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atsumu miya has a crush on you and spends weeks being jealous over suna. the only issue is that suna is your cousin.
most people notice you during your first week.
inarizaki isn’t the kind of school where a new student quietly blends into the background, and it certainly isn’t the kind of place where someone can start showing up to volleyball practices without at least a few curious looks from the team.
it starts small.
you linger near the gym after school one afternoon, leaning against the bleachers while practice runs on below you, the sound of sneakers squeaking against the court and volleyballs smacking against the floor echoing through the high ceiling of the gym.
from your perspective, it’s nothing special.
just somewhere to spend time while waiting for practice to end.
from atsumu’s perspective, however, you are a brand new and extremely distracting problem.
he notices you the second time you show up.
at first he assumes you’re just another student passing through, someone who will disappear after a day or two like most people do once they realize volleyball practice isn’t exactly thrilling to watch for hours at a time.
but then you show up again.
and again.
and eventually it becomes clear that you’re not just wandering in randomly— you’re staying, watching, sometimes chatting with the coach when he happens to wander over to the bleachers during breaks.
you’re surprisingly easy to talk to.
atsumu learns that within the first week, mostly because you have absolutely no problem calling him out when he says something dumb, which happens more often than he’d like to admit.
the conversations start casually enough.
someone introduces you after practice one day, tossing your name into the conversation while everyone’s grabbing their bags and arguing about who completely ruined the last drill.
you laugh at something he says.
not the polite kind of laugh people usually give him, either— the kind that sounds a little too genuine to be fake.
it catches him off guard enough that he ends up talking to you again the next day, and then again after that, until the whole thing becomes oddly normal.
atsumu finds himself looking for you without meaning to.
just quick glances toward the bleachers while drills reset, brief moments where he checks to see if you showed up yet before practice actually starts.
he doesn’t think too hard about why.
he just assumes you’re easy company, someone interesting enough to talk to when things get boring.
which is why the first time he notices you sitting beside suna, something about it bothers him in a way he can’t quite explain.
it happens on a completely normal afternoon, the kind where practice has dragged on longer than expected and half the team is already exhausted.
during a break between drills, atsumu glances toward the bleachers the same way he usually does, expecting to see you leaning against the railing or scrolling through your phone.
instead he finds you sitting a little lower down than usual, suna leaning casually against the seat beside you while the two of you talk.
you hold your phone up for him to see something.
he snorts at whatever it is.
you grin in response, nudging his arm like you’ve known each other for years.
atsumu turns back toward the court before anyone notices him staring.
he tells himself it doesn’t mean anything.
after all, there’s no reason for it to.
you’ve been hanging around the team for weeks now, and suna talks to practically everyone with the same bored expression he always wears.
the logical conclusion should be that you’re just friends.
unfortunately, atsumu’s brain does not land on the logical conclusion.
instead it lands on a much more irritating one.
because in his very humble opinion, you are far too pretty to be related to that ugly creature.
which means the only explanation that makes sense— at least from where he’s standing— is that you probably like him.
suna.
the thought sits in the back of his mind for the rest of practice, quietly annoying him every time he glances toward the bleachers and sees the two of you still talking.
none of it should matter.
and yet it somehow does.
from that point on, the whole situation becomes increasingly irritating for reasons atsumu refuses to examine too closely.
he notices every time you sit beside suna during lunch.
he notices every time you laugh at something he says.
he notices the casual way the two of you interact, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
and because atsumu miya is not particularly skilled at handling feelings he doesn’t understand, the irritation starts slipping into his behavior in ways that are… difficult to miss.
the first time it happens, practice is winding down for the day and half the team is scattered around the court collecting stray balls.
you’re sitting on the lower bleachers again, suna standing beside you with one foot resting on the seat while you show him a funny video on your phone.
he makes a quiet noise that sounds suspiciously like a laugh.
you grin up at him.
atsumu walks past just in time to see the two of you leaning close together.
he slows down slightly, looking between you with an expression that suggests he’s already decided he doesn’t like whatever is happening.
then he says, loud enough for most of the gym to hear,
“wow. didn’t realize this was a date.”
the reaction is immediate.
you blink at him like you’re not entirely sure what you just heard, while suna sighs in the long-suffering way of someone who already knows exactly where this is going.
he drags a hand down his face before muttering something that sounds suspiciously like a threat.
you, on the other hand, are still staring at atsumu with open confusion, trying to figure out why someone who had been perfectly normal to talk to for the past few weeks suddenly sounds like he’s picking a fight.
from atsumu’s perspective, however, the situation is perfectly justified.
after all, if you’re going to flirt with suna right in front of him, the least you could do is be subtle about it.
the fact that absolutely no one else seems to agree with this logic does very little to stop him from continuing down this path.
and unfortunately for everyone involved, this is only the beginning of a misunderstanding that is about to get much, much worse.
osamu learns this the hard way somewhere around midnight.
the problem with sharing a room with your twin brother is that there is absolutely nowhere to escape when he decides he has something on his mind.
the room is dark except for the faint glow of the streetlight leaking through the thin curtains, the quiet hum of cicadas outside blending with the occasional sound of cars passing down the road. osamu has already been lying in bed for a while, eyes closed, breathing slow in the way that usually means he’s halfway to sleep.
and unfortunately for him, atsumu is still very awake.
and, more importantly, very bothered.
the top bunk creaks loudly when he shifts for what feels like the hundredth time that night, the frame rattling just enough that osamu’s eye twitches even before the inevitable complaining begins.
“i’m just sayin’,” atsumu mutters into the darkness above him, voice carrying easily across the room, “it doesn’t make sense.”
osamu does not open his eyes.
experience has taught him that engaging with this kind of nonsense only encourages it.
“like, logically speakin’, it makes zero sense,” atsumu continues, clearly warming up now that he’s started talking. “because if ya really think about it, there’s absolutely no reason she’d even look at suna like that.”
osamu exhales slowly through his nose.
the silence that follows is his final attempt at pretending this conversation does not exist.
it does not work.
“i mean, have ya seen him?” atsumu adds, sounding increasingly offended the longer he talks about it. “the guy walks around lookin’ like he just woke up from a three-day nap. half the time he doesn’t even know what’s goin’ on— like does he even know he exists?”
osamu opens one eye.
“…'tsumu.”
atsumu ignores him completely.
“and don’t even get me started on the hair,” he continues, voice rising slightly as he gestures wildly despite the fact that no one can actually see him. the bunk above shifts again as he flops onto his back. “like seriously, what even is that? the man looks like a depressed mushroom.”
osamu shuts his eye again.
“…go to sleep.”
“i’m bein’ serious!” atsumu protests immediately, the top bunk creaking again as he rolls over and peers down toward the lower bed. “she’s way too pretty to even be standin’ near him, let alone laughin’ at his stupid jokes like that.”
that sentence hangs in the air for a second.
osamu processes it slowly.
then he rolls onto his back and finally turns his head toward the underside of the top bunk.
“wait,” he says, voice still thick with sleep, “yer still complainin’ about that girl?”
atsumu shifts above him, clearly irritated by the implication.
“i’m not complainin’.”
osamu stares up at the wooden slats of the bunk bed.
“…yer complainin’.”
“i’m makin’ an observation.”
“it’s midnight.”
“that don’t make the observation wrong.”
osamu drags a hand over his face, already regretting every decision that led him to respond.
“atsumu,” he says slowly, “why do ya even care?”
the question lands exactly the way it should.
because suddenly atsumu goes quiet.
not for long.
just long enough that the answer becomes painfully obvious.
“i don’t care,” he says quickly.
osamu lets out a tired laugh.
“sure.”
the mattress above creaks again as atsumu shifts, clearly annoyed now.
“i just think it’s weird,” he insists. “like if ya had to pick between me and suna, the answer should be pretty obvious.”
osamu turns his head slightly on the pillow.
“…she ain’t pickin’ between ya.”
atsumu scoffs from somewhere above him.
“yeah well she should be.”
“that ain’t how it works.”
“why not?”
“because she ain’t even talkin’ to ya right now,” osamu replies flatly, already settling back into his pillow. “she’s talkin’ to suna.”
that statement does not help.
at all.
“exactly!” atsumu snaps, the top bunk rattling when he pushes himself up. “that’s the problem!”
osamu groans quietly.
“how is that a problem?”
“because she’s wastin’ her time!” atsumu says, sounding personally offended by the entire situation. “i’m literally right there and she’s talkin’ to him instead.”
osamu blinks slowly in the dark.
“…atsumu.”
“what.”
“…do ya hear yerself.”
“yeah.”
“ya sound insane.”
“i sound correct.”
osamu stares up at the underside of the top bunk above him for a long moment, clearly debating whether it’s worth continuing this conversation.
unfortunately for him, atsumu is not done.
“like seriously,” atsumu continues, now fully committed to the rant, his voice drifting down from the top bunk. “if she’s gonna like someone on the team, it should obviously be me.”
osamu turns his head again.
“…ya do realize she might not like anyone.”
atsumu goes quiet for a second.
“…nah.”
“what d’ya mean ‘nah’.”
“she definitely likes someone.”
“based on what.”
atsumu gestures vaguely in the darkness, the movement making the bunk creak again.
“vibes.”
osamu lets out a long, exhausted sigh before rolling onto his side again.
“yer an idiot.”
“i’m right.”
“yer jealous.”
“i’m not jealous!”
the denial comes so quickly that osamu doesn’t even have to see his brother’s face to know he’s lying.
“…atsumu,” he says patiently, staring at the wall now, “if ya spent half as much time talkin’ to her as ya do complainin’ about suna, this wouldn’t even be a problem.”
there’s a pause.
then atsumu scoffs loudly from above.
“why would i talk to her when she’s obviously into that guy?”
osamu blinks slowly.
“…have ya tried askin’.”
“i don’t need to ask,” atsumu says confidently.
“why not.”
