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Where reader, who’s been working hard to prove themselves to Ratio, gets begrudgingly dragged away from their mountains of work by the man himself. He should really take his own advice…
Characters: Dr. Ratio ; word count: 828
a/n: This is a sorta extended version of Ratio’s part in this fic (or rather, i took an excerpt from this and put it in the fic)
The mess before him consisted of piles upon piles of books stacked on your work desk, and hologram tabs left dormant all around the space, as if a flurry of chaos had swarmed in your once clean and tidy room. With Ratio’s sharpness, he needn’t wonder about what has been bothering you lately. It’s obvious, exams are killing you.
Ratio shifts his gaze to your focused form, seemingly in the flow state and incredibly engrossed in the paper you have been working on for hours. Ratio could hear you murmuring terms related to your field of work. Ratio was way over well-versed to help you with the matter at hand, so his hand replaced yours to hover above the keyboard.
”It seems like you’ve landed yourself into quite a predicament here.” Ratio tilts his head, “Can’t you see how self-destructive your self-proclaimed ‘work ethic’ is? ” Ratio, now standing behind you, casting a shadow over your desk, asks.
You decide to shrug it off with a slight grumble, while Ratio himself continues to press on. “You’re obviously burning out. Even a street lamp can shine brighter than you.” You gently place your hand above his that has now shifted up to your shoulder. “Don’t worry, Ratio. I know my limits.” He raises an eyebrow at you in doubt. The scholar himself has worked with you in numerous projects, and almost all of them end up with him dragging you to the bed to get at least a few hours of rest. ”Listen here,” Ratio starts, “As a scholar myself, I understand the overwhelming desire to seek for someone’s approval of your work. I’ve been both the recipient and the sender of such pleas.”
Just as usual, he had seen through you once again. You almost hated him (affectionately) for always being right. ”Fine.” You throw your hands up in defeat. This project had an enormously huge weighting on your final grade, and an equally large grip on your sanity throughout these past few days. You were reasonably worried about how nobody would see how hard you’ve worked on the project, or even how your own partner, Ratio, wouldn’t be impressed with all your hard work, but Ratio still tells you time after time that he recognises your effort. And that is exactly why you love him. But still, your body couldn’t handle all the stress, and that was evidently shown to Ratio with your dark circles and pale skin. He felt a slight pang in his heart at the fact that you had worked so hard just to gain his appreciation that he would give to you regardless of if you finished the project or not. Ratio wondered if he didn’t show his affection enough to the point where you had to ruin your own body to get it, his gaze shifted to the carpeted floor in guilt.
And thus, Ratio made the smart decision of shutting off your holograms and placing your very own alabaster head over yours. (Yes, he had spent quite a long time sculpting a customised alabaster head so you could ground yourself). After what seemed like several amber eras of nonstop working, his simple movement granted you a rare moment of serenity. Ratio gently grabbed your wrist, guiding you to your shared bedroom. He gestured for you to sit on the bed before gently massaging your shoulders. It was extremely rare for Ratio to show physical affection, considering how he literally isolates his senses from idiots,
You felt your body melt into his, as you lean onto him with your back facing his chest, which you could feel his steady breathing through. You tilt your head to the left, allowing your right shoulder to be more exposed to Ratio’s tender massages. You felt a sense of warmth, like all your work has paid off. You relax your neck, letting your head fall gently onto Ratio’s chest, earning a hearty “mmph” from him. “Enjoying yourself?” Ratio prompts, “Now, do you see how valuable rest is to your work-life schedule?”, he begins to lecture you, “It has been shown in multiple of my own projects that R.E.M tends to happen when—“
You cut off his miniature data report with a kiss. A kiss as tender as the massages Ratio had given you for the last fifteen minutes. You pour all your gratitude and affection into those few seconds that your lips meet, pulling away to breathe and ending with a soft smooch on the corner of Ratio’s lips. Silence followed for seconds, with a flustered Ratio on your bed, back facing away from you. You press your body against his back, with your arms around his torso.
Perhaps you had been straining yourself to the brink of falling apart at the seams. Perhaps Ratio was right, that you did need a break after all the work you’ve been doing. And perhaps, you really needed the cuddle session that followed afterwards.
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a/n: THANKS FOR READING!!!!!!!!!!!!! how did i write like this a year ago i want it BACK
You stuffed the rest of your breakfast into your mouth as you ran through the school entrance.
8:00am sharp. Phew.
