al haitham x reader x kaveh
SYNOPSIS kaveh, al haitham and you are close friends and went to the same high school. but after your junior year, you left them and sumeru behind for liyue’s 2 year med school exchange program. now you’re back in sumeru for a class reunion and attending sumeru akademiya.
Alhaitham has the looks and the smarts. He will also be the stand-in CEO for his grandfather's company for a year.
But, he's been mysteriously cursed to turn into a cat every night since his eighteenth birthday… until he meets you, an employee at his grandfather's company, who rescues him as a cat and changes him back with one kiss.
Alhaitham/You
Notes:
Cross-posted on AO3
Female reader
Chapter index at the end of chapter one
“Daaamn. So, he held her hand in front of you and mom and everything?”
You and Lumine are visiting Aether at the hospital. Lumine has just finished telling Aether everything that happened during that evening. You’ve been casually listening, ensuring Lumine doesn’t exaggerate the truth. By the end, Aether smiles at you.
“It’s like one of the stories you write, Sis.” Then, he lowers his voice and says dramatically, “What did they talk about after the mother and sister left? Stay tuned…”
Lumine laughs. “It definitely sounds like a cliffhanger.”
“Well, if things really go well, I’m happy for ‘ya, Sis.” Aether tears open a chocolate bar. “It’s about time that ginger gets some competition.”
A soft knock comes at Aether’s door.
You and Lumine are surprised to see a girl about the same age as the twins. Her eyes are slightly darker than the colour of her hair that's tied into a high ponytail. She's wearing a dark hospital gown that makes her skin look even paler than it already is.
“A-Ayaka!”
You and your sister glance at each other. Ayaka? Since when did Aether make a friend?
She walks in, and you see she’s holding one of Aether’s video games. “Hello. I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.” She gives you and Lumine a slight bow.
“No! Not at all!”
“I came to return the video game you lent me the other day," Ayaka says, putting the video game on the nightstand beside Aether's bed.
“You lent her one of your video games?” Lumine gasps.
Aether shoots her a warning look, but his twin remains unfazed.
“Yes.” Ayaka smiles. “He was kind enough to lend me one when I was recovering.”
“Well, well, looks like Aether’s all grown up!”
Ayaka looks at Aether. “Are these two…”
“They’re my sisters.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Ayaka,” you say. “I should thank you for giving my brother company.”
Lumine nods. “That’s why we brought him his games in the first place. He wouldn’t stop complaining about how bored he was.”
Ayaka doesn’t see Aether’s deadpan look toward his twin. “I quite enjoy Aether’s company. He’s a fun person to talk to.”
“Oh, is he now?” Lumine asks with a smile. “That’s good to hear!”
Then, Ayaka bows once. “I should return to my room. My brother will be coming soon.”
“You have a brother?” Lumine asks.
“Yes.” Ayaka looks at you. “He should be around the same age as you or maybe a little older. His name is Ayato.”
“Ooh, perhaps we can all get lunch together sometime!” Lumine says excitedly.
“I think that would be a lovely idea.”
“I second that,” you say.
“I, uh, anytime’s good for me!”
“As long as you get to see Ayaka, right?” Lumine says quietly. Aether glares at her, and she returns it with a smile.
Ayaka chuckles. “I guess Aether and I can arrange something.”
“Yeah!”
You and Lumine give Ayaka a small wave just before she leaves.
Once Ayaka is out of sight, Lumine turns to her brother and asks, “Pickin’ up girls at the hospital, are we now?”
You laugh. “She seems like a nice girl.”
“Maybe the only girl who will give Aether a chance.”
Aether sticks his tongue out at his twin. “Ha-ha. Hilarious, Lumine.”
As your siblings continue to bicker, you look at your watch. It's almost time to meet your friends. You grab your bag off the armchair, which gets Aether's attention.
“Leaving already, Sis?”
“I’m meeting Candace and Dehya to get my dress today.”
Lumine gasps. “Oh! For the Awards night, right?”
“That’s the one.”
Once you leave the room, you see a woman walk out of the room next door. Isn’t that the room Alhaitham’s grandfather is staying in? Her long, blue locks make her stand out. Coupled with her fair skin, she would turn heads down the street. Could this woman be a friend of Alhaitham’s? Or…
You walk in the other direction, trying and failing to kill your curiosity.
◆◆◆
As soon as you enter the high-end boutique, Candace waves at you while Dehya goes in for a hug.