“because it’s obvious.”
another long pause fills the room.
then osamu sighs again, louder this time.
“ya know what,” he mutters, pulling his blanket higher over his shoulder, “i hope she does like suna.”
atsumu sits up immediately on the top bunk, the entire frame creaking in protest.
“what?!”
“just to spite ya.”
“ya can’t say that!”
“i just did.”
"take that back right now. don't jinx me asshole."
"as if she'd ever want yer dumbass anyway. yer too ugly."
atsumu makes a noise somewhere between outrage and betrayal while osamu closes his eyes again, already resigning himself to another hour of listening to his brother complain about a problem that could very easily be solved with one normal conversation.
unfortunately, normal conversations have never been atsumu’s strong suit.
and if tonight’s rant is anything to go by—
this situation is only going to get worse.
because the next afternoon, miya atsumu is back to being insufferable.
practice is halfway through when you arrive, the gym already loud with the familiar rhythm of volleyballs hitting the court and sneakers squeaking across the floor. the air smells faintly like sweat and the rubber of the polished wood, the kind of atmosphere you’ve grown strangely used to over the past few weeks of hanging around after school.
you slip into your usual spot on the bleachers without much thought, dropping your bag beside you while the team finishes a set.
it doesn’t take long for suna to wander over.
he collapses onto the seat beside you during the break like he’s been awake for three days straight, expression as blank as always while you pass him the drink you grabbed on your way to the gym.
“practice that bad?” you ask.
he shrugs, twisting the cap open.
“atsumu’s setting.”
you snort quietly at that.
“isn’t that always the case?”
suna takes a sip, clearly unimpressed with both the drink and the situation.
“exactly.”
you’re in the middle of showing him something on your phone when a shadow falls across the bleachers.
you don’t have to look up to know who it is.
“you again.” atsumu says, voice carrying just enough sarcasm to cut through the gym noise.
you glance up slowly.
he’s standing a few steps below the bleachers, volleyball tucked under one arm, looking between you and suna like he’s personally offended by the concept of the two of you existing in the same space.
“…hi to you too,” you say flatly.
suna doesn’t even look up.
“don't you have better things to do other than being the most annoying person alive?”
atsumu ignores him.
instead he gestures vaguely toward the two of you with the ball.
“practice is still goin’, y’know,” he adds, 'clearly' talking to suna although he's glancing at you. “kinda weird how certain people keep showin’ up just to watch.”
suna blinks at him. “you mean like… spectators?”
“i mean like people who clearly got better things to do.”
you stare at him for a moment, trying to decide whether he’s being serious.
“…what?”
atsumu’s grin falters for exactly half a second before he scoffs.
“what, ya thought that was about you?”
you stare at him.
“you were literally looking right at me.”
he shrugs, completely unfazed.
“i got a lazy eye sometimes.”
you blink.
“…you don’t.”
he tilts his head, expression suddenly offended.
“wow.”
you cross your arms.
“wow what?”
“now yer just bein’ ableist.”
you stare at him harder.
for a moment you genuinely consider the possibility that he might be serious, that somewhere in the past thirty seconds atsumu miya has suddenly developed a medical condition that only manifests when he says something stupid.
unfortunately, the smug look on his face makes it very clear that this is not the case.
“…you cannot just pretend you have a disability because you got caught being rude,” you say slowly, the words leaving your mouth with the careful patience of someone explaining something extremely obvious.
atsumu gasps like you’ve personally insulted his entire family line.
“see?” he says immediately, pointing at you like you just proved his point. “that right there. discrimination.”
you blink at him.
then you blink again.
because somehow the conversation has derailed so dramatically that you’re no longer even sure what the original point was.
“that’s not discrimination,” you reply flatly.
“it absolutely is.”
“it’s not.”
“yer dismissin’ my lived experience.”
you stare at him for a long moment, trying very hard to figure out how someone can sound this confident while saying something so aggressively stupid.
“…your lived experience,” you repeat slowly.
he nods once, completely serious.
“exactly.”
“your lived experience of having a lazy eye.”
“sometimes.”
you gesture vaguely toward his face.
“which you do not have.”
atsumu crosses his arms, expression turning stubborn in the way that suggests he’s already decided he’s right and will not be reconsidering that decision any time soon.
“woah. okay,” he mutters again.
you squint at him.
“what now.”
“can’t believe ya’d say that.”
“say what?”
“deny someone’s condition like that.”
you drag a hand down your face.
“you made it up thirty seconds ago.”
“that don’t make it less real.”
the silence that follows is heavy.
mostly because you’re trying very hard not to laugh.
or scream.
or both.
next to you both, suna finally speaks.
“atsumu,” he says without looking up from your phone, his voice as flat as always, “you're embarrassing yourself.”
atsumu turns immediately.
“i’m defendin’ myself.”
“from what.”
“ableism.”
suna slowly lifts his head.
the two of them stare at each other for a moment.
then suna turns back to you.
“…see what i deal with.”
you let out a quiet breath through your nose.
“i’m starting to.”
atsumu scoffs loudly, clearly offended that neither of you are taking him seriously.
“whatever,” he mutters, pushing off the bleachers and turning toward the court again. “some people just can’t handle the truth.”
you watch him go, arms still crossed.
“…he cannot be a real person,” you say after a moment.
suna shrugs beside you.
“unfortunately he is.”
you hum faintly, leaning back against the bleachers as practice resumes, your eyes drifting away from the court for a moment.
because honestly—
miya atsumu might be one of the most irritating people you’ve ever met.
he’s loud.
dramatic.
constantly making comments that sound suspiciously like insults.
half the time it feels like he wakes up in the morning and decides that annoying you specifically will be the highlight of his day.
which is why it’s so inconvenient that, every now and then, you catch glimpses of a completely different version of him.
moments that make you pause and reconsider things you’d much rather keep simple.
the first time it happens in some hallway, you’re standing near the vending machines during lunch break, staring at the row of drinks like they'd massacred your bloodline.
the machine has already swallowed your coins.
the drink you wanted is stuck halfway down the spiral.
and you’re seriously considering kicking the thing when someone speaks behind you.
“ya gonna fight it or just stand there glaring at it?”
you turn.
atsumu is leaning casually against the wall a few feet away, hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket like he’s been standing there for a while.
you narrow your eyes immediately.
“don’t start.”
he raises both hands slightly in mock surrender, though the corner of his mouth twitches with amusement.
“relax, i’m just askin’.”
you look back at the machine.
the drink is still stubbornly lodged in place.
“…it ate my money.”
atsumu glances at the vending machine, then at the stuck bottle, and finally back at you.
something about the situation seems to amuse him more than it probably should.
“hold on,” he says, stepping forward.
before you can question what he’s doing, he crouches slightly and gives the side of the machine a firm shove.
the entire thing rattles loudly.
you stare at him.
“…did you just assault the vending machine?”
“i’m negotiatin’.”
he nudges it once more.
the bottle drops into the tray with a soft thud.
you blink.
“…oh.”
atsumu grabs it before you can reach down, tossing it lightly toward you.
you catch it automatically.
“there,” he says, brushing his hands together like he’s accomplished something impressive. “problem solved.”
you twist the cap open, still watching him suspiciously.
“you didn’t even insult me once during that entire interaction.”
“don’t get used to it.”
he pushes himself back against the wall again, looking oddly pleased with himself.
the conversation drifts from there without much effort.
he complains about practice.
you complain about one of your teachers.
he makes a dramatic comment about how school should be illegal before noon.
you laugh despite yourself.
it’s easy.
surprisingly easy.
and that’s the annoying part.
because the more moments like that happen, the harder it becomes to keep thinking of him as just the loud idiot who picks fights with you every time you sit beside suna.
sometimes you run into him during breaks between classes, both of you stopping near the hallway windows while the crowds move past.
sometimes he appears beside you in the cafeteria line and immediately starts complaining about the food like you personally cooked it.
sometimes he drops into the empty seat across from you in the library with absolutely no warning, tapping his pencil against the desk while asking what you’re working on.
those moments are different.
quieter.
more relaxed.
and during those times, atsumu is funny in a way that catches you off guard.
confident in a way that somehow manages to be charming instead of annoying.
he teases you, but the comments don’t feel sharp the way they do when the rest of the team is around.
you start to notice the small things about him during those conversations.
the way his grin spreads slowly when he says something he knows will get a reaction out of you.
the way he leans forward slightly when you’re explaining something like he’s actually listening.
the way he laughs when you manage to insult him back.
and slowly, without you really realizing when it started—
you begin to look forward to those little moments more than you probably should.
which makes it all the more confusing when the second suna appears anywhere nearby— atsumu turns right back into the most insufferable person you’ve ever met.
his tone sharpens.
his comments turn sarcastic again.
the relaxed version of him disappears so quickly it almost feels like you imagined it.
and every time it happens, you’re left standing there wondering how the same person can act like two completely different people depending on who else is in the room.
unfortunately, the more time you spend around him, the more one thing becomes painfully clear.
because despite how annoying atsumu miya is—
you’re starting to think you might actually like him a little.
and unfortunately, the more time passes, the harder it becomes to ignore the fact that something about miya atsumu makes absolutely no sense.
because the shift happens too quickly every single time.
one minute he’s normal— the next minute he’s making another stupid comment from across the gym, acting like you talking to suna is somehow a personal attack on him.
at first it’s confusing.
then it becomes irritating.
and eventually, it becomes completely unbearable.
and at this point, you’re tired.
tired of the weird looks.
tired of the comments.
tired of the way he acts like he has something to prove every time you’re within three feet of suna.
so when it happens again one afternoon, you don’t even bother pretending it doesn’t bother you.
practice has just ended, the gym buzzing with the usual post-practice chaos while people grab their bags and argue about where to get food.
you’re standing near the bleachers talking to suna when atsumu walks past.
he slows just enough to glance between the two of you.
his mouth twists slightly.
he mutters, loud enough to be heard. “you two inseparable or somethin’?”
something in your chest finally snaps.
you don’t even think about it.
you grab his sleeve before he can walk away.
atsumu blinks in surprise when you yank him back toward the hallway outside the gym, the door swinging shut behind you with a quiet thud.
the sudden quiet feels strange after the noise inside.
he stares at you.
you stare right back.