Your hand twitched just a millisecond before you decided to slide open your classroom door, then filed straight up to your face, desperately wiping away any sebum and crumbs that landed on your face while heading to school.
Walking into your classroom looking all sweaty and dishevelled isn’t really a good way to end your high school life, after all.
“Partner! You’re finally here!”
As you made your way to your seat, your hands started to feel even clammier. The butterflies in your stomach weren’t exactly helping, having converted your breakfast into flusteredness rather than some much-needed clarity.
You couldn’t bear to sneak a glance at your desk partner, not when you knew that it would be the last chance you’d get to
Yet, your eyes decided to work against your will.
The Sun always seemed to favour Phainon more than others. What had been scorching rays of sunlight was now gently dancing around Phainon’s presence, with streaks of radiance timidly peeking out from behind him. The boy before you had somehow achieved the feat of eclipsing the Sun itself.
You couldn't help but wonder how the sunlight always managed to bounce off Phainon’s chiseled features in such an impeccable way. It’d find its way down his brow bone, then slide all the way down along his defined nose bridge, then scatter to the small drops of sweat gathered on his upper lip. The Sun accentuated the gleam in his eyes even more, mixing in hints of warmth and passion into preexisting ambition.
And all of a sudden, you weren’t staring at Phainon’s side profile anymore. Instead, you were staring straight into the subject of your internal tangent.
“Partner?”
Phainon tilted his head, letting his signature tuft of hair bounce in tandem. Oh, he definitely caught you staring. Though the obvious tug at his lips gave away the giddiness he was feeling inside. Hell, if he had a tail, it’d definitely be wagging.
The obnoxious blaring of the school bell gave you no chance to explain yourself, at least, not until the graduation ceremony was over.
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The sight of hundreds of graduates scattered in front of the school entrance made you realise that your school days were really, truly over.
You wanted to leave no regrets behind, to act carefreely as a student, to scamper around the campus with your friends again, to stifle your snickers after pulling a prank on a teacher. Memories were rushing into your mind in relentless waves, tugging at your heartstrings like a lifeline.
But time doesn’t stop for anyone, let alone a high-schooler.
Before you knew it, tears were streaming down your face. Raw, scorching blobs of reminiscence scratched along your tear tracks, hard enough to form sparks. Your eyes darted around your surroundings, searching for somewhere, or someone, to ground yourself.
Your legs took you to the person closest to you. You gave a sharp tug at the sleeve of their uniform, maybe with a bit too much force.
“Whoa! What’s up, partner?”
Oh. Oh no.
Not Phainon. Anyone but Phainon.
No. Not like this. This can’t be your last impressions of each other. You were supposed to look Phainon in the eyes for one last time, wave, and take your final stride away from high school. Phainon? He was supposed to stay as the high-school crush that you never had the guts to confess to.
Your eyes remained stuck to the ground, not out of spite, but out of fear. The last thing you wanted to see was Phainon’s reaction to whatever this mess was that you’d created. This was it. Your last impression on Phainon would be some excuse of a crybaby deskmate. Great.
All that sentiment you had just a few minutes prior had vanished into thin air. More than anything, you just wanted to leave. Maybe dig a hole somewhere. Preferably through the core of the Earth.
The last thing you expected to feel was Phainon’s warm hand grasping your wrist when you tried to walk away.
Phainon's eyes searched your own in frantic darts. Though, it didn’t feel familiar to you. It wasn’t like the helpless glances he’d throw at you after struggling on a math question for minutes, nor like the desperate “puppy eyes” he’d look at you with when asking for notes. This time, his eyes begged for you to stay. And Phainon said exactly that…and some more.
“Stay.”
“…Why?”
“Because the sunlight looks beautiful on you right now. Just like how you always glow under the golden rays of the Sun, especially when we had to stay ‘till sundown to finish that project.”
You chuckled, amused at the fact that Phainon was a man with some attention to detail. All these years, you spent your time staring at the Sun, your Sun. Yet, you never realised that the Sun was staring right back at you with even more love than you had for him. Every beam of light you’d ever seen was radiated just for you. To you, Phainon was the Sun. To him, you were what kept the Sun from dimming.
You mustered up the remaining courage lingering in your heart.
“Will this be the last sunset we see together?”
Phainon was silent, like the scene unfolding before him was too surreal to be happening.
Phainon linked his hand, with yours, almost tentatively, without saying a single word. He smiled, looking down at your intertwined hands that glowed under the sky’s slow blush towards nightfall.
“As high-school students? Maybe.”
“As partners? This’ll be the first.”
