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sleepiness clung to your bones like dew on blades of grass in the warming morning sun, crystalline drops once frozen in the quiet night though unlike those droplets last night, and now as you waited to the side of the coffee stand for your drink to be made, you were warmed by your husband at your side and the way he kept you tucked in close to his chest, his heart beat steady in your ears.
with one arm around you, his thumb rubbed back and forth in slow motions on your waist that was not helping you shake that last bit of tiredness but that you didn’t want to stop all the same. you wanted to melt into alhaithams touch. it was quiet between you as he finishes the last few pages of the chapter he was on before you both headed out the door for work and after little convincing, though you did bat your lashes sweetly once or twice just for good measure, he indulged in your request to stop for coffee, even though he had already had a cup at home, and was far less bothered than you when you showed up and had to stand in a long line. he just pulled you close, got out his book and told you it’d be fine. and you found it hard to disagree when it dawned on you it meant you’d get to be with him a little longer before you parted for the day.
it seemed to end all too quickly too when they called your name and tore you from your beloved's embrace, reminding you there was more to do today than just lay against alhaithams chest and relax, even though it's what you’d both rather be doing.
“i’ll get it, stay here,” he says, his fingers running across your lower back as he closes his book and slips it back into his bag, stepping away from you with long strides.
you grumble as he leaves, just like you had this morning when your alarm went off and took you from your dreams. your ears fill with the noises of the waking city, his warmth lingers on your skin but his scent quickly dissipates, replaced with the strong smell of coffee. your eyes follow after him, watching the sway of his cloak, the bounce of his ahoge. you smile as he thanks the stand owner and heads back your way, looking not nearly tired as you even though he’s harder to get out of bed.
he stops in front of you, his tall frame lingering over you as he grabs for your outstretched hand that was meant for your coffee but was still happy to be met with his skin, the softness of his gloves. he laces your fingers together and brings them between you while he takes a sip of your drink, a smirk pulling at his lips at the way you look at him quizzically.
“husband tax,” he says in answer and you don’t miss the teasing lilt in his tone. falling into step side by side, headed towards your work, he hands you your drink and feels his chest swirling at the pleased look on your face at your first sip of your drink and the smile you give him after.
“it’s gonna be a good day ‘haitham,” you beam, your smile growing brighter and he can’t help the way his own lips twitch upwards, though he hides it well by pulling you closer, leaning down and placing a soft kiss to the crown of your head.
“yes, it will.”
cuddled up in the little nook inside alhaithams home office, afternoon light spilling through the stained glass windows, your favorite blanket layed over your legs and a book in your hand, your eyes drank in the images being painted with words on the bound pages in front of you. the story had you captivated, your gaze not breaking from the pages even when you reached to grab a chocolate covered biscuit, a sweet treat imported from inazuma to go with your book from yae publishing house.
you were so sucked into the world laid out by the author you hadn’t even heard the opening of the front door or the clicking of alhaithams shoes against the hardwood making their way towards you. you were right where he left you an hour ago, having only slightly shifted into a more comfortable position and now with many more pages finished.
had you been able to look up from the pages you would have seen an image of alhaitham not many would ever see or even believe the stoic scribe was capable of; a smitten man taking in the joy and comfort of his beloved as he leans against the door frame with his arms folded. the warmth of the afternoon sun clung to his dark clothes but his chest was filling with another kind of heat and another emotion he found himself so weak to when it came to you, need. the need to have your attention, to kiss your lips, have you welcome him home, to tease you for making him feel this way because only you could make him feel so.
it’s only when long fingers come into view at the top of the page, the book leaving your grasp for the first time since you picked it up, do you finally realize alhaitham is home. he’s caught you at the perfect moment, a chocolate covered stick poking out of your mouth that’s now curling into a smile, matching the light in your eyes, when you see who it is.
“welcome ho- oh~”
he doesn’t give you a moment to speak before he’s closing the distance between you, the hand not holding your book keeping you caged between his large muscular frame and the back of your chair. the scent of rosewater and hibiscus envelopes you and his proximity sets your heart to an unsteady beat. it grows more erratic when you can feel the warmth of his breath on your face, the tickle of his hair on your forehead and find your eyes unable to leave the image of his pink lips parting before he breaks your treat in half, little crumbs clinging to his lips as he takes a bite and swallows, still so close but never touching your lips with his own.
“husband tax,” he says with a smirk that told you all too well he was enjoying the way he felt your skin burning up, like he might have heard the thump of your heart in the quiet room.
all too casually he slips the book back into your hands and takes a step back, ready to head to his own corner of the office to read but letting his eyes linger on your adorably flustered face and the way you try to hide it behind your book.
“habibti, dinner’s ready,” you hear your husband's voice call from the kitchen followed by the soft clank of plates being pulled from the cabinets.
“coming!” you call back, quickly slipping on your sweater, well alhaithams sweater, before emerging from the bedroom feeling much better than you had when you first arrived home with heavy eyes and a pout on your lips.
it wasn’t usual that either of you worked overtime but lately you didn’t have a choice if you wanted to get your work done by its deadline so you had arrived home much later than your lover, much later than you would have liked to. upon seeing your exhausted state, he pulled you into his arms, your face buried into his chest, kissed your lips tenderly and easily coaxed you into a hot shower while he promised to prepare dinner.
you could smell the food he had been cooking the moment you stepped into the hallway and felt your feet practically float into the kitchen after it. your stomach grumbled upon seeing the food laid out on the counter and your whole body filled with love that melted the entries days stresses away when seeing alhaitham untying his apron as he turned to meet you.
he was always so handsome but there was something about seeing him like this, in comfortable clothes without his headphones and a messy apron after making you dinner, soft eyes to match his loving tone as he spoke to you, makes you ever weaker to the beauty that was the scribe.
“feeling a little better?”
“mhmm,” you hum as you wrap your arms around his middle and bury your face into his chest. he responds in kind, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other at your lower back. “much better now.”
“good,” he replies with a chuckle that makes you feel even lighter as you nizzle into him. “go sit down, i’ll get your plate ready.”
“thank you ‘haitham,” you whisper over his clothed heart, earnest and honey sweet, before reluctantly pulling yourself away from him and going to take your seat at the table.
with a tired smile and your head resting in your propped up hand you watch as he plates your favorite foods of this dish first and in the portion you like, followed by the things you liked less but were just as full of nutrition to help you through your long nights and hard work. your heart skips a beat seeing a bit of sauce dripping from the spoon and clinging to the edge of the plate before he wipes it off with his finger and licks it off, his eyes flashing up to yours just to see if you were indeed staring.
quickly you look away, clearing your throat like you weren’t just caught with shameless hearts in your eyes. you half expect him to tease you, to at least point it out like a smart aleck but he doesn’t say anything as he makes his way over to you and places your food in front of you. it's only when he grabs you a fork, not yet handing it to you and the action causes you to look at him in question, that he speaks.
“husband tax,” he says, taking a piece of your food for himself, ensuring that you’re watching as he takes a bite and licks his lips before handing you the fork with a knowing look in his eyes but acting all innocent just the same.
“you know if you want to share all you have to do is ask,” you coo sweetly at him, your cheeks warm, your heart full knowing just how much you love when he does this.
“i know,” he replies. but whether it be to tease you, to see if your drink is cool enough, to ensure your food is to your liking or any other reason he could think of, he’ll always be happy to see you smile, make you blush and hold your attention, your love. “but this is more fun.”
