Summary: Nanami has a crush. Higuruma sufferers from a severe case of insomnia which results in a bloodbath. Mei Mei turns out to be a very capable wingwoman. Kusakabe has a cameo and Gojo … well he’s Gojo. Also: There’s a one night stand which someone forgets about, lots of responsibility and did I mention that they were roommates?
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He couldn't believe it. There was just no way. How many times had he wished for this to happen? Secretly, just by himself? Besides, he couldn't remember how he got into this absurd situation. Well, he could but … it had been a normal working day for him. Even in the middle of the week. It wasn't even Friday or Saturday. Days on which such situations usually occur more frequently. It was during the week. And tomorrow morning he would probably get up again at 5:30, exercise and get on the subway with the rest of the working world. Do his crazy job, return home and meet this man in the lobby? How on earth would he be able to do that? Look him in the eye without remembering him naked, drunk and … in a more than PG-13 kind of way?
Nanami always had his fixed routine, which he stuck to and didn't deviate from if possible. But he just couldn't turn down the offer. There was just no way. If he had smiled sheepishly at the offer, waved him off and thanked the handsome man for his advances, he would have lain awake and be hopping mad until the next morning. Just the way he had looked at him was all it needed. His small dark eyes turned up to Nanami, accentuating their difference in height. His angular face with unsettlingly dark eyes ... sitting next to him, leaning casually on the bar. The words that Kento had imagined to hear so often, when he was all by himself, rolled so easily off the other's lips. He smiled confidently, his signature nose wrinkling a little…
It send shivers down his spine just thinking about it.
Nanami had lived in his apartment for four years now. He had been looking for the right room layout for a long time: an open kitchen, balcony, spacious bedroom and a modern bathroom were very difficult to find in his price range. It had taken forever, was exhausting and inefficient. Most of the time he was glad enough to be able to attend the showing, with his job being just crazy. He didn’t even bother to explain to the landlord what he did for a living. He just put ‘consultant’ in the application. That was why he hadn't even asked about the neighbors during the search. Although this had often been an indicator when he was looking for an apartment, when he saw the apartment he suddenly didn't care. He signed the contract as quickly as possible and moved in immediately. Only to find out later that he should have asked about the neighbors after all.
Because as it turned out, having a crush was very annoying.
Whenever Nanami saw his neighbor down the hall or in the elevator, he knew it would be an unproductive evening. He would prepare dinner and think about his neighbour. He would open a bottle of wine and wonder which wine his crush would prefer. Or which alcohol he generally liked? Then Nanami would open a book, read a few pages without remembering a word and imagine and his thoughts would create scenarios of what it would be like to enjoy the wine together. Or whatever alcohol. Frustrated, he would close the book, put the wine aside, and take an extensive, rather steamy, shower.
It was that kind of crush. And there was no way he could tell anyone.
He had finally gained a good reputation among his friends and colleagues. He was considered reliable and efficient. 'A pragmatic man with clear goals in mind.' That's how Mei Mei once described him. 'And with a frustrating sex life.' He decided to erase the last part from his memories. His sex life was none of her business. At all. But still she was right. He hated that she was.
Nanami took his job very seriously and always performed his duties with superior diligence. He hated nothing more than working overtime and had discovered early in life that if you completed any task immediately with great accuracy, you didn't have to work overtime. He always finished work at the same time. At six o'clock sharp he held his ID card up to the timer and simultaneously pressed the elevator button with his other hand. Just to not have to be at work a second longer than was necessary.
So it bothered him all the more when he was denied free use of his already limited free time. Because of a man at that.
For a long time, Nanami had thought about simply asking his neighbor out on a date. But also for a long time he didn't even know his name. It wasn't until a few weeks after seeing him for the first, that he noticed him getting his mail out of the mailbox in the evening. From then on he not only knew the name of his crush, but also where it lived.
Higuruma Hiromi. Seventh floor, east side.
Nanami himself lived on the east side, three floors above Higuruma. It was a wonderful sight. Waking up most mornings to a sun-flooded room. The thunderstorms also mostly approached from that side of the city. From the fifth floor, the apartments had floor-to-ceiling windows, which offered a magnificent view. From inside and outside.
Nanami shook his head. Now he probably had no more excuses.
"He must be tired after work."
"He looks so grumpy, I'm sure he'll turn me down."
"He's in a relationship."
"He's not gay."
"I'm probably too young for him.”
