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— don’t call me darling, I’m too rude.ᐟ ⋆˚࿔

case 15 : accomplice?

Before Varka could send his reply, a shadow suddenly fell across the table.

Slowly, he lifted his gaze from his phone, and there she was—Jean standing over him with her usual composed posture, arms neatly crossed, expression polite enough to fool strangers but absolutely unmistakable to him. She wasn't angry in the loud sense, but there a calm authority in the way she looked at him that made his spin straighten on instinct.

"There you are, President," Jean said lightly, her voice kept deliberately low so as not to disturb the other students, though the meaning behind it landed with far more weight than her tone suggested.

Varka almost fumbled his phone in response. He quickly set it down, sitting up a little too straight as if posture alone could save him from whatever this was. "Jean!" he greeted, a laugh escaping him that immediately betrayed his nerves. "Fancy seeing you here. I was just..you know," his gaze darted around the library as though the bookshelves might provide him with an answer. "Trying to get some peace of mind.."

Jean stared.

"Uh..enjoying the peace and quiet of the library?" he added hopefully.

Jean didn't respond right away. She simply stared at him, her expression unchanged, and the silence that followed felt increasingly like a judgement he was not going to win against.

Varka's confidence wavered, "..Okay," he finally admitted with a small exhale, shoulders dropping in defeat. "That sounded better in my head."

Across the table, you had clearly heard everything. A soft cough escaped you, quickly followed by another as you tried—very unsuccessfully—to hide your laughter behind your hand. Your shoulders shook slightly as you looked away, pretending the table was suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world, but the effort only made it more obvious.

The sight of the usual confident student council president folding under a single look from Jean was far too entertaining.

Unfortunately (or fortunately) for Varka, the movement caught his attention immediately.

His gaze drifted toward you almost instinctively, and the moment he saw the smile you were trying so hard to hide, something in his expression softened and the embarrassment from a moment ago seemed to fade entirely.

For the past few days, he'd spent more time than he cared to admit wondering whether things were still awkward between the two of you. Even after your conversation, part of him still worried that he had pushed too hard or that you would retreat into yourself again.

Seeing you like this—relaxed enough to laugh, even at his expense—felt strangely reassuring..like proof that maybe things weren't as fragile as before.

It was such a simple thing.

Yet he found himself staring for a moment longer than he probably should have.

His lips curved before he could stop it, gaze lingering a second too long as your laughter finally slipped free in a quiet, careful sound that you still tried to keep contained for the sake of the library.

Jean followed his line of sight.

Then she looked back at him.

Her expression didn't change much, but something in her eyes softened just slightly. After a brief pause, she cleared her throat.

"Varka."

He blinked, still a little lost in the moment. "Hm?"

"We're leaving."

"Right, yes—of course," The blonde said quickly, slowly rising up from his seat before registering what she just said. "But—"

Jean had already moved behind him, placing a firm hand on his shoulder as she bagan to guide him away from the table.

"Wait, hold on—"

"No."

"Jean, be reasonable for a second—"

"No."

"I think you're being a little harsh here.." he tried again, though it came out weaker than intended.

"No."

You couldn't hold back your laughter this time.

For some reason, the sound alone made being dragged back to doing his paperwork significantly less terrible.

As Jean pushed him toward the exit, Varka glanced over his shoulder one last time. The smile on your face never seem to fall as you shook your head at the ridiculous scene that had just unfold in front of you.

The sight drew an answering smile from him almost immediately.

Unfortunately, he was so distracted looking back that he nearly walked straight into the library door.

Jean caught the back of his jacket before he could embarrass himself further.

"Eyes forward, Varka."

"Right, sorry."

Varka rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and finally allowed himself to be dragged out of the library, off to finally finish the work he pushed off for too long.

Even then, the smile on his face never quite disappeared. And judging by the warmth lingering in his chest long after he left, he suspected it wouldn't be going away anytime soon either.

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sypnosis : After spotting a suspiciously large guy cornering someone behind one of the university buildings, you didn’t hesitate to step in and whack him to ‘save’ the victim—only to realise you’d completely misunderstood the situation and just assaulted one of the most well-known seniors on campus, Varka. Mortified, you disappear with hurried apologies before he could even react, hoping the incident dies with your dignity, but unfortunately, Varka remembers everything—especially you—and instead of being angry, he’s determined to find the girl who hit him, turning your attempt to avoid him into a chaotic game of hide-and-seek.

NOTES: told myself i wld stop hving written parts for a while but then my friends gave me ideas so here's a written part (oops)

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— don’t call me darling, I’m too rude.ᐟ ⋆˚࿔

case 15 : accomplice?

Before Varka could send his reply, a shadow suddenly fell across the table.

Slowly, he lifted his gaze from his phone, and there she was—Jean standing over him with her usual composed posture, arms neatly crossed, expression polite enough to fool strangers but absolutely unmistakable to him. She wasn't angry in the loud sense, but there a calm authority in the way she looked at him that made his spin straighten on instinct.

"There you are, President," Jean said lightly, her voice kept deliberately low so as not to disturb the other students, though the meaning behind it landed with far more weight than her tone suggested.

Varka almost fumbled his phone in response. He quickly set it down, sitting up a little too straight as if posture alone could save him from whatever this was. "Jean!" he greeted, a laugh escaping him that immediately betrayed his nerves. "Fancy seeing you here. I was just..you know," his gaze darted around the library as though the bookshelves might provide him with an answer. "Trying to get some peace of mind.."

Jean stared.

"Uh..enjoying the peace and quiet of the library?" he added hopefully.

Jean didn't respond right away. She simply stared at him, her expression unchanged, and the silence that followed felt increasingly like a judgement he was not going to win against.