# — summary: you're not really cut out for this whole "matchmaker" deal.
# — warnings: n/a
# — tags: long fic (~9k words), 3+1 format, fluff, angst, misunderstandings, hurt/comfort, (failed) matchmaking, aether & lumine are your best friends
# — notes: finally, finally, finally! i finished a commission! thank you so, so much again to the commissioner; your support means so, so much to me, especially at a time like this. i had a lot of fun writing this :D reblogs and reactions are greatly appreciated, and i really hope you all enjoy! 🥰
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"hey! do you mind if i sit here?"
in hindsight, you should've known right away that that was a stupid question to ask. the café is far from crowded at this time of day. there's a smattering of people sitting at tables and all of them are alone, and there's still an empty table here and there. if you were going to be subtle about wanting to sit near this guy, you should have chosen, say, the empty seat behind him. but thank your lucky stars; the man is kind enough to smile back at you and gesture to the seat across from him.
alright. one foot in the door.
the guy in question is none other than kaedehara kazuha, the english major who's famous for his insightful poetry and exceptional grades. everyone loves this guy, even professors outside of his department. he's not the most social, but he's open to anyone and everyone who happens across him, and it would appear that you are a part of that as well. it's a good thing, too — if he'd secretly been an asshole, you'd have turned tail immediately. of course, that'd only make you look more suspicious than you already do, but that's besides the point.
when you say that everyone loves kazuha, you mean everyone — and that includes your best friend lumine. it just so happens that kazuha is also the object of many people's affections — the perks of being popular, you figure. it came as a real shock to you that lumine was interested in him of all people; you could've sworn she was head over heels for ayaka, the endearing political science and dance double major that she spends a lot of time with. but instead, lumine came to you out of the blue one evening gushing about kazuha.
"wait, wait, wait. are you telling me that you have a crush on him?" you closed your book to gape at lumine, who was sitting across from you with her chin propped in her hand.
lumine nodded. "yeah. what, is that weird or something?"
you raised an eyebrow. "very." you stood up and circled the table to eye her closely. lumine watched you the entire time, her eyes curious. "did you get hurt anywhere? hit your head or something?"
"oh my god, you're ridiculous." lumine pushed you away lightly. "i just think he's... dreamy..?"
"you don't sound too sure about that."
"fuck off, you know i'm not good with this sort of thing." lumine flipped you off. "but you know who is? kazuha." when you scoffed and sat back in your seat, she sighed. "would you stop being an asshole and help me out?"
you opened your book and skimmed the words. "what now? are you gonna tell me to set you up with him or something?" when lumine didn't answer for a few seconds, you froze. you looked up at her with mild horror. "ohh no. fuck no, i am not playing matchmaker. do it yourself."
lumine didn't answer you at that. you knew very well why she didn't do these things herself. you're aware of her reputation on campus; she's not exactly the most popular, but those who do know her know that she can appear rather callous at times. lumine's rough exterior made it difficult for her to branch out, which was probably why she was asking you to begin with. once it occurred to you, you groaned. "fine." you conceded. "but you're doing all the hard work."
lumine's face brightened into a smile you don't think you've ever seen her wear before. "you're the best." she reached across the table and tapped your hand. "seriously."
meanwhile, you'd already started dreading the first interaction you were supposed to have with kazuha. "yeah, yeah," you muttered. "whatever."
because at the end of the day, who are you to question lumine? she's been by your side through thick and thin ever since middle school. she's got your back and you've got hers (and her brother's). you'd do just about anything for her if she asked, no matter how ridiculous it seems. although, you think as you settle in your new seat, this is pretty fucking ridiculous. playing matchmaker is stupid, especially for a guy like kazuha, who has probably had this kind of thing happen to him before. you can only hope that that's not the case.
you pull out a notebook and a pen to start idly writing when you notice that in front of you, kazuha's closed his book. when you look up, you see that he's actually staring at you. what for? "is something wrong?" you ask. "i can move if you want me to; i didn't mean to disturb you."
kazuha shakes his head, his platinum bangs brushing over his forehead. he has a streak of crimson in his hair, you notice. it's kind of cute. in fact, now that you're really looking at him, you can really see why people are so drawn to him. he's very attractive with his kind eyes and almost serene expression. you see his lips moving then and realize that he must have been saying something for a while. shit, were you checking him out just now? did he notice? it's not until his lips stop moving that you realize that you have no idea what he just said. "i'm sorry, i, uh... really should've got some coffee before i sat down. can you say that again?" you give him an apologetic smile in hopes that it'll make him forget that you obviously weren't listening just now.
kazuha actually smiles then. it seems like he's always doing that, really. your ears start to burn; he probably thinks you're ridiculous. "that's alright." he tilts his head to the side slightly and says your name. when you raise your brows, his smile grows. "i figured my guess was correct. you're friends with lumine, aren't you?"
oh, right! duh! how did you already forget your goal? stupid pretty boy and his stupid face. "ah, yeah," you reply. "she's my roommate too, actually."
"i see." kazuha pushes his book to the side and you follow the movement. is he trying to start conversation? this wasn't exactly how you saw this playing out, but hey, that saves you the trouble of coming up with a topic. "how long have you two known each other?"
perfect. you've got him hook, line, and sinker. with lumine as the topic of conversation, you'll have him smitten with her in no time. "since middle school," you say with a smile. "she and aether moved into the house beside mine and my mother tasked me with befriending them. the rest is history, i suppose."
kazuha looks endeared. "the two of them must have been a handful, no?"
you don't miss the playfulness in his tone. yeah, you can really see why people like him. you weren't exactly supposed to get caught in his little web, but here you were, charmed by the guy anyway. at kazuha's request, you divulge a few stories about your history with lumine. you cherry pick stories that are centered around her and leave out the more embarrassing parts (which is difficult since you guys were some embarrassing kids); when this is over, she better love you for talking her up like this.
at some point, kazuha excuses himself for a moment. while you wait, you pull out your phone and text the group chat that you have with lumine and aether.
[ me ]: you owe me your soul after this, bitch
[ lulu☆]: oh my god, did you actually find and talk to him
[ lulu☆]: i didn't think you'd actually do it, help
[ me ]: you asked, didn't you? and i said i would, so
[ lulu☆]: that's not
[ lulu☆]: well..
[ lulu☆]: okay look what did you tell him
[ me ]: don't worry, i didn't embarrass you
[ me ]: ...yet
[ aefer☆]: did you tell him about the time she nearly shit herself because a cat fell out a tree on her head
[ aefer☆]: cause that's funny
[ me ]: shit u're right, i should've mentioned that
[ me ]: but no.. i had to talk her up to impress him
[ aefer☆]: i would've told him. just sayin
[ lulu☆]: i know where you live, bitch
[ aefer☆]: what a coincidence, so do i
[ me ]: okay he's coming back, later losers ♡
[ aefer☆]: make sure to tell him the story!!
you chuckle at your phone before you put it away. when you look up, kazuha is seated in front of you with two cups on the table; one looks to be coffee, while the other seems to be tea — green tea from the smell of it. you blink in surprise and open your mouth, but before you can ask, kazuha explains: "you said you needed coffee and it just so happens that i needed a pick-me-up as well." he gestures to the coffee and gently eases it towards you. "so i took the liberty of getting some for you."
you shake your head quickly. you weren't supposed to be indebted to him! "y-you really shouldn't have!"
kazuha's expression falls a little and you swear you feel your heart tug. "was that too forward of me? my apologies, i..."
fuck, you can't have him looking so downcast. you try to cover up your flustered state with a grateful smile. "no, no, i mean-- thank you, really, but you're too kind. how much was it? at least let me pay you back."