All those hypothetical excuses became merely hypotheses. Now that he knew where Higuruma Hiromi lived, all he had to do was knock on the door and ask him out. That would give him all the information he needed.
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Never in his life did Kento expect Higuruma to leapfrog him. Never in his life did he dream that his neighbor would reciprocate his feelings.
And yet, here they were. In Higuruma's apartment. Which, by the way, resembled his own in layout as expected. Which didn't matter at the moment, though, since Higuruma was standing in front of him, slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt.
However, Nanami felt a little guilty. The kind of guilt that creeps up quietly and comes to light at the wrong moment.
Kento wasn't a bad man. Honor and principles had always been important to him. And he wasn't stupid either. It quickly became clear to him, while still being at the bar near their apartment building, that Higuruma hardly even knew his name. It didn’t need astonishing intelligence to figure that one out.
His advances were tinged with a light alcohol scent and his cheeks were visibly flushed. By coincidence they had both visited the bar in the neighborhood that evening and apparently it also wasn't more than coincidence that Higuruma had chosen Kento as his fling toujours .
Coincidences. Nothing else.
But Kento had thrown his principles overboard fairly quickly, deciding that it was okay to put your own interests ahead of others from time to time. Especially since the interests in this case led to the same result.
Maybe this night would bring him the closure he needed to finally break free from his embarrassingly pubertal crush.
They didn't say a word on the way back to their apartment building. Silently and with hasty steps, they hurried into the elevator and up to the seventh floor. Already in the elevator, Higuruma had started to undo Nanami's tie. The mutual excitement filled the cabin and whoever had boarded would not have lasted a second with them in it. Nanami had no idea what happened today that made his neighbor so sexually charged, but he wouldn't complain. Quite the contrary.
But when they entered the apartment and Higuruma pulled him towards the bedroom, Nanami suddenly had doubts. Guilt was a cunning emotion.
Not only was Higuruma significantly more drunk than himself. He also had no idea about Nanami's feelings for him, the wine and the showers.
He felt like he was taking advantage of his neighbor.
But all those thoughts disappeared when Higuruma started to undress. Everything about him seemed to be the way he had imagined. From his slim frame to the color of his underwear. Black. He probably bought them in a value pack. Which was a weird thought to have in this situation but it lowkey turned Kento on. Not even knowing if it was true it would speak volumes about the other’s efficiency.
Nanami stripped away all his worries along with his jacket and decided to shy away from his principles just for once.
After all that, he would take the elevator, go up three floors, and put this phase of his life behind him. Cured from this devilish handsome man.
Higuruma wouldn't remember anything with his blood alcohol level anyway.
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There’s a fic on fanfiction(.)net that I’ve kept tabs on for years to see if it’s been updated or not. While I’m no longer even in the fandom it’s written for, it just has one of the greatest storylines I’ve ever read. Last time it was updated was 2011.
The other day, I decided to reread the entire thing and leave a very in-depth review of what I thought of each chapter. I also mentioned how I started reading it when I was 13 and am now 21, but always came back to see if it was ever finished because I loved it so dearly.
Today, said author sent me a private message saying that her analytics showed that the story was still getting views even after all these years, but no one ever bothered to leave reviews other than “update soon!!!”, so she never felt motivated enough to finish it. She said that me reviewing every single chapter with lengthy paragraphs made her cry and meant the world to her. She also mentioned that she felt encouraged to write the two remaining chapters needed to complete the story and that she would send me a message the night before she updates the fic.
I’m literally sobbing. I’m so excited :’)
Please always remember to leave a review when reading fanfiction!!! It means a lot to a writer.