“…what?” he asks.
you fold your arms tightly.
“what is your problem?”
atsumu’s eyebrows lift slightly.
“i don’t have a problem.”
“you absolutely have a problem,” you snap, frustration spilling out faster than you can stop it. “every time i talk to suna you suddenly act like the biggest jerk on the planet.”
he scoffs.
“i’m not actin’ like a jerk.”
“you literally just did it again!”
“i made a comment.”
“it was a rude comment.”
“it wasn’t rude.”
you stare at him in disbelief.
“you are unbelievable.”
atsumu crosses his arms now too, clearly irritated that this conversation is happening at all.
“why do ya even care?”
the question hits harder than you expect.
because unfortunately, you do care.
and you’re tired of pretending you don’t.
“because you’re nice to me when we’re alone,” you blurt out, the words escaping before you can reconsider them. “and then the second anyone else shows up you act like you hate me.”
for a second, atsumu just stares at you.
you push forward before he can respond.
“you’re funny when we talk during breaks, and you help me with stupid things like vending machines, and you actually listen when we’re talking,” you continue, the frustration that’s been building for weeks finally spilling over. “but then the second suna walks into the room you start being an asshole again and i’m honestly so tired of trying to figure out what your deal is.”
the hallway falls quiet.
atsumu blinks.
“…wait.”
you gesture vaguely toward the gym door.
“you act like me talking to him is some kind of crime.”
“well yeah,” he says automatically.
you stare at him.
“…what.”
atsumu looks almost confused by your reaction, like the answer should be obvious.
“because ya clearly like him.”
the words hang in the air for a moment.
you blink.
once.
twice.
“…i’m sorry,” you say slowly. “what?”
he gestures toward the gym again.
“suna.”
“yes, i know who you mean.”
“ya talk to him all the time.”
you stare at him in complete disbelief.
“…atsumu.”
“what.”
“of course i talk to him all the time.”
“exactly!”
“because he’s my cousin.”
the silence that follows is immediate.
atsumu freezes.
completely.
his expression goes blank in the most spectacular way possible.
“…your what.”
you stare at him.
“my cousin.”
another long pause stretches between you.
atsumu processes the information slowly.
painfully slowly.
“like,” he says after a moment, “yer actually related.”
“yes.”
“biologically.”
“yes, atsumu.”
he stares at the gym door.
then back at you.
then back at the gym door again.
somewhere inside, someone laughs loudly.
outside in the hallway, atsumu looks like his brain has completely short-circuited.
“…you’re serious.”
“why would i lie about that?”
he opens his mouth.
closes it again.
you watch the realization spread across his face in real time.
the weeks of comments.
the jealousy.
the entire mental narrative he apparently invented.
all of it collapses at once.
atsumu groans loudly, dropping his head back against the wall like the universe personally betrayed him.
“this is the worst day of my life.”
you stare at him for a moment longer, the anger that dragged you out here still simmering somewhere in your chest, though now it’s starting to mix with something dangerously close to disbelief.
“…you thought i liked my cousin.”
atsumu drags both hands down his face.
“in my defense—”
“there is no defense for that!”
“yer always with him!”
“because we are related!”
he exhales sharply, looking genuinely pained now, like every memory from the past few weeks is replaying in his head all at once.
the comments.
the glares.
the entire jealous meltdown he apparently decided was a reasonable response.
“…i’m actually gonna transfer schools,” he mutters.
you blink.
“you’re not transferring schools.”
“i might have to.”
“you’re the one who decided i was flirting with my cousin.”
“i didn’t know he was yer cousin!”
“you could have asked!”
atsumu points at you weakly.
“i thought it was obvious!”
“what part of that was obvious?!”
he hesitates.
then he gestures vaguely in your direction.
“…you were laughin’ at his jokes.”
you stare at him.
for a long moment neither of you says anything.
then you press your fingers to your temples.
“atsumu,” you say slowly, “that man has the personality of an inanimate object.”
“hey!”
“i’m related to him, i’m allowed to say that.”
he huffs quietly, looking vaguely offended on suna’s behalf before reality catches up with him again. (even though he spends every night slandering suna while osamu listens against his will)
the hallway falls quiet.
the frustration that dragged you out here is still there, but now it’s tangled up with something else entirely.
because despite how stupid this whole situation is— there’s still one very important problem.
you look at him.
he’s still leaning against the wall, staring somewhere near the floor like he’s trying to figure out how to undo the past several weeks of being a jealous idiot.
“…so,” you say after a moment.
he glances up.
“so what.”
you cross your arms.
“you thought i liked suna.”
“…yeah.”
“which is why you’ve been acting like a jerk this whole time.”
he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.
“…wasn’t my best moment.”
you stare at him.
then you sigh.
“you are unbelievable.”
“i’ve heard that.. 'samu tells me all the time.”
another quiet moment passes between you.
then you look at him again, narrowing your eyes slightly.
“…so why did you even care.”
the question hangs in the air.
this time atsumu doesn’t answer right away.
he shifts slightly against the wall, clearly aware that there is only one honest response to that question.
“…because i thought you liked him,” he says.
you wait.
“…and?”
he exhales through his nose.
then he finally looks directly at you.
“because i like you.”
the words come out more casually than you expect, like he’s just stating an obvious fact.
you blink.
“…what.”
atsumu shrugs slightly, though there’s a faint flush creeping up the back of his neck now.
“i mean it’s kinda obvious,” he says. “why d’ya think i was so annoyed all the time.”
you stare at him.
“because you’re insane.”
“that too.”
“atsumu.”
“what.”
“you have spent the past several weeks being passive aggressive toward me because you thought i liked my cousin.” you repeat your point again, in hopes of atsumu realizing how deranged it is.
“well,” he mutters, rubbing his neck again, “in hindsight that wasn’t my best strategy.”
you let out a breath.
the frustration is still there.
but underneath it—
your heart is doing something very inconvenient.
“…you are the dumbest person i have ever met,” you say.
atsumu grins slightly.
“and yet.”
you narrow your eyes.
“don’t get cocky.”
you stare at him for another moment.
then you shake your head.
“…you liked me.”
“yeah.”
“this whole time.”
“pretty much.”
“and your solution was to pick fights with me.”
“i was jealous!”
“of my cousin.”
he winces slightly.
“yeah, that part’s not great.”
you exhale slowly.
then, despite everything— you start laughing.
atsumu watches you carefully.
“…that’s a good laugh, right.”
you shake your head.
“i cannot believe you.”
“so is that a no.”
you look at him again.
really look at him this time.
the same idiot who helped you fight a vending machine.
the same idiot who makes you laugh during school breaks.
the same idiot who apparently spent weeks being jealous over something completely imaginary.
you sigh.
“…you’re lucky you’re charming when we’re alone.”
his grin widens immediately.
“so that’s a yes.”
“don’t make me regret this.”
“too late.”
you roll your eyes.
but you don’t walk away.
and that, apparently, is answer enough.
requested by: @collectionofcannedsoups
atsumju is the stupidest person on the planet i swear 😭😭😭😭😭 hes so cute i need to eat him rn
── ★ have to get this off my chest, im telling you today
miya atsumu x reader , atsumu tries to ask oblivious!you on a date
જ⁀➴ requested here!!
Atsumu had decided something important.
It was great—honestly, amazing—that you didn’t pick up cues from anyone else.
Because it meant the flirting that floated around you never stuck.
Not with the loud guys who tried to act casual. Not with the ‘accidental’ bumpers in the hallway. Not even with the way some people’s eyes lingered a beat too long when you weren’t looking.
To Atsumu, that was proof of two things :
You were safe.
You couldn’t be tempted.
So he told himself he didn’t need to try too hard—he could just be there, be himself, and let the universe do the rest.
Which is why it was so infuriating when his plan started failing anyway.
Because the moment he decided he wanted you to be his, he realized you were the world’s most committed oblivious person.
The first time it happened, he didn’t even mean to confess.
He just…got a little too bold. More than his usual self.
After practice, everyone was dispersing. You were packing up slowly, humming like the day was already over.
Atsumu leaned against the wall like he had no thoughts in his head.
Then he pushed off.
“Hey,” He said, grinning. “You free tomorrow?”
You glanced up. “Mm, probably. Why?”
He paused, then pointed at you like he was announcing a dramatic rule. “Because I’m taking you out.”
Your face stayed neutral with absolutely zero romantic alarm. “Like…to eat?”
“Yeah,” Atsumu said quickly. “To eat. To hang out. In general.”
You nodded, already relaxing like this was normal best friend behavior. “Okay. What time?”
Atsumu’s smile faltered for half a second.
She’s not even suspicious. He thought, horrified.
He cleared his throat. “Uh…after school. Or—whenever you get out. I’ll text you.”
You beamed. “Cool!”
Atsumu stared after you as you walked away.
He opened his mouth to say something—anything—then closed it again because he didn’t want to scare you.
He just figured : Alright. Easy. I’ll try again, but more obvious.
So he tried being more obvious.
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The next day, he showed up early. Like, early early. He had snacks. He had a route picked out. He even had to look ‘casual’ while his heart went feral.
When you arrived, he greeted you like you were the main event.
“Heyyyy,” He said, voice extra sweet. “Ready?”
You shrugged on your bag. “Yep! Where are we going?”
He gives up.
Atsumu hesitated. “You don’t—like—feel it?”
You tilted your head. “Feel what?”
He gestured vaguely at everything—the carefully picked out snacks, the attention, the fact that he was acting like a boyfriend for absolutely no reason.
“Like…” His ears warmed. “That I planned this for you.”
