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18 - words [♡]
will read it after i am done wirh college but u deserve fast reblogs soooo THANKU AUTHOR MWAAA
I love how at one point, my inbox just became a letterbox for people to send their cuteness aggression towards Phainon to. “hi harmony i hope you're doing well i want to squish phainon's cheeks and shower him in kisses and ahhsjsjdksjjd he drives me insane" "yes let's send it to that girl harmony, she'll get it"
we need more jett fanfics oh my god 💔💔💔
i used to think "oh there is such a shortage of aether fics" until i got into valorant. and i saw the real shortage of fanfics and art stories in it. i am going crazy for jett and there is little to no fanfic for her to the point i am getting out of art slump just to draw a mini comic for her to read fml (can't post any art here bcs i have a different art blog i wanna keep separate from my account here)
10 - nigetai [♡]
you were sitting in bed, bass nestled prettily between your legs as you slowly lean back against your headboard. your last conversation with phainon felt unfinished. you didn’t know how to feel about his furrowed brows, and whether or not it was your fault—were you the subject of his discomfort? you hope not.
it would just show you that there was no point in getting close to anyone new. it would all end the same anyway. every time you talk about yourself, it was just an endless stream of self-absorbance. you were bound to bore phainon some day. closing your eyes, you exhale with careful precision, making sure it doesn’t get picked up by your phone.
on the other end of the line, you hear dan heng shuffling. he adjusts his guitar pick between his thumb and pointer finger. clearing his throat, he notices your off-putting silence.
AHHH this is so good, i love how you express their emotions in such a symbolic way but oh god my heart is breaking for the upcoming parts
09 - utopia
₊˚ෆ college au!phainon x vocalist!reader.
synopsis; on a dreary night, a nameless band and singer relieves phainon of his homesickness. determined to find her once more, their worlds collide when phainon realizes: his favorite vocalist is his classmate (name).
genres/warnings; smau, college au, classmates to lovers, profanity, timestamps don’t matter, photographs are non-representative of reader, fem!reader.
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Aether having a few fanfics is criminal. He’s literally underrated in his own game😭
It would be even better if he is the abyss prince yk😩
No but seriously this man needs recognition because I’ve seen nothing but insults toward this cutie patootie.
05 - 想像の雨 [♡]
surprisingly, talking to phainon was a lot more exciting than you initially anticipated. at first—he seemed like an overly enthusiastic boy, barking at any opportunity to speak about siraph. it was strangely endearing, you must admit, seeing him care so much about your stage persona, atlas. after a solid week of chatting, you think you’ve grown a little comfortable with his presence. sitting beside him in class wasn’t as daunting or nerve-wracking as you remembered. he was incredibly friendly and optimistic. it was blinding every time he walked into lecture with a bright smile, ready to greet you.
lowering your head, you stare down at your phone. a frown etches itself into your face. although you should be excited at the prospect of making new friends, it didn’t stop the ache in your heart from blossoming. it was a familiar pain. the kind that pokes at you at the dead of night.
it’s been a while since you saw sunday. you wonder what he was up to. pressing your knees up to your chest, you lay your head against them. considering all that you know, you assume he was studying. he was a diligent man. before everything crashed, he was preparing his thesis—waiting to be accepted into a graduate program at his dream college.
it feels strange thinking about him again. it’s been a long while—four years to be exact, and yet you remember his face as clearly as yesterday. it was as if he never left you in the first place. perhaps you have gotten too used to seeing the color of phainon’s hair, it brought back unnecessary memories of what once was. it wasn’t often you saw people with white hair before the age of fourty. yet somehow, phainon reminds you of that old flame.
closing your eyes, you lean back into your chair. it creeks beneath your weight.
Hiii I'd like to ask for Dan Feng crumbs. Dan Feng x Reader but in corporate, with Dan Feng having a high position and reader is just some randomass worker.
They're married but hiding it so things don't have to be messy in the company but they slip up sometimes. Like accidentally grabbing each others employee card or smth
Just throw in some crack and some ✨imagination✨ THANK YOUUUU
Slip Ups
Dan Feng x Reader
You and Dan Feng are in cooperate. Uhm. Yeah
Warnings: Mentions of cheating (not for either of you)
Working in the same company as your spouse is completely fine and normal.