literally anyone who leaves a comment on a fic with quotes and their thoughts on the quotes they’ve picked out….. ur for real curing me of all of my illnesses literally the purest form of love
Note: this is just my personal perception of the character and that might vary from person to person
voiced by my fav VA
mysterious man
let’s go
he is tall and handsome but introvert to no end
he is probably also traumatized and scared about stuff I don’t understand cause I am nowhere that old but let’s face it: He has been through a lot
but because he has been through so much he’s technically qualified as master of disaster
there is almost nothing making him lose his calm except for his S/O be in some form compromised/in danger/hurt
but when he does you don’t want to be the cause of his anger because he will bring hell on you
he’s learned that he is fine on his own but better with one strong ally
so if that ally gets hurt in any way he going to protect them one way or another
seriousness aside let's talk fluff
his love language is (in my opinion) acts of service
he doesn’t strike me as the person who would praise his S/O or constantly look for physical contact but rather someone who likes to show his appreciation through a home cooked meal or by picking them up
he likes being taken care of but also likes to take care of someone
so he loves it when his S/O is asking for help in any way
being shown that his existence still has significance to someone makes him feel so special
this way of showing affection just comes naturally for him
his S/O needs to be patient
this man has seen and endure so much that it would take him a long time to confess his feelings to someone since he knows how fleeting the present is
therefore his S/O also needs to be loyal and first and foremost sure about him because he doesn’t take these things lightly
if he says it he means it and better does his S/O
Fighting with him is an emotional mess
he strikes me as a sensitive but he won’t express his emotions as freely as their S/O might want to
this man doesn’t pick up on small hints
he needs an explanation for everything
so he might walk out of fights seeing them as unnecessary but later realizes they actually are bc it’s about their feelings as well
Maybe he has a tendency to be selfish?
one might think he’d been around so long that he’d notice everything with everyone bc he has so much practice but i can imagine that he (over all these years) got kind of numb to other people’s emotions
he learned that you can go about your daily business even if you hurt people’s feelings (if unintentionally) and still get your way
he is by no means a playboy
once he got comfortable with someone he will tell them everything they ask for
tells stories about all he has seen and done
is very detailed with that
asking him about his exes is a pain bc there are quite a lot
Genre: Modern AU, Fluff and the slightest bit of angst/heart ache?
Note: based on authors experience, so basically a piece for me to reminisce
Word Count: 1.4k
You stood impatiently at the door, waiting for the train to finally come to a stop. You weren't quite sure why you were so excited. The last time you saw him was 4 years ago in the summer. Objectively, that's not a long time. However, in a phase of life in which a lot changes. So was he even still himself? What if he changed everything you once liked about him?
It was pure coincidence that you would meet here today. A few months ago you found his e-mail address while cleaning up and then wrote a carefully worded text. Just to test if the address was still in use. Just to see if he would answer you at all. If he remembered you?
An answer came surprisingly quickly. Already the next day. You've written to each other a lot since then. Almost like a modern correspondence. The emails were long and detailed, and over time you found yourself taking the time to respond. That you read them more than once and also type your answers well thought out. And then waited impatiently for him to answer. The emails were ridiculously long and the way you would respond to one email thread up to 43 times reminded you of earlier times.
Again the uncertain emotion surfaced. A stirring feeling inside you that always happened to make its presence felt when you thought of him. Even back then, it was your constant companion and although you spent lots of time carrying it around, you weren't quite sure what that gut feeling was trying to tell you.
But then at some point it was too late. The chance to get to the bottom of the matter was lost. Without a word Kaeya was gone. He had just left.
At first you didn't want to admit to yourself that it hurt you as much as it just did. Why? What did his disappearance have to do with you? It wasn't like he was your boyfriend or like you fell in love with him. So why did it hit you so hard?
Nevertheless, you were looking forward to the upcoming encounter. Even if it was only for 30 minutes. The idea had been obviously his. Kaeya had always been quite spontaneous. So when you were visiting your parents you had wanted to meet up. Because for some coincidence he had also planned to visit his family during that time. But he had to cancel his trip because of work and stay at home.
Although you grew up in the same town, you now live far away from each other.
In an e-mail answering to his apology of not being able to make it, you mentioned that you would have a short stay of about half an hour in his town and, being spontaneous as he was and is, he suggested that you meet there. The whole drive to here you had been racking your brains about what you would say to him. What would you talk about? Exchanging emails was one thing as you could always think about what to say. A conversation, however, was something else entirely.
As the train pulled into the station, you looked around for him impatiently. Expecting he would already be waiting for you on the platform, your eyes darted over the waiting people as the train gradually came to a halt. And indeed you recognized him immediately. Despite the passage of time, he was still the same. Looked like you remembered him. Tanned, piercing eyes and the same charming smile. Kaeya had apparently already spotted you as well and jogged alongside the train to stand in front of the doors when they opened.
He beamed at you and took your luggage. And as expected, he took you in his arms and as expected, the sinking feeling in your stomach increased. The feeling that probably wasn't love.
"You look the same as you did then. You haven't changed at all.", he said and looked beamingly into your eyes. This man was as charismatic as ever.