"there's no need," he says. "i got it because i wanted to. and what better need to celebrate a new friend than over a drink they enjoy?"
you blink twice. once because you're surprised he considers you a friend already, and twice because if you're not mistaken, kazuha looks... sheepish. you stare at him just a moment longer and this time it's him who breaks eye contact as he moves to sip from his tea. confused, you drink from the coffee he got for you. the second the flavor hits your tongue, you make a noise of surprise. "this is.." you mutter.
"ah." kazuha sets down his own drink. "i'm sorry, i forgot to explain. i wasn't quite sure how you took your coffee, so i guessed. it's not bad, is it?" he actually looks worried. "should i take it back for you?"
"no, no, it's not bad, it's..." it's perfect, you think. this is exactly how you order your coffee every time. how did he guess this well? your order isn't exactly standard; it would take some serious thinking to get it down to a T. "it's great," you finish your sentence. "thank you so much."
relief settles on kazuha's face. "that's good." he sets his tea aside and keeps his attention on you. "would it be too forward of me to ask if you have any more stories to share? they're quite interesting."
right. shit. you're here to play matchmaker. this is the second time you've forgotten your goal. you put your coffee to the side and launch into another story that you'd thankfully lined up in case he wanted to keep the conversation going. kazuha listens attentively; his eyes are on you the entire time and his usual smile grows wider each time you giggle when you remember something funny.
he's very easy to talk to, you think. you wouldn't mind doing this over and over. this is a win-win situation for you and lumine; she'll get a boyfriend, and you'll have a new friend.
(you won't realize it just yet, but the skip in your pulse each time kazuha laughs is far from platonic.)
ii.
it's nice to have a new addition to the group — really, it is — but does he really need to be invited everywhere?
lately, whenever you, aether, and lumine go out as a trio, kazuha ends up receiving an invite as well. sometimes he gets the invite from you, but every other time, it seems to be coming from lumine. it's a little irritating, honestly. not because kazuha is annoying, no — he's the furthest thing from it. if anything, he's the most soothing person you've ever known (amongst other things). no, what's annoying is that lumine seems to be taking charge of this whole matchmaking thing herself, which leaves you without an objective. because really, if she's gonna make sure he's around all the time, then what did she have you get involved for?
take now, for example. the four of you are in an arcade celebrating the end of midterm season, and when you entered, you decided that you'd be split into pairs — you with aether, and lumine with kazuha. you and aether complained when lumine suggested bringing kazuha along on the grounds that the two of you would be third wheeling. so she suggested splitting into groups.
for some reason, the initial pairing put you with kazuha. not like you're one to complain — you love the time you spend with him. but seeing as how you spend a couple hours every day chatting him up in that café, you think you can do without him for a few hours today. you said as much when the first pairs were decided on.
"aw, you'll hurt his feelings!" aether said with a chuckle. "don't you wanna be around your new friend for a while?"
before you spoke, you stole a peek at kazuha who looked... a little hurt. you thought you were imagining it since he was smiling along with the joke, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. regret started to claw at your throat and you tried to take it back, but kazuha spoke before you could.
"i'm more than happy to spend time with lumine," he said. "we don't spend much time together as it is."
your fingers slow to a stop on the game you're playing. do kazuha and lumine really not spend time together? that was the whole reason you spent time with him — to get him more motivated to speak to her in the first place. was he still too shy to speak to her? no, you think as you pick up the game. he wouldn't have jumped at the opportunity to be with her tonight if he was really shy. besides, shy just isn't kazuha's character; he has moments where he's a little hesitant, but he's certainly not the shy type.
then why weren't they together more often? you feel confused for a moment, but then it hits you — you've been taking up kazuha's time, not her.
there's no reason why you should be in that café for so long with kazuha. your mission was simple: get him interested in lumine, get them to hang out, and then watch the rest unfold. but instead, you've been hogging all his time, talking about topics that had nothing to do with this whole matchmaking situation to begin with.
you swear lowly when your character dies on screen. if anyone is to blame for the lack of progress being made, it's kazuha. he's the one who's always asking off-topic questions when you meet up. specifically, he would coax you into talking about yourself somehow. how he does that, you're not sure, but you hate it. he's making this difficult!
oh, your mind just can't stop running. kazuha's making everything so complicated! why did he look so dejected when he said you wanted to hang with someone else? why does he want to know so much about you? why does he smile so brightly when he sees you in passing? why isn't he sticking to lumine's side? is he even going to make a move? is that why he jumped at the chance to do so today? why didn't he do so earlier, and why in the fuck does your chest hurt right now?!
"if you hold the controls any harder, i think they're gonna break."
aether's voice suddenly appears to your left, startling you. you let go of the controls in your shock and soon after, a fluorescent red 'game over' appears on the screen. you glare at him and punch his arm. "you asshole, you made me lose the game." you hiss.
aether's lips curve into a cheeky smile. "actually, you were already losing. you kinda suck at this game."
"i don't, i just..." you sigh and look at the screen. "i was just thinking about something else."
"now are you making an excuse, or were you really distracted this whole time?" aether asks. when you struggle to come up with a response, he rests a hand on your shoulder. you don't look at him, though. you're too busy trying to figure out why your throat feels like it's closing. aether calls your name once, then twice. you still don't answer. just when you think he's given up, he drapes an arm over your shoulder and pulls you to him. "how about we go get something to drink?" he finally suggests. "it's been a while."
you look at him and for a split second notice how blurry he is. you blink a few times and it goes away. weird. you still can't really form words, so you nod and allow aether to whisk you away from your game.
once you're seated with your drink, you let your mind go off the rails. why does the thought of kazuha asking lumine out bother you so much? that's literally why you became friends with him in the first place, no? you're supposed to be relieved — once they start dating, you can wash your hands of this whole ordeal and be on your merry way. at least, that's the plan... right?
"we came out here to stop thinking," aether speaks up. "but you look like you're still studying. what're you thinking so hard about?"
you open your mouth to explain yourself but quickly shut it. you can't just tell lumine's brother that you're having second thoughts about getting her a boyfriend! best friends or not, his first priority is his sister's happiness; if you back out, you'll definitely have to face aether's wrath later. yet still, you want nothing more than to unload these confusing emotions onto aether's shoulders — you need to explain yourself or else you feel like you're going to pop.
you feel crazy. are you crazy? you think you're going crazy. and dammit, why does your throat still feel so tight?
after a few seconds pass, you decide to bite the bullet. you hate to toss aether in the middle like this, but who else are you going to tell this to? kazuha? yeah, fuck that. "it's... about kazuha." you rasp. you take a sip of your drink.
for some reason, aether sits up a bit straighter. you don't recognize the look he's giving you. maybe intrigued is the right word? "yeah?" he leans his chin in his hand. "what about him?"
"i think... i think i fucked up somewhere." you feel a little lighter now that you've gotten that out. that's the heart of the problem... you think.
"how? he's spending time with lumine, isn't he?"
"yeah, now he is. didn't you hear him earlier? he said that they didn't spend much time together."
"aaaand..?"
"what do you mean and? they're supposed to be together all the time!" you scoff. "i tell him about her like, every day, and yet they're still so stiff around each other whenever we all meet up!" a thought occurs to you, then. the four of you hung out all the time, but each time, you were in a group. "wait, do they never actually hang out outside of our outings?"
aether's frowning a little at you. surely he understands what you're talking about, right? "you think that that's weird?" he asks.
you throw your hands up in frustration. "yes, that's weird! god, why am i even doing this if he's just gonna hang out with me instead of--" you shut your mouth.
intrusive thoughts are funny little things. soft as they may be, they leave ripples in your mind. and those ripples grow bigger and bigger as they spread, reaching the far corners of your brain until they become all you can think about. yours are pretty out there: what if i tripped and fell right now? or what if i'm reading the stop signal wrong and i walk into traffic by accident? they make you reconsider your every move, make you see reality in a different light. these particular thoughts, however, send you spiraling.
what if kazuha likes me? becomes: what if i like kazuha? which eventually turns into: i do like kazuha.