Working in the same company as your spouse when no one knows, on the other hand, is very difficult. Even more so when you’ve stayed with said spouse for so long you barely notice yourself doing things an average employee is not supposed to do with upper management.
Yes, your beautiful and precious husband, Dan Feng, managed to work his way up in the company and landed a spot on one of the best teams that works directly with the CEO. You’re very proud of his dedication and hard work. In fact, you encouraged him to keep going with his degrees just to make more money.
You were just an average employee. Not manager, not supervisor. None of it. Did you want to be? Absolutely not. You were not a fan of the attention. It was better to be in the background than to be in the spotlight, in all honesty. So long as you did your work, clocked out when needed, and minded your business, you’ll do it.
Sometimes you guys would slip up. I mean, it happens. You live together, you’re around each other a lot, so it should come as no surprise when you only realized you grabbed the wrong badge when you went to print something off and seeing your husband’s name instead.
Or when he would be down on your floor, go to your desk, take your coffee and go about his day. Oblivious to the stares that he got because you loved your coffee. You almost hit somebody over it too a few years ago but this man just snatched it right off your desk while you were sitting there.
You didn’t even flinch. You went to grab it, paused at the empty spot, and then just… kept working??? Hello?????
It also didn’t help that your floor was nosy. They gossiped and talked too much for your liking. So you had to be vigilant about being around each other. Don’t mess it up, don’t let people suspect you had something going on, stay low, stay quiet.
Email from: Dan Feng — Executive
What do you want for dinner?
You stared at your computer, the saxophones loud in your ears because one of your coworkers was talking to you about some TV show you couldn’t give less of a fuck of, and only stopped talking when they saw the email.
“Uhm,” they stared at you, “Why is Dr. Feng asking you about dinner?”
You could not, for the life of you, come up with a good excuse, “Because.”
“Because what?” They crossed their arms, their eyes narrowing in accusation.
You turned to them, “You can worry about my business when you give me the schedule I assigned to you three weeks ago.”
They sputtered, “I-I’m getting to it—“
“The amount of time you took to talk could’ve been used getting the schedule.”
“But—“
“Take the hint.” You watched as they sulked and went back to their desk. At least they were aware if they tried to gossip, you’d hold the fact they haven’t gotten work done over their head.
You typed on your computer.
Reply from: [ ] — Reviewer
You cannot email me on the work computers.
It didn’t take long for you to get a response.
Reply from: Dan Feng — Executive
Whoops.
You facepalmed, taking out your phone and texting him.
Damn him. You did tell them that.
Okay, sure. You both messed up a little bit, it wasn’t too noticeable unless someone was really paying attention. You could say low and discreet about everything.
It would’ve worked if Dan Feng hadn’t came down to your floor later that same day (again) and handed you a folder. “I need this done by the end of the week, dear—“
You quickly gave him a look, knowing he was going to call you one of those endearing names that he uses. You would’ve loved it otherwise. Just… not in this environment.
He, thankfully, took the hint and set the papers down on your desk. You sighed in relief when he left and surprisingly didn’t draw anymore attention to himself.
Alas, your little plan to stay hidden didn’t work as well as you both thought. Yes, yes, sure, you’ve been married for a few years now and worked at the company for a while now, but everybody else — specifically Dan Feng’s entire team — knew.
Honestly, they just loved to tease you both endlessly about it because you both were awful at hiding your relationship. The only reason it hasn’t gotten out to the other floors is because of them.
The boss knew. They’ve been known but they haven’t done anything because Dan Feng is good at his job and you keep your head down and do the work.
They definitely would’ve fired anybody else, but you both just got lucky. And plus, the boss knows you didn’t want to start anything anyway.
Which is why it was so funny when an entire cheating scandal was going on at your floor for several weeks, causing work to pile up. You did your part, of course, and helped your coworkers, who minded their business, with theirs too.
You just didn’t expect to get caught up in said scandal
“So who are you cheating on me with, huh?!” One of the workers shouted at her partner, clearly furious. Even more so when he’s been stuttering and lying this entire time. It was pathetic to watch.