Suddenly you thought back to the beginning of your time together. Before you really got to know him, you only knew Kaeya from class. The idiot who had to take on every professor or teacher he was supposed to pay respect to. After just a few weeks of being in the same class together, you realized that this guy wasn't made for educational institutions. While everyone laughed about his jokes or rolled his eyes at his behavior, you took a step back to observe. Eventually you came to the conclusion that he would have to find his own way. And you were generally glad not to have anything further to do with him. What got around in town and among the students were stories of all his parties, which were held at his parents' house. In and of themselves, they didn't sound bad. Kaeya was by no means arrogant and he lived with his parents and brother in a perfectly average house. The parties actually sounded very chill and intriguing. But you heard who he went to bed with there and similar rumors circulated about his friends. So your opinion of him was overall rather negative.
However, as you found out later, you were very far from the truth. Because Kaeya in private was something completely different than Kaeya with his friends in class. As it turned out, he had a crush on you back then. Which of course he never told you. (You found out years later from a mutual friend.) Eventually, you forgot why, you started spending a lot of time together outside of class. You talked for hours on walks across the fields with the wind pulling on your hair and clothes and found that you shared views and opinions and preferences. You would never have believed that he could be so profound. All you knew about him were the stories of parties and flings and fights with professors. And even during the whole time spent together, you would never have thought that he might have had feelings for you.
You kissed once. In summer. And eventually your friends started seeing you in a double pack. It was then always assumed that one would bring the other along. You understood each other. Trusted each other blindly. He had been by your side in the dark moments and called you over when he needed you. But despite all these things, you never saw him as your boyfriend. Neither one of you ever brought up the subject. And eventually Kaeya was gone. Without a word.
"What's that face you're making?" he asked, pulling your arm slightly out of the way to let other people pass.
"Huh? What?" He snapped you out of your thoughts and smiled at him. "Hi! Long time no see."
"I know it's not that much time, but shall we sit in a café? It's so noisy here. I want to use every minute to talk to you. I’m so glad we can still meet like this." He pulled your suitcase behind him and you naturally followed him.
As you rode down the train station escalators and he guided you to a coffee shop, your mind played out all sorts of scenarios. Like a supercomputer, you went through all the topics of conversation and possible outcomes.
You hadn't seen this man in 4 years. After he just left. Back then almost everyone asked you where he was. When he would be back. Everyone assumed you had the answer. That he would have shared it with you because you seemed to have that special connection. But in the end he wasn't your boyfriend. A very good friend that you only really knew for a few months. Someone you briefly thought might be the one for life, but who you've never officially dated. Even if everyone else thought so.
And after all the hours you've easily spent together, endless chatter and light-hearted banter…
…4 years later you're trying to figure out how to have 30 minutes of conversation without blaming him and bursting into tears because he had walked away without a word.
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Note: Set in Genshin Impact Universe. Slight time skip to when Ayakak is early 20s. Y/N is same age as her. Hopefully this is the first part of a series.
Dear Y/N,
I hope you have been doing well and that you have returned from your travels safely. Today I am writing to you not on business but on personal matters. I might need to go far afield to explain myself and surly, this must be a bit confusing for you but please bear with me. I will explain.
When I saw you for the first time it was like my head had been lifted out of the water. For a mere second I was able to see the sky in all its beauty and to take a deep breath of fresh air before being pulled back under water.
I know that when Ayaka brought you home for a visit that you would be good for her. I hoped that you would give her stability for when she needed it. I hoped you would turn out to be a reliable friend. Simply because I wouldn’t be able to do that for her anymore. As you know, shortly before the two of you became friends our life changed entirely and both she and I were fighting with change. So I was happy she would have another friend next to Thoma. So first and foremost I am grateful to you. You made my life easier without even knowing. Thanks to you I did not have to worry that much about my sister.
As you know I am a busy man. And I loathe small talk and I prefer not to waste any time on these unimportant things. But from the day you sat foot on our estate and I saw you across the stone garden I knew that I had to talk to you. Back then it would have been little appropriate for me to confront you and tie you up in a long conversation as to our difference in age. But nonetheless I yearned for your presence. Please do not be scared by what I have to say. Let me continue. I do not intend to brag but I have a lot on my plate. So many things need taking care of and the only person to do that is myself. Dealing with interests of the clan, fulfilling the duties as head of the Shuumatsuban and being rejected by the Tri Commission every other day is tiring. For some time I was worried about my own future for once. Always having an ear for everyone else … I forgot my own personal interests for a while. And it dawned on me that between everything and everyone I might have to make peace with the fact that I will not live my happiest life. After a while I thought that would be alright. Bearable. If it is for the greater good, I told myself, I will be okay not marrying or marrying someone I barely know. I might be fulfilled by being an uncle to Ayakas child. If I die, the family line will not die with me and I have faith in my sister. She is the most capable woman I have seen in my life so far.