You smiled, completely earnest. “You always plan things for me.”
Atsumu’s soul left his body.
“Yeah,” He said faintly. “But… I’m serious serious.”
You laughed. “I know you’re serious, ‘Tsumu.”
He stared. “You’re not hearing me.”
“I am!” You said, then added, “You’re asking me to hang out, right?”
You continued, completely oblivious. “But you’re calling it ‘taking me out,’ so it sounded more like a hangout. Are we doing something fun-fun? Or like… study-fun?”
Atsumu pressed his palm to his forehead.
He muttered, voice strained. “Please. Please let me take you out, I mean it.”
Your blink was slow. Like, processing a math problem, slow.
He groaned. “Not the way you think!"
You frowned, thinking. “Okay…so how do you mean it?”
“I mean…” He swallowed. “I mean—if I say I want to spend time with you…I—because I like you.”
There was a beat of silence.
Then you smiled like he’d just said something sweet and normal.
“Aw,” you said. “I like spending time with you too.”
Atsumu stared.
“I mean—” You added, sincere as ever. “You’re my best friend!”
Atsumu’s entire body went still.
Then he laughed once. A short, desperate sound.
“Okay,” He said slowly. “You’re not pretending not to get it, right?”
“No?” You said. “Why would I—”
“Because,” He interrupted, helplessly pointing at himself, “I’m literally handing you the clues, and you’re just—”
You looked genuinely confused now. “I don’t understand.”
Atsumu inhaled through his nose.
“Okay.” He said, voice quiet but determined. “New plan.”
He straightened up, grabbed your hand—just for a second, guiding you toward the place he’d already picked.
“You’re gonna come with me,” He said, softer. “And if people come up to you, you tell them to go away.”
You blinked. “Why?”
He smiled, like this was the easiest request in the world.
“Because if you let other people flirt, you’re gonna make me have to fight them.”
You stared at him. “You’re jealous?”
Atsumu paused.
He could’ve lied.
He could’ve played it cool.
But he was already failing spectacularly anyway.
So he just nodded.
“…Yeah,” He admitted. “I am.”
Your expression softened, and you finally—finally—looked like you felt something.
But you still didn’t turn it into romance instantly. You just looked up at him and asked, gentle and curious.
“Do you want to be more than best friends?”
Atsumu’s breath caught.
“Oh my god,” He said, laughing with relief and terror at once. “Yes! That’s what I’ve been trying to say.”
You smiled, shy now. “Then you should’ve just said that in the first place.”
Atsumu pressed a hand to his chest like you’d murdered him with logic.
“I did!” He insisted.
You laughed. “You were being dramatic.”
“I was being clear!”
“…A little.” You admitted.
Atsumu leaned closer again, the desperation finally turning into something bright.
He said. “So, will you let me take you out on a date?"
You nodded. “Okay.”
He grinned like the world had finally given him the one thing he needed.
Could you make a scenario where Furina has her first kiss with the reader? I can imagine her being very nervous, since she has never kissed before.
A First Kiss in Fontaine
Summary: Furina confesses that she has never kissed anyone before and is nervous about making a fool of herself. After some gentle reassurance, you share a soft, first kiss together. Despite her usual dramatic and confident persona, Furina is vulnerable in this intimate moment, and the two of you find a quiet connection under the moonlit sky of Fontaine.
Tags: Furina x Reader, First Kiss, Nervousness, Vulnerable, Romantic Fluff, Soft Moments, Sweet Romance.
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The night air in Fontaine was crisp, carrying the distant hum of water fountains and the faint melody of the Opera Epiclese. The city, bathed in the glow of street lamps, seemed to whisper secrets only the river could understand. You and Furina stood on a balcony overlooking the Court of Fontaine, the glistening waters reflecting the stars above.
Furina, ever the theatrical figure, leaned against the marble railing with her usual flair. But tonight, something was different. Her usual confidence felt… brittle, as if it might shatter with a single word. Her hands fidgeted with the lace on her sleeves, and she avoided your gaze—a stark contrast to her usual dramatic bravado.
"Tell me," she began, voice softer than usual. "What do you think of this city at night? Grand, isn't it? A spectacle, as always!" She laughed, but it was airy, almost nervous.
"It’s beautiful," you said, watching her more than the city. "But I think the company makes it even better."
That earned you a reaction. Furina’s fingers froze mid-motion, and she blinked rapidly, her eyes darting to yours. "You—! A-aha, what a charming compliment! As expected of someone with refined taste!" She flipped her hair dramatically, but the way her voice wavered gave her away.
She was nervous.
You tilted your head, stepping a little closer. "Furina, are you alright?"
"I—Of course, I am!" she declared, though her hands clenched into small fists at her sides. Then, she sighed, her shoulders sinking just slightly. "It’s just… I—hmpf! This is ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. But..." Her voice trailed off, and she suddenly looked away, her cheeks tinged with pink.
You waited, giving her time. Furina, despite her outward theatrics, was rarely this hesitant.
After a deep breath, she turned back to you, eyes shimmering with something uncertain. "I… I have never kissed anyone before," she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "Not once. And I—! I refuse to be terrible at it!"
You blinked, caught off guard by her confession. Then, a small smile tugged at your lips. "Is that what you're worried about?"
"Of course!" she huffed, crossing her arms. "What if it’s awkward? What if I—what if I make a fool of myself? What if—"
"Furina." You reached for her hand, and she tensed but didn't pull away. Instead, she stared at your fingers laced with hers, swallowing hard. "It doesn’t have to be perfect."
She looked up at you, vulnerability flickering in her expression. "But I want it to be," she admitted quietly.
Your heart ached at the honesty in her voice. You squeezed her hand reassuringly. "Then let’s make it special."
For once, Furina had no grand speech, no dramatic proclamation. She simply nodded, letting you guide her. You lifted your free hand to her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath your fingertips. She was trembling, but she didn’t pull away.
You leaned in slowly, giving her every chance to stop. But she didn’t. Her breath hitched, her eyes fluttering shut as your lips finally met hers.
It was soft. Tentative. A moment suspended in time, just the two of you and the quiet melody of Fontaine’s waters in the background. Furina let out a small, shaky sigh against your lips, and you could feel her relax, melting into the warmth of the kiss.
When you finally pulled away, she remained still for a moment, as if processing what had just happened. Then, her eyes blinked open, and her cheeks were a shade deeper than before.
"Ahem!" She cleared her throat, looking away. "W-well! That was… acceptable! Quite good, actually! You—you have proven to be a worthy first!"
You chuckled. "Glad to hear it."
She turned back to you, her expression softer now. "We should—perhaps—do that again sometime," she mumbled, trying (and failing) to sound nonchalant.
You grinned. "I’d love to."
And under the moonlit sky of Fontaine, with the gentle waves whispering their approval, Furina smiled—genuine, unguarded, and beautifully hers.
even i’m flustered while i write these. i’m gonna jump kiyoomi and no one’s gonna hold me back.
i decided to add spice into this so that this mini series of mine doesn’t get too bland nor repetitive, i hate repetitions ദ്ദി๑>•̀๑)
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
the first time it happens, you think you’re losing it.
you’re crouched on the gym floor, folding towels like the dutiful manager you are, while the boys finish drills. sakusa’s serving, as usual, his mask tugged neatly over his face like he’s allergic to oxygen. nothing out of the ordinary—except that when he tosses the ball and his eyes flick to the sideline, a voice cuts into your brain so sharp you almost drop the towel.
‘she looks so pretty when she’s folding towels. is it insane that i want to frame that image in my head forever? god. i hate everyone else for also seeing her. disgusting.’
you freeze. because one: no one said that out loud. two: the only person looking at you right now is sakusa kiyoomi, who, last you checked, barely tolerates your existence.
but then he serves, the ball spinning so cleanly it makes komori clap like an overexcited seal, and you’re left blinking at him, towel half-folded, heart racing.
it has to be coincidence. no way. sakusa doesn’t even like you. if anything, he’s made it clear he finds you bothersome—always telling you to stand further away, stop touching his water bottles, don’t breathe too close to him (that one might have been in your head, but still).
except.
except the next thought comes in clear as day.
‘stop staring at me, i’m going to mess up. oh god, no, wait, keep staring at me. don’t look away. if she looks away i’ll actually serve this ball into the wall on purpose just so practice gets delayed and she talks to me.’
you choke. actually choke on air. komori runs over, eyes wide, “hey, are you okay? need water?” he’s thinking about chicken nuggets right now.
“fine,” you wheeze, waving him off. you’re not fine. you’re hearing sakusa kiyoomi’s thoughts, and sakusa kiyoomi’s thoughts are… gross. yearning. sticky-sweet and a little terrifying, like honey left out in the sun too long.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
for the next week, you test it.
every time he’s near, you listen.
in the locker room corridor when you pass him a towel:
‘her hand brushed mine. i can’t wash this hand. no. wait. that’s unhygienic. i’ll wash it but i’ll remember forever. yeah. that’s good. disgusting. i’m disgusting. but god i want it again.’
during water breaks when komori’s chatting with you and sakusa’s lurking a few feet away pretending not to watch:
‘why is he making her laugh like that? she doesn’t laugh like that with me. she should only laugh like that with me. i’ll kill him. no i won’t. i’ll trip him in practice. no one will notice.’
and once, memorably, when you bent down to tie your shoelaces and caught him staring:
‘that’s a vulnerable position. she trusts us enough to kneel on the floor like that. i could guard her from every angle. i should stand in front of her so no one else looks. if anyone looks i’ll—’
you stand up so fast you almost get whiplash.
the worst part? you like him. you’ve liked him since the first time he walked into the gym, tall and brooding and stupidly handsome, and the two pretty moles on his forehead. you think they’re the prettiest constellation you’ve ever seen. you thought he hated you, though, so you buried the crush under your duties as manager.
but now. now you know he’s rotting on the inside for you.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
komori notices first. ‘if i buy some nuggets with my allowance, how many will i get?’