“Like you even know—“
“No! I know it’s someone in the company so who?! Huh?!”
The man pointed at you, of all people, “They’re obviously a better girlfriend than you! All you do stalk me constantly and you’re just a bitch all the time!”
You pointed at yourself.
You???? What did you do?????
The woman turned her anger on you, “Are you fucking kidding me?!”
You outright laughed at both of them, “I don’t even talk to him.”
“Don’t even bother lying right now—“
You held up your left hand, “I’m married.”
Silence. Crickets. Everyone stared at you like you’ve grow a second head. This is only of the only times being married was a benefit. The other times it becomes a headache because your husband is like that best friend that you’re so close with they annoy the hell out of you despite the fact you love them a lot.
The woman pointed at the man, “You just lied to me again!”
“I-I didn’t— They cheated with me—!”
“Why are you all yelling?” And the devil shall appear. You twisted in your swivel chair, gesturing a hand over, “Hubby.”
Dan Feng raised a brow but went along with it anyway, “Wife.”
Everyone gaped again.
“But seriously.” He stared at the commotion, “I can hear you two floors up. We’re backed up on work, I don’t need to know who cheated on what. Just get your stuff done and turned in.”
Not like his words mattered anyway because that next week? Everybody who was behind on work for over three weeks were laid off— let go— fired.
Thank goodness you had your husband vouch for you. Well, you vouched for yourself and the boss could see the work you’ve already turned in, but still.
Those workers got replaced, and the office was quiet for once. It was heavenly.
Now you can be as unhinged as you want.
Dan Feng threw his phone across the room, his face dusted in red. His team whipped their heads at the sound, everybody very much concerned.
“You good?” Yingxing asked.
“Fine.” He strained.
That was not a slip up
A/N: LMAOOOO THAT WAS HILARIOUS I LOVE EXPERIMENTING
more people need to see this right now. i had so much fun reading this tyyy
How does one get 10K notes on a post.....
Ik it's April Fools.... But make it believable! Imagine how it would look like if I said I am divorcing Jing or Sunny!
Besides.... Don't be mean to Phainon! 😭 Seeing his reaction to someone saying such a thing would be amusing LOL
“HAHAHA...!” the man clutches his stomach, strands of silver-blue fly as he throws back his head.
“Oh... Oh my—” a wheeze seizes his lungs, hitched halfway through as he catches a glimpse of your unimpressed stare through the tears in his eyes.
He can't stop the giggle that slips out, “Oh dear Kephale—! You almost got me there!
But there's not even a twitch in your expression, not even a shift in your crossed arms.
“You are so funny, baby.” he pokes your cheek, grinning. “But can you give me that smile I love so much now?” praying to the Titans to not give into the tremble in his fingers.
You have exceptional acting skills — or at least, he hopes you are acting — P*ain*n realizes when the grave frown on your face still doesn't budge, not when he pokes your cheek again, not when he pinches it hard.
“Baby, I know you were just joking.” he drops his hands to grasp your shoulders, “Say sike right now?”
i hope the pastry u like never runs out when u r in the line to buy it (i love you)
02 - thor [♡]
phainon swore, from the bottom of his heart and on mydei’s mother, he turned on the right alarm. in a twisted turn of events, his phone had silently gone off in his sleep. without a second to waste, he jumps out of bed, throwing on the first thing he sees on his table: a bright orange hoodie and purple sweats. too busy rushing to his car, he leaves his hair uncombed. the glasses he threw on were just a few centimeters away from falling off his nose. in the heat of the moment, he completely forgot about mydei standing in the kitchen, holding up his share of pancakes. the promise of breakfast will have to wait next time.
phainon almost risks a speeding ticket before he finally makes it to his class. with an exhausted huff, he opens the door and is surprised to see only one person in the room: his seatmate, (name). sighing in a mixture of relief and frustration, he walks towards his seat. it was strange to have a seatmate in college, but his professor preferred assigned seating for attendance. scratching the back of his neck, phainon hurriedly runs his finger through his hair, brushing down as much fluff as he can before sitting down next to you.
even after placing his laptop down, you still hadn’t looked up from your phone. phainon could hear your earbuds emit a soft buzzing sound. trying not to disturb you, he opens his laptop, scrolling through some of the old assignments and readings.
now that he had time to think, he realized how horrid his luck was.
omg omg omg tysm for adding me to the taglist, i am so glad<3
The Phainon Handbook is here!
𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 | part four
𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐮𝐩!𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐱 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | part1 part2 part3
megumi's pov
“are you…crying?” yuji says, turning his whole head to look at megumi, completely forgetting he’s the one driving.
“ITADORI. EYES ON THE ROAD.” megumi snaps, hand shooting out to point at the windshield.
“SHIT, SORRY!” yuji jerks his eyes back to the road. “fushiguro, but y/n said she was joking about getting back with her ex. seriously.”
megumi relaxes a little, head tipping back so he’s staring at the car’s ceiling. “joking? why would she joke about that.” he says, sounding so bummed out.
yuji shrugs. “it’s a joke where you had to be there.”
megumi’s voice is quiet. “did u laugh?”
yuji side-eyes him. “no.”
megumi just sighs. loudly.
“fushiguro stop that, you two sure know how to ruin the wedding mood,” yuji says.
“shut up. it’s just that—” megumi starts, but he gets interrupted.
“WAIT.” yuji suddenly slams his hand over megumi’s chest, making him jump.
“WHAT?” megumi snaps.
“aren’t you with kurusu?” yuji demands, giving him a look.
megumi frowns. “where did you hear that?”
yuji keeps one hand on the wheel this time, the other still hovering near megumi’s chest like he just uncovered a national secret.
“don’t play dumb,” yuji says, narrowing his eyes. “everyone’s been saying it. you and kurusu are glued together earlier.”
megumi blinks at him, genuinely confused. “we were just standing next to each other.”
“for like twenty minutes.”
“because panda wouldn’t stop talking.”
yuji makes a face. “still. you two looked… close.”
megumi finally drags his eyes off the ceiling and looks at yuji. there’s no smugness, no teasing — just tired irritation. “we’re not together.”
“so that’s a no?” yuji presses.
“that’s a no,” megumi says flatly. “where did you even hear that?”
yuji shrugs. “nobara mentioned it once. and kurusu implies it. and i just assumed.”
megumi exhales through his nose. “you assume too much.”
“okay, but you didn’t deny it before.”
“because it didn’t matter.”
there’s a beat of silence. the road hums under the tires.
yuji glances at him again. “it matters if you’re out here looking like someone just kicked one of your dog because y/n joked about her ex.”
megumi’s jaw tightens.
“were you about to cry.”
megumi shoots him a glare. “i was not.”
yuji grins a little. “you kinda were.”
megumi turns back to staring at the ceiling, arms crossed now. his voice drops quieter. “why would she joke about something like that.”
yuji’s teasing fades. “i told you. it was a ‘you had to be there’ thing. it wasn’t serious.”
megumi swallows. “did she look serious?”
“uhh kinda.”
“did she seem like she meant it?”
“she said she didn’t.”
megumi nods once, like he’s trying to convince himself more than anything.
why does my chest feel like this?
yuji softens. “fushiguro… if you’re not with kurusu, and she’s not actually getting back with her ex… then what’s stopping you from just talking to her?”
megumi doesn’t answer right away. his fingers curl slightly against his sleeve.
“it’s not that simple,” he mutters.
yuji sighs. “it never is with you.”
another quiet stretch passes before megumi adds, lighter this time, “i should be over her…” he exhales. “but i’m not. and i know she doesn’t want me in that way. she never did.”
the car stays quiet for a second. just the low sound of tires against pavement.
“…i don’t buy that,” yuji says finally, still looking straight ahead. “never? that’s a stretch, even for you.”
megumi glances at him.
yuji shakes his head a little. “fushiguro, you were her person. you showed up for her — every time. when she was upset, when she needed help, when she didn’t even say she needed anyone. you were just there.”
he tightens his grip on the wheel.
“people don’t do that for someone they feel ‘nothing’ for. and people don’t let someone get that close if it’s one-sided.”
a beat.
“so yeah,” yuji says quietly, “definitely not never.”
megumi looks at yuji, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth despite himself.
yuji doesn’t look over — but he feels it.
“…don’t start,” yuji mutters, fighting his own grin.