That thought occurred while you were away on your travels. And may I say that - although I am happy for you to have been able to go - it made me miserable. At first I thought I might just not feel well. Or that it was the situation with the Hunting Decree or what else was going on around that time. Just one night when Ayaka mentioned how much she missed you and that she had so much to tell you when you would be back … only then I realized I felt the same way about you. I was well aware that we never really spoke. You probably have never seen me that way. To you I was mainly, and maybe only, Ayaka’s brother.
I hope that you did not. From very deep within my heart I hope that you did see me in that way. I am also knowing that what I write to you in this letter must come as a surprise to you. I know, it can be dangerous for me to write about my feelings for you in this letter and I know that there is the possibility of you not requite my feelings for you. If that should be the case - please let me know and I will never speak of it any further. But after you have been away for so long, with the possibility of settling down somewhere and never returning - I had to make sure to let you know of my feelings for you.
Sincerely,
Kamisato Ayato
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Note: Set in Genshin Impact Universe. Slight time skip to when Ayaka is in her early 20s. Y/N is same age as her. Hopefully this is the first part of a series.
Dear Y/N,
I hope you have been doing well and that you have returned from your travels safely. Today I am writing to you not on business but on personal matters. I might need to go far afield to explain myself and surly, this must be a bit confusing for you but please bear with me. I will explain.
When I saw you for the first time it was like my head had been lifted out of the water. For a mere second I was able to see the sky in all its beauty and to take a deep breath of fresh air before being pulled back under water.
I know that when Ayaka brought you home for a visit that you would be good for her. I hoped that you would give her stability for when she needed it. I hoped you would turn out to be a reliable friend. Simply because I wouldn’t be able to do that for her anymore. As you know, shortly before the two of you became friends our life changed entirely and both she and I were fighting with change. So I was happy she would have another friend next to Thoma. So first and foremost I am grateful to you. You made my life easier without even knowing. Thanks to you I did not have to worry that much about my sister.
As you know I am a busy man. And I loathe small talk and I prefer not to waste any time on these unimportant things. But from the day you sat foot on our estate and I saw you across the stone garden I knew that I had to talk to you. Back then it would have been little appropriate for me to confront you and tie you up in a long conversation as to our difference in age. But nonetheless I yearned for your presence. Please do not be scared by what I have to say. Let me continue. I do not intend to brag but I have a lot on my plate. So many things need taking care of and the only person to do that is myself. Dealing with interests of the clan, fulfilling the duties as head of the Shuumatsuban and being rejected by the Tri Commission every other day is tiring. For some time I was worried about my own future for once. Always having an ear for everyone else … I forgot my own personal interests for a while. And it dawned on me that between everything and everyone I might have to make peace with the fact that I will not live my happiest life. After a while I thought that would be alright. Bearable. If it is for the greater good, I told myself, I will be okay not marrying or marrying someone I barely know. I might be fulfilled by being an uncle to Ayakas child. If I die, the family line will not die with me and I have faith in my sister. She is the most capable woman I have seen in my life so far.
That thought occurred while you were away on your travels. And may I say that - although I am happy for you to have been able to go - it made me miserable. At first I thought I might just not feel well. Or that it was the situation with the Hunting Decree or what else was going on around that time. Just one night when Ayaka mentioned how much she missed you and that she had so much to tell you when you would be back … only then I realized I felt the same way about you. I was well aware that we never really spoke. You probably have never seen me that way. To you I was mainly, and maybe only, Ayaka’s brother.
I hope that you did not. From very deep within my heart I hope that you did see me in that way. I am also knowing that what I write to you in this letter must come as a surprise to you. I know, it can be dangerous for me to write about my feelings for you in this letter and I know that there is the possibility of you not requite my feelings for you. If that should be the case - please let me know and I will never speak of it any further. But after you have been away for so long, with the possibility of settling down somewhere and never returning - I had to make sure to let you know of my feelings for you.
Sincerely,
Kamisato Ayato
This is the first part of series. You can continue reading here!
