Hello! How are you these days?
Can I request separate romantic hcs of RMU trio (Vincent, Victor and Albert in college era) of how would each of them try to make their crush, Y/N or [Name], who usually saw him as her friend, see him as a man to love?
When he tries his final resort, it works. How did he know?
It's because [Name] gave him a very obvious reaction like "WOW, OKAY. THAT'S NOT FAIR, JWHDDJ," while running her hand through her hand or something like that.
Let's say [Name]'s personality is a bit wild yet introverted and has dry humor.
a/n: HELLOOO!! unfortunately, these days have been quite busy for me. school recently started back up, and for the first two weeks, i had to show up around 6:15am to get some conditioning done for my sport's pre-season. butttt now that it's over with, i should have some more free time to write... but moving off the topic of me, thank you so much for the request and asking about my days! your patience is very much appreciated, and, trust, your order is perfect! i should clarify that being specific just helps me tailor the writing better instead of assuming/filling in the blanks of what you want ^_^!! also i hope this is alright... i don't remember albert's character as much as victor and vincent so i'm going off memory.
cws: none!
relationship: fem! reader x albert kruger, fem! reader x vincent edgeworth, & fem! reader x victor blake
summary: you meet victor blake in one of your core college classes, and through him, you’re introduced to vincent edgeworth and albert krueger. gradually, you begin forming an inseparable friendship with the three. to you, they become your trusted circle, people you joke with, rely on, and feel comfortable around, never realizing how deeply each of them starts to fall for you. silently, they begin wondering how to make you see them not just as a friend, but as someone you could love.
navigation, vincent the secret of myers order list, therapy with dr. albert krueger order list.
⟢ vincent falls for you gradually, almost against his will. slow burn king.
⟢ at first, you're strictly referred to as victor's friend.
⟢ he tells himself he simply enjoys your presence because you’re interesting.
⟢ ...but then he starts looking for you in every room, timing his arrivals to match yours, and feeling strangely disappointed when you’re not there.
⟢ he expresses affection through consistency. through being there before you even realize you need him.
⟢ he doesn't flirt like victor, but he will be there everytime without fail.
⟢ vincent is always the one who saves you a seat, walks on the street-side of the sidewalk, reminds you to eat when you forget (might even leave you some food outside your room), and slides his notes toward you when you miss something in the lecture.
⟢ at some point, this stops feeling like courtesy and starts feeling a bit more personal.
⟢ he notices what you like, what drains you, what makes you laugh under your breath, and adjusts himself accordingly.
⟢ then, it leads him to begin seeking you out more often under reasonable excuses (study sessions, walks across campus, late-night coffee runs, etc.)
⟢ he starts creating moments where it’s just the two of you, in an attempt to try and get you to develop some sort of feelings for him.
⟢ vincent tests the waters by attempting to grow closer emotionally.
⟢ this a huge step for him, and it's really hard for him to share frustrations, admit doubt, letting you see pieces of him that he doesn't even let victor see all the time.
⟢ when that doesn’t immediately change how you see him, it will definitely unsettle him.
"I'm very happy you're able to share this with me, Vince. It must've been... hard to share this. You must see me as a very close friend. I'm honored, really!"
"... Right. Very close, indeed."
⟢ he grows more deliberate, more aware of how close he stands, how long his gaze lingers, how often his hand almost brushes yours.
⟢ he debates saying something for weeks. maybe months.
⟢ vincent weighs every outcome, every risk, until the thought of never knowing becomes worse than rejection.
⟢ so, he invites you over for a study session one evening.
⟢ nothing out of the ordinary, nothing that would raise suspicion, just another reasonable excuse to spend time together.
⟢ the night stretches longer than planned, textbooks slowly forgotten as conversation drifts, the room quiet except for soft music playing and the occasional dry remark that makes him huff out a laugh.
⟢ before you leave, he hesitates, just long enough for you to notice, then asks you to wait a moment, voice steadier than his frayed nerves.
⟢ vincent finally closes the careful distance he’s maintained for months, gaze locked on yours, expression open in a way you’ve never seen, and tells you plainly that he wants to be more than someone you rely on, but someone you could come home to, and see as a partner.
⟢ he's almost scared when you don't immediately react.
⟢ but when you freeze, letting out a very flustered and obvious reaction, he knows that he got his point across.
⟢ victor, is the complete opposite of vincent.
⟢ victor falls for you in a way that’s obvious to everyone except you, and, for a while, himself.
⟢ but once he realizes, unlike vincent, he doesn’t fight the feeling so much as he leans into it. if he’s going to want you, he might as well make it known...and have a little fun doing it.