"oh." you mumble. "shit."
"i feel like you just had a revelation without me, and i'm feeling very out of the loop right now." aether gestures between the two of you. "are we on the same page right now?"
"god, i hope not." you groan and push your face into your hands. this is the fucking worst. it's supposed to be the worst, anyway — for some reason, you feel the urge to smile. feelings are strange like that, huh? you realize that you have a big crush on the guy you're supposed to be setting your best friend up with and yet you want to smile — you want to take a breath of fresh air, like this is a good thing. "aether, i'm a horrible fucking person." you laugh derisively. "the fucking worst."
aether, who'd been sitting across from you this whole time, moves to sit next to you. when you finally look at him, you see that he's frowning, his face marred by confusion and worry. "as much as we like to joke about it, i can't read your mind. you need to tell me what's up."
"...promise you won't hate me?"
"why would i ever?" aether looks at you like you slapped him. dork.
you smile, but it doesn't last very long. "i just, uh... realized something."
"would you quit being suspenseful and get to the point?"
fine. you decide to let it all out. "i like kazuha, aether. there. i like him a fucking lot. he's really pretty and he's kind, he spends time with me every day, even when he's busy; he holds my hand sometimes when we talk and i swear, i feel like i can fucking fly whenever he does, and i..." you take a deep breath. "i'm a fucking moron because i'm letting down lumine. she's supposed to be with him, not me. i have to let this go."
aether's silent. you feel your throat tighten up again and immediately recognize the feeling — you want to fucking cry, dammit. you're a terrible fucking friend, and that's exactly what aether's about to say--
"you need to tell her," he says seriously. "and you need to do it now before things get worse."
that's... not the reaction you were expecting. "aren't you mad at me? i-i'm supposed to be helping out your sister but i'm--"
"falling in love." aether finishes for you. you try to deny it, but he's not hearing it. "trust me, it'll get to that point soon enough. you can't wait until then -- you have to say something. please," he implores you, "for your own good."
you want to say that you shouldn't do anything to benefit yourself, not when you've fucked up so majorly, but you hold your tongue. you really don't know what to do now. how are you supposed to look kazuha in the face after this? you were always enjoying yourself when you were around him, but now you understand that you enjoyed yourself far too much. he's supposed to be with lumine and he's--
a sudden call of your name has you snapping your head up. in front of you is none other than kazuha and lumine.
speak of the fucking devil and he will appear.
the two of them are wearing matching smiles and carrying four plushies from the prize counter. they look so... happy. all at once, you cram your raging emotions into a box and shove them into the furthest corner of your mind. that can wait -- what's important now is these two lovebirds and the rest of the evening. you ease away from aether and sit up straighter, plastering a friendly smile on your face. "did you two kids have fun?" you ask.
(beside you, aether's frown deepens.)
"i learned quite a few things while playing with lumine tonight." kazuha is the first to speak. he adjusts the two plushies in his arms and looks over to lumine. "the most important thing being that she's amazing at video games."
lumine sniffs proudly. "he's the one who didn't believe me when i said i would kick his ass at anything we tried. aether and i used to play games like these all the time when we were kids. but," she nudges kazuha's shoulder affectionately, "you put up a good fight. i respect the effort, but better luck next time."
"i'll keep that in mind." kazuha chuckles.
next time, he said. there's going to be a next time. they're going to go on a date. you giggle softly despite yourself. now's not the time. not when they look so happy. you feel aether pinch your arm, but you swat him away subtly. "that's good to hear." you say. "is there something else you guys wanna do tonight?" you hold your breath, hoping they say no.
fortunately (or unfortunately), aether cuts in. "actually, lumine, wait." he doesn't say anything else after that, but judging by lumine's expression, you wonder if they're doing that twin communication thing. you've always wondered what that's like, having another half. aether and lumine are always sharing information over everyone's heads -- sometimes, you wish they'd include you.
lumine nods after a second. they must have finished their psychic conversation. "actually, aether and i have to head back." she shrugs one shoulder. "something came up."
kazuha's brows knit with concern. "is everything alright?"
"yeah, aether has to take a shit or something. i don't know." lumine is suddenly hit in the face with a wadded up napkin while you poorly stifle a laugh. she doesn't retaliate the same way she normally would, but she does shoot aether a glare that could probably melt steel beams. "anyway," she smooths her expression over and looks straight at you. "are you two gonna be okay alone? because this is kind of urgent."
wait. shit. fuck, no, no, no! she can't leave you with kazuha! why is she trying to leave you with kazuha?!
words fail you in this moment; you open and close your mouth a few times as you struggle to find the right words. there's so much going on in your head; you could say yes and have some alone time with kazuha, but lumine is supposed to be the one having alone time with kazuha, not you! if you say no, then kazuha might look like a kicked puppy again, and you don't want to see him looking so sad, dammit! but then again, if you say yes, you could interrogate him and find out why he and lumine haven't hung out often, right? but--
"we should be fine." kazuha speaks before you can, leaving you floored. "i'll see them home when we're finished here."
well, there goes your internal conflict. it's too late to back out now. you put on a brave face and hope that neither lumine nor aether can see through it. "i'll see if i can keep that winning streak for you, lumine." you say.
kazuha chuckles quietly. "is that a challenge i hear?"
god... damn him. "it sure is." you play along and give him a grin.
all your years of friendship must have meant nothing, because lumine doesn't pick up on your silent distress signals. she and aether say quick goodbyes before turning and heading home, leaving you with kazuha. once the twins are gone, you hop to your feet. since there's no one here to save you, you may as well dive in head first. "so," you say with a sigh, "which game do you want to play first?"
rather than suggest a game, kazuha shakes his head. "we don't have to play a game if you don't want to." like always, he tilts his head to the side just a little. he's so endearing. "you don't seem like you want to play anymore. am i correct?"
"i..." you deflate a little. "yeah, you're right. i'm sorry. i don't want to bore you or anything, but i just don't have it in me anymore."
thankfully, kazuha doesn't pry. he pushes one of the plushies in your direction. you'd actually forgotten he was holding it. it's a little penguin with a frog hat on — absolutely adorable. the other penguin that he's holding has a dinosaur hat. were they a matching set?
you don't take the plushy right away, which prompts kazuha to speak. he shifts his stance a little bit and... maybe it's just the trick of the light — it is quite dark in here — but you think you can see his cheeks turning color. "this is for you," he says. in an uncharacteristic moment of shyness, he suddenly backtracks. "only if you want it, of course. i won't push it on you, but... i figured that you might like it."
you blink a few times. you kick yourself and reach out to take the penguin — it's soft to the touch and the perfect size for hugging. you hold the thing gingerly in your arms and stare at it for a moment. did he really get this for you? or did he get this for lumine? maybe she didn't want it and that's why he's giving it to you; yeah, that has to be it. but just to be sure, you look up at kazuha, hoping you're not smiling as widely as you think you are. "you really didn't have to. why're you so nice to me, huh?"
you foolishly asked that as a joke, but this time, you're absolutely sure kazuha's face starts to redden. it's hidden by the lights of the games around you, but even in this dim lighting, you know what you saw. he doesn't look too fazed by it, though. "must there be a reason?" he asks in return.
you know what? no. some things are better left unexplained. you shake your head and hug the penguin close. "thank you, kazuha." you think you're going to explode. "really. i love it."