Varka's confidence wavered, "..Okay," he finally admitted with a small exhale, shoulders dropping in defeat. "That sounded better in my head."

Across the table, you had clearly heard everything. A soft cough escaped you, quickly followed by another as you tried—very unsuccessfully—to hide your laughter behind your hand. Your shoulders shook slightly as you looked away, pretending the table was suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world, but the effort only made it more obvious.

The sight of the usual confident student council president folding under a single look from Jean was far too entertaining.

Unfortunately (or fortunately) for Varka, the movement caught his attention immediately.

His gaze drifted toward you almost instinctively, and the moment he saw the smile you were trying so hard to hide, something in his expression softened and the embarrassment from a moment ago seemed to fade entirely.

For the past few days, he'd spent more time than he cared to admit wondering whether things were still awkward between the two of you. Even after your conversation, part of him still worried that he had pushed too hard or that you would retreat into yourself again.

Seeing you like this—relaxed enough to laugh, even at his expense—felt strangely reassuring..like proof that maybe things weren't as fragile as before.

It was such a simple thing.

Yet he found himself staring for a moment longer than he probably should have.

His lips curved before he could stop it, gaze lingering a second too long as your laughter finally slipped free in a quiet, careful sound that you still tried to keep contained for the sake of the library.

Jean followed his line of sight.

Then she looked back at him.

Her expression didn't change much, but something in her eyes softened just slightly. After a brief pause, she cleared her throat.

"Varka."

He blinked, still a little lost in the moment. "Hm?"

"We're leaving."

"Right, yes—of course," The blonde said quickly, slowly rising up from his seat before registering what she just said. "But—"

Jean had already moved behind him, placing a firm hand on his shoulder as she bagan to guide him away from the table.

"Wait, hold on—"

"No."

"Jean, be reasonable for a second—"

"No."

"I think you're being a little harsh here.." he tried again, though it came out weaker than intended.

"No."

You couldn't hold back your laughter this time.

For some reason, the sound alone made being dragged back to doing his paperwork significantly less terrible.

As Jean pushed him toward the exit, Varka glanced over his shoulder one last time. The smile on your face never seem to fall as you shook your head at the ridiculous scene that had just unfold in front of you.

The sight drew an answering smile from him almost immediately.

Unfortunately, he was so distracted looking back that he nearly walked straight into the library door.

Jean caught the back of his jacket before he could embarrass himself further.

"Eyes forward, Varka."

"Right, sorry."

Varka rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and finally allowed himself to be dragged out of the library, off to finally finish the work he pushed off for too long.

Even then, the smile on his face never quite disappeared. And judging by the warmth lingering in his chest long after he left, he suspected it wouldn't be going away anytime soon either.

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sypnosis : After spotting a suspiciously large guy cornering someone behind one of the university buildings, you didn’t hesitate to step in and whack him to ‘save’ the victim—only to realise you’d completely misunderstood the situation and just assaulted one of the most well-known seniors on campus, Varka. Mortified, you disappear with hurried apologies before he could even react, hoping the incident dies with your dignity, but unfortunately, Varka remembers everything—especially you—and instead of being angry, he’s determined to find the girl who hit him, turning your attempt to avoid him into a chaotic game of hide-and-seek.

NOTES: told myself i wld stop hving written parts for a while but then my friends gave me ideas so here's a written part (oops)

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love your work <3

AWW THANKYOUU 🫶🫶 i’m glad you enjoy my work anon !!

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— don’t call me darling, I’m too rude.ᐟ ⋆˚࿔

case 14 : we're so back

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sypnosis : After spotting a suspiciously large guy cornering someone behind one of the university buildings, you didn’t hesitate to step in and whack him to ‘save’ the victim—only to realise you’d completely misunderstood the situation and just assaulted one of the most well-known seniors on campus, Varka. Mortified, you disappear with hurried apologies before he could even react, hoping the incident dies with your dignity, but unfortunately, Varka remembers everything—especially you—and instead of being angry, he’s determined to find the girl who hit him, turning your attempt to avoid him into a chaotic game of hide-and-seek.

NOTES: kaeya appreciation because he was the og to bring me across waters before ayaka..

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— don’t call me darling, I’m too rude.ᐟ ⋆˚࿔

case 14 : we're so back

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sypnosis : After spotting a suspiciously large guy cornering someone behind one of the university buildings, you didn’t hesitate to step in and whack him to ‘save’ the victim—only to realise you’d completely misunderstood the situation and just assaulted one of the most well-known seniors on campus, Varka. Mortified, you disappear with hurried apologies before he could even react, hoping the incident dies with your dignity, but unfortunately, Varka remembers everything—especially you—and instead of being angry, he’s determined to find the girl who hit him, turning your attempt to avoid him into a chaotic game of hide-and-seek.

NOTES: kaeya appreciation because he was the og to bring me across waters before ayaka..

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imagine meeting Phainon only after his 520,000th cycle through Amphoreus.

you, a variable that was never meant to exist in the prophecy he has followed across countless iterations of the world.

he wasn't supposed to remember the previous cycles.

and yet he does.

but only you.

and in all of them, without exception, he has loved you.

except his love has never been gentle, it always come with a price too steep to bear, carved into the same ending no matter how the story begines.

for ever since phainon met you, he has witnessed your untimely demise at the end of every single cycle.

even when be learns to avoid you entirely, even when he keeps his feelings buried and watches you only from afar, fate still leads him back to you.

in which phainon, who has spent eternity trying to save the world, comes to understand the cruelest truth:

the only world he cannot save is his world.

art belongs to @/oyakorodesu on X

just a small idea i had on the train :D i'll get back to writing the smau soon..