“There she is!"
You walk up and hug Dehya, a friend from school who you introduced to Candace a few years ago.
"I should get your autograph now before you become too famous!"
"And what?" you ask. "Sell it?"
Dehya laughs. "You got me."
“Did you have lunch yet?” Candace asks.
“Yeah, I already ate. I came from the hospital, actually,” you say. “I was visiting my brother.”
“Aether?” Dehya asks. “What did he get himself into this time?”
“He broke his leg while snowboarding.”
“Ouch… but the kid’s learning to snowboard now?”
"Well, he isn't sure he wants to go again after that incident."
Soon, you and Dehya get caught up with what's happening in your lives. Unlike you and Candace, who are creatives, Dehya works in law enforcement. You aren't surprised. She was incredibly athletic in school, having more physical strength than some of the boys. Her grades were also good. Her intelligence and athletics made her intimidating to most of the students, but it was also the reason why the two of you became friends.
Dehya looks around the high-end boutique. “So, Candace, care to give some recs?”
Candace looks at you. “Do you already have something in mind?”
“Not really… but I guess I’d like to try something different.”
She smiles. “A bolder look, maybe?”
“Something that’ll truly knock people off their feet!” Dehya adds.
“Let’s start with the overall design,” Candace suggests. “Once you like the dress, we can start looking at colours.”
After a while of you and your friends going through racks and racks of dresses, Dehya brings up the school reunion, something you’ve been thinking about.
“I haven’t replied to Collei yet,” you say. “Are you going?”
Dehya nods. Then, she quietly says, "He won't be there, you know. Collei wouldn't invite him."
You know that Collei wouldn't invite your ex if she's inviting you. She's not that type of person.
“...I know she wouldn’t.”
Is it bad to say that you don't want to see any of your old classmates? It's not like you're close to them. They're acquaintances at best. Some knew your ex and probably still kept in touch. However, you didn't want to deal with any questions about him. He used to haunt your dreams; his influence left harmful traces in almost every aspect of your life.
"I don't want to see them." You sigh. "Don't get me wrong. I don't have anything against them. It's just…."
“Hey. You don’t have to explain yourself to me,” Dehya says kindly. “If you don’t want to go, don’t go.”
You give her a small smile, and she returns it with one of her own.
"...I haven't decided, though, so I haven't replied."
“Something wrong?”
You and Dehya look at Candace, who’s holding a black satin off-sleeve dress that’s round and low-cut at the front with a slit on the side.
“I didn’t know dress shopping would be such a downer,” she jokes.
“Oh, it’s not that,” you say.
Dehya quickly gets Candace up to speed about Collei's invitation to a school reunion. Candace quickly catches on; she knows, after all, that your ex went to school with you.
“The reason you haven't replied... Is it because you might want to go?” Candace asks.
She's right. A part of you wants to show off this incredible person you've become. But would there be a point to that? The more you think about it, it seems like you'd be going for all the wrong reasons. Maybe it's best to leave it all behind.
The bell at the entrance sounds, signalling a customer. You, Dehya, and Candace turn around, and your eyes widen when you see Alhaitham… with a woman. The same woman you saw at the hospital earlier today.
“Haitham?” Candace asks, obviously surprised.
Alhaitham is just as surprised to see you.
“Layla!” Dehya exclaims.
“Dehya?” the woman smiles. “I never thought I’d see you at a boutique.”
“That’s cuz I’m here with friends!”
“Well, it looks like we all know each other,” Candace says. “Care to introduce us, Dehya?”
You learn that the woman with Alhaitham is Layla, a Sumeru native living out of the city until recently. She and Alhaitham are old friends, while she and Dehya met at a city event a few years ago.
“I’m not surprised Haitham knows so many great people,” she says. “It’s wonderful meeting you.”
“So… are you two on a date?” Dehya asks.
“No.”
“That was quick.”
“You must excuse his bluntness,” Candace says.
Layla chuckles. “But it’s true. We aren’t on a date. He’s just accompanying me for the day.”
“What brings the two of you here?” you ask.
"I want to get a new suit," Layla says. "Haitham says that he has a friend who works in the fashion business and thought she could help out." She looks at Candace. "I guess he was referring to you."
“At least he knows a good designer when he sees one,” Candace jokes.
“What about you?” Alhaitham asks, looking at you.
“I’m looking for a dress for the Awards Night."
Candace holds up the black dress. “What do you think about this one, Haitham?”
