Idia Shroud x Reader Imagine
"What's this?"
You pull a dusty box from the back of one of Idia's shelves.
"...Huh?"
He glances over from his computer.
Then his eyes widen.
"...No way."
You brush the dust off.
Inside is a small, worn handheld console.
The corners are scratched.
The buttons are faded.
Tiny stickers are peeling from the back.
You smile.
"Is this yours?"
Idia slowly walks over.
"...Yeah."
"You never told me you still had it."
"I... thought I lost it years ago."
You hand it to him.
He turns it over carefully, almost afraid it might fall apart.
"...This thing survived?"
You notice how gently his thumb brushes over the cracked shell.
"It was your first console?"
"...The first one I could call my own."
His voice is quieter now.
"I saved up forever for it."
A small laugh escapes him.
"I used to hide under the blankets at night and play until Ortho caught me."
"He told on you?"
"No."
Idia smiles.
"He'd just crawl under the blanket too."
You can't help smiling with him.
"What did you two play?"
"Oh..."
His eyes soften.
"Everything."
"Racing games."
"Monster games."
"Puzzle games."
"...Anything that had co-op."
For a moment, neither of you speaks.
...
You press the power button.
Nothing.
"...Dead?" you ask.
Idia nods.
"Battery's probably gone... or something inside finally gave up."
You frown.
"That's a shame."
He smiles softly, still turning the little console over in his hands.
"Not really."
"Hm?"
"It already did what it was supposed to do."
"It gave me years of memories."
You glance at him.
"...Besides."
A small grin appears on his face.
"I can probably repair it."
"You can?"
"You underestimate how attached gamers get to old hardware."
You laugh.
"So there's hope?"
"For the console?"
He shrugs.
"Maybe."
Then he smiles at you.
"But even if I can't fix it..."
"...I'm still glad you found it."