"i'm glad," kazuha says. and boy, does he look the part. the relief on his face is palpable. for someone with such an even expression, he sure is easy to read when he's nervous. what he's nervous about, you have no idea. but he's also really fucking cute. he shifts on his feet and breaks eye contact after a beat of silence. "why don't we get you home?" he suggests. "it's probably late at night."
ah. well, there goes your excitement. he just wants to get rid of you now, huh? for someone who's not supposed to like him, you sure do have pretty intense mood swings when he's involved. you agree and the two of you head outside and start towards your home.
the walk home is slow and silent, and kazuha's walking close by your side. you'd think of something to say, but it's a very comfortable silence — with you hugging the plushie that he got for you in one arm, you don't see any reason to speak. it's not like this is abnormal, anyway; he's seen you home many times before. you hazard a glance at kazuha after a moment to find scarlet eyes already focused on you. you look away in a hurry, as does he. weird.
even weirder still, you feel kazuha's fingers knock against yours. are you two really walking that close together? you flinch away from his touch like he'd burned you. "i'm sorry." he apologizes right away.
"no, it's okay." you reassure him. to make him believe you, you put your hand back where it was. it's not until you do that you realize that that wasn't the first time your hands have touched. you soon find that that wasn't the last, either; once more, kazuha's fingers knock against yours. you don't move away this time, instead opting to knock back. you swear you can hear him chuckle when you do, but maybe you're just imagining things.
a few more seconds pass and you feel kazuha's fingers intertwining with yours, and for a second, your mind completely stops. tonight was moving so fast — first you realize that you're a goner for kazuha, then he gifts you a plushie, and then he's holding your hand? what is happening right now? and why aren't you pulling away?
you should pull away, you have to, but... you can't bring yourself to. your fingers lock with kazuha's one by one until eventually, you're completely holding his hand. he's so warm, you think. he always is. the walk home remains silent, and you and kazuha exchange playful squeezes every so often.
(to make yourself feel better, you tell yourself that this is just you training him for when he starts dating lumine. maybe that will ease your conscience.)
iii.
so you're in love with kazuha. big fucking surprise there.
you quickly realized that you were doomed from the moment you met. not that it was love at first sight, but he charmed you right away. he was the one who had you hook, line, and sinker from the very start. it doesn't help that he became a permanent addition to your friend group; you're forced to face him and your feelings just about every single day. you're reminded every day of how much of a weakling you are when it comes to him. you hold his hand, you share food with him, you sleep with the plushie he gave you, you borrow his sweaters... you're a fucking mess.
it's agonizing. you were supposed to be helping lumine and kazuha get together, but you grew too greedy and inserted yourself into a position that wasn't meant for you. you try every day to rationalize with yourself and aay that the two of you are just really close friends, but friends don't think about each other the way you think about him. even worse was that you couldn't tell lumine about it — the only person who knew of your feelings was aether, and he gave you shit about it whenever he could.
come clean, he says. stop lying to yourself, he says. to that, you have to laugh. if it were that easy to rid yourself of this situation, you would've done it months ago.
there's only one solution to this problem, and that's to avoid kazuha like the plague.
it makes sense, right? just ignore it until it goes away? because there's no other way for you to get over this. you're starting to dream about kazuha; about kissing him, about holding him in your arms, about being with him. so maybe if you see him less, the thoughts will go away.
it starts with you not going to the café anymore. when kazuha texted you and asked why you hadn't been showing up, you brushed it off with a lie, saying that you found a place with better coffee. he asked what the place was called, but you left him on read. (a very adult move.)
then, you stopped making eye contact whenever you passed by him. it was hard for a few days since you missed seeing his eyes light up whenever he saw you, but you had to be strong. you're better than this, dammit. don't think about how dejected he might look when he realizes that you're avoiding him — don't you do it!
after that, you stopped going out with the twins if kazuha was going. every time they suggest something, your first question is if he is going to be there. if the answer is yes, you make up an excuse to stay home. lumine was really fucking upset with you for bailing because of some petty argument that she thought you two had, but when she pieced it together that you weren't going to budge, she gave up trying. (man, you wish it was just some argument — disputes can be solved. not feelings.)
lastly, you straight up walked away from him if he approached you. you wouldn't just ignore his presence, of course — you're an asshole, not a monster — but if he tried to make conversation, you would cut it short and hightail it out of there.
"it's been a few weeks since we've talked." kazuha sounded so pleased when he managed to stop you one day. you didn't know why you let him catch up to you, but once he got to you, you couldn't just up and leave. so you decided to hear him out. "have you been well?"
no, you wanted to say. not in the fucking slightest. but you're grown — fake it 'till you make it, baby. you nodded and gave him your best smile. "yeah. better than usual, actually."
you watched kazuha's face fall ever so slightly. he was quick to fix his mistake; his usual smile returned to his face in an instant. if you were anyone else, you wouldn't have noticed. but you noticed. you'll always notice. "i see." he said. "that's good to hear."
because you didn't want to be subject to his quickly declining mood, you excused yourself. "i gotta run, but i'll see you some other time, okay?" you said. (like a liar.)
anyone could have seen the glimmer of hope that appeared in kazuha's eyes. "of course. be safe, please." he gave you a little wave as you took off.
after about three weeks of not seeing kazuha, you think yourself to be cured. huzzah, it worked! sure, you're still daydreaming about him, but it's not as vivid if you can't see him every day! he hasn't texted you or approached you outside in a couple days which, admittedly, stung like hell, but it's for the better. kazuha can focus on lumine without you in the way, and you can move on with your life.
you spend most of your time in the library these days. lumine's been super pissed at you lately — probably because of the whole kazuha thing, but you're not sure why she wants you to spend time with him so badly. to avoid potential conflict, you hole yourself up in here. being surrounded by books (reminds you of kazuha) makes you feel at peace; it's so quiet in here, which makes it easy to focus on work (which in turn helps you stop thinking about kazuha).
the library is empty today, save for a few people seated at the tables on the other side of the building. you're standing in front of a bookshelf skimming through a book when you suddenly hear a soft whisper of your name. thinking it's aether, you prepare a shitty excuse for why you're not home, but when you see who it is, your blood goes cold.
it's kazuha. you haven't seen him in three whole weeks.
you swallow back your apprehension as best you can. "hey, what's up?" you try to remain as casual as possible. "do you need one of the books behind me?"
kazuha's brows draw in a little. "are you asking that so you can make your escape?" his comment is a little pointed — so pointed, in fact, that you visibly wince and give yourself away. he sighs when you do. "i was hoping that i wouldn't be correct. have i done something wrong?"
that's just like him — straight to the point. you flounder for an answer. "of course not." you shake your head.
"then is it alright if i ask why you've been avoiding me?"
"what? why would i do that?" your eyes slowly drift to the side. you're not too fond of all the attention you're getting right now.
"you can never make eye contact when you're hiding something." kazuha walks closer to you, but you keep your eyes on something else. "you won't even look at me. i must have done something to cause this."
no, no, no, he's blaming himself! stop him! you force yourself to make eye contact with him, but wither under his stare. you look away again and your face starts to grow hot. "you didn't do anything, kazuha," you say honestly. "i promise. "i've just been busy, that's all."
kazuha doesn't back down. "i've heard from lumine that you've been spending time here instead of at your home. she's worried about you. she-- i'm worried about you."