“i didn’t say anything,” megumi replies, voice lighter now.
“yeah, but you’re doing that face.”
“what face?”
“that tiny hopeful one you pretend you’re not making.”
megumi huffs softly. “you’re so annoying.”
by the time yuji makes the next turn, the hotel finally comes into view. the glowing sign lights up the windshield as he slows down, scanning for an open parking spot.
yuji finally glances at him for half a second before looking back at the road. he’s smiling too. “and you’re dramatic.”
there’s another quiet pause, but it’s different this time. not heavy. not suffocating. yuji drives slowly through the parking lot rows, eyes searching.
megumi leans his head back against the seat. “you really think it wasn’t one-sided?”
yuji shrugs. “i know it wasn’t.”
megumi studies him. “how?”
yuji shifts the car into park, engine humming down. his voice softens. “because she looked at you the same way you look at her.”
megumi goes still.
“you just never noticed,” yuji adds gently.
what?
reader's pov
30 minutes earlier…
you finally slide into the backseat of the uber, shutting the door a little harder than you meant to.
“just making sure, hotel is where you’re going correct?” the driver asks, glancing at you through the rearview mirror.
“yes,” you reply, buckling your seatbelt.
“alright.”
the car pulls away from the venue, the music and laughter fading behind you. you reach into your bag, pull out your phone, and connect your earphones. the soft chime fills your ears as you lean your head back against the seat.
you sigh.
what a long night.
the city lights blur past as you turn your head toward the window. your reflection stares back at you — makeup slightly smudged, expression tired.
and then, of course, your thoughts drift.
to him.
megumi’s face when you made the decision to go on your own, instead of going with him with them. the way his expression shifted — subtle, but you noticed. you always notice. the tightness in his jaw. the way he went quiet.
you swallow.
why did you even say that?
maybe because you wanted to see if he’d react. maybe because part of you wanted to hurt him the way you still feel hurt. maybe because it was easier to act unbothered than admit you’re not.
your gaze drops to your hands in your lap.
and then your mind drifts somewhere else. to your ex.
the familiar ache creeps in — not longing, not love. just the ghost of something that took too much from you. the arguments. the way you felt small. the way you convinced yourself it was normal.
you press your lips together.
no, you don’t want him back. you know that.
but megumi doesn’t know that.
you look back out the window, watching the streetlights streak across the glass.
you tell yourself it doesn’t matter what megumi thinks.
but if it didn’t…
why does my chest feel this tight?
the hum of the car fades into the background.
your mind drifts.
it didn’t start messy.
it started intense.
your ex was charming at first — attentive, always texting, always wanting to see you. it felt good to be wanted like that. to have someone choose you so loudly. but intensity has a way of tipping over.
little comments started slipping in.
“why are you out so late?”
“you didn’t answer me.”
“who were you with?”
at first you brushed it off. everyone gets insecure sometimes, right?
but the arguments became constant. not conversations — arguments. voices raised. things twisted. somehow every disagreement ended with you apologizing, even when you weren’t sure what you did wrong.
you started walking on eggshells.
thinking before you spoke.
checking your tone.
replaying your own words to make sure they couldn’t be misunderstood.
and even then, it was never enough.
the breakup wasn’t explosive — it was worse.
it was tired.
you remember standing there, feeling hollow more than angry.
“i can’t do this anymore,” you said.
he didn’t believe you at first. then he got cold. said you were overreacting. said relationships were supposed to be hard. said you’d regret leaving.
maybe part of you was scared he was right.
but you left anyway.
and when you walked out, you felt shaky — but lighter.
after that, everything felt fragile.
you didn’t trust your judgment anymore. didn’t trust your heart. how did you let it get that far? how did you miss the signs? how did you stay?
so you made a decision.
no more relationships.
no more letting someone have that much access to you.
no more building your world around someone else’s moods.
no more trying to prove you’re worth staying for.
it’s easier to keep things casual. to joke. to act detached.
safer.
and through all of it — the fights, the tears, the nights you couldn’t sleep — megumi was there.
he didn’t pry. he didn’t push.
he didn’t make it about himself.
he’d sit next to you in silence when you couldn’t talk.
he’d bring food when you didn't ask.
he’d answer your calls no matter the hour.
steady. constant. safe.
maybe that’s why it scares you.
because he saw you at your lowest. and he stayed.
the car passes under another streetlight, your reflection flashing across the window.
you think about the way he looked tonight. the way his expression changed when called him by his last name.
you told yourself it didn’t matter.
but if you’re done with relationships… if you’re not doing that again…
why does the thought of him moving on feel worse than anything your ex ever said?
im so selfish, gosh.
why do i want him now of all times?
why didn’t he tell me how he felt about me.
i would sound so stupid to tell him i want him now after he watched me be with someone else.