[kkitooo]

— don’t call me darling I’m too rude.ᐟ ⋆˚࿔

case 13 : nice to meet you

"...Is that how you really feel?"

The moment you saw him, your entire body went rigid.

It wasn't even intentional. The reaction came before your thoughts did, your shoulders tensing as your fingers instinctively tighten around the crumpled tissue in your hand once again. The sting on your face barely registered anymore compared to the sudden sinking feeling in your chest.

Varka stood a short distance away, one hand loosely holding the strap of the duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He looked like he stopped midway through walking the moment he heard your voice. There was no anger on his face, no frustration either.

Just...hurt.

Somehow, that made it worse.

Beside you, Wriothesley glanced between the two of you before exhaling softly through his nose. "...Well," he said, rising from the bench. "This feels like my cue to leave. I'll go grab some ice for you, [Name]."

"Wait—"

"You two clearly need to talk more than you need me hovering around," he cut in smoothly before you could protest. He gave your shoulder a light pat as he passed before pausing briefly near Varka. "Don't make her cry," he said flatly.

"Wasn't planning to."

"Good enough."

And just like that, Wriothesley walked off, leaving behind a silence that immediately felt too big.

You suddenly couldn't look at Varka properly anymore.

Your gaze dropped straight to your shoes instead, finding the cracks along the pavement infinitely easier to deal with than whatever expression he was wearing right now. Your fingers fumbled around with the tissue in your hand as shame curled painfully in your chest.

Suddenly the stinging pain on your face didn't matter anymore.

All you could think about was the fact that he heard you.

You weren't sure how much.

But it had clearly been enough.

"You really think staying away from me is better..?"

The softness in his voice made your chest ache.

You swallowed hard before forcing yourself to answer. "I—" Your voice faltered almost immediately, unsure of what to even say in this situation.

"I don't know anymore.." you sigh.

Varka stayed quiet.

You hated that he was letting you speak.

Hated that he wasn't interrupting or brushing your feelings aside because that only made the guilt sitting in your chest feel heavier. It made you painfully aware of how unfair this probably sounded to him. How awful it must've felt hearing someone talk about leaving like you were something they needed to recover from.

Fuck.

You really were such a mess.

"The...rumours got worse. People started dragging my friends into it," you continued weakly. "And I know none of it was your fault, but every single thing somehow kept leading back to you. I mean, the whole drama started because they wanted me to stay away from you."

"So I thought if I just..distanced myself, things would calm down again." you finally looked up at him then, your expression strained and exhausted all at once. "You wouldn't have to keep cleaning up problems because of me either."

The words lingered heavily between the two of you.

Then he let out a small laugh.

Not the 'haha this is funny' laugh. No, it was more of a..tired one, if that was even possible.

"You know," he started softly, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked away briefly, "when you stopped replying, I thought maybe you were just busy because exams were coming up." A weak smile crossed his face. "You're a med student. I figured you were probably drowning in work."

Your chest tightened painfully.

"But hearing you say all this now..." his smile weakened slightly around the edges. "You were seriously planning on cutting me off completely, huh?"

The guilt that had already been crushing your chest just sank even deeper.

"I didn't want to make things harder for you," you said quietly, realising how pathetic the excuse sounded.

"But you did."

You blinked.

Varka stepped closer then, stopping just enough distance away to avoid overwhelming you. His expression had softened again, though there was still something undeniably hurt lingering underneath it.

"You deciding everything on your own without even talking to me first?" he murmured. "That hurts way more than some stupid online rumours."

Your breath caught slightly.

"I..." You looked away almost immediately again. "I didn't know how to face you."

"Do you know what the worst part was?" Varka asked.

"It wasn't the rumours nor the posts." He laughed softly again, though there still wasn't any humour behind it. "It was realising you were avoiding me because you thought being around me was ruining your life."

You froze as his words sunked in, and you feel yourself deflate even more, unable to defend yourself.

"I kept wondering if I did something wrong," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck again. "I thought maybe I scared you. Or maybe I was being too pushy and you got uncomfortable around me."

"But you were already planning how to leave before I even got the chance to stay."

The words hit so much harder than they should have.

Because none of that had ever crossed your mind.

You had been so consumed by your own guilt, your own panic, that you never really did stop to think about what this might have looked from his perspective.

"Why?" he asked softly, after a moment.

You looked up slightly, "Huh?"

"Why were you so determined to push me away?"

Your throat tightened.

"Because you're nice." you admitted helplessly, frustration finally slipping properly into your voice now. "That's the problem"

Varka looked genuinely caught off guard by that answer.

"You kept helping me even after everything. I was rude—" your voice crackled slightly near the end despite your efforts to steady it, "but—" you swallowed, "you still look at me like I haven't done anything wrong. Even now!"

The silence afterward felt painfully raw.

"You make me feel worse about it," you confessed, voice quieter now. "Because I know if it were anyone else, they probably would've gotten sick of me already."

Something in Varka's expression seem to soften completely at your wrods. The hurt was still there, but now there was something else to—something..gentler. Sadder.

Slowly, he crouched properly in front of you, resting one arm loosely against his knee so you wouldn't have to keep tilting your head up to look at him.

Like he was making himself smaller on purpose.

"[Name]," he said gently, "do you know why I kept looking for you?"

"...to return my handkerchief?" you mumbled weakly.

A small laugh escaped him. "That too."

Then his expression softened again. "But mostly because I wanted to know you better."

Your eyes widened slightly, your head lifting to face him.

"The first time we met was a complete disaster," he admitted with a grin, "I got hit in the face by your bag before I could even explain myself properly."