“Have you tried it on?”
“Not yet.”
Alhaitham smiles at you. “Go try it on.”
“What? So you can judge me?” you ask jokingly.
He leans close enough to whisper in your ear, "No, silly. So, you can see how beautiful you'd look in it."
Your eyes go wide.
“Something wrong?”
Looks like no one else heard what he said. You aren't surprised. With how he lowered his voice like that, it's only loud enough for you to hear but also sends a surprising shiver down your spine. You feel someone's hands on your shoulders. When you turn, you see Candace.
“I bet he told you to try it on, right?”
“Yeah…”
Candace smiles and hands you the dress. “Then, hurry and try it on, girl!”
Once you leave for the dressing room, Dehya points her finger at him. "Who are you to her? How come I haven't heard about you?"
“I’m her neighbour,” Alhaitham answers calmly.
“And her C—”
“She lives across from me,” Alhaitham quickly interrupts. He gives Candace a look, and she catches on and subtly nods.
“You two seem too... close to just be neighbours,” Dehya says.
“She’s also a friend.”
It’s obvious Dehya doesn’t buy it.
Layla chuckles. “Let’s stop grilling them, Dehya. Perhaps they’re a work in progress.”
Dehya jabs Alhaitham in the chest. "I don't know who you are, but you'd better not try anything funny."
“Don’t worry,” Candace says. “I’ll keep an eye on them.”
Dehya still looks suspiciously at Alhaitham as she says, "Well, if you're friends with Candace, I guess you should be okay."
“I appreciate you’re looking out for her,” Alhaitham says.
Dehya blinks once. Twice. Then, she turns to Candace. “Is he always like this?”
“Like what?”
Dehya looks back. “Like… I don’t know. Polite?”
“If it’s any reassurance, Candace already gave me a similar warning,” Alhaitham says. “I do not plan on trying anything’ funny’ with her. If anything”—his gaze turns stern—“I’d like to look out for her.”
You come out of the dressing room with the dress on. Candace is the first to walk up to you.
“It looks good!”
"You think?" you ask, looking down at yourself and then at the large mirror on the opposite wall.
Alhaitham approaches you, and you see his subtle smile in the mirror.
“Are you going to wear heels?” You see Layla just behind Alhaitham. “I think it would look nicer if you wore heels.”
You turn around. “I appreciate the suggestion, but aren’t you two here for something else?”
Layla chuckles softly. “Well, it seems like you completely grabbed Haitham’s attention.”
“Oh, I wonder why.”
You give Candace a look, and she smiles back.
“Well, I also think the dress looks nice on you,” Dehya chimes in. “The guy has a good eye.”
You and Alhaitham look at each other, but you’re the first to look away.
Sometime later, in a twisted series of events, you and your friends end up having lunch with Layla and Alhaitham at a nearby restaurant. After telling Layla about what you do, she looks visibly impressed.
“Wow, so you’re the scriptwriter for Love in the Spotlight? I binged it in one day,” she laughs. “It was so well done!” She takes a bite of her food. “How did you come up with the idea? Or… is that a secret?”
“Actually, it was inspired by something I read in the news.”
“I guess when inspiration strikes, it strikes hard.” Layla looks at Alhaitham. “Didn’t you watch it too, Haitham?”
“I did.” He looks at you. “And I enjoyed it.”
You aren’t sure why you find it difficult to meet his eyes. You’ve always taken compliments nicely. So, why do you feel… unexpectedly nervous?
“What did you particularly like about it?” Dehya asks. You gently nudge your friend underneath the table. “Whaaat? I’m just curious! Maybe he didn’t actually watch it and is just saying it.”
Candace cuts into her steak. “So… you’re testing him, is that it?”
"It was the characters who made it enjoyable," Alhaitham answers. "Perhaps it's a personal preference, but I especially enjoyed watching the female lead. From a rookie, unconfident actress to winning awards and giving advice to her juniors... her growth is quite inspiring."
You're pleasantly surprised at his response. You expected to hear "an interesting plot," "the high production value," or something similar. It never really crossed your mind that he'd comment on the characters.
"I'm sure many people would find strength in watching her as well," he continues. He looks at you. "It was a story with substance."
Curious, you ask, “I suppose you like character-driven stories then.”
"Truth be told, I've never thought about it," he says, slightly smiling. "But if my experience with Love in the Spotlight is anything to go by, it depends on whether I think the show delivers meaningful value."