“we’re here,” the driver says.
you blink, like you were pulled out of something deep. “oh— yeah. thank you.”
the car turns into the hotel entrance, headlights sweeping across the pavement.
and then you see them.
right there.
megumi and yuji walking toward the entrance.
your breath catches for half a second.
yuji’s talking — hands moving like always. megumi’s beside him, hands in his pockets, head slightly lowered like he’s listening but not really. like he’s thinking.
about what?
about you? probably not.
your stomach twists.
the uber rolls closer to the curb. you shrink back slightly in your seat, unsure if they’ve noticed you yet. the soft glow from the hotel lights casts shadows across their faces.
you grip your phone a little tighter. part of you wants to tell the driver to wait. let them go inside first. avoid the awkward elevator ride. avoid eye contact.
but the car is already stopping.
“have a good night,” the driver says.
“yeah… you too.”
you open the door, cool air hitting your face.
face as you step out. the door shuts behind you with a soft thud, and the uber pulls away from the curb.
your eyes drift toward the entrance again.
you stand there.
a little too long.
not moving.
just watching the distance between you and the hotel doors… and them.
your brain starts doing that thing again — overthinking, replaying the night, wondering if you should just go in now or wait another minute.
then suddenly—
a hand lands on your shoulder.
“are you going to go in or just stand here looking like a pretty clueless person?”
you jump a little, snapping out of it as you turn your head.
maki.
“probably just stand here,” you say dryly.
maki lets out a soft laugh.
“yeah, that sounds productive,” she says, giving your shoulder a light squeeze before gently pushing you forward. “get your ass inside.”
you stumble a step forward from the nudge, rolling your eyes as you start walking toward the entrance with her.
you and maki walk through the glass doors of the hotel together.
warm air replaces the cool night outside immediately. the lobby is bright — soft lights hanging from the ceiling, quiet music playing somewhere overhead. people from the wedding are scattered around the space with suitcases and garment bags.
as soon as you step farther in, you spot familiar faces.
hakari is near one of the couches with a suitcase leaned against his leg, kirara beside him scrolling through her phone while holding onto the handle of her luggage. a little farther off, nobara is standing near a pillar, talking to someone at the front desk with her arms crossed like she’s already tired of waiting.
so most of the group made it here.
for a second, you think you see two familiar figures step into the elevator down the hall. the elevator doors close before you can really tell.
“you’re acting weird,” maki says beside you, breaking your train of thought. “more than usual.”
you glance at her briefly before looking ahead again.
“i’ll tell you another day,” you reply. “this weekend is about you.”
maki watches your face for a moment like she’s deciding whether to pry.
“…fine,” she finally says.
since you already checked in earlier and know your room, you skip the front desk and head straight toward the elevators. the lobby noise fades a little as you reach them.
“y/n.”
you turn around.
“be on time tomorrow, okay?” she points a finger at you anyway, half teasing, half serious.
you raise an eyebrow slightly.
“i will.”
your heels tap softly against the marble floor as you walk toward the elevators again. the lobby noise fades behind you the closer you get.
one of the elevators is about to go up.
you quickly press the button so it’ll come back down for you after.
the little arrow above the doors lights up — up — and the elevator begins moving.
you stand in front of the elevator, arms loosely crossed while you wait for it to come back down.
the numbers above the doors quickly change.
5̵̟͍̉̈́̒̈͜ ̷̞̰̻͈̘̼̲̺́̉̽͆̊̂́͜͝͠3̶̛͓͓͖̃̋̌͑͠..
3...