You let out a horrified groan immediately, covering part of your face with your hand. "Please don't remind me.."

"But even then," he continued, "I could tell you weren't a bad person."

You slowly lowered your hand again.

"You got scared and reacted badly. That happens to everyone." he shrugged lightly. "But every time after that, especially with this whole situation, all I see now is someone trying way too hard to carry everything alone."

Oh.

"And honestly?" Varka chuckled, "I think you care too much."

The words nearly undid you entirely.

Because he said it so simply.

Like it wasn't something wrong with you.

Like it wasn't something he wanted you to change.

Like caring too much wasn't something exhausting or burdensome or difficult to love.

You looked down again, feeling your face warm up as tears came and you blinked them away.

"I still caused trouble for you," you whispered.

"You didn't"

"I did."

"You didn't"

You frowned slightly at how immediate his response was, finally looking back up at him again.

"The people who harassed you are the ones at fault," Varka said firmly this time. "Not you. Not because you talked to me." His brows furrowed slightly. "You don't get blamed for other people deciding to act horribly."

The conviction in his voice made something warm bloom in your chest.

Because part of you wanted so badly to believe him.

"I just.." you exhaled shakily, "I didn't know how to deal with any of it."

"I know." he said, "That's why you did what you did, right?"

There was no disappointment in his words.

No frustration.

Just understanding.

"I know," Varka repeated more softly this time, his expression gentling even further. "That's why I wish you'd rely on me more someday."

Your eyes stung again, the warmth flooding back and you hurriedly rubbed at them before he could notice properly.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

The wind passed quietly between the two of you, stirring the leaves nearby as the evening sun cast warm light across the pavement. Varka stayed there patiently, like he wasn't waiting for you to become easier to handle or less complicated or exhausting.

Like he was willing to stay anyway.

"Maybe," Varka started thoughtfully after a while, "everything went downhill because we got off on the wrong foot from the start."

Before you could process what he meant, Varka straightened before rummaging through his bag and pulling out his own handkerchief and holding it out to you to wipe your eyes. (of course he noticed.)

"Maybe we should restart properly." he said.

Then he smiled brightly.

"I am Varka. President of the student council, currently majoring in sports sciene." He tilted his head slightly, blue eyes full of warmth despite everything the two of you had already been through. "It's nice to meet you."

And the first time in days—

The heaviness in your chest finally loosened.

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sypnosis : After spotting a suspiciously large guy cornering someone behind one of the university buildings, you didn’t hesitate to step in and whack him to ‘save’ the victim—only to realise you’d completely misunderstood the situation and just assaulted one of the most well-known seniors on campus, Varka. Mortified, you disappear with hurried apologies before he could even react, hoping the incident dies with your dignity, but unfortunately, Varka remembers everything—especially you—and instead of being angry, he’s determined to find the girl who hit him, turning your attempt to avoid him into a chaotic game of hide-and-seek.

NOTES: i hope i didn't make him too OOC..also what's with 6.6 events </3 might have to wait for nicoles rerun 😭😭

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[kkitooo]

— don’t call me darling I’m too rude.ᐟ ⋆˚࿔

case 13 : nice to meet you

"...Is that how you really feel?"

The moment you saw him, your entire body went rigid.

It wasn't even intentional. The reaction came before your thoughts did, your shoulders tensing as your fingers instinctively tighten around the crumpled tissue in your hand once again. The sting on your face barely registered anymore compared to the sudden sinking feeling in your chest.

Varka stood a short distance away, one hand loosely holding the strap of the duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He looked like he stopped midway through walking the moment he heard your voice. There was no anger on his face, no frustration either.

Just...hurt.

Somehow, that made it worse.

Beside you, Wriothesley glanced between the two of you before exhaling softly through his nose. "...Well," he said, rising from the bench. "This feels like my cue to leave. I'll go grab some ice for you, [Name]."

"Wait—"

"You two clearly need to talk more than you need me hovering around," he cut in smoothly before you could protest. He gave your shoulder a light pat as he passed before pausing briefly near Varka. "Don't make her cry," he said flatly.

"Wasn't planning to."

"Good enough."

And just like that, Wriothesley walked off, leaving behind a silence that immediately felt too big.

You suddenly couldn't look at Varka properly anymore.

Your gaze dropped straight to your shoes instead, finding the cracks along the pavement infinitely easier to deal with than whatever expression he was wearing right now. Your fingers fumbled around with the tissue in your hand as shame curled painfully in your chest.

Suddenly the stinging pain on your face didn't matter anymore.

All you could think about was the fact that he heard you.

You weren't sure how much.

But it had clearly been enough.

"You really think staying away from me is better..?"

The softness in his voice made your chest ache.

You swallowed hard before forcing yourself to answer. "I—" Your voice faltered almost immediately, unsure of what to even say in this situation.

"I don't know anymore.." you sigh.

Varka stayed quiet.

You hated that he was letting you speak.

Hated that he wasn't interrupting or brushing your feelings aside because that only made the guilt sitting in your chest feel heavier. It made you painfully aware of how unfair this probably sounded to him. How awful it must've felt hearing someone talk about leaving like you were something they needed to recover from.

Fuck.

You really were such a mess.

"The...rumours got worse. People started dragging my friends into it," you continued weakly. "And I know none of it was your fault, but every single thing somehow kept leading back to you. I mean, the whole drama started because they wanted me to stay away from you."

"So I thought if I just..distanced myself, things would calm down again." you finally looked up at him then, your expression strained and exhausted all at once. "You wouldn't have to keep cleaning up problems because of me either."

The words lingered heavily between the two of you.

Then he let out a small laugh.