As always, Phainon was able to quell your sadness with his warmth and sincerity.
“You know, the Sun really does kiss you beautifully,” Phainon starts. One look at him, and you knew what he was about to do. Your flushed face now looked more akin to sunburnt than sun-kissed. It only got worse when Phainon slowly shortened the distance between you two, inching closer and closer with suppressed yearning.
Phainon really did feel as warm as the Sun. You couldn’t tell if his lips were so warm because of the heat, or because of his racing heart.
You spent your high-school life looking at the Sun, without realising that you wouldn’t be able to see him if he didn’t decide to shine light on you. The Sun wasn’t as unattainable as you thought, maybe a little hotter. Definitely a lot hotter.
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a/n: THANKS FOR READING!!! i said i was gonna proofread this but i lowkey forgot;;;; let's just hope that there aren't any weird typos or anything teehee.. i usually dont do coloured dialogue but i was scared that you guys wouldn't be able to tell who was talking lmao (cuz i sometimes have that problem when reading)
✦ contents: just phainon being gentle with you, where he'll always find you when you're gone. set in a perfect amphoreus after the story ends where everything is okay, you're crying but the issue is kept kinda vague this is more comfort focused? (1.2k+ words)
✦ notes: a quick and simple piece i wrote for myself because i've really just been crying at anything these days skasksks—
i. recent. ii. masterlist.
something in the air felt off today.
phainon’s day had begun like normal, of course. a quick breakfast of bread, cheese and figs from his usual stall in marmoreal market, nothing amiss amidst the bustling sights and sounds of okhema city.
dusting off his hands, he turns to survey the rest of the city. his gaze sweeps from the towering statue of kephale to the familiarly weathered cobblestone streets, all the way to the serene sky, snow white clouds adorning the vast blue. children ran afoot, playing whatever new game they had invented, and the people of okhema went about their daily business.
their hard-won peace had brushed its wings on every corner, and he saw it brighten the whole city.
truly, all was well.
and yet, even on his path to the antique store, your lively face hadn’t made its appearance.
he waits and he waits, but you’re nowhere to be found. perhaps you were caught up with something else? he’d sought you out in all your usual spots: marmoreal palace, the garden of life, the dromas grounds, aglaea’s workshop, marmoreal market and now, back once more to the antique store, and still, you remain missing.
something was definitely off. you’d tell him if you were busy, that he knows.
his feet carry him to where you live, a path so familiar he could walk it blindfolded. before long, he takes the spare key you firmly placed in his palm months ago.
“for emergencies,” you told him then with a twinkle in your eye. “and for when you miss me, of course.”
well. missing you was an emergency, wasn’t it? so it works on both counts, he muses as he turns the key in the lock.
he finds you there, sitting quietly on a chair, eyes fixed onto the smooth tiles near your feet, almost like an image frozen in time. he hears a sob, and when the door creaks as he opens it wider, you startle. your head snaps up to the source of the sound, and you look at him with a wide eyed stare.
“hi,” you tell him, pawing quickly at your face. “hi, phainon.”
before his steps lead him beyond the threshold of your door, he hesitates. he returns your greeting with a soft call of your name. “are you— are you alright?” clearly, they’re not. he chides himself internally.
you hesitate as well, just for a beat, before you nod shakily. your hands move to your face, the heels of your fist rubbing at your eyes again, and in that time, he kneels by your side. the sight of your downcast figure, with the fingers of both hands curled tightly together over the thumb, with lips swollen, bleeding red, caught between your teeth from incessant worrying, tugs at his heartstrings.
his pale brows knit together, and worry swims in his azure eyes. his thoughts circle around the same point: you’re in pain. how can he fix it?
he’s endured so much for the sake of the world he holds so dear. it would be his greatest failure, if he couldn’t carry his world’s burdens. even if just for a little while.
“what’s wrong?” he asks.
“nothing!” comes back your instant reply. but you do not meet his eyes.
“my light,” he breathes, nudging your knee. “ please look at me, won’t you? you don’t have to pretend to be fine.”
you sniffle and nod, your watery gaze rising to rest on his own. his hands cradle your face delicately, so very tenderly, and a thumb lightly strokes your cheek. “hi, there, darling.” he murmurs affectionately.
“hi,” you manage, swallowing. you send him a weak smile and he returns it, brightly, encouragingly.
he misses your shine. of course he does. but for now? to guide you out of whatever darkness you found yourself buried in?
he’d shine for the both of you.