"don't do that," you blurt. you're starting to breathe a little faster, you notice. "stop worrying about me. you shouldn't." kazuha starts to retort, but you cut him off with a shake of your head. you turn around and put the book back in it's place. "look, i need to go. please move."
you never wanted to be so forceful with him — so cold. but what else can you do when cornered like this? he's desperate and you can tell, but so are you. you don't want to confront your feelings anymore. you just can't. you're tired of feeling like a shitty person for being in love. this is the only way you can make it stop.
kazuha doesn't make it easy for you, though. when you try to move away, he steps closer, invading your space. "if there's something wrong, you would tell me, right?" his voice is so soft, so mellow. it's like a hug, which you could really use right about now. normally, you'd get that from kazuha, but well... you don't answer him, nor do you look at him. kazuha then takes your chin in his fingers and gently makes you face him. "would you please look at me?"
your eyes land on him and it's like the world's faded away. there's so much rolling off of him at once; unease, comfort, and suspicion all hit you at the same time, and it overwhelms you. you don't like how tender this moment feels. he's so close — too close. you can smell maple and cedar, and not because you're wearing his sweater (which you didn't realize until just now). autumnal eyes threaten to take you under and you feel your eyes start to sting. "kazuha, let go." your voice wavers and your heart throbs. "please."
you wish you could read his mind. his eyes search your face, though you're not sure what for. the seconds of silence that tick by are excruciating, but when they finally come to an end, kazuha lets you go. his hand falls to his side and he steps away with a bitter smile. "i'm sorry. i fear i may have made the problem worse."
that's putting it lightly. you step around him wordlessly, but before you can get too far, kazuha catches your hand in his, stopping you. you don't turn around. you can't.
"i miss you." kazuha speaks at a whisper, a volume so low that you shouldn't have been able to hear it. but you heard it. whenever he speaks, you listen with your entire being.
he lets you go after a few more seconds and you take the opportunity to grab what stuff you have and make a beeline for the exit. you fumble for the doorknob on the way out; your vision is too blurred by tears for you to make it out properly. you manage, and you set off towards home, where you're going to ignore lumine yet again and mope in your room.
(and as you cry to yourself that evening, you can only think of the way you saw kazuha's eyes fall to your lips as he held you in place. you think of how badly you wanted to confess everything to him and clear the air for good, but you also remember what you were tasked with. this is for the better, you tell yourself. this is for the better.)
iv.
kazuha should have never agreed to this.
honestly, what was he thinking? why did he allow lumine to play matchmaker? he has two legs and a functioning mouth; he could have walked up to you and started a conversation himself, no problem. things would have been so much easier if he had just swallowed his pride and spoken to you like a normal adult. but no, he just had to go along with this idea.
in retrospect, it seemed like a good idea. but perhaps he's been reading too many novels. meeting through a mutual friend is a lovely concept, but it would appear that it only works in fictional worlds. he'd hoped to just spend time with you through lumine, but somehow, you got the wrong idea and started trying to push him onto her, which made no sense. and not only did it not make sense, but it completely backfired — you're absolutely miserable now and so is he.
kazuha's not an idiot. he knows that you have feelings for him. and the only reason he knows is because you seemingly reciprocated when he approached you romantically. he thought he was being obvious — giving you a plushie, holding your hand, lending you his sweaters, resting his head on your shoulder during movie nights... you accepted it all. he wasn't being subtle at all, right?
so then how? how on earth did things end up like this? he asks lumine as much when they meet up a few mornings later.
"they've been ignoring me too," lumine grumbles, "you aren't special."
right, because that helps. kazuha buries his hand in his hair. "every time i try to talk to them, they manage to slip through my fingers."
lumine frowns at him. "are they actually slipping away, or are you letting them get away?" he must take too long to answer, because she tuts at him. "if this is because you don't want to overwhelm them, then you're being stupid. they're overwhelming themself with this whole... thing, okay?"
but he's too much for you, he wants to say. every time he comes around you, you look about ready to explode. you look so torn, and he hates it. he just wants you to smile at him again. "at the very least, i want to repair our friendship." he sighs. it hurts to even think about keeping you at a distance, but if that's what it takes for you to come back, then... "they cried on their way out of the library the other day."
lumine's expression falls. he's never seen her look so saddened before. "yeah, i heard."
"you heard?"
"our walls may be thick, but our doors aren't." she grimaces. "the sniffing told me all i needed to know."
there's a tense silence. neither of them know what to say because in the end, this is their fault. this whole misunderstanding and your pain? that's on them. if they want to solve this--
"you have to confess." lumine voices kazuha's thoughts out loud. "that's literally the only way this is gonna stop."
while kazuha acknowledges that she's correct, there's two ways that this could go. you would either: a) accept his confession, start dating him, get married someday, and live happily ever after, or b) turn him down and hate him for causing this whole misunderstanding, leaving the two of you to be miserable forever. either way, life as he knows it now is going to end — how it ends is purely up to you.
kazuha agrees to do so and asks lumine for your whereabouts. despite not being on talking terms for a while, she still knows where you are. (it's how we care for each other, she explains.) as he walks, he lets his head fill with thoughts of you.
unsurprisingly, you're all he's been thinking about. you're all he ever thinks about, really. he thinks about the way you tried to hide your joy when he gave you that plushie in the arcade that day; the way you flustered every time he "jokingly" kissed your hand; the way you seemed to melt into his clothes whenever you wore them; the way you seemed to read his mind whenever you couldn't help but stare at him, the way you would smile when he felt warm at having been caught staring back.
he huffs a laugh to himself. it's hilarious how after all that, you still thought that he liked lumine instead of you. honestly; you two have nearly kissed several times, and yet you think he liked someone else? your mind will never cease to amaze him, beautiful and strange as it is.
kazuha comes to a halt under a canopy of trees with bright red leaves. the change in seasons has turned the campus into a beautiful landscape; all of the usual resting spots were less inhabited by others, which made them the perfect escape for people like him. you're seated on a bench underneath those trees with your nose buried in a book and, if he squints, he thinks you're wearing his scarf. you're exactly where lumine said you would be. perfect.
deciding not to wait until his nerves get the best of him, kazuha approaches you and sits a little ways away from you on the bench. right away, he notices the way you go completely still, your shoulders visibly stiffening. he sighs internally. how should he speak in order to not scare you away? it's a miracle you haven't just up and walked off, actually.
"...why are you here, kazuha?" you ask flatly. you sound like you're holding something back. "what do you want?"
"you're not going to leave?" he asks in return.
you shake your head. "i don't see the point in running from you anymore."
so you finally admit that you were running. it'd be humorous if it didn't sting so bad. "you're going to listen to what i have to say?" he asks again for good measure. when you nod again, kazuha takes a steadying breath. he just needs to get it out there. he needs to let you know. it shouldn't be hard — it's not hard. he may as well have told you already with the way he treats you. just say it.
and say it he does. "i'm in love with you."
immediately, you rise to your feet. kazuha balls one hand into a fist as he fights the urge to pull you back down. if you want to leave, then so be it. he told you, and that's all he can do; whether or not you believe him is purely up to you. you stay standing for a while, and he can see you clenching and unclenching your fists over and over, but eventually, you sit back down. you rest your book to the side and put a hand over your eyes.
"are you alright?" kazuha dares to ask.
you laugh humorlessly. "of course not. you're not supposed to like me, kazuha. please don't do this." you start to bounce your leg rapidly. "take it back, or... or something. just don't get my hopes up."
he scoots closer to you cautiously. when you don't back away, he keeps moving until your shoulders are touching. he calls your name softly and you shake your head sharply. "stop saying my name like that. would you stop being so... so nice to me? i'm gonna get the wrong idea."
"you're not getting the wrong idea," kazuha keeps his voice low. "i'm telling you the truth. and the truth is that i'm in love with you." he rests his hand over your free hand on the bench. "is that wrong of me?"
"yes! i mean-- no? ugh, fuck you." you sniff and swipe your hand over your face. kazuha tries to get a good look at you, but you turn your head away, keeping him from doing so.