“you’ve been spacing out,” he says after practice one day, when you’re packing up the first aid kit.
you shrug, trying to keep your face neutral, but across the gym sakusa is wiping his hands with clinical precision, and in your head he’s thinking:
‘she looks tired. she should sit down. i’ll tell her. no i can’t tell her, she’ll think i’m weird. maybe if i trip iizuna he’ll ask her to sit down and then i can agree with him. yes. that’s normal.’
you bite your lip to stop from laughing, which komori takes as confirmation you’re definitely hiding something.
“what?” you say.
“nothing,” komori hums, but he eyes sakusa, then you, then sakusa again like he’s putting puzzle pieces together.
you pray he doesn’t.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
the thing about sakusa kiyoomi is that he’s good at hiding things. his face never changes, his tone is always flat, his movements are calculated down to the inch. if you didn’t have your new telepathic glitch, you’d never know he’s mentally monologuing about your shoelaces, your handwriting, the way you tuck stray hairs behind your ear.
‘i should start wearing my hair differently. she always brushes hers back, maybe if i do it too she’ll notice. no, too obvious. god, i want her to notice me. please notice me.’
and you do notice. oh, do you notice.
every stalkerish little habit.
like how your water bottle is always mysteriously colder than everyone else’s—because he secretly swaps it with a fresh one before practice, cursing internally about how no one else deserves to touch the condensation beads on plastic meant for you.
like how your umbrella went missing one rainy afternoon, and you were sure you’d left it in the gym, until sakusa appeared outside the gates holding it—mask on, expression flat, but inside his head screaming:
‘act normal. just hand it to her. don’t tell her you’ve been keeping it at home for three days so no one else could borrow it. normal. normal. normal.’
you’d thanked him, smiling, and he’d stiffly nodded. but in his brain:
‘her smile is brighter than the sun. i’m blind. i can’t see. i don’t need to see. she’s all i’ll ever need to see. kill the sun. the sun doesn’t deserve to exist if she exists.’
you nearly tripped in a puddle trying not to laugh.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
by the end of the month, you’ve catalogued enough of his inner ramblings to write a novel titled ways sakusa kiyoomi wants to die via your smile or in between your thighs but we’re not gonna be talking about that.
and still, outwardly, he treats you the same—curt nods, sanitized distance, blunt remarks about your stacking of cones or folding of towels. if anything, he seems more irritable, but you know the truth now. he’s not irritated. he’s imploding.
‘she’s standing too close. my heart rate’s 120. is that normal? no. i’m going to collapse. i should push her away. no. pull her closer. SNIFF HER. no. god. i hate myself.’
you love it. you love him. every deranged thought makes your stomach flip like a volleyball over the net.
the problem? you can’t tell him. not yet.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
one night, after a particularly long practice, you stay behind to lock up. sakusa stays too, wiping down balls with almost surgical thoroughness.
you pretend not to notice, but your head is buzzing with his thoughts.
‘if she leaves first i’ll walk her home. no. too obvious. what if someone else sees? i could follow at a distance. yes. that’s safer. she won’t even know i’m there. god. i sound like a creep. i am a creep. but she’ll be safe. safe because of me.’
you finally turn, key in hand, and catch him staring. mask on, eyes dark, his hands stilling on the volleyball.
“you done?” you ask lightly.
he blinks. nods. shrugs. his usual minimalistic responses.
but in his head:
‘she spoke to me first. jackpot. should i frame this moment? yes. memorize her tone. record it in my brain. this is love. i’m in love. god help me.’
you grin, unlocking the door. “walk me home?”
he stiffens, like you’ve short-circuited his brain.
inside, though—
‘she asked me. she asked me. she asked me. play it cool. play it cool. say yes. oh my god say yes before she changes her mind. say yes, kiyoomi. now.’
“…fine,” he mutters, slinging his bag over his shoulder.
but you hear the truth.
and for once, you let yourself bask in it.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
as a manager, you’re used to wrangling the itachiyama boys, but you didn’t account for sakusa kiyoomi sitting next to you on a two-hour bus ride. his posture is perfect, his mask covers most of his face, and he looks like he’d rather be anywhere else—except you can hear his thoughts, and they’re a disaster.
‘her thigh is touching mine. it’s touching mine. don’t move. if i move i’ll lose it. oh god. she smells like candy. peaches. i want to bite her. not literally. no literally. i want to taste her. i should die. i should throw myself out the bus window.’
you almost choke trying not to laugh, pretending to look out the window, but the jolt of the bus sends you crashing into his shoulder.
his brain combusts.
‘holy shit. she’s on me. she’s ON ME. don’t breathe too loud. don’t scare her away. oh my god her cheek is so soft against me. i could hold her. no, no, stay still. wait. please don’t move. please don’t ever move.’
you straighten only when the bus steadies. sakusa doesn’t move at all, like one wrong twitch will undo the memory.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
the day passes in blurs—lunch, hiking, komori’s endless chatter and his thoughts about chicken nuggets again—but you can feel sakusa’s eyes on you constantly. his thoughts stick like glue.
‘she’s walking too far ahead. what if she trips. what if she gets hurt. i’ll carry her if she does. i’ll carry her down the whole mountain. bridal style. yes. everyone will see she’s mine. no. that’s insane. no it’s perfect. god, please trip. wait no. don’t trip. i’ll die if she’s hurt.’
you nearly trip on purpose just to watch him spiral, but you hold back.
night falls, the cabins go quiet, and you slip outside for fresh air. you don’t expect sakusa to already be there, leaning against the railing, mask under his chin, hood up.
the sight nearly knocks the wind out of you—his face bare in the moonlight, the two moles on his forehead gleaming faintly. unfair. completely unfair.
he startles when he sees you. “couldn’t sleep?”
you shake your head. “you?”
he shrugs, stiff as ever. but his thoughts betray him, screaming loud in your skull.
‘she looks beautiful in the dark. her hair, her eyes, everything. she’s here. with me. alone. i could kiss her. i could ruin her. no. don’t. she’d hate it. she’d hate me. god, i want her so bad. please want me back.’
your chest squeezes. you’ve spent weeks listening to this nonsense, his yearning rotting holes in your brain, and you can’t take it anymore.
“kiyoomi,” you whisper.
his lips are already on yours, hot and needy, but once you gasp his name—
“kiyoomi—”
he unravels like thread.
a low, rough sound rips out of his chest as if you’ve just set fire to every ounce of restraint he’s ever had. his hands, which were clutching your waist, slide lower, fingers digging into the dip of your hips, tugging you flush against him until there’s not an inch of space left.
he’s kissing you like he’s starved, like every second apart from your mouth is unbearable. his tongue tangles with yours, deep and filthy, swallowing every shaky breath you give him.
‘she said my name. my first name. god, i’m gone. i’m hers. i’ll never recover. never. more. closer. please closer. i’ll fuse myself into her if that’s what it takes.’
you whimper and his body jolts like he’s been electrocuted. immediately his mouth abandons yours, dragging wet, desperate kisses across your jaw, down the curve of your neck.
“hey uh—kiyoomi—”
he groans into your skin, teeth grazing the sensitive spot just below your ear before he sucks there, sloppy and unrestrained. his hands roam—up your spine, splaying across your lower back, then sliding forward to grip your waist again, thumbs pressing circles into your skin like he’s memorizing the shape of you.
‘she’s letting me touch her. she’s letting me taste her. mine mine mine mine. no one else gets this. no one else can have this. i’ll kill anyone who tries. god, her skin is soft. i want to bite. i want to leave marks. claim her. please let me claim her.’
he kisses back up your throat, leaving a trail of heat, before smashing his mouth to yours again, even rougher this time. it’s clumsy, hungry, his tongue pushing deep into your mouth until you moan against him—and he swallows that sound whole, like it’s the only sustenance he’s ever known.
his fingers creep higher, curling just under the hem of your shirt at your waist, not daring to go further but desperate for bare skin. you can feel his hands tremble against you.
he pulls back only to pant against your lips, his forehead pressed to yours, breath ragged.
“say it again,” he begs, voice wrecked. “say my name again.”
“kiyoomi,” you whisper, shaky and soft.
he growls—actually growls—before kissing you again, deeper, harder, like he’s trying to crawl inside your lungs and live there. rawr
one hand fists in your hair, tilting your head so he can devour your mouth from a better angle, his tongue sliding against yours in dizzying, relentless strokes. the other hand grips your hip so firmly you know it’ll bruise.
‘she’s mine. she’s mine forever. i’ll never let her go, i can buy a house with a basement if she tries to escape. god, i can’t stop. don’t make me stop. i’ll die if i stop.’
you break away for air, lips wet and swollen, and he immediately chases you, pressing messy kisses to the corner of your mouth, your chin, down your throat again, leaving you dizzy.
“kiyoomi—please—” you gasp.
he hisses, lips returning to yours, kissing you like he’s punishing you for teasing him with his own name.
by the time he finally forces himself to pull back, you’re both gasping, his hoodie clenched in your fists, his curls damp against his forehead. his eyes are wild, blown black, his mask long-forgotten.
he rests his forehead against yours, chest heaving.
“you don’t get it,” he murmurs, voice shaking. “you don’t get how much i need you.”
you smile, dazed, lips tingling. “i think i do.”
and then you kiss him again, because there’s no universe where you’ll ever get enough of this.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
a: i had WAY TOO MANY drafts for this, i’m starting to love this man way too much. suna fic coming soon because i just had an idea rn.
They know they shouldn't feel this way, especially since you're not even theirs to begin with. But the heart knows what it wants, no matter how much it is denied.
notes — Furina, Diluc, Xiao, gender-neutral reader, slight navia, kaeya, and yantao cameos, part 2 soon
Xiao
If asked for his opinion, Xiao will say he definitely hates you. He was completely fine with solitude, yet you came like a whirlwind and forced yourself into his life. Asking him to have lunch together, insisting on walking home with him, trying to arrange outings on weekends, and so on. He could never understand you and your persistence. He wishes you would one day finally learn how to give up and leave him alone.