“you don’t have to tell me it’s nothing, you know.” he says, as he pulls you to sit on the floor with him, hoping that the cool tile would ground your senses.
he gathers you close, his arms wrapping around you until you’re cocooned in his warm embrace. he feels you stiffen for a moment, then melt into the hug as your face finds his shoulder. “what’s wrong?” he asks once more.
“phainon, i-” you start, voice shaky, throat hoarse, and his heart breaks a little more. “can i ask you something?”
“mhm. never hesitate.”
“would you miss me if i’m gone?”
he moves away for a beat to wrap his cape around you, hoping to cradle you in more comfort, as he turns his answer around in his head.
miss you if you were gone? what a question to ask. if only you knew.
if only you knew he’d spent the entire morning searching for you, looking in every possible place in the city, only because he hadn’t heard from you.
he could not even bear to be apart from you for a mere few hours. of course he did not have a tomorrow worth living if that tomorrow did not have you in it. of course he’d miss you.
you’d found his way into his heart and buried yourself deep, and if he ever cut himself open he’s sure it would bear your name engraved in gold.
it’d kill him from the inside out to ever imagine a future where you wouldn’t be by his side.
of course he’d miss you terribly.
“darling,” he begins, leaning his head upon yours. “do you want to know what i did this morning?”
you hum in response.
“i looked for you. and when i didn’t see you, i went everywhere— everywhere you’d usually be. i walked all over okhema just so i could see your face again. so, tell me, my dearest light, if i couldn’t bear to be without you this morning, do you think i wouldn’t miss you if you were gone?”
he moves his head away, choosing to face you head on instead. his hands return to find their place on your cheeks again again, fingers brushing the tips of your ear.
he hears another sniffle, and your bottom lip trembles. “oh, darling, don’t cry. please don’t cry.” he pulls a face, his typical one whenever he wants to get you to smile: pouty lips, a faux sad glance, and all. and in spite of the sadness blanketing your face and the tear running down your cheek, you do. you let out a breathy laugh, eyes crinkling in the same way he knows and adores.
good. that got a laugh out of you. now that he could work with. “please don’t ever doubt that you mean the world to me.” he whispers, wiping that stray tear from your cheekbone.
he wonders what hurt you, to the point where you'd be curled up alone like this, but he’ll find out later. for now, he’d much rather be by your side until you felt better.
you nod, looking a little more at peace, your breathing more even, and for that he is grateful. “thank you, phainon.” for the first time, like clouds clearing to reveal soft rays of light, you smile. it is not quite yet that smile that he loves so dearly, but it'll be back. he'll make sure of it.
he presses a kiss to your forehead in response. “no need to thank me for the truth, my love. there will never be a time where i don’t miss you.”
and he means it.
there will never be a time where he doesn’t yearn for you in your absence. if you ever doubted it again, well, he’d just have to do a better job of showing it to you.
✦ ending notes: does this make any sense does this feel like word vomit i don't know but ksjskkjsjs this was also supposed to be writing practice but um i think i got carried away why is this so long head in hands i had to wrap it up— anyway. phainon's pout is his not so secret unintentional weapon to get you to smile and i'm taking no notes jsjsjs
✦ taglist: @maopll @razsterr (taglist form is linked. send an ask to be removed!)
a/n: I really hope it’s ok for me to tag “x reader” for this one…and that the text format isn’t too weird or anything cuz *each picture is a separate scenario!!!!!!!!*
Journey across the cosmos Ratio's Study (Veritas Ratio x Reader)
Where you spend a night alone exploring Ratio’s study, while said scholar sleeps peacefully inside your shared bedroom, unaware of what you'd been up to.
Characters: Dr. Ratio ; word count: 500
a/n: This is a rewrite of something I posted on my old blog...hope the grammar/writing isn't weird or anything ><
You laid in bed, letting your limbs sprawling across the entire mattress as carefreely as one could. Next to you was Ratio, sleeping ever-so-peacefully with his head slightly propped up by fluffed pillows, tousled strands of indigo framing his features. You smiled at the sight of the scholar looking so relaxed and calm after a long day.
You gently traced his features, fingers moving along with the small bumps or crevices. You noticed the creases in the middle of his eyebrows, accumulated from scowling or frowning all day, and the small flakes of alabaster residue on his cheeks left from taking off his headpiece. These miniscule things reminded you that Ratio, just like everyone else, was human.