"i'm in the wrong." you finally say after a while. "i was supposed to-- you and lumine were supposed to be a thing, not-- not us. but i... fuck," you pause for a second to sniff. "i fell in love with you anyways, and i just feel like a terrible person, okay? i ignored you because i wanted to just... stop feeling like shit, i guess. i wanted to forget about you and this stupid deal that i made with lumine and--"
kazuha taps the underside of your chin twice. you take a moment to collect yourself and slowly turn to look at him. "what do you want?" you ask. it's spoken harshly, but there's no bite to your words.
"did you forget?" he asks.
"wh-- no. god, no. i could never." you give him a wry smile. "unfortunately, you're all i think about, so no. you didn't let me forget. thanks for that, by the way."
one more time, kazuha thinks. just one more. "i love you." he says.
your lashes flutter and your face warms. "i love you too, kazuha. but-- mmh--"
that's all kazuha needed to hear. he leans in and kisses you, silencing your thoughts. he hears you sigh into the kiss and you start to kiss back, but he pulls away slightly before you can. "can you say it again?" he murmurs against your lips. "one more time."
your breathing is shaky, but you speak anyways. "i love you."
kazuha kisses you again. "once more, petal. please."
"you're so greedy," you chuckle shakily. "i lov-- mmf--" kazuha kisses you again but you pull back with a laugh. "at least let me finish my sentence--"
"no." kazuha drinks in your laugh when he kisses you this time, his skin singing at the contact. he's wanted to this for so long -- wanted to kiss you silly and hear you laugh. you're all he's wanted this whole time, and he's not going to pass up this opportunity to let you know. each time you try to speak, kazuha kisses you to shut you up. and each time, it makes you smile wider. you kiss until you can't anymore — you're both smiling much too wide.
"do you still think you're not supposed to be with me?" he asks cheekily.
your face doesn't fall at his question. that spark that your eyes held a few weeks prior is back and brighter than before. you look renewed — you're glowing. while basking in your glow, kazuha wonders if he is, too. you lean in and kiss him quick, resting your forehead on his when you pull away. "don't ask stupid questions." you chuckle. "i said i loved you, didn't i?"
kazuha hums. "and i said the same. so what now?"
"i dunno." you sigh and lean away. "we tell lumine, i guess?"
he squeezes your hand. "about us?"
you nod. "about us."
(when you get home and tell her later, she yells: "fucking finally!" and pulls you in for a hug.)
you weren’t supposed to be awake. but the rustling of bedsheets and slight grunts disturbed you. you were awake, but your eyes were closed shut so you wouldn’t look like you were spying on him.
well, you can’t really spy on your own fiancé, can you? kamisato ayato is probably pulling his coat on now, tidying himself to go to some sort of meeting or to solve something that came up at the office. your eyes flutter as you hear shuffling on the other side of the room, not needing time go adjust since the room is dark. and you were right. there he was tying his coat together and looking for his comb. you let out a sigh as you watch him from your place on the bed, slowly getting up to sit. he combs his hair without even looking at the mirror. each movement is routine, at this point.
he turns, walking towards the dresser on the left. his eyes aren’t on you at the moment. no, he’s fixated on getting ready for his day. although you had all of his attention last night, duty sadly calls him at the break of dawn. you watch him place the comb in the drawer, before turning again. and this time, his eyes do land on you—you, who is amusedly watching him from the bed.
“oh. good morning, love,” he speaks, smiling widely, “i didn’t know you were up.”
you give him a grin as you pull the duvet off of you. and as you walk toward him, he leans against the wall and watches you with a knowing smile. your hands reach up to his hair, fixing that one strand that’s always out of place. then, you smile brightly before getting on your tippy toes and pressing a peck to his cheek, “have a good day, okay?”
“well, i don’t know about good,” he hums, smoothening out your messy bedhead. you watch him fondly as he continues, “i won’t see you all day. how can my day be good if i don’t get to see you even once?”
you chuckle, “you’re seeing me now, aren’t you? and look, the sun is out. technically, the day has begun, my love. and technically-”
“technically, i’ve seen you already. that’s what you were going to say, is it not?” he cuts you off, and you give him a toothy grin whilst nodding. he lets out a long sigh, looking out of the curtains as he lets out a small groan, “i don’t know how long i’ll be tonight. there’s a few long meetings at the tenryou commission headquarters, and also an internal problem i have to fix.”
“that’s alright,” you softly whisper as his hands circle your waist, “i’ll wait.”
“darling,” he laughs, “i might come home after midnight.”
“so?” you question, eyes wide and innocently teasing as you look up at him, “even if i do fall asleep waiting for you, we have the rest of our lives together. it’s not like i’m gonna disappear out of thin air. you’ll come home and see me sleeping and you’ll carry me to bed like you did last time. and then i’ll hug you tight.”
“is that so?”
you hum, “i’ll hug you so tight that you won’t be able to leave tomorrow.”
“i think i’m liking where this is going,” he pecks your forehead, “and honestly, it wouldn’t be that bad to spend a whole day lazing in bed with you.”
“well, sadly,” you pause, mocking him as you let go of his taller frame, “you have way too many important meetings you cannot afford to miss. and i, on the other hand, am planning to go somewhere with ayaka today.”
“you wound me, sweetheart,” he feigns heartache by placing a hand on his chest as you step backwards—away from him, but with a fleeting smirk on your lips. a giggle escapes you, “well, come home on time, then.”
“you know i try my best,” he says. you roll your eyes tauntingly, walking towards the bed to fold your sheets. a few seconds later, you feel ayato’s arms around your torso—holding you from behind as you set the bed. you smile warmly as you feel his chin on your nape, his lips soon finding their way on your shoulder, “i love you.”
“i know.”
“you could say something more comforting, you know,” he mocks, “something like, ‘i love you too, ayato’. and you could also give me a goodbye kiss. but you’re a petty person filled with unnecessary pride- mmph.”
your lips connect with his passionately, hands resting at the back of his neck as you pull him close. he moans softly, pulling your waist to his as he deepens the kiss. you smile as you break away, “now, who were you calling ’petty’?”
“no one,” he grins softly. his eyes stare longingly into yours for a moment before he averts his gaze to the window, “ah, i think i have to leave, now. i’m sorry, my love.”
“okay,” you murmur, pressing a soft kiss against his jaw, “have a good day.”
“i will,” he hums before walking towards the double doors that lead to the foyer. you follow him, and just as he stepped outside, your voice rings.
“ayato?”
he looks back, eyes softening. your voice is small, but he hears you anyway because of how silent it is, “i love you.”
his lips break out into the biggest grin you had ever seen. and he only says one thing before leaving.
HIII sooo i was thinking maybe albedo + thighs, it can can be suggestive or sweet!<33
helloooo! This is my take on pillowtalk with Albedo, so this could be taken as suggestive, but there's no mention or discussion of sexual content! Also, Albedo lore spoilers you've been warned. I hope you enjoy!
send me a body part + a genshin character and i'll write a kiss scene for you! (Closed)
"Albedo, do you believe in past lives?" You breathed, tracing his porcelain collarbones dreamily, feeling the slope in his skin, the swell of his chest as he breathed. The arm wound around the dip in your spine tightened for a moment, and his lashes fluttered as he regarded you, curiosity obviously piqued even through the haze of satisfaction.
"I have not encountered any evidence of such a phenomenon," He started, logical as always, and yet his words were thick with lethargy, "I wouldn't discredit a theory without further research." You grinned sweetly, your hand lifting to card through his messy hair, the strands fine and gold between your fingers. His tourmaline eyes, glowing and vibrant, fell shut at the sensation, and he hummed pleasantly at your ministrations.