Not the 'haha this is funny' laugh. No, it was more of a..tired one, if that was even possible.

"You know," he started softly, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked away briefly, "when you stopped replying, I thought maybe you were just busy because exams were coming up." A weak smile crossed his face. "You're a med student. I figured you were probably drowning in work."

Your chest tightened painfully.

"But hearing you say all this now..." his smile weakened slightly around the edges. "You were seriously planning on cutting me off completely, huh?"

The guilt that had already been crushing your chest just sank even deeper.

"I didn't want to make things harder for you," you said quietly, realising how pathetic the excuse sounded.

"But you did."

You blinked.

Varka stepped closer then, stopping just enough distance away to avoid overwhelming you. His expression had softened again, though there was still something undeniably hurt lingering underneath it.

"You deciding everything on your own without even talking to me first?" he murmured. "That hurts way more than some stupid online rumours."

Your breath caught slightly.

"I..." You looked away almost immediately again. "I didn't know how to face you."

"Do you know what the worst part was?" Varka asked.

"It wasn't the rumours nor the posts." He laughed softly again, though there still wasn't any humour behind it. "It was realising you were avoiding me because you thought being around me was ruining your life."

You froze as his words sunked in, and you feel yourself deflate even more, unable to defend yourself.

"I kept wondering if I did something wrong," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck again. "I thought maybe I scared you. Or maybe I was being too pushy and you got uncomfortable around me."

"But you were already planning how to leave before I even got the chance to stay."

The words hit so much harder than they should have.

Because none of that had ever crossed your mind.

You had been so consumed by your own guilt, your own panic, that you never really did stop to think about what this might have looked from his perspective.

"Why?" he asked softly, after a moment.

You looked up slightly, "Huh?"

"Why were you so determined to push me away?"

Your throat tightened.

"Because you're nice." you admitted helplessly, frustration finally slipping properly into your voice now. "That's the problem"

Varka looked genuinely caught off guard by that answer.

"You kept helping me even after everything. I was rude—" your voice crackled slightly near the end despite your efforts to steady it, "but—" you swallowed, "you still look at me like I haven't done anything wrong. Even now!"

The silence afterward felt painfully raw.

"You make me feel worse about it," you confessed, voice quieter now. "Because I know if it were anyone else, they probably would've gotten sick of me already."

Something in Varka's expression seem to soften completely at your wrods. The hurt was still there, but now there was something else to—something..gentler. Sadder.

Slowly, he crouched properly in front of you, resting one arm loosely against his knee so you wouldn't have to keep tilting your head up to look at him.

Like he was making himself smaller on purpose.

"[Name]," he said gently, "do you know why I kept looking for you?"

"...to return my handkerchief?" you mumbled weakly.

A small laugh escaped him. "That too."

Then his expression softened again. "But mostly because I wanted to know you better."

Your eyes widened slightly, your head lifting to face him.

"The first time we met was a complete disaster," he admitted with a grin, "I got hit in the face by your bag before I could even explain myself properly."

You let out a horrified groan immediately, covering part of your face with your hand. "Please don't remind me.."

"But even then," he continued, "I could tell you weren't a bad person."

You slowly lowered your hand again.

"You got scared and reacted badly. That happens to everyone." he shrugged lightly. "But every time after that, especially with this whole situation, all I see now is someone trying way too hard to carry everything alone."

Oh.

"And honestly?" Varka chuckled, "I think you care too much."

The words nearly undid you entirely.

Because he said it so simply.

Like it wasn't something wrong with you.

Like it wasn't something he wanted you to change.

Like caring too much wasn't something exhausting or burdensome or difficult to love.

You looked down again, feeling your face warm up as tears came and you blinked them away.

"I still caused trouble for you," you whispered.

"You didn't"

"I did."

"You didn't"

You frowned slightly at how immediate his response was, finally looking back up at him again.

"The people who harassed you are the ones at fault," Varka said firmly this time. "Not you. Not because you talked to me." His brows furrowed slightly. "You don't get blamed for other people deciding to act horribly."

The conviction in his voice made something warm bloom in your chest.

Because part of you wanted so badly to believe him.

"I just.." you exhaled shakily, "I didn't know how to deal with any of it."

"I know." he said, "That's why you did what you did, right?"

There was no disappointment in his words.

No frustration.

Just understanding.

"I know," Varka repeated more softly this time, his expression gentling even further. "That's why I wish you'd rely on me more someday."

Your eyes stung again, the warmth flooding back and you hurriedly rubbed at them before he could notice properly.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

The wind passed quietly between the two of you, stirring the leaves nearby as the evening sun cast warm light across the pavement. Varka stayed there patiently, like he wasn't waiting for you to become easier to handle or less complicated or exhausting.

Like he was willing to stay anyway.

"Maybe," Varka started thoughtfully after a while, "everything went downhill because we got off on the wrong foot from the start."

Before you could process what he meant, Varka straightened before rummaging through his bag and pulling out his own handkerchief and holding it out to you to wipe your eyes. (of course he noticed.)

"Maybe we should restart properly." he said.

Then he smiled brightly.

"I am Varka. President of the student council, currently majoring in sports sciene." He tilted his head slightly, blue eyes full of warmth despite everything the two of you had already been through. "It's nice to meet you."

And the first time in days—

The heaviness in your chest finally loosened.

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NOTES: i hope i didn't make him too OOC..also what's with 6.6 events </3 might have to wait for nicoles rerun 😭😭

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case 12 : uh oh

You couldn't focus even while at the gym (that you were practically dragged to). Your eyes were fixed somewhere beyond the glass walls, but if someone had asked what you were staring so intensely at, you wouldn't have had an answer.