Ratio’s hair was messy from your fingers running through his wavy locks. A mischievous voice in your head told you to make silly hairstyles out of it, and you did exactly that. You took three strands of his hair and began braiding it, until it reached just above his ear. You couldn’t help but let out a small snicker at your masterpiece, yet quickly stifled it when the man before you stirred, groaning while turning to his side, backside facing you. You took this as a sign from Ratio that he’d had enough with your antics (as he usually tells you so during the daytime), so you decided to lift yourself up from your shared bed and go wherever your feet took you.
In front of you was a scene far different than your quiet bedroom. Ratio’s study was anything but untidy. In fact, he tidies it every night after he finishes his work as a form of unwinding. The room was filled with fascinating trinkets and curios that Ratio had invented or had been gifted, possibly by acquaintances he’d met in all his years of journeying across the cosmos. A shelf in the corner of the room was lined with almost a dozen of alabaster heads, each with slightly differing details to them, like a slightly crooked nose or a different hairstyle. Perhaps this was Ratio’s unique (and amusing) way of experiencing variety and vibrancy in a world full of monotonous idiocies.
On his desk was Ratio’s golden headpiece that would be tightly clipped onto his hair day to day, perfectly complimenting his beautiful features. You picked it up with ease, twirling it around with your fingers. The headpiece had small scratches and dents on it, but still shone as brightly as Ratio did. That was something you’d always admired him for, of having the ability to shine amongst others, being “abnormal” in the best possible sense. You searched for anything else that was noteworthy on his desk until a miniature statue of himself caught your attention. The statue was about as big as your palm, posing with one finger pointing forward. Even a tiny sculpture could capture Ratio’s essence of being such a self-assured and bright scholar with how it stood proudly under his desklamp and holograms.
By this point, you’d begun to feel so tired to the point where sleeping next to your partner felt like a necessity in life. Ratio's chest was visibly rising and falling with every breath he took, almost inviting you to snuggle next to him under the comfortable blankets. That night, you dreamt of Ratio’s reaction to his hair being braided, and your failed attempts at stifling your giggles.
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a/n: THANKS FOR READING!!!! Next up is chrysos heirs as my texts w/ friends!!! eeee can't wait
FINALLY OUT!!!!!!! I know I said I'd get it done a few days ago but I kinda procrastinated...ehe
read here ^^
honestly might make hsr scholars a series it seems kinda fun
theres also a lot of hidden references in the fic:
"kokopo iii" is one of the dromas in amphoreus, dan heng's is based off of the "the serious of breakfast" lightcone, dr ratio's "you should see a shrink" quote was taken from a quote he said to sunday, phainon's love for honeycakes and yellow-purple combos is also a reference
A series of knocks interrupts your “study session” that consists of pacing around your room and gripping a stack of flashcards in your clammy hands.
No way.
NO WAY.
There’s no way Anaxa would head all the way to your place just to scold you, right??? The man wouldn’t even have enough energy for that…right? He calls himself a “feeble scholar” for a reason….
…RIGHT?!!
You open the door to find a surprisingly calm Anaxa. No scowl on his face, no arms crossed, no tapping his foot like an impatient rabbit. Just a deadpan expression that honestly made him even scarier. It’s giving “I’m not mad, just disappointed” energy.
Anaxa wastes no time in making himself comfortable on your couch, burying himself in what can only be described as a “den” of dromas plushies. He mumbles, “It would be much appreciated if you would stop standing there like you’re a freshman at the Grove…”
You grab the nearest dromas plushie and launch it at him with your flashcards as extra ammunition.
“That’s a plushie of Kokopo III when it was but a young hatchling! Watch it!”
Anaxa frowns, before flipping over one of your flashcards instead of sparking a war between you two. Wise decision. He scrutinises each word on it before reaching a conclusion.
“…You’re not entirely hopeless. We can work our way through this.” He smiles, tidying up your flashcards and placing the pile on your hands.
If THE Prof. Anax says you’re not hopeless, then you’re guaranteed a pass, right…?
…RIGHT?!!!
𝐃𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆
"𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫." .✦ ݁˖
The sweet aroma of freshly-baked pancakes and syrup sneaked its way through the small crack of your door.
Your head snapped at the sound of your cabin door sliding open, but quickly went back to work, assuming that it was the conductor offering you their 5th fluffy blanket of today, or March giving you a shock by placing her icy hands on your unsuspecting nape.
You did a double take.
Wait.
The man standing before you quirked an eyebrow at your sudden jolt.
Dan Heng had his bangs clipped up with two flimsy bobby pins that looked like they were fighting for their lives, probably the work of March (as usual). In his hands lay a tray filled with all sorts of Xianzhou pastries, along with a Belobog-styled set of fluffy pancakes.