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Note: This work is purely fictional and any similarities with already existing stories is concidental. This is also set in the Genshin Impact universe. I might elaborate on some of these.
Starring: Ayato, Diluc, Kaeya
Pairing: CharacterxGN!Reader
Genre: Fluff!
Diluc.
You only had seen him a bunch of times. Altogether maybe 10. Being a traveling merchant you only came to Mondstadt a few of times of the year. You always looked forward to seeing the city of Mondstadt with its huge windmill-like towers and their many local specialties. It was a welcome change compared to cold Snezhnaya and you always volunteered for the trips. Seldomly someone was opposing your wishes because it was a difficult journey. One of many stops in Mondstadt was the Dawn Vinery. And it wouldn’t be exaggerated to say you love it there. Not just because of the wine and the view but also, and maybe especially, because of its owner.
Every year you came back you worried he might have gotten married or met someone while you were away. Sometimes, on the long way there, you imagined what it feel like to confess your childish crush to him. But soon after these imagines reality got the better of you and you reminded yourself not to be ridiculous. You were not just a merchant. In fact you represented the chartered trading company of Snezhnaya. But overall, to him, you probably were just a merchant.
You were all the more surprised when you reached the vinery and had Diluc waiting for you. He greeted you with your full name, which was a difficult undertaking by itself and when he shower you around. You always had to check the premises and take notes for your reports but it got to your attention that this time he was very calm and besides telling you the general information about the grapes and crop and harvest - he also included little anecdotes, about him and his brother. When your visit came to an end later at night and the carriage was being prepared to take you and your colleague to the next inn, Diluc began to stall. To keep you tangled up in conversation. By the fourth time your colleague called for you he finally mustered up the courage to speak what was on his mind. “Would you mind staying for a bit longer? Maybe just the night? I will get you to the inn tomorrow myself so that you can continue your journey but please stay for dinner. I have been impatiently awaiting your next visit and can’t bear having you to leave so soon.”
Ayato.
As the head of the Kamisato Clan he was practically old fashioned and classy. He knows that dating publicly would mean for everyone in Inazuma to know and that you ‘d most likely be the talk of town. So he confesses his feelings to you in a heartfelt and honest love letter. This letter was unlike any of the kind you received before. Well written, the words wisely chosen and the seal of his family embellishing every page. He writes about how he thought about you since you came home as Ayakas friend for the first time and how he is worried that you only noticed him as her older brother and never saw him in that way. He also compliments your character and manner, the way you treat the people around you and the servants when you visit their estate. He says that he was secretly looking forward to every one of your visits and even more to the ones you didn’t announce beforehand. Nevertheless he informs you about the obstacles if you would be to date and that regardless of how you may feel - his intentions are honest and truthful. He intends to be with you for what may come.
(The actual letter is here as a separate work.)
Kaeya.
Man is drunk. And he doesn’t even mean to let you know. Yet. He was planning on taking you up on Starsnatch Cliff and telling you then. But the day you were supposed to go, a sudden change of the weather scotched his plan and surprised the both of you halfway there. And now you’ve been sitting at the tavern, near the fireplace, enjoying a friendly beer together. Just the way it has always been. So you thought. You have known him for so long and you have spent so many nights at the tavern that you wouldn’t have dared to imagine that tonight might be different. Little did you know.
After his third or fourth beer and after your drenched clothes dried he began to talk. And just to make sure there are no misunderstandings here: Kaeya is a man who knows how to hold his liquor well. His tolerance for alcohol, especially beer, was impressive. It therefore was quite unusual for him to go on blabbering after just the fourth pint. So he starts by venting about the weather and how you’re probably going to catch a cold and that he is very sorry for insisting on going even though you had concerns about the weather. He admits that you were right (which painted a satisfied smile on your face) and that he only did it because there was something he wanted to talk to you about. When you asked what it was Kaeya looked around, making sure no-one sat particularly close to the two of you and sighed. And he let go. Of all the things he prepared to say and the speech about how he felt and all the grand words he looked up to describe every little emotion to the last detail. He just reached for your hand, giving you the chance to pull away. But when you didn’t he just looked at you and smiled weakly. “I like you.” You asked him since when. Still not pulling your hand away. Kaeya quietly admitted to pining for you since almost half a year and when you heard that you squeezed his hand tightly. “Don’t worry.” You said. “I’ve been into you much longer.”