Dehya whistles softly. “What a compliment.”
You can’t hide your smile, and you don’t want to. You feel a new sense of accomplishment as creating something purposeful and inspiring has always been at the top of your creative goals.
“That’s very motivating,” you say honestly. “I appreciate your thoughts, Catman.”
“Catman?”
You slowly look around at the confused faces. Alhaitham, on the other hand, has a slightly amused smile at your blunder.
“That’s… an interesting nickname for Haitham,” Layla says. “Never heard that one before.”
Candace chuckles. “It’s definitely a more creative one than Nerd or Bookworm.”
“Is it because he likes cats?” Deya asks.
Layla laughs. "Or… maybe he's like a cat. I can definitely see that."
You and Alhaitham glance at each other, and he enjoys seeing your little smile as you continue eating.
◆◆◆
You’ve just finished your shower that evening when you hear a knock at the door. You open it to find Alhaitham dressed in a black tank and pants.
“You’re… early,” you say.
"I was wondering if you'd wanted to come over instead."
You raise a brow. “You aren’t going to kidnap me, are you?” Alhaitham gives you a slightly deadpan look, and you shrug with a small smile. “Just making sure.” You lean against the doorframe. “Why, though?”
“I don’t think it’s fair if we keep using your place. If you’re comfortable”—he nods at his unit—“you could come over.”
You look past him and see the closed door. Alhaitham’s place… what would it look like? You’d imagine it would be minimalistic with a black, white, and gray colour scheme.
“...Curious?”
You immediately turn to him when you hear his low voice near your ear. Your lips almost brush against his cheek.
Then, he chuckles. “You can take a look at my book collection.”
“...Your book collection?”
“You have a bookshelf in your room. I assume you like reading.”
The bookshelf in your room isn't big and can be easily missed. So, you’re a little surprised that he remembers the detail.
“It sounds like your book collection is something private.” Then, jokingly, “Don’t tell me you have some R-rated stuff in there.”
To your surprise, Alhaitham looks at you mischievously. “...If you mean sensual literature, I assure you’ll find a little bit of everything.”
You laugh. “Is that what the academics are calling it nowadays?”
"So... is that a yes?"
And that's how you end up at Alhaitham's place.
It's just as you'd imagined, but it's also very clean. You're still standing at the entrance, looking around, when he comes out with tea.
“Take a seat.”
“Your place is nice,” you say, sitting on the black couch. “No cat fur.”
Alhaitham sits on the couch adjacent to you. “You should know I don’t shed.”
You almost choke on your tea. “Right. Of course, you don’t.”
"...There's something I'd like to talk to you about."
You put down your cup.
“The Best Hit Awards…” You already have a feeling you know what he’s getting at. “I’ll need you that night.”
You remember he’ll be the one giving the awards to the recipients. The event also takes place at night… but he would be a cat by then.
“You want me to change you back at the event?” you ask.
"Unfortunately, I don't see any other way."
“I guess not attending the event would leave a bad impression.”
Alhaitham nods.
"...That's a huge risk. But, if we plan carefully…."
“There’s nothing Catman and Batwoman can’t solve together.”
You cross one leg over the other. “What should I take that smile as, hm? Do you have something in mind?”
“Perhaps.”
“Well, I’m all ears.”
You're thinking over Alhaitham's plan later that night when he walks out of his bathroom in all his fluffy, four-legged glory. He jumps onto the sofa, and you turn to him.
“If I wasn’t here, I wonder what your plan would be.”
Alhaitham walks onto your lap and sits facing you. It almost looks like he’s smiling, but you can’t be sure.
“Don’t tell me you expect me to turn you back like this,” you deadpan. “It’s not going to happen.”
He steps toward you, and you stare at each other in silence. Finally, you scratch him behind the ears, and he nuzzles against your hand. Is this his cat instincts, or…?
“I thought you were going to show me your book collection.”
Alhaitham meows and jumps onto the floor. You eventually follow him to his room, where it's just as clean as the rest of his place. Your eyes almost widen at the wall completely filled with books. What surprises you more is that many books look old and have sticky tabs on the pages. Alhaitham jumps onto one of his bookshelves just as you walk over.
A book titled A Drunkard’s Tale gets your attention. “Did you read all of these?”
Alhaitham meows again. He walks along the edge and puts his paw on the spine of a green book. You put the one in your hand back on the shelf and grab the one Alhaitham is pointing to.