You heard the soft swishing of a refreshing beverage next to you.
“Here. I asked Shush to make your favourite drink. It looks promising, though they offered an alternative solution that might quell your stress.”
Dan Heng sets the tray down and clears his throat.
“Ahem. Miss Himeko asked the express crew if they knew who was responsible for knocking over her cup of coffee,” he paused, searching your eyes for any sort of amusement, “Nobody answered, but March ended up spilling the beans.”
To say that the silence afterwards was deafening would be a heavy, heavy understatement.
Then, genuine laughter erupted from the depths of your heart. not because of the punchline, but because of your endearing boyfriend's attempt at comforting you.
Dan Heng smiles, almost out of relief. “There you are,” he whispers.
You blinked away the tears that damped the corners of your eyes. You didn’t know if it was from laughter or stress, but it certainly made you feel much lighter afterwards.
You stood up from your chair, slightly wincing at the throbbing pain of your muscles from sitting in the weirdest positions.
Taking a little break won’t be so bad, especially when it’s with your doting boyfriend and found family.
The mess before him consisted of piles upon piles of books stacked on your work desk, and hologram tabs left dormant all around the space, as if a flurry of chaos had swarmed in your once (relatively) clean and tidy room.
Ratio could hear you maniacally murmuring terms related to your field of work. He bit back the comment of: “You should see a shrink…” said to his students, and instead opted for:
“You’re obviously burning out. Even a street lamp can shine brighter than you.” Ratio tilts his head.
“Lamp?! Shine?! Light intensity!!! Affects!! The rate!! Of transpiration !!!” you hollered, taking a dramatic breath between every few words.
Ratio can't help but rub his palm over his eyes with a deep sigh. Though he appreciates your…attempt at seeking knowledge, whether voluntary or not, Ratio didn’t want to see you suffer like this. Not when he’s spent countless nights fidgeting with his laurel hairpiece until his fingers went red with exasperation. Though that remains a secret, at least for now.
If we take a peek into Ratio's mind at this very moment, we’d see a gazillion of tabs open, some notable ones would be “Sources of dopamine for them”, “Factors leading to their source of stress and their respective solutions”, “Things to consider when taking care of them” etc. etc.
But in reality, Ratio condenses all these tasks and lists into one simple gesture.
He stuffs your handmade alabaster head onto your head, and gently holds it in place when your hands scramble to take it off, complaints of unfinished work muffled through the material.
Then, he carries you to somewhere comfortable for you to rest
Then HOW is he standing at your doorstep carrying two hefty bags of food and a large bag of chimera food just ten minutes after his text was sent???
…You remind yourself to never doubt the efficiency of Aedes Elysiaens.
Your gaze follows Phainon as he makes his way to your room with peppy steps. His hair looked tousled from all the running he did, with his signature two strands of fluffy snow bouncing with each step he takes. A little “awoo~” draws your attention to your adorable chimera…that also donned white fur and blue eyes.
“Like father, like son, I guess…”
“So, what can I help you with?” Phainon prompts, once you two have settled down on your bed. You wordlessly walk over to your gargantuan pile of textbooks, proceeding to flip open every textbook until you finally find that one rough work paper that was all crumpled up like some sort of receipt you’d find at the bottom of your bag.
“Got it!” You exclaim, looking up from the mess you’ve created. It was only then that you noticed Phainon staring at you like a lovesick fool. (Probably because he is)
The man doesn’t even seem flustered when your eyes meet, his boyish grin just grows even wider. Then, Phainon reaches out for the piece of paper and takes a pen out of his pocket (he probably keeps one in there just in case someone asks for it).
Right, he came over to help you with math. Back to business.
The next few hours consisted of a few “No, sweetheart – that’s not how factorization works..” and a lot of “Of course I’ll still love you if you fail your exams!” Your chimera also offered you some moral support by snuggling next to you.
Despite your impending exams, you felt content, at this very moment, at least. On your left was Phainon, who was trying out a new pen trick Mydei taught him. On your right was your chimera, somehow asleep amidst all the chaos.
You struggled between solving another math problem and fooling around with them.
…
HKS, screw maths.
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a/n: THANKS FOR READING!!!! I actually wrote one for the college! au chrysos heirs too but ended up scrapping it cuz I just wanted to get this one out lol...Also, the Dr. Ratio part came from a fic from my old blog, so I might release the whole thing soon too ^^