Everything just felt distant.

Sleep hand't really felt like sleep lately. Even when your eyes clsoed, your thoughts never seem to truly stop, constantly circling back to unfinished notes, formulas you had memorised but somehow couldn't retain, words that blurred together no matter how many times you reread the them. Your mind felt clogged with noise, yet empty at the same time, and it frustrated you more than you wanted to admit.

You tried to focus.

You really did.

But your brain felt exhauted in a way that rest alone couldn't fix, and the harder you forced yourself to concentrate, the more everything seemed to slip through your fingers.

Wriothesley had noticed long before you did. He's been watching from a short distance, arms loosely crossed against his chest, his usual composure giving way to something quieter and more observant as his gaze followed the increasingly absent look in your eyes.

Normally, he would've left you alone to work through it yourself, but after seeing you nearly miss your footing for the third time, concern finally outweigh patience. With a quiet sigh, he stpped closer and lightly tapped the side of the treadmil.

"Earth to [Name]?"

"Wha—?!"

You startled violently at the sudden sound. Your foot landed wrong almost immediately after, the awkward step throwing off your balance before your body could recover in time. Suddenly you were pitching forward, fingers fumbling uselessly for the handles as the treadmil kept moving beneath you.

The impact came sharp and unforgiving—your face hitting the rough rubber surface before the moving belt slid you off completely.

"Ow..."

The sound barely left your throat. Your breath caught unevenly as you pushed yourself upright, one hand flying instinctively to your nose where the pain had hit the hardest. Your fingertips brushed against something warm and wer, and when you pulled your hand back slightly, you saw the smear of red against skin.

The pain didn't settle all at once. It arrived in waves—sharp at first, then slowly blooming outward into a deep, throbbing ache that spread across your cheek and down towards your jaw.

Your ears rang loudly enough to drown out everything else around you, turning the world muffled and distorted. Even Wriotheslet's voice sounded far away, warped like it was reaching you through water.

Your vision swam for a moment before slowly steadying again, enough for you to register Wriothesley croughing beside you before carefully helping you to your feet. He guided you away from the treadmil, focused only on getting you somewhere quieter.

The moment the cool air outside hit your face, it helped more than you expected. It didn't take the pain away, but it softened the stinging feeling, making it easier to breathe properly again. Wriothesley guided you towaed a nearby bench before easing you down carefully, the loud noise of the gym fading behind clsoed doors and replaced instead with the sound of distant traffic.

"Here..."

Wriothesley crouched in front of you again, already holding a tissue in hand. His usual blunt tone had softened noticeably as he pressed it gently against your nose, his gaze lingering over your face as if checking for anything worse hidden beanth the injury. "Sorry," he murmured. "Didn't mean to startle you like that."

You shook your head faintly, silently telling him it wasn't his fault.

"Think Neuvillette's going to kill me for this?" he added after a while, a small smile tugging at his face as he tried to lighten the mood.

A quiet huff of laughter escaped you despite everything, the sound weak but genuine enough to ease some of the heaviness pressing against your chest.

"Maybe," you murmured softly, a faint smil forming. "You know, this reminds me of the time I—"

The words faltered halfway through.

Your thoughts drifted somewhere else entirely again, back to the incident. Back to the first time you had met him.

Wriothesley noticed the shift right away.

The way your gaze unfocused again, the way your shoulders seemed to tense slightly despite yourself—it was obvious enough.

"[Name]?"

You blinked slowly, forcing your attention back toward him even though your thoughts still lingered elsewhere. After a moment of hesitation, he moved form crouching in front of you to sitting beside you on thhe bench instead, giving you space without fully pulling away.

"Anything you wanna talk about?"

"I..."

Your voice trailed off again, your gaze dropped to your hands, to the faint streak of blood still staining your fingers. The tissue crumpled slightly in your grip as your fingers tightenedd unconsciously around it.

"It's stupid." you muttered eventually.

"Most things are," Wriothesley replied easily. "Doesn't mean they don't matter."

You let out a quiet breath, "It's just...everything got so messy all of a sudden."

"And people talk. A lot." you continued, "I couldn't exactly go anywhere without hearing whispers or getting questions about it..It's annoying." Your fingers curled tighter around the tissue. "There's a limit to how much I can ignore before it starts getting to me."

Your throat tightened slightly before you forced yourself to continue.

"And then my friends got dragged into it too." You laughed weakly though there wasn't any humour in it. "I hated that part the most."

Wriothesley's expression softened slightly, though he didn't interrupt as he allowed you to continue.

"So I thought..." you paused, voice quieter now, almost unsure of itself. "Maybe I just need things to go back to how they were. Before all of this. Then I wouldn't have to deal with it again."

"So you're running away? From him again?"

You let out a long breath, slumping further into yourself at how easily he had seen through you.

"I know..I feel like an ass," you groaned. "I know he helped. Varka's a good person. He fixed everything even when I didn't ask to. But I just—"

"—just feel like none of this would've happened if I was never involved with him in the first place."

"The words sat heavier once they were said out loud and you frowned, the heavy feeling in your chest more prominent than ever.

"So..to save any more trouble, for both of us...maybe it's better if I jsut stay away." you finished softly.

A beat of silence followed.

Then—

"...Is that really how you feel?"

The voice didn't come from beside you.

Both you and Wriothesley turned around at the same time and there, standing still, was Varka.

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NOTES: this was a kinda yappy chapter whoops..but yay update :D more yappy chapters to come.. (maybe)

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case 12 : uh oh

You couldn't focus even while at the gym (that you were practically dragged to). Your eyes were fixed somewhere beyond the glass walls, but if someone had asked what you were staring so intensely at, you wouldn't have had an answer.