“...Heart’s Desire?” You look at him. “Is this the sensual literature you were talking about?”
You flip to a random page and start reading the first paragraph. But, Alhaitham suddenly puts his head on the page you're reading. His eyes are wide and innocent. He slowly inches closer, making reading anything on the page impossible.
You almost chuckle. “I thought I said you should behave if you want to change back.”
Behave? Pssh. He wants to drive you crazy. In a good way, of course. Alhaitham jumps onto the bed, patting the space beside him using his paw.
You assume he’s giving you permission to sit on his bed. So, you close the book and sit on the edge of his bed. You turn away from him, but that ends up being a mistake. Alhaitham jumps on your back, and his paws are on either one of your shoulders. You yelp in surprise. Then, you reach behind you and grab him off your shoulders.
You’re holding him in front of you, his belly exposed. “What was that all about, hm?”
His paws start moving up and down as if reaching for something. You slowly bring him closer until he’s close enough to bonk his head against yours and hug you. His head is against your neck, and you hear him meow softly.
“Is this your way of convincing me to turn you back?”
If that’s how you see it.
Once you put him down on the bed, you stand to face him as he looks up at you expectantly. Finally, he walks to the edge of the bed, his tail straight up. You lean down, not expecting Alhaitham to give you a light lick on your nose. Then, you and he stare at each other for a short moment before your lips curve into a small smile.
As soon as you kiss the top of his head, you almost gasp when you feel Alhaitham grab your wrist.
Then, you hear him whisper in your ear, “You’re getting harder to resist.”
You pull back. Alhaitham has a blanket over his lower half. The two of you stare at each other; his words are still sinking in until…
“I… I should go.”
You don’t wait for a response and hurry out the door.
Y: Good morning everyone, and welcome to another segment of our Stellar Lunar analysis!
A: As I’m sure you can tell, this was not scheduled, but some of you reached out to ask for help on a latent theme analysis of chapter 7.
Y: Wow, your intros have gotten so much better! Didn’t think you had it in you~
A: …thanks. I guess.
Y: Alright, enough chit chat let’s get to it!
A: *unintelligible noise*
A: Please, please, please tell me you don’t actually believe that…
Y: And why wouldn’t I? You can’t take everything she says at face value!
A: Yes, you can. Not everything has a deeper meaning.
Y: And I would agree, but in this instance our narrator has been proved time and time again to be completely unreliable because of her mental state. The whole point of this is that we absolutely can’t trust everything she says.
A: I guess I… didn’t consider that. So with that being said, what do you think she meant by her statement?
Y: Oh my god… is the Alhaitham agreeing with me AND asking me a question, all in the same sentence?! I think I’ve seen it all!
A: Technically it was two sentences.
Y: Ugh, way to ruin the moment.
A: But you-
Y: One of these days we’re going to have to agree on something!
A: As soon as you start making sensible points we will.
Y: What makes you right? Our classmates love my point of view!
A: …
Y: Whatever.
A: Anyways, hopefully I’ll rub off on you so you can look at this logically.
Y: None of this book is logical though! That’s like- the entire point! And the seventh chapter is the most convoluted and non-straightforward part!
A: You’ve… read the whole book?
Y: You haven’t?
A: Of course I have.
Y: We’ll talk about the ending later.
A: Agreed.
A: I think I might strangle you.
Y: Cut.
A: What?
Y: Cut the cameras. Deadass.
A: Can’t win the debate so now you have to fight me?
Y: For your information, I’d win both, no questions asked!
A: Oh yeah?
And the next thing you know, Alhaitham is towering over you, haughty eyes looking down on you. Only slightly daunted, you stood up to meet his glare.
It was quiet in the room, the only sound being his quiet breathing and the ticking clock. “This isn’t a fight you can win,” Alhaitham grinned, but it was less mocking than you expected.
In fact, his narrowed eyes danced with mirth, taking you by surprise. “Oh please, I could take a nerd like you down any day,” you huffed, hands on your hips. Alhaitham snorted out a laugh as he stepped closer, and now you were chest to chest. “I’d like to see you try.”
Your frown deepened at his taunt. “You’re insufferable sometimes, Alhaitham,” you bit out. There had been an odd tension that had been present the whole recording, and now it was reaching its peak.
Chest to chest, nose to nose, he was insufferable to you, but you couldn’t get enough of your back and forth with him, couldn’t get enough of him. And maybe it was just the lingering heightened emotions from your near arguments, but you couldn’t help but want to be closer still.
