𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑻𝑨: 𝑺.𝑺.

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[chiyoso]

“a bouquet of thunder and storms”

g. impact : wanderer.

he thinks of himself as undeserving, of such treatment, but in the end, here you are, relaying and stating the otherwise.

Ა content warnings; fluff · suggestive themes · wanderer flirts w/you cause he picked it up from those humans around the akademiya · female reader · wanderer is a prick frfr · sprinkle of assholiness · light kissing · friends to lovers · pretty baby doesn't know how to deal with emotions · he's so in love frfr.

Ა author notes; HAPPY BELOVED BIRTHDAY to my bratty, traumatized pretty boy <3 may his slender waist continue to be grabbable and his whole self continue to be breedable <3

“you really, really didn't have to.”

“oh, but i just really, really had to.” you retort, the corners of your having this shit-eating smirk, both arms stretched out, holding out this obnoxiously large bouquet of inazuman specialties, mixing in with sumeru plants as well.

may his observation skills be damned, (having them obtained through being a runaway fatui member) it doesn't slip under his gaze that you're just struggling to hold the bouquet up too.

if this was a weapon, raised provokingly at him, he'd know what to do, and what to say.

but the puppet isn't faced with one, regrettably so. “you have all the time in the world,” you break the predictable silence, as well as the more rousing thoughts in his head. “don't you dare give me the ’i can't take care of living things,’ excuse.”

“you have me, i, as your beloved, accomodating, pretty-amazing-ravishing traveling partner, pretty sure you got all the care-training you need.”

his deadbeat blank stare shifts from your gift, to your face, abundant with annoying pride. something easy to get rid of. your expression, he means. then he smirks, faintly, crossing his arms.

“right,” he shifts his weight in one leg. “i guess it's better than you, considering,” your expression narrows, just as his turn more painfully amused.

“it can't make loud noises, it won't pester and annoy me endlessly, it stays put, and really, sun and water? it doesn't need much to be taken care of, unlike you.” ah, he can be such an insensitive prick sometimes.

your hand wraps firmer around the base of the bouquet, heat rising and spread all over your cheeks as you gaze down the beautifully arranged gift, conflicting feelings getting in the way of you handling this with your usual demeanor. being calm, teasing him back as usual.

but something about this specific exchange set something heavy inside you. after all, he doesn't know that you handpicked the majority of these flowers when the two of you briefly traveled to inazuma, as well as sneakily making your way to local sumeru places once you two came back.

it's his birthday too, you can't be too mad at him.

he notices it, that subtle drop in the air. your lips part, and you sigh under your breath, the floral arrangements hiding you, but the sound of your breath doesn't escape his keen sense of hearing.

he could dodge, easily tilt his body sideways, he could, he saw your arm movement, your feet repositioning, you were going to thrust his gift at him, 50/50 between his face or his chest.

but he lets you do so, even if your gift was now smothered all over his face.

because. “you're so mean,” you speak out softly, maybe a little bit of genuinity, weakness growing and apparent in your tone.

“i don't need flowers,” because i already have you.

“but it's- it's your birthday,” your voice softens more, wanting to hide the specific sound of it when your throat lumps. it was a familiar situation, but everytime you're in this state, it gives something inside him an unwelcomed feeling. throb, throb, throb. it hurts. not again.

you lower the bouquet, but it stops mid-way, feeling something wrap around your knuckles, holding it the bouqet place.

the smell of his homeland. it feels both nostalgic, and bittersweet, something he's been feeling everytime he thinks back to inazuma, or whenever you mention his birthplace, and instead of anything related to rage and heartache, the thunderous storm doesn't plague him anymore.

“so this gift is just an obligation.”

your eyes dart up, flickering with annoyance and fire. there she is. “so i was just obligated to spend this past week gathering, and searching these flowers for you, huh?” you don't notice it in your fit of irritation, but his gaze softens, only subtly.

he did the same thing once. an effort he's familiar with, only to be met with a traumatic end. he feels bad, he really does. and he doesn't like how you stir this specific emotion within him all too easily.

he's not going to show it though. “your hardwork is wasted on me,” it really is. “so i don't understand, i really don't understand why you'd put that kind of time and effort to someone-” he swallows, “to someone unbefitting, like me.”

his gulp doesn't go unnoticed once the wave of unpleasantness ends, along with him being avoidant of your gaze. “i don't understand,” he repeats under his breath, chanting the only assuring three words in his head to quell himself.

everything made more sense.