"I heard that if you have any moles, they're where your lover kissed you in a previous life." You gushed, and he peeked back at you, expression inscrutable.
"Alechmically, that would not make much sense." He breathed, watching as you shifted against his body, your wandering eyes searching his torso, his legs for any beauty spots, brightening at a cute point on his thigh. Your fingers left his hair (unfortunately for him), circling the dark spot lightly. His body shuddered pleasantly at the touch, and you stooped over to press your lips to it.
Your wonderment was short lives, however, as Albedo's unfailing logic interrupted.
"I'm sorry to remind you, but it is impossible for me to have a past life," He began, but you hushed him, your lips buzzing against his skin.
"Not everything has to be about alchemy, my love. If you have no past life, then I will leave enough kisses to make up for it in your next one." You breath came out in warm plumes, but he pulled you away before you could worship any more of his skin, brushing his hand across your face, an adoring twinkle crossing his eyes like a shooting star.
"While I can't understand how such a practice could even come to be, if it is for romantic purposes, please, allow me to do the same for you."
info/warnings: kazuha x gn!reader, heizou x gn!reader, angst and blood in kazuha’s, literally no warnings in heizou’s lmao, 400 word drabbles, they are literally so obsessed with you
notes: i’m literally getting so much motivation out of nowhere. this will be queued for when i’m work, so i hope you enjoy.
Heizou loves you.
It’s an interesting conclusion to come to, and while the stories always insisted it would be an otherworldly, indescribable feeling beyond his control, he simply couldn’t see it that way. Just like with most things, he deduced it logically. He knows he loves you because you make him laugh. He finds his fingers twitching to brush your hair back into place, to pinch your chin and shake your head teasingly anytime you say something silly.
You’re pretty. You make him laugh. You wear your heart on your sleeve, and he loves that about you.
You’re leaning over his desk now, palms flat on the table, nose scrunched and cheeks puffed with half-hearted anger, and the way your eyes glow behind your lashes is adorable. He loves you, he thinks, and he can’t resist smiling up at you.
“Man alive, how do I tolerate someone so impatient,” He goads, but his lips twitch, and he’s most certainly teasing you. “I told you already if I don’t finish this up, Madame Kujou will wring my neck.”
“Heizou, you promised. I’ve been waiting all day.” You pout, bottom lip jutted out, disappointment littering your expression. His chest tightens just for a moment.
“Aw, don’t look at me like that, you know I feel bad. They gave me this case last second, it can’t be helped.” He reasons, but to be honest, it probably could be. If he up and left right now, he’d get nothing worse than a scolding, but watching you practically beg for his attention is doing wonders for his ego (and his heart, but he’d never tell).
Your fingers curl against the dark wood, and you lock your eyes with his, wide and pleading, and it’s like a switch flipping in his mind. Archons, he loves you. You’re adorable and fascinating, and you know how to push his buttons so well it drives him—
Maybe that’s why he sighs lowly, rising from his chair and hanging his head for a moment in defeat. “Fine. We’ll go now, but when I get in trouble, you’re dealing with the consequences.” The way you brighten up nearly makes him roll his eyes. There’s no way he’d make you deal with the consequences of his choice. Any punishment was worth it for a moment with you.
He loves you
Kazuha loves you.
He loves you enough to carry your limp body across rolling hills, to cradle you close to his chest and run. He loves you so much, his legs burn, his eyes burn, his heart— it feels like it’s going to fall out of his chest any moment, and he’s trying his best to ignore it.
His senses are wired, and he can hear your lips part and close, searching for moisture. You’re shaking like a leaf, and there’s dampness against your stomach that wets his clothing. It makes him flinch, but he loves you, and he’ll endure anything for you.
“Hold on,” He breathes, and he wishes he could ease the pain, he wishes he could do more, be more for you.
Progress means little when you’re reliving past trauma, and all he can see as the grass squishes beneath his feet is Beidou’s ship on the horizon (it’s a hallucination, he realizes, the only things in the distance are the outskirts of Inazuma City). He can almost feel his hand burning (it’s just an old scar, but archons does this remind him), but he grits his teeth and bears it, pushing anemo under his feet to propel him further.
“I love you,” He hears you whisper, cracked and fragile, and he squeezes you closer to his chest. He knows, archons, he knows, he wonders if it even compares to how he feels about you.
“I know,” He responds, but he can’t find it in him to say it back just yet, not when your pulse is fluttering. You know it, though. You know that he’s always been weak for you. It’s obvious in the way his chest squeezes when you struggle to lean up, pressing a wet kiss to his jaw.
“You’re going to be okay.” You choke, and the tears fall in rivulets down his cheeks.
“Don’t leave me,” He pleas, and the words are too familiar. “We’re almost there.”
His feet hit cobblestone, and he heaves, his fingers digging into your skin. Your lashes are dancing against your cheekbones, and as he glances down to make sure you’re still there, he can’t help but find you beautiful. He loves you so dearly, so fiercely it makes his body ache.
“You’re going to be okay,” You repeat, slurring over your words just as Kazuha reaches the doorframe of the medic’s building, and his resolve hardens.
first off, username change ! it's time to retire the old username and welcome @/divinolenta ! it'll take me some time to update my masterlist links but i'll do my best, so please be patient :D
there has also been an alias change ! please refer to me as ri from now on. i would greatly appreciate it if this was reblogged <3
first off, username change ! it's time to retire the old username and welcome @/divinolenta ! it'll take me some time to update my masterlist links but i'll do my best, so please be patient :D
there has also been an alias change ! please refer to me as ri from now on. i would greatly appreciate it if this was reblogged <3
first off, username change ! it's time to retire the old username and welcome @/divinolenta ! it'll take me some time to update my masterlist links but i'll do my best, so please be patient :D
there has also been an alias change ! please refer to me as ri from now on. i would greatly appreciate it if this was reblogged <3
first off, username change ! it's time to retire the old username and welcome @/divinolenta ! it'll take me some time to update my masterlist links but i'll do my best, so please be patient :D
there has also been an alias change ! please refer to me as ri from now on. i would greatly appreciate it if this was reblogged <3
first off, username change ! it's time to retire the old username and welcome @/divinolenta ! it'll take me some time to update my masterlist links but i'll do my best, so please be patient :D
there has also been an alias change ! please refer to me as ri from now on. i would greatly appreciate it if this was reblogged <3
um ummm I hope this doesn't come off as offensive at all but about your username, I just thought that maybe you'd want to hear out this perspective a convo from another writer who used to also be called hiraeth but they switched after a welsh person pointed something out. I'm nopt really educated about the issue but just thought i should send this!
hi anon ! first off, don't worry about coming off as offensive in any way, and thank you so much for pointing this out. i appreciate the fact that you have decided to send this to me, and after going through the interaction as well as watching the tiktok, i am very glad that you have sent this. i was ignorant of the generational pain behind this word, and i was not aware of this connection to the welsh so i am grateful for this chance to educate myself.
in short, after the research i have done on it, i will change my username and alias, it just doesn't feel right to continue using a word that has been widely misinterpreted and misused :)
for anyone interested, here is the link to the tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@far.land.of.spareoom/video/7074973953592282374?_t=8SbmlxlOsNn&_r=1
Okay, so you guys know that 'exit' the group was aiming for when they left the chasm bedrock?
When Zhongli reached out to save Xiao, that spot flared in the shape of geo and then moved.
Zhongli's power didn't just come through the light, the light itself moved as Zhongli reached out to save Xiao. Meaning the spot of light had not been an exit all along. It had always been Zhongli's power, reaching through the darkness for his last yaksha as the group clawed their way towards the surface.
