anong gagawin mo para makuha ‘yun pabalik? hayaan nalang, o kunin ‘yung chance na ‘to para ibalik ang tamis ng nakaraan?
kung saan, um-order ka ng album kaso sa address ng ex mo na-deliver ‘yung item. anong gagawin mo para makuha ‘yun pabalik? hayaan nalang, o kunin ‘yung chance na ‘to para ibalik ang tamis ng nakaraan?
kung saan, um-order ka ng album kaso sa address ng ex mo na-deliver ‘yung item. anong gagawin mo para makuha ‘yun pabalik? hayaan nalang, o kunin ‘yung chance na ‘to para ibalik ang tamis ng nakaraan?
tags. mini series / short smau. genshin filo au. exes to ???. crack/humor. timestamps don’t matter.
read here . . .
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4
profiles. yn, hu tao, xiangling, xingqiu
yn. adik sa DCKZ. ex ni kazuha. first time bibili ng album, puro pc kasi binibili. no.1 tartaglia fan ‘yan (kaya ganon twt user niya)
kazuha. lider ng banda nila (kaya gusto ni heizou malamangan dckz sa kapogian kasi dapat daw mas ckat sila). ex ni yn ganda. naging fan lang ng dckz dahil sa ex niya.
notes. ib this twitter post lmao. masyado ko ata to naenjoy 😛 was supposed to be a one-part au kaso naparami panels 😹 love lots 💗
SYNOPSIS When you experience struggles in the world of studying medicine and science, your Twitter moot is always there for you. On the other hand, an acquaintance enemy of yours never fails to bothers you. They have such contrasting personalities, yet a familiar feeling of comfort whenever you talk to them. Or is it uneasiness?
“what are you doing here? the stalker might be lurking.” you didn't even take a look at kaeya who was handing you a can of soda.
“well,” he placed it beside you, “i'd say, fuck that stalker.”
kaeya found you in the playground near the hospital. he first went to the hospital, but realized he won't be told where your brother's room is since he isn't a relative. so, he decided to get some fresh air first before looking for you again.
luckily, you were there in the playground. he took the chance to buy soda from a vending machine nearby before approaching you.
“you're crying again,” he started.
you wiped your tears to glare at him. “thanks for stating the obvious.”
“is your brother okay?”
you averted your gaze, you felt a pang of guilt struck your heart. “i don't know. i left immediately.”
maybe it's because of the guilt, or maybe your emotions are all over the place right now but you opened up to kaeya. you told him about your fight with albedo.
“i fucked up again,” you said with a sigh. “i really don't deserve albedo. he's too kind.”
“you just got emotionally hijacked,” kaeya said half-jokingly. “but you had a right to be mad. it's about your brother, after all.”
“i know. i just hope i didn't lash out on him.”
you looked up at the sky. you remembered how you and albedo would hang around the playground near your house when you were children. he always looked neat, while you forced yourself to look neat. you missed those times.
“i hope i can turn back time and just never…”
never liked him. never became friends with him. never existed in his life.
“you can regret the past all you want but all you could do now is face the future,” kaeya looked at you. “so, drink your soda before it becomes warm.”
you chuckled. “the stalker is so gonna burn my scholarship papers, kaeya.”
you took the soda from him, your fingers brushing against his for a quick moment. kaeya took this opportunity to hold your hand.
“do you regret meeting me too?” he asked.
you raised an eyebrow at him. “what? you're so weird.”
he let go of your hand. “i'm just asking!”
“i mean, it's my fault you're being stalked right now, and that you might lose your scholarship,” he added.
suddenly, you bursted in to tears. kaeya jolted in surprise. “hey…”
“i'm gonna lose my scholarship. i'm gonna lose my best friend. my brother's in a hospital. and i'll never give my mother the life she had always dreamt of!” you crashed out, your words muffled between your sobs and your hands that were covering your face.
“my life is so so so so so so so fucked,” you cried out. “i worked so hard for nothing.
“why do i have to be born poor and miserable?!”
kaeya didn't know what to do. he wasn't used to comforting people who are crashing out. especially when the problems you stated are just too much to handle and he isn't even the right person to speak up about it.
“there, there,” he started ruffling your hair. “just let it all out.”
he watched as you continue sobbing with your face covered. he can't help but be bothere — surely, there's something he can do?
he remembered something from a lecture before. a hug can wash away the sadness of a person. there it is!
you felt kaeya inching closer to you, and you felt his arm snaked around you.
“i can't say it's going to be alright, but, uh, i'm here for you,” he moved his hand up and down on your shoulder. “i'm just here if you ever need a shoulder to cry on.”
a shoulder to cry on. that's oddly familiar.
“ah, my professor from before was right! a hug can really solve stuff,” he broke the hug and grinned at you. “look at you, you're not sobbing anymore.”
well, he looks pretty like this. no smugness on his face, just pure genuineness. you didn't even realized you stopped crying, nor did you realize you've been staring at him for too long.
the smugness was back on his face. “what? can't handle my beautiful face?”
you groaned. “get off me! that damn stalker will get shit on us again.”
“fine. fine.”
kaeya's breath hitched.
“what's wrong?” you asked.
“i completely forgot about the box. it's been a week but i haven't seen its contents inside.”
you stood up. “what are you waiting for then?! get up, we're seeing it together.”
NOTE YALL plz forgive albedo my pookiewooks i swear he js did what he thought was less worrying for yncakes but he was unfortunately wrong 💔
SYNOPSIS When you experience struggles in the world of studying medicine and science, your Twitter moot is always there for you. On the other hand, an acquaintance enemy of yours never fails to bothers you. They have such contrasting personalities, yet a familiar feeling of comfort whenever you talk to them. Or is it uneasiness?