Everything just felt distant.

Sleep hadn't really felt like sleep lately. Even when your eyes closed, your thoughts never seem to truly stop, constantly circling back to unfinished notes, formulas you had memorised but somehow couldn't retain, words that blurred together no matter how many times you reread the them. Your mind felt clogged with noise, yet empty at the same time, and it frustrated you more than you wanted to admit.

You tried to focus.

You really did.

But your brain felt exhausted in a way that rest alone couldn't fix, and the harder you forced yourself to concentrate, the more everything seemed to slip through your fingers.

Wriothesley had noticed long before you did. He's been watching from a short distance, arms loosely crossed against his chest, his usual composure giving way to something quieter and more observant as his gaze followed the increasingly absent look in your eyes.

Normally, he would've left you alone to work through it yourself, but after seeing you nearly miss your footing for the third time, concern finally outweigh patience. With a quiet sigh, he stepped closer and lightly tapped the side of the treadmil.

"Earth to [Name]?"

"Wha—?!"

You startled violently at the sudden sound. Your foot landed wrong almost immediately after, the awkward step throwing off your balance before your body could recover in time. Suddenly you were pitching forward, fingers fumbling uselessly for the handles as the treadmil kept moving beneath you.

The impact came sharp and unforgiving—your face hitting the rough rubber surface before the moving belt slid you off completely.

"Ow..."

The sound barely left your throat. Your breath caught unevenly as you pushed yourself upright, one hand flying instinctively to your nose where the pain had hit the hardest. Your fingertips brushed against something warm and wet, and when you pulled your hand back slightly, you saw the smear of red against skin.

The pain didn't settle all at once. It arrived in waves—sharp at first, then slowly blooming outward into a deep, throbbing ache that spread across your cheek and down towards your jaw.

Your ears rang loudly enough to drown out everything else around you, turning the world muffled and distorted. Even Wriothesley's voice sounded far away, warped like it was reaching you through water.

Your vision swam for a moment before slowly steadying again, enough for you to register Wriothesley crouching beside you before carefully helping you to your feet. He guided you away from the treadmil, focused only on getting you somewhere quieter.

The moment the cool air outside hit your face, it helped more than you expected. It didn't take the pain away, but it softened the stinging feeling, making it easier to breathe properly again. Wriothesley guided you towards a nearby bench before easing you down carefully, the loud noise of the gym fading behind closed doors and replaced instead with the sound of distant traffic.

"Here..."

Wriothesley crouched in front of you again, already holding a tissue in hand. His usual blunt tone had softened noticeably as he pressed it gently against your nose, his gaze lingering over your face as if checking for anything worse hidden beneath the injury. "Sorry," he murmured. "Didn't mean to startle you like that."

You shook your head faintly, silently telling him it wasn't his fault.

"Think Neuvillette's going to kill me for this?" he added after a while, a small smile tugging at his face as he tried to lighten the mood.

A quiet huff of laughter escaped you despite everything, the sound weak but genuine enough to ease some of the heaviness pressing against your chest.

"Maybe," you murmured softly, a faint smil forming. "You know, this reminds me of the time I—"

The words faltered halfway through.

Your thoughts drifted somewhere else entirely again, back to the incident. Back to the first time you had met him.

Wriothesley noticed the shift right away.

The way your gaze unfocused again, the way your shoulders seemed to tense slightly despite yourself—it was obvious enough.

"[Name]?"

You blinked slowly, forcing your attention back toward him even though your thoughts still lingered elsewhere. After a moment of hesitation, he moved form crouching in front of you to sitting beside you on thhe bench instead, giving you space without fully pulling away.

"Anything you wanna talk about?"

"I..."

Your voice trailed off again, your gaze dropped to your hands, to the faint streak of blood still staining your fingers. The tissue crumpled slightly in your grip as your fingers tightenedd unconsciously around it.

"It's stupid." you muttered eventually.

"Most things are," Wriothesley replied easily. "Doesn't mean they don't matter."

You let out a quiet breath, "It's just...everything got so messy all of a sudden."

"And people talk. A lot." you continued, "I couldn't exactly go anywhere without hearing whispers or getting questions about it..It's annoying." Your fingers curled tighter around the tissue. "There's a limit to how much I can ignore before it starts getting to me."

Your throat tightened slightly before you forced yourself to continue.

"And then my friends got dragged into it too." You laughed weakly though there wasn't any humour in it. "I hated that part the most."

Wriothesley's expression softened slightly, though he didn't interrupt as he allowed you to continue.

"So I thought..." you paused, voice quieter now, almost unsure of itself. "Maybe I just need things to go back to how they were. Before all of this. Then I wouldn't have to deal with it again."

"So you're running away? From him again?"

You let out a long breath, slumping further into yourself at how easily he had seen through you.

"I know..I feel like an ass," you groaned. "I know he helped. Varka's a good person. He fixed everything even when I didn't ask to. But I just—"

"—just feel like none of this would've happened if I was never involved with him in the first place."

"The words sat heavier once they were said out loud and you frowned, the heavy feeling in your chest more prominent than ever.

"So..to save any more trouble, for both of us...maybe it's better if i just stay away." you finished softly.

A beat of silence followed.

Then—

"...Is that really how you feel?"

The voice didn't come from beside you.

Both you and Wriothesley turned around at the same time and there, standing still, was Varka.