2...
you shifted your weight slightly, staring at the metal doors, brows pulling together as you tried to make sense of it.
“…that’s so weird,” you muttered, eyes flicking up to the numbers above the doors again, questioning how the floors could’ve changed that quickly.
ding.
the doors slide open.
you blink.
they blink.
yuji's pov
a couple minutes earlier....
yuji pushes the hotel doors open with his shoulder, holding them long enough for megumi to walk in behind him.
warm air hits them immediately after the cool night outside. the lobby is bright, the soft lighting reflecting off the marble floor while quiet music hums somewhere overhead.
yuji exhales. “finally.”
megumi walks beside him, hands shoved in his pockets, eyes drifting around the lobby for a moment. people from the wedding are scattered everywhere with luggage and bags.
“everyone beat us here,” yuji mutters.
megumi barely reacts. he just keeps walking.
yuji glances sideways at him.
“you’re still thinking about it, huh.”
megumi doesn’t answer.
“…yep,” yuji sighs. “you definitely are.”
this is the first time fushiguro has ever opened up to me
i need to be the best wingman!!!
but how??
what can i do??
they reach the hallway where the elevators are. yuji immediately hits the button and leans back against the wall, stretching his arms above his head.
megumi glances toward the stairwell door nearby.
“we could just take the stairs.”
yuji looks at him like he just suggested climbing a mountain.
“absolutely not.”
“it’s just a couple floors ”
“exactly,” yuji says, pointing at the elevator doors like that proves his point. “that’s a couple floors i don’t feel like walking right now.”
megumi shrugs. “it’d probably be faster.”
“no way,” yuji argues. “elevator takes less time. plus i’m tired.”
megumi raises an eyebrow.
“and lazy,” yuji adds without shame.
megumi exhales quietly through his nose.
the elevator finally dings.
the doors slide open.
“see?” yuji says, gesturing toward the elevator. “this is what technology is for.”
yuji steps inside first, turning to face the panel while megumi walks in behind him. yuji presses the button for their floor.
the doors close and the elevator begins moving. the elevator hums as it moves upward.
the numbers light up slowly above the door.
2…
yuji leans back against the railing, stretching his arms again while megumi stands beside him with his usual straight posture, eyes half-lidded like he’s already done with the conversation.
“wonder what tomorrow has planned for us,” yuji yawns has he’s speaking.
megumi doesn’t respond. he’s barely listening, he looks like he’s half sleep half awake.
5…
then the elevator jerks.
not hard, but enough for both of them to feel it.
yuji straightens a little. “uh.”
megumi glances up at the numbers.
the elevator stops.
for a second nothing happens.
then the numbers start changing again.
but not up.
down.
what the?
the hell?
5̵̟͍̉̈́̒̈͜ ̷̞̰̻͈̘̼̲̺́̉̽͆̊̂́͜͝͠3̶̛͓͓͖̃̋̌͑͠…
3…
yuji blinks at the panel. “wait.”
2…
“why are we going down!?”
megumi frowns slightly, watching the display.
“i told you we shouldve taken the stairs ” megumi says flatly.
the elevator gives another soft mechanical sound before slowly settling back at the bottom.
ding.
floor one
the doors slide open.
original pov
yuji and megumi?
weren’t they just going up?
why are they back down?
“um?” you say, looking between them.
they look just as surprised as you. not one of them are speaking.
yuji thought.
…
WAIT!
yuji suddenly points toward the lobby like it just hit him. “i left something in the rental!”
he practically shouts it.
megumi is just standing there, looking… confused.
no he didn’t what the hell is he talking about?
you step into the elevator while yuji moves to step out, but he suddenly pauses.
“wait— what floor?” yuji asks innocently.
“4th. 4th floor,” you reply.
“got it.” yuji turns to the panel.
yup this will do it
and then proceeds to press every single floor button.
7,2,5,1,3,8
you watch him in disbelief as he deliberately skips 4 until the very end.
what is going on??
what the hell is he doing??
then he finally presses 4.
megumi slowly lowers his head into his hand.
yuji grins like he’s proud of himself. “BYE.”
and then he bolts out of the elevator before the doors close.
the doors slide shut.
silence.
...
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gneuine question, is it an oc or a leaked char 😭