“I think [Name] is crushing on someone.” Hutao says to her friend as if it were a fact.
Xiao’s stomach dropped, he twisted his head so fast he almost broke his neck. He wasn't even included in the conversation–being a few feet away from them, but he couldn't just ignore what the girls had just said. Maybe he had misheard, or misunderstood something. Don’t be rash Xiao. He scolds himself, yet he can’t help it. His rationality flies out the window when it comes to you, another reason why he wants you out of his life.
“Now that you mention it, there were moments that made me a bit…suspicious.” What moments? there were signs? Xiao had never realized anything out of the ordinary. Xiao would definitely notice if you fancied someone, he has known you for long enough. Whatever could Yanfei be talking about? Before he could wonder further, Hutao answered for him.
“I think I first realized when they started baking for him. Apparently they made cookies specifically for him! I couldn't even try a bite!” Xiao is aware of your recent new hobby, he had become the taste tester for all your newest sweets, and you would ask for his opinions, to help you improve next time. Before, he had only thought of it as bothersome (purposefully excluding that he would always look forward to what you made and even waited for you at the roof every break time). However, with this new information…could it be that…
You had been trying to improve making desserts for this special someone? Unbelievable. Has he been unknowingly providing aid to you as you pursue someone else!? What a fool he was! tricked by your cute pleading eyes to help the enemy!
"Right! And they keep bringing him up in every conversation, like I could be talking about how a pig flew past me and they would STILL relate it to him somehow." Weird examples aside, Xiao racks his brain thinking of anyone you've mentioned often in the past few days. He remembers you excitedly bringing up the stoic man you met at Liyue from your work. He's also reminded of your complaint about a giant white haired delinquent with his eccentric and boisterous nature from Inazuma, and he couldn't forget how he froze in fear when you told him Childe had started befriending you. And he has only considered the male candidates, what if you were also interested in girls? Then there would be many more options to consider.
Each candidate he thinks of only succeeds in deepening his frown further. He detests even the idea of you with any of these people, They wouldn't be able to handle the entirety of you, your incessant nagging, your pushy and persistent nature, your laugh as the sunset paints you in an orange hue. They simply cannot bear it, they’re too weak for you (just like he was when you first flashed him your smile).
Then, is this it? Is he losing you for good…? wait no- this is good, he wanted this. He should be happy. He could finally move on from you, and pretend the butterflies in his stomach never existed.
Yet all he felt was uneasiness.
He starts to imagine a life without you, yet nothing comes up. It would be too dull, he cannot even remember what life was like before he met you. You have ruined him and his carefully designed self isolation.
He felt the need to do something about it, then Xiao walked away with resolute, unaware of the conversation he left behind. The two girls stare from behind as he powerwalks away.
"...Should we tell him that we knew he was there?”
Hutao stares at the direction the lovesick boy ran off to “Nah, it’s about time he showed a little chivalry.”
Yanfei gives her friend a deadpan look before responding,“I don't think him eavesdropping on our conversation was very chivalrous.”
“Shh, let him cook.”
“Hutao please never say that in front of me ever again.”
Furina
No no no NO!!! This is all wrong, you're not supposed to be spending your time with her. Someone like Navia does not truly understand the value of your presence. That heathen is wasting your time, time that you should have spent with Furina instead! She graciously went out of her way to invite you for tea time. You should have been ecstatic, Furina even kindly went out of her way to obtain rare tea leaves all the way from Inazuma, (because you mentioned your curiosity over a specific flavour one time) and dressed up to leave you in awe of her impeccable fashion taste and unrivaled beauty.
Yet you rejected her offer because you had made "previous plans" with Navia!? Unacceptable. Someone like Furina absolutely cannot accept such a rejection. Navia must be scheming to take you away, she can't possibly lose you.
You are after all, her biggest fan.
In order to right this wrong, Furina will take it upon herself to find you. Oh! how terribly kind she is! Despite your audacity to leave her hanging, you are still allowed to be enveloped in Furina's presence. (Not because she hasn't seen you in days and misses your presence, of course. That'd be ridiculous)
Realizing the risk of losing a precious fan of hers forever, Furina understands that there is to be no room left for blunder. But not to worry, this master strategist has cooked up the perfect plan.
step one : crash your little date with Navia.
step two : impress you with her spectacular tricks and steal your attention with her impeccable wit and charm.
step three : you forget about Navia completely and swoons for Furina.
step four : you ditch your date, carry Furina in your arms and take her out on the best romantic evening in all of Fontaine! no, in all of Teyvat!
The plan is flawless! By the end of it you will barely remember the blonde girl’s name.
—
“Oh hi guys! Fancy meeting you here.” Of course, ‘tis was no mere coincidence. Furina had already been aware of your whereabouts and placed herself there. All part of the first step of her plan. She’s sure that you would be ecstatic to see her once more.
“F-Furina! What’re you doing here…!” For some reason you become tense at the sight of her. But she understands, being caught off guard by her presence tends to do so. Furina flashes you her sweetest smile.
“I had some free time! Thought I could find you to help around.” She spots a hint of blonde hair behind her, “Neither of you mind, right?” Your movements are incredibly awkward, avoiding Furina to look over at Navia, who nods at you. A small part of Furina is irked by it, it's as if you two are hiding something from her.
“Sure, the more the merrier right?” Step one is successful.
However it proves to be difficult to complete step two, due to how focused you are on your shopping. Why are you choosing between two different buttons like your life depends on it? She’s trying to charm you here!
“Navia, which of these fabrics would fit better?” You’ve been calling that name way too often for Furina’s liking. She’s quite knowledgeable in the art of textiles too you know. What makes Navia better than her?
There's a growing ache in her chest when she sees you smiling at Navia, Why don't you look at her that way? Then you giggle at something Navia said, Furina can feel strings tugging at her heart, breaking it apart, an uncomfortable feeling gnaws inside her.
She is quickly regretting her whole plan, it is clear that you are enamored with that girl already. And Furina is no match for someone that amazing, it hurts her to say but all she's doing right now is holding you back from true happiness.
Feeling dejected, Furina says her half-hearted goodbyes, leaves you two to the date that she almost ruined, then laid in the comfort her bed, embracing her sorrows. She doesn't remember much after that.
Before she knew it, Furina had been wallowing in her room for the past three days. What snaps her out of it is the knock on her door, followed by a voice she registered as yours. Wait, you're here!? But she looks like an absolute mess!!
“Uhm! Just a minute! I have some…confidential information I need to put away!” It’s not perfect but it's the only excuse she can think of.
“Oh, Alright then! Take your time.” Oh she definitely will. While she knows she can't compete with your beloved, at the very least she needs to look presentable enough for you. Yes, that's exactly why she’s dressed up and checked the mirror at least 3 times before finally opening the door.
She’s greeted by the view of you sitting down on her front porch, you stood up at the sight of her, huffing out a breath of relief. Did she worry you? Or were you just glad she finally opened the door? Or maybe you were huffing out of anger Furina’s inner thoughts clashed with each other.
“Forgive me for taking so long, there was- uh, some technical difficulties.”
You shake your head. “No need, It's my fault for coming over without informing you.”
“Would you like to come inside? We can chat over some tea.”
“I would love that.” You softly grin at her, which upsettingly sets off fireworks in Furina's heart. You're taken, she has to remind herself.
“Again, so sorry to bother you today Furina, I understand that you have a tight schedule and don't quite appreciate sudden visits.” You say as Furina goes to pour you a cup of tea. (the same brew she wanted to gift you that day)
“You’re lucky I had some free time today,” and the last three days, but you don't need to know that. “But next time, I’d appreciate a notice beforehand, then you wouldn't have to freeze out in the open for so long.” You nod once before grinning at her again.
And well, there's not much she can do when you give her your smile.
“But before that, could I ask you why you had been so distant the last time we met? I don't want to pry but I still want to help, is anything troubling you?” Furina panics, she didn't think you would notice, her mind is drawing blanks.
“Ohh that? I was uh-” She looks around her room, grasping for anything that she can get, she finds an idea when she spots the closet door she left ajar earlier. “–Reminded to clean out my closet! Yes, haha… Gotta replace old raggedy things with something better quality you know.” After all, what's the use of having some scrap and cheap imitation, when you can get something real, something far more suitable to you, something that’s not incomplete and considered a fraud by society.
“Oh I wouldn't be able to relate to that. I quite like my old clothes. It's the ones that have stayed with me through everything.” Furina does not give you a response, because she doesn't quite understand your interests in things that are deemed useless by most, and she probably never will.
“Anyways, I was mainly here to give you… this” You hand her a small box decorated with a blue ribbon on top, it was lightweight, and made a slight shuffling noise when she shook it. How did she miss your attempt at hiding this from her?
“I don't believe this is my birthday?” You chuckle at her dumbfounded expression.
“It is not a birthday present, Chiori was teaching me and Navia how to sew. So I decided to make something for you.” For her? You handcrafted this for her?
She opens the gift, to find a white haired doll with limbs sloppily sewn together, a crooked smile. Despite that, she recognises that it vaguely resembles herself. She also recognises the fabric it is made out of, and it finally hits her why you had been shopping with Navia.
how foolish of her! She tried to steal your attention when you were trying to make her the most thoughtful gift! The revelation badly embarrasses her, tinting her cheeks red, even just looking at you is far too much for her right now.
“W-well! it IS decent, not quite close to capturing my greatness… But, I appreciate your efforts. Thank you.” Damn it all, why did she have to stutter, and why can't her heart stop racing. She refuses to admit you made her feel this way.
“Now if you’ll excuse me, The Great Furina will need some time with herself.” She pushes you out of the room. “But—”
“Good bye!”