⟢ at first, you’re his friend from class, the one he partners up with when there's group work, the person he nudges to ask where they are in the lecture when he dozes off for a few minutes, and whispers ridiculous commentary about how the professor looks like they rolled straight out of bed.
⟢ then he starts flirting “as a joke.” major emphasis on the quotes.
⟢ casual compliments blur into teasing, leaning a little too close, brushing his hand against yours when passing papers, touches that linger just long enough to make you pause but not long enough to call him out.
⟢ victor thrives on your reactions. your dry humor fuels his own, your raised eyebrow or unimpressed deadpan makes him grin wider every time.
⟢ he learns your tells quickly: what makes you smirk, what makes you scoff, what makes you flustered, and he plays to them shamelessly.
⟢ he’s patient, knowing he can chip away at the “just a friend” barrier bit by bit, making your laughter, eye-rolls, or sudden blushes his personal victories.
⟢ the more comfortable you get around him, the bolder he becomes, fully convinced that making you laugh, fluster, or shake your head is his fastest way in.
⟢ his final resort happens one evening after a late-night coffee run.
⟢ the two of you are walking back across campus, the night quiet except for distant chatter and your footsteps.
⟢ the conversation drifts lazily until you half-jokingly mention that sometimes you can’t tell if his flirting is real or if he’s just messing around like always.
⟢ victor laughs at first, instinctively, but then he stops walking. completely.
⟢ he turns toward you, abruptly serious for the first time that night, head tilting slightly as his eyes lock onto yours
⟢ he drops the teasing entirely; it's almost scary when he's dead serious for once.
"My dear, I truly hope you know that I am serious when I say you are not a joke to me. None of this ever was."
Victor pauses, stepping a little closer as he plants his hands in his pockets like he’s grounding himself. His gaze is unwavering as he admits that every compliment, every lingering touch, every “joke” was his way of saying what he didn’t know how to say outright, that he’s been completely infatuated with you, from the very beginning.
"Every compliment, every look, every stupid line I’ve thrown your way...I meant them. I’ve always meant them. I flirt for the fun, sometimes, sure. But with you? I mean every last word."
He states, his usual humorous tone is long gone. It's replaced with something you've never seen before from him. It makes your face start to heat up as he pours his heart out in front of you.
"So, I need you to understand that I don’t do halfway feelings, not with you, at least. If you ever decide to look at me as more than just your friend… know, my dear, I'll be here waiting~."
⟢ albert falls for you in silence first. long before he ever allows himself to name it.
⟢ at first, he convinces himself it’s just admiration, but the more he notices you, the harder it becomes to ignore the way your presence lingers in his thoughts long after you’ve gone.
⟢ unlike victor’s outward flirtiness or vincent’s restrained attentiveness, albert doesn’t flirt “as a joke.”
⟢ his compliments are specific, thoughtful, and sometimes hesitant, leaving him second-guessing whether he’s said too much or not enough.
⟢ he’s very unpracticed, though, so every affectionate comment feels like he’s translated it from another language first.
⟢ it frustrates him when you see him only as a friend. every laugh you share, every casual touch, every time you lean on him... both warms him and cuts him in the chest.
⟢ he wants you to notice him the way he notices you, but the thought of pushing too hard, of risking the friendship, keeps him quiet.
⟢ so, he tries to stand out subtly!
⟢ he leaves little notes with reminders or encouragements, adjusts your scarf or jacket when you’re cold, carries your books across campus, offers to help with projects you might not even ask for help with... you name it, he'll do it!
⟢ when that isn’t enough, he tests emotional intimacy in small doses.
⟢ he shares something personal with you, a worry or thought he normally keeps to himself, or he lingers near you just a little longer than necessary during study sessions.
⟢ he’s always calculating, making sure it doesn't come off as desperate, hoping these moments will let you see him as more than a dependable friend.
⟢ but as much as he tries, he sees you still treat him as “just a friend.”
⟢ he starts to feel the pressure of months of hidden affection and careful observation, the desire for something more building until it’s almost unbearable.
⟢ his efforts to make you become interested in him make his competitive antics with vincent look like child's play.
⟢ his final resort comes after a long day, he’s walking you back to your dorm, and the conversation drifts to him “always being there for you.”
⟢ you laugh lightly, brushing off his constant attentiveness, and in a blur, you call him a great friend.
⟢ the words hit him like a truck. frustration, longing, and care collide, and he stops mid-step... is his eye twitching?
“I am more than a friend,”
Albert begins, voice calm but unyielding.
“Every compliment, every gesture, every little thing I’ve done for you… it’s all because I care about you. Romantically. NOT as a friend. ”
He lets a beat pass, watching your reaction carefully, voice softening slightly.
“...Apologies for the outburst. But I would like you to see me the way I’ve seen you all along. Please?”