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NOTES: this was a kinda yappy chapter whoops..but yay update :D more yappy chapters to come.. (maybe)

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HIII thank you for your support !! i really appreciate it <3 (sorry for the late reply..i got kinda busy this week 😭😭）

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case 11 : the aftermath

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NOTES: fluff coming soon trust

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case 11 : the aftermath

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[kkitooo]

— don’t call me darling, I’m too rude.ᐟ ⋆˚࿔

case 10 : rumours

tw: cyberbullying/online harrasment

Varka smiled faintly at the reaction to his message before placing his phone down and rising from his seat. The copy of student records lay open on the table in front of him, pages crumpled slightly from where he had gone through them earlier—faces, names, majors, all committed to memory.

Across the room, Jean glanced up from her laptop, one brow lifting at the movement, "Varka, where are you going?"

"To settle a problem." Varka replied easily, a confident grin forming as he made his way toward the door. "It's been dragged on long enough," He gave a casual wave before stepping out, the door closing behind him with a firm click.

The situation itself wasn't complicated. The girls were from the same major—friends, most likely—and for them to band together, hiding behind fake accounts just to target you online, told him more than enough.

It wasn't difficult to piece together.

People who hid behind anonymity tend to fold the moment they were confronted properly.

By the time he reached the business faculty building, his expression had settled into something more neutral. He stepped inside, eyes scanning the area with quiet focus. The information given by Wriothesley's friend was helpful enough—if it was accurate, then they should be somewhere nearby around this time.

He turned the corner toward the cafe area.

And there they were.

A group of girls sat gathered around a table, voices overlapping as they laughed, attention fixed on whatever was displayed on their phones.

Bingo.

As he approached, a sudden gust of wind swept through the open corridor, sending the papers on their table fluttering into the air. A few drifted towaeds him, and without hesitation, he bent down, gathering them neatly before any of the girls could react. Straightening, he placed the stack back onto the table with an easy smile.

"Looks like the wind made a bit of a mess."

The reaction was immediate. They stared at him, momentarily stunned, a few exchanged wide-eyed glances, a faint flush crept across one or two faces.

"V-Varka!" one of them gasped out, jumping to her feet, her phone clutched tightly to her chest.

"..You're Taria, right?" he tilted his head slightly, his gaze settling on her before shifting to the others, "And your friends...Ginerva, Atherya and Reena." he listed.

"You..know our names?" Taria breathed, her surprise quickly melting into excitement as a smile spread acorss her face. Her fingers moved instinctively, tapping at her phone before she held it forwad, "Then would you mi—"

"Cut it out."

The shift in atmosphere was immediate.

The easygoing smile disappeared, replaced with something far colder as Varka crossed his arms, his gaze steady as it settled over the group. "I know exactly what you're thinking so it's best if you stop."

His eyes flicked briefly to one of the phones on the table, the screen displayed a scribbled image mid-edit.

Reena reacted instantly, grabbing it and fumbling slightly as she locked the screen and held it tightly against her chest.

"I-It was Taria's idea..!" Ginerva blurted out, folding under the pressure when his gaze landed on her. "She told her to follow her—!"

"You—" Taria snapped, only for her anger to vanish just as quickly when Varka's attention shifted toward her again.

"Your student records aren't exactly clean to begin with," he said calmly, "So I suggest you think carefully before making things worse for yourselves."

Taria's lips pressed into a thin line, her hands curling at her sides, "We didn't do anything that serious—"

"You did." he interrupted, his tone firm enough to silence the table. "Harassment doesn't need to be physical to cause harm."

The words settled heavily and no one spoke.

Whatever small confidence they had earlier melted away under his gaze, replaced with a quiet unease that lingered in the air. Even their posture shifted—shoulders tense, movemetns restrained, as if they weren't sure how far they could move without making things worse.

"I don't care about rumours," he continued, his voice calmer now, though no less authoritative. "Students talk. That's normal. But I care about her."

"And targeting someone directly, encouraging others to pile on..." His gaze flicked once more towards the phone before returning to them. "That's where it stops."

Reena swallowed, her grip tightening around her sleeve. "We didn't think—"

"Exactly." Varka let out a quiet breath, shaking his head slightly. "You didn't think. Posting for days, assuming you could get away with it because you were behind a screen."

He uncrossed his arms then, placing one hand lightly against the table. The gesture wasn't aggressive, but it grounded the moment, keeping their attention fixed on him without him needing to raise his voice.

"You don't need me to explain what happens if this continues," he leaned forward slightly, "Right?"

That was enough to break whatever remained of their composure.

Atherya nodded quickly, her voice small. "We—we'll delete everything."

"Good."

Varka straightened up, his expression easing slightly—no longer as cold as before. "And an apology would be appropriate."

Taria hesitated, her gaze dropping as the weight of the situation settled in. "...We'll post one," she muttered, avoiding his eyes.

He studied them for a moment longer, as if weighing the sincerity behind her words, before letting out a sigh, "You think an online apology is enough?"

No one answered.

"I believe it's best if you do it in person."

With that, he turned and walked away without another glance, leaving the silence behind him heavier than before, his words lingering long after he was gone.

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sypnosis : After spotting a suspiciously large guy cornering someone behind one of the university buildings, you didn’t hesitate to step in and whack him to ‘save’ the victim—only to realise you’d completely misunderstood the situation and just assaulted one of the most well-known seniors on campus, Varka. Mortified, you disappear with hurried apologies before he could even react, hoping the incident dies with your dignity, but unfortunately, Varka remembers everything—especially you—and instead of being angry, he’s determined to find the girl who hit him, turning your attempt to avoid him into a chaotic game of hide-and-seek.

NOTES: is it really a smau if there's no angst.. (might be a little messy tho..)

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[kkitooo]

Could I please be added to the don’t call me darling, I’m too rude taglist??? It’s so adorable and I love ur writing (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

ure so sweet thankyouu <3 and ofc!!