“Wait—” Furina slams the door on you before you could say anything. Once alone, she looks down at the beady eyes of the doll you handcrafted for her. Utterly ridiculous, she thinks. Who the hell is stupid enough to put that much effort on her? You did, and the thought of it ignites a giddy feeling in her chest, she cannot fight the smile forming on her face.
She keeps the doll near her person at all times, safe and unseen by others, but cherished just as much as she does you.
Diluc Ragvindr
Diluc believes that judging others before he gets to know them is incredibly shallow. What matters most to him is someone's values above all.
Yet, the guy you are currently speaking to brings a tight feeling in his chest. He can't stand him, it’s painfully obvious that he’s just trying to hit on you. Just who the hell does he think he is?
However Diluc deems it an irrational feeling, you are not his and he is not yours. No matter how many times his eye twitches every time that sleazy creature tries a pick-up line on you. Ridiculous he thinks, If Diluc were to court you he would do it properly, he wouldn't use something as immature as pick-up lines. You deserve the most beautiful flowers and sincere compliments that come from his heart, wait- but if you're into pick-up lines then maybe he would consider using them— He’s getting off track. Diluc could only sigh at the pathetic state he's in.
Despite how much he hates the vermin currently talking to you, he held some kind of respect for him due to his bravery. He has done something Diluc never managed to do, and that is to have the courage to court you.
That is why he’s stewing in jealousy while you're being whisked away by someone in the worst attire he’s ever seen. Your smile (that's not for him) tugs at Diluc’s heart, why can’t he be the reason you smile?
“You're practically shooting lasers at the guy.” A familiar, annoying voice stops his pity party, he can almost hear the smirk in his tone. “I didn't think you would be the jealous type.”
“Don't be ridiculous Kaeya, I’m just concerned whether or not his intentions with [Name] are pure.” He’s not being completely truthful, he’s aware, and so is Kaeya.
“Right, sure. And I eat slime condensate for breakfast.”
“Will you cut that out? I really am just concer—” Before Diluc could defend himself, something else distracts him.
The slimeball next to you raises his hand and reaches for the top of your head. Suddenly something hot flashes inside Diluc, his mind is empty, what's left is the pure rage he feels at that scum’s audacity.
“[Name].” The way he says your name held no warmth, it caught both you and the guy’s attention. His sudden attempt at diversion worked, the hand stops mid-air as you turn around to face Diluc. He releases a sigh of relief, the dark look he had before escapes, then panic catches up to him.
“Yes, Sir Diluc?” You inquire, tilting your head in confusion. Oh sevens. He’s lost it. The regret of what he just did is hitting him way too late.
He definitely didn't plan this far ahead.
But he feels the urgency to say something, anything as long as it gets rid of the man next to you.
“I- uh-” Yet he can't think of anything to answer, you and the thing next to you stared at him, waiting for an answer.
In the midst of his scrambled brain, Kaeya interrupts with a smirk. “He was wondering whether you would be available to help him with managing the bar, it's going to be a busy day you see.”
Your tense shoulders relax, then you smile at Diluc, which replaces his internal panic with butterflies in his stomach.
“I’d be glad to help, Sir Diluc.” Oh how he wishes to stay in that moment forever, just you and him, with no sleazebags trying to hit you up.
“Well, I-uh, I deeply appreciate it.” Diluc can already tell Kaeya is resisting the urge to laugh in his face. He supposes he’ll let him this time, Kaeya helped to give him an excuse to spend some time with you after all. The man next to you though, is clearly not okay with this at all, the frown on his face says it all. But it goes away quick, replaced by a sly grin directed at you.
“Oh come on! You promised me a date didn't you?”
“I didn't promise you anything. Now please excuse me, I have some important business to attend to.” you turn to walk away from the guy, you walk towards Diluc. The guy doesn't seem to understand your rejection though.
“But—”
“I believe they’ve already made their point clear.” Diluc intervenes, refusing to accept a no is something that he cannot stand. He stared him down like a hawk, no other words were said, Diluc’s cold gaze sent a shiver down his spine.
“Fine, whatever.” With his tail tucked between his legs, the guy finally decides to leave.
“Thanks Diluc, the guy just refused to give up, no matter what I said.”
His eyes lit up upon your clear disinterest. “It was my pleasure.” His heart was no longer beating quickly due to panic, but because of the warm look you gave him that made his knees weak.
“So you’re not interested in dating at all?” Fuck. He forgot Kaeya was still there. He sends his brother a deadly glare at his question, which he responds with a playful shrug.
You hum, thinking of a way to answer. Every second fills Diluc with dread, does he have any chance at all?
“I think my type is more the broody businessman type.” Even though you answered Kaeya’s question, you stared at Diluc intently. Your answer leaves him stunned silent, yet internally he can't stop feeling elated. He turns away to hide the grin on his face, he must look like an idiot right now.
They know they shouldn't feel this way, especially since you're not even theirs to begin with. But the heart knows what it wants, no matter how much it is denied.
notes — Furina, Diluc, Xiao, gender-neutral reader, slight navia, kaeya, and yantao cameos, part 2 soon
Xiao
If asked for his opinion, Xiao will say he definitely hates you. He was completely fine with solitude, yet you came like a whirlwind and forced yourself into his life. Asking him to have lunch together, insisting on walking home with him, trying to arrange outings on weekends, and so on. He could never understand you and your persistence. He wishes you would one day finally learn how to give up and leave him alone.
“I think [Name] is crushing on someone.” Hutao says to her friend as if it were a fact.
Xiao’s stomach dropped, he twisted his head so fast he almost broke his neck. He wasn't even included in the conversation–being a few feet away from them, but he couldn't just ignore what the girls had just said. Maybe he had misheard, or misunderstood something. Don’t be rash Xiao. He scolds himself, yet he can’t help it. His rationality flies out the window when it comes to you, another reason why he wants you out of his life.
“Now that you mention it, there were moments that made me a bit…suspicious.” What moments? there were signs? Xiao had never realized anything out of the ordinary. Xiao would definitely notice if you fancied someone, he has known you for long enough. Whatever could Yanfei be talking about? Before he could wonder further, Hutao answered for him.
“I think I first realized when they started baking for him. Apparently they made cookies specifically for him! I couldn't even try a bite!” Xiao is aware of your recent new hobby, he had become the taste tester for all your newest sweets, and you would ask for his opinions, to help you improve next time. Before, he had only thought of it as bothersome (purposefully excluding that he would always look forward to what you made and even waited for you at the roof every break time). However, with this new information…could it be that…
You had been trying to improve making desserts for this special someone? Unbelievable. Has he been unknowingly providing aid to you as you pursue someone else!? What a fool he was! tricked by your cute pleading eyes to help the enemy!
"Right! And they keep bringing him up in every conversation, like I could be talking about how a pig flew past me and they would STILL relate it to him somehow." Weird examples aside, Xiao racks his brain thinking of anyone you've mentioned often in the past few days. He remembers you excitedly bringing up the stoic man you met at Liyue from your work. He's also reminded of your complaint about a giant white haired delinquent with his eccentric and boisterous nature from Inazuma, and he couldn't forget how he froze in fear when you told him Childe had started befriending you. And he has only considered the male candidates, what if you were also interested in girls? Then there would be many more options to consider.
Each candidate he thinks of only succeeds in deepening his frown further. He detests even the idea of you with any of these people, They wouldn't be able to handle the entirety of you, your incessant nagging, your pushy and persistent nature, your laugh as the sunset paints you in an orange hue. They simply cannot bear it, they’re too weak for you (just like he was when you first flashed him your smile).
Then, is this it? Is he losing you for good…? wait no- this is good, he wanted this. He should be happy. He could finally move on from you, and pretend the butterflies in his stomach never existed.
Yet all he felt was uneasiness.
He starts to imagine a life without you, yet nothing comes up. It would be too dull, he cannot even remember what life was like before he met you. You have ruined him and his carefully designed self isolation.
He felt the need to do something about it, then Xiao walked away with resolute, unaware of the conversation he left behind. The two girls stare from behind as he powerwalks away.
"...Should we tell him that we knew he was there?”
Hutao stares at the direction the lovesick boy ran off to “Nah, it’s about time he showed a little chivalry.”
Yanfei gives her friend a deadpan look before responding,“I don't think him eavesdropping on our conversation was very chivalrous.”
“Shh, let him cook.”
“Hutao please never say that in front of me ever again.”
Furina
No no no NO!!! This is all wrong, you're not supposed to be spending your time with her. Someone like Navia does not truly understand the value of your presence. That heathen is wasting your time, time that you should have spent with Furina instead! She graciously went out of her way to invite you for tea time. You should have been ecstatic, Furina even kindly went out of her way to obtain rare tea leaves all the way from Inazuma, (because you mentioned your curiosity over a specific flavour one time) and dressed up to leave you in awe of her impeccable fashion taste and unrivaled beauty.
Yet you rejected her offer because you had made "previous plans" with Navia!? Unacceptable. Someone like Furina absolutely cannot accept such a rejection. Navia must be scheming to take you away, she can't possibly lose you.
You are after all, her biggest fan.
In order to right this wrong, Furina will take it upon herself to find you. Oh! how terribly kind she is! Despite your audacity to leave her hanging, you are still allowed to be enveloped in Furina's presence. (Not because she hasn't seen you in days and misses your presence, of course. That'd be ridiculous)
Realizing the risk of losing a precious fan of hers forever, Furina understands that there is to be no room left for blunder. But not to worry, this master strategist has cooked up the perfect plan.
step one : crash your little date with Navia.
step two : impress you with her spectacular tricks and steal your attention with her impeccable wit and charm.
step three : you forget about Navia completely and swoons for Furina.
step four : you ditch your date, carry Furina in your arms and take her out on the best romantic evening in all of Fontaine! no, in all of Teyvat!
The plan is flawless! By the end of it you will barely remember the blonde girl’s name.