his hostility, his over the top defense whenever you do something you do something similar like this, whether it'd be just simply making him his favorite meal, or provoking a fatui skirmisher in his stead before breaking out into an easy, winnable fight.

the “i can do this alone”'s now being translated in your head as “i don't want you to get hurt,” since his actions spoke louder than his dialogues.

the “can you stay put?”'s laced with annoyance, but he kept himself close to you, a hand ready to yank you off bridal style when trouble arrives, or simply because he knows that you get lost easily.

you understand. you lower yourself to place the bouquet gently on the grass, all while keeping your gaze at him as he followed your movement.

then you smile, and this was maybe the most warmest smile he's ever received from you. do it a few more times, and he'll vocally find himself asking for it. “didn't know you're even meaner to yourself,” you laugh heartily, and his eyes widen, not giving him a chance to react as your hands clasp his both of his cheeks, ignoring the intentional weight you put into your hands that made your gesture follow the category of a slap.

he deserved it for his insensitivity earlier though.

if this were a usual day, scheduled with a usual spar, ending with a usual victory he'd always win, he wouldn't comment on the close proximity you two shared in the majority of your time together.

infact, he'd ignore it, he'll attempt to push the imagery of those moments away, cause it's unnecessary, it's not a necessary thought for someone like him, it really isn't.

this wasn't a spar though.

“happy birthday you big. annoying. meanie.” why did your immature words fit your warm tone.

shit, it hurts, it hurts, his chest hurts so bad. stop.

it's like he was reduced to a mere plaything again, your lips being the soft brush that paints over his canvas, his cheeks, growing more red once he realizes the contact has been made.

you could say he was briefly knocked out, it was a sensation familiar to being concussed in a fight, but it also wasn't, and he put no effort to stop you in whatever... you were doing right now, his hands itching to grasp at your shoulders, but it stays hovered over them, trembling while his face endured the heat of a thousand suns, not even a gorey sight can make his expression contort to something like this.

all frenzied, panicked, confused, his breath having these hiccups, as your lips linger a little far too long, letting him feel the way you move in subtly as you give him one, two, three more pecks.

three kisses for what exactly? for what? what were you playing at? was this revenge for the amount of times he's held glory of you while you lay exhausted, humiliated in defeat in your spars together? don't make him laugh. this is nowhere enough to render him wea—

“♪ happy birthday to you ♪” huh.

“♪ happy birthday to you~♪” this is childish. your arms simultaneously wrapping around his neck like a snake would. “♪ happy birthday, dearest ku~ni. ♪” his breath hitches. what were you doing.

“♪ happy birthday,” you catch the tears that flowed down his face with your lips, meaning, kissing him for the fourth time but just along his jawline. “to you ♪” you sigh dreamily, and your exhale also helped remind him to breathe again.

silence. you, him and the windy plains.

only the sounds of peace, and his soft weeping against your shoulder were audible. you don't know too much about his struggles, he did say he was over five centuries old, you're probably just a speck of dust for him, waiting to grow old and antique, but for him to assumingly be moved to tears by only this.

that deep, hidden affection for this pretty man, longing to be out in the open, to be acknowledge, maybe this was the time to let it out. and you did kiss him not once, but quadruple times anyways.

“happy birthday,” you whisper, you coo him to comfort, rubbing your thumb against his nape while the rest of your fingers wrapped around his neck. “you deserve it,” you hold him tighter, and he does the same with you, breathing you in like a breath of fresh air.

“you deserve it.” you reassure once more, and again, and another, all as he responds with self loathing, cutting him off everytime he so much utters a breath of negativity.

“...you're annoying.”

of course. the first sentence he'd say once his emotions and voice stabilized. “sure i am,” you hum, retracting your arms from around his neck, pulling back to, give him space, but right now, he reminded you of a plant that traps things.

things. you're things.

your subtle squirming only made things worse for you, having his grip from around your waist, now move up to your neck, keeping you close, to keep your breath close to his, against his neck.

“this is against the law.”

“i am law.” don't go.

“you were law.”

“i still am,” you groan to his familiar stubbornness, his arms making your cheeks puff, but you give up, you want to anyways, this side of him giving the butterflies in your stomach some good, and sweet nectar.

“just...” his voice softens, just as his embrace shifts more gently. “mhm,” you know. you return his embrace again, just like earlier, and he melts.

“...you're still annoying.”

“just say you want cake damn.”

and i didn't write anything for toji. i'm fuckimg dead. big sigh. that, and i might make a follow up smut of this, he deserves it.

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THIS MONTH’S APPLICATIONS ARE CLOSED!

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