It might’ve been wishful thinking, but from the way he was staring, you couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same way. “God, you talk too much,” He hissed.
But before you could make a retort, his lips were pressed feverishly to yours. Your noise of surprise was muffled by his lips as he pressed your body closer to his.
It felt as though a haze was clouding your mind and stealing your judgment, but you couldn’t stop your arms from curling themselves around his neck.
He was intoxicating, and you were falling deep. The way his lips moved against yours was a mix of precision and passion that pulled you further into him.
His hand carefully cradled your jaw, allowing him to deepen the kiss more than you thought possible. You needed to breathe, and thought he would too, but Alhaitham seemed wholly content to only breathe you in, showing no signs of stopping.
You had to force yourself to pull away, but you couldn’t find yourself regretting it when you saw his expression. Eyes half lidded, lips swollen, and cheeks dusted pink… it was not something you could’ve ever imagined seeing on Alhaitham’s face, but the last thing you were doing was complaining.
“What was that?” You mumbled, unable to escape his gaze. And just like that, his infuriating smirk was back in full force. “I told you; you talk too much.”
You groaned, flicking his forehead. “Shut up. Anyways, we definitely have to cut that part out,” You sighed, but you weren’t at all displeased, and it was obvious that Alhaitham knew it too.
“Why? I think it adds to the argument,” He shrugged.
A: With all of that being said, I hope this was as productive for all of you as it was for me.
Y: Wait, what’s that supposed to mean?
A: I think you know, yn.
Y: I-?!
A: Anyways, if you have anymore questions reach out to either Professor Lisa or us. Anything to add, yn?
Y: H-huh?
A: Tch. You were complaining about my intros when it’s really your outros that are the problem…
Yesterday had been a day of consistent… well inconsistencies for you. Ayato texting you? 0/10, never happens and for good reason. Letting it ruin your day, however? -10/10, absolutely awful, humiliating, mortifying- Meeting a (cute) stranger and actually taking a liking to him? Breaks the scale.
And as much as you wanted to kick yourself for it, you couldn’t help but admit that he was incredibly attractive. In the same way Ayato was. Calculating, elegant, intelligent… you clearly had a type.
Still, talking to him didn’t make you feel self-conscious and he wasn’t condescending, so that was already a plus. Rolling your eyes at your train of thought, you leaned back in your chair and away from your laptop.
At this rate, your homework was never going to get done. The sound of dangerous sizzling certainly didn’t help. At his own specialty desk, Zandik was mixing a blue liquid with some kind of fluorescent green powder. His eyebrows were furrowed as he carefully measured something out, causing you to sigh.
Even out of class and a lab, Zan couldn’t help but tinker around on his own side projects, and while usually he knew exactly what not to do in the house, none of you would ever forget the time he created some kind of toxic vapor and caused an evacuation. After Rosalyn had passed out.
Needless to say, you didn’t want to distract him at this very moment, but you were bored. Usually you would nag Rosalyn until she went shopping with you or Kuni until he agreed to entertain you, but they were both busy.
“I can feel you staring at me, you know,” Zandik mumbled, still observing the semi-violent reaction. You sighed and walked over to him. “Sorry, I’m just bored, I guess. And my essay is kicking my ass, at the moment,” You groaned, plopping your head down onto his shoulder.
Zandik paused before setting down his equipment. “And you want me to entertain you? Why don’t you go text that Alhaitham guy,” He teased, a smirk playing at his lips.
You just rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t stop your mind from drifting to him. “Still bitter you got kicked out?” You laughed. He let out a huff before standing, causing you to stumble forward. And you would’ve fallen face first into his experiment if it wasn’t for his hand catching your collar.
“Alright, come on, we’re going out. We could both use a break, clearly.” And who were you to argue with that?
al haitham x reader x kaveh
SYNOPSIS kaveh, al haitham and you are close friends and went to the same high school. but after your junior year, you left them and sumeru behind for liyue’s 2 year med school exchange program. now you’re back in sumeru for a class reunion and attending sumeru akademiya.
al haitham x reader x kaveh
SYNOPSIS kaveh, al haitham and you are close friends and went to the same high school. but after your junior year, you left them and sumeru behind for liyue’s 2 year med school exchange program. now you’re back in sumeru for a class reunion and attending sumeru akademiya.
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