—
“Oh hi guys! Fancy meeting you here.” Of course, ‘tis was no mere coincidence. Furina had already been aware of your whereabouts and placed herself there. All part of the first step of her plan. She’s sure that you would be ecstatic to see her once more.
“F-Furina! What’re you doing here…!” For some reason you become tense at the sight of her. But she understands, being caught off guard by her presence tends to do so. Furina flashes you her sweetest smile.
“I had some free time! Thought I could find you to help around.” She spots a hint of blonde hair behind her, “Neither of you mind, right?” Your movements are incredibly awkward, avoiding Furina to look over at Navia, who nods at you. A small part of Furina is irked by it, it's as if you two are hiding something from her.
“Sure, the more the merrier right?” Step one is successful.
However it proves to be difficult to complete step two, due to how focused you are on your shopping. Why are you choosing between two different buttons like your life depends on it? She’s trying to charm you here!
“Navia, which of these fabrics would fit better?” You’ve been calling that name way too often for Furina’s liking. She’s quite knowledgeable in the art of textiles too you know. What makes Navia better than her?
There's a growing ache in her chest when she sees you smiling at Navia, Why don't you look at her that way? Then you giggle at something Navia said, Furina can feel strings tugging at her heart, breaking it apart, an uncomfortable feeling gnaws inside her.
She is quickly regretting her whole plan, it is clear that you are enamored with that girl already. And Furina is no match for someone that amazing, it hurts her to say but all she's doing right now is holding you back from true happiness.
Feeling dejected, Furina says her half-hearted goodbyes, leaves you two to the date that she almost ruined, then laid in the comfort her bed, embracing her sorrows. She doesn't remember much after that.
Before she knew it, Furina had been wallowing in her room for the past three days. What snaps her out of it is the knock on her door, followed by a voice she registered as yours. Wait, you're here!? But she looks like an absolute mess!!
“Uhm! Just a minute! I have some…confidential information I need to put away!” It’s not perfect but it's the only excuse she can think of.
“Oh, Alright then! Take your time.” Oh she definitely will. While she knows she can't compete with your beloved, at the very least she needs to look presentable enough for you. Yes, that's exactly why she’s dressed up and checked the mirror at least 3 times before finally opening the door.
She’s greeted by the view of you sitting down on her front porch, you stood up at the sight of her, huffing out a breath of relief. Did she worry you? Or were you just glad she finally opened the door? Or maybe you were huffing out of anger Furina’s inner thoughts clashed with each other.
“Forgive me for taking so long, there was- uh, some technical difficulties.”
You shake your head. “No need, It's my fault for coming over without informing you.”
“Would you like to come inside? We can chat over some tea.”
“I would love that.” You softly grin at her, which upsettingly sets off fireworks in Furina's heart. You're taken, she has to remind herself.
“Again, so sorry to bother you today Furina, I understand that you have a tight schedule and don't quite appreciate sudden visits.” You say as Furina goes to pour you a cup of tea. (the same brew she wanted to gift you that day)
“You’re lucky I had some free time today,” and the last three days, but you don't need to know that. “But next time, I’d appreciate a notice beforehand, then you wouldn't have to freeze out in the open for so long.” You nod once before grinning at her again.
And well, there's not much she can do when you give her your smile.
“But before that, could I ask you why you had been so distant the last time we met? I don't want to pry but I still want to help, is anything troubling you?” Furina panics, she didn't think you would notice, her mind is drawing blanks.
“Ohh that? I was uh-” She looks around her room, grasping for anything that she can get, she finds an idea when she spots the closet door she left ajar earlier. “–Reminded to clean out my closet! Yes, haha… Gotta replace old raggedy things with something better quality you know.” After all, what's the use of having some scrap and cheap imitation, when you can get something real, something far more suitable to you, something that’s not incomplete and considered a fraud by society.
“Oh I wouldn't be able to relate to that. I quite like my old clothes. It's the ones that have stayed with me through everything.” Furina does not give you a response, because she doesn't quite understand your interests in things that are deemed useless by most, and she probably never will.
“Anyways, I was mainly here to give you… this” You hand her a small box decorated with a blue ribbon on top, it was lightweight, and made a slight shuffling noise when she shook it. How did she miss your attempt at hiding this from her?
“I don't believe this is my birthday?” You chuckle at her dumbfounded expression.
“It is not a birthday present, Chiori was teaching me and Navia how to sew. So I decided to make something for you.” For her? You handcrafted this for her?
She opens the gift, to find a white haired doll with limbs sloppily sewn together, a crooked smile. Despite that, she recognises that it vaguely resembles herself. She also recognises the fabric it is made out of, and it finally hits her why you had been shopping with Navia.
how foolish of her! She tried to steal your attention when you were trying to make her the most thoughtful gift! The revelation badly embarrasses her, tinting her cheeks red, even just looking at you is far too much for her right now.
“W-well! it IS decent, not quite close to capturing my greatness… But, I appreciate your efforts. Thank you.” Damn it all, why did she have to stutter, and why can't her heart stop racing. She refuses to admit you made her feel this way.
“Now if you’ll excuse me, The Great Furina will need some time with herself.” She pushes you out of the room. “But—”
“Good bye!”
“Wait—” Furina slams the door on you before you could say anything. Once alone, she looks down at the beady eyes of the doll you handcrafted for her. Utterly ridiculous, she thinks. Who the hell is stupid enough to put that much effort on her? You did, and the thought of it ignites a giddy feeling in her chest, she cannot fight the smile forming on her face.
She keeps the doll near her person at all times, safe and unseen by others, but cherished just as much as she does you.
Diluc Ragvindr
Diluc believes that judging others before he gets to know them is incredibly shallow. What matters most to him is someone's values above all.
Yet, the guy you are currently speaking to brings a tight feeling in his chest. He can't stand him, it’s painfully obvious that he’s just trying to hit on you. Just who the hell does he think he is?
However Diluc deems it an irrational feeling, you are not his and he is not yours. No matter how many times his eye twitches every time that sleazy creature tries a pick-up line on you. Ridiculous he thinks, If Diluc were to court you he would do it properly, he wouldn't use something as immature as pick-up lines. You deserve the most beautiful flowers and sincere compliments that come from his heart, wait- but if you're into pick-up lines then maybe he would consider using them— He’s getting off track. Diluc could only sigh at the pathetic state he's in.
Despite how much he hates the vermin currently talking to you, he held some kind of respect for him due to his bravery. He has done something Diluc never managed to do, and that is to have the courage to court you.
That is why he’s stewing in jealousy while you're being whisked away by someone in the worst attire he’s ever seen. Your smile (that's not for him) tugs at Diluc’s heart, why can’t he be the reason you smile?
“You're practically shooting lasers at the guy.” A familiar, annoying voice stops his pity party, he can almost hear the smirk in his tone. “I didn't think you would be the jealous type.”
“Don't be ridiculous Kaeya, I’m just concerned whether or not his intentions with [Name] are pure.” He’s not being completely truthful, he’s aware, and so is Kaeya.
“Right, sure. And I eat slime condensate for breakfast.”
“Will you cut that out? I really am just concer—” Before Diluc could defend himself, something else distracts him.
The slimeball next to you raises his hand and reaches for the top of your head. Suddenly something hot flashes inside Diluc, his mind is empty, what's left is the pure rage he feels at that scum’s audacity.
“[Name].” The way he says your name held no warmth, it caught both you and the guy’s attention. His sudden attempt at diversion worked, the hand stops mid-air as you turn around to face Diluc. He releases a sigh of relief, the dark look he had before escapes, then panic catches up to him.
“Yes, Sir Diluc?” You inquire, tilting your head in confusion. Oh sevens. He’s lost it. The regret of what he just did is hitting him way too late.
He definitely didn't plan this far ahead.
But he feels the urgency to say something, anything as long as it gets rid of the man next to you.
“I- uh-” Yet he can't think of anything to answer, you and the thing next to you stared at him, waiting for an answer.
In the midst of his scrambled brain, Kaeya interrupts with a smirk. “He was wondering whether you would be available to help him with managing the bar, it's going to be a busy day you see.”
Your tense shoulders relax, then you smile at Diluc, which replaces his internal panic with butterflies in his stomach.
“I’d be glad to help, Sir Diluc.” Oh how he wishes to stay in that moment forever, just you and him, with no sleazebags trying to hit you up.
“Well, I-uh, I deeply appreciate it.” Diluc can already tell Kaeya is resisting the urge to laugh in his face. He supposes he’ll let him this time, Kaeya helped to give him an excuse to spend some time with you after all. The man next to you though, is clearly not okay with this at all, the frown on his face says it all. But it goes away quick, replaced by a sly grin directed at you.
“Oh come on! You promised me a date didn't you?”
“I didn't promise you anything. Now please excuse me, I have some important business to attend to.” you turn to walk away from the guy, you walk towards Diluc. The guy doesn't seem to understand your rejection though.
“But—”
“I believe they’ve already made their point clear.” Diluc intervenes, refusing to accept a no is something that he cannot stand. He stared him down like a hawk, no other words were said, Diluc’s cold gaze sent a shiver down his spine.
“Fine, whatever.” With his tail tucked between his legs, the guy finally decides to leave.
“Thanks Diluc, the guy just refused to give up, no matter what I said.”
His eyes lit up upon your clear disinterest. “It was my pleasure.” His heart was no longer beating quickly due to panic, but because of the warm look you gave him that made his knees weak.
“So you’re not interested in dating at all?” Fuck. He forgot Kaeya was still there. He sends his brother a deadly glare at his question, which he responds with a playful shrug.
You hum, thinking of a way to answer. Every second fills Diluc with dread, does he have any chance at all?
“I think my type is more the broody businessman type.” Even though you answered Kaeya’s question, you stared at Diluc intently. Your answer leaves him stunned silent, yet internally he can't stop feeling elated. He turns away to hide the grin on his face, he must look like an idiot right now.
