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" memento vivere "

[riesvalentine]

“If you are born weak, which god should you turn to for solace?”

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ still into you ໒꒱ | a lohen x reader SMAU 𖥻 ACT 1 , PART 7 : "crushcrushcrush"

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₊˚ෆ a/n: ntm on the anaxa slander i didn't know what to name the teacher

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[riesvalentine]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ still into you ໒꒱ | a lohen x reader SMAU 𖥻 ACT 1 , PART 7 : "crushcrushcrush"

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₊˚ෆ a/n: ntm on the anaxa slander i didn't know what to name the teacher

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[riesvalentine]

while we're at it fun fact campus cupid was supposed to be a phainon x reader smau... i changed it last min bc i got lohen pilled

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omg i haven't been paying attention to my follower count AT ALL... 300???? IM SHOOK. THANKS TO EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YGS I LOVE U ALL SM

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ still into you ໒꒱ | a lohen x reader SMAU 𖥻 ACT 1 , PART 6 : "match-made"

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₊˚ෆ a/n: guys i swear i'll post daily again soon

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ still into you ໒꒱ | a lohen x reader SMAU 𖥻 ACT 1 , PART 6 : "match-made"

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₊˚ෆ a/n: guys i swear i'll post daily again soon

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ still into you ໒꒱ | a lohen x reader SMAU 𖥻 ACT 1 , PART 5 : "campus cupid"

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₊˚ෆ a/n: EMPLOYMENT is catching up to me sosososos...

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ still into you ໒꒱ | a lohen x reader SMAU 𖥻 ACT 1 , PART 5 : "campus cupid"

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[iluvzyu]

ᝰ. She's Dating The Gangster !?

╰┈➤  boredom-busting cocktail ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ₊˚⊹♡

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₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ♡ SYNOPSIS  //  assuming he obtained the right number, lohen begs for his ex to come back to him and you find yourself on the other end of the line listening to the pleas of the guy who stole the position of student body vice president from you. he was none the wiser, and you found it so entertaining to watch as he poured his heart out to the wrong girl. so much so that you forgot how unpredictably cunning he was. he then stole something of value from you and dangled it over your head, using it as leverage to rope you into a deal. as payback for playing the role of his ex, you'll now be playing the role of his new, loving girlfriend to make his actual ex so jealous that she gets back together with him. should be simple enough, right?

[pupuslette]

( topping ๋ㅤ ㅤུ †⃨ ׁ 𓏼 lohen,

⭑ 8. public enemy / warnings: feigning — 𖹭

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NOTE: i had a great day yesterday so here's an update ggggg the amount of torture i am doing to the smau lohen will depend on how many wishes i spent on him😍 63

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ still into you ໒꒱ | a lohen x reader SMAU 𖥻 ACT 1 , PART 4 : 𑣲𝄞"do u have to let it linger?" 1.5k words

The walk to the store was short enough for you to not argue. The campus was quiet that time of afternoon. You weren't thinking about anything important. You were thinking about whether Navia would actually be satisfied with whatever you brought back, which felt like a more pressing concern than it should have.

You didn't think about Lohen. You hadn't thought about Lohen in days, actually, which felt like real progress.

The store came into view, fluorescent and warm against the dark street, the automatic doors already propped half open from the cold air leaking out. You could hear the bell above them from a few feet away, a small tinny sound that always went off a second too late after someone walked through.

Inside, Venti was three feet from the door, already holding court with himself over a shelf of chips like it was a genuinely difficult decision.

"Spicy or regular," he said out loud, to no one, since Lohen had already drifted two aisles over without responding.

"You ask that every time," Lohen said, from somewhere near the drinks.

"And every time I need a second opinion. You're a bad second opinion, you never weigh in."

"Because it doesn't matter, Venti. They're chips."

"Everything matters, Lohen. That's the problem with you." Venti grabbed both bags anyway, solving his own crisis without input, the way he always eventually did.

Venti had known you both for years before any of this. He'd watched the whole thing happen back in high school, the slow build of it, the way you used to show up to lunch a little brighter whenever Lohen had texted you something stupid that morning, especially how Lohen used to actually let his guard down in a room if you were in it. He remembered the version of the two of you that existed before everything fell apart, the quiet, easy version, it looked almost effortless from the outside even when it probably wasn't. He'd also watched the end of it happen, the silence that followed lasting so long it stopped being something people brought up at all.

There was a version of today where he could've steered clear of any of this entirely. He chose not to. He told himself it was an accident later, when Tartaglia asked. It mostly wasn't.

The bell rang again.

You walked in still looking down at your phone, thumb hovering over Navia's last text and didn't look up until you were already three steps into the store.

"Hey!" Venti's voice carried easily across the narrow aisle, completely unconcerned with subtlety. "Didn't expect to run into you here."

You looked up, smiled instinctively, because it was Venti, and you liked Venti, you'd liked him from the very first conversation you'd ever had with him. The smile held for exactly one second before your eyes moved past him to the person standing just behind his shoulder.

Lohen.

The fluorescent light wasn't kind to most people, washing them out, making everyone look a little tired and a little gray. It didn't do that to him. He looked the way he always had, like the room had simply adjusted itself around him instead of the other way around, and you hated how easily that thought arrived.

Your smile didn't drop so much as freeze mid-motion, stuck there like your face hadn't gotten the memo yet.

"Hey," you managed, voice softer than you meant it to come out.

"Small world," Venti said, glancing between the two of you, perfectly aware of exactly how untrue that phrase was. There was nothing small about it. He'd known both your names long before tonight, known the history behind them even longer, and he said it anyway, like he hadn't just walked the two of you into the one collision he could've avoided.

Neither of you said anything for a second. Just looking.

"Funny running into you," you said finally, the words coming out gentler than you wanted them to.

"Yeah." Lohen's voice had dropped, quieter than it had been a second ago, like the words cost him something to let out. His eyes hadn't moved from you yet.

"You guys good? Need anything?" Venti asked, holding up a bag of chips like it might do something to settle whatever was sitting heavy and warm in the air between the three of you. "We're just grabbing stuff for a hangout."

"Same, actually." You gestured vaguely at the empty basket still hanging from your hand, unfilled so far. "My roommates ran out of snacks."

"No way," Venti said, sounding far too delighted by this fact. "We're doing the exact same thing right now."

"Of course you are," you said, not quite under your breath, the corner of your mouth betraying you before you could stop it.

You moved toward the snack aisle quickly after that, telling yourself it was about the shopping and nothing else. Lohen ended up in the same aisle four steps later, the two of you reaching for the same shelf at the same moment, your hand brushing his before either of you could pull back. You were surprised by how cliche this was.

Neither of you moved right away.

It was such a small thing, the barest contact, gone almost before it registered, and still it left something warm sitting in your chest.

"Sorry," you said, quietly.

"It's fine," he said, just as quiet, and for a second his eyes dropped to where your hands had almost touched before lifting back to your face.

There was a beat where neither of you reached for the chips again, both of you just standing there a little too close, the aisle narrow enough that there was nowhere else to be.

"You can take it," he said eventually, voice low, stepping back only half a step, like he didn't fully want to.

"I don't need it that badly."

"Take it anyway." A pause, his eyes on you the whole time. "You always liked that brand more than I did."

The sentence landed somewhere soft and unguarded. You hadn't expected him to remember that. You weren't sure what to do with the fact that some part of him had carried it this far, through the year of silence, still intact.

"Thanks," you said, voice barely above a whisper, taking the bag from his hand, your fingers grazing his again on the way.

Neither of you said anything else for a long moment. His eyes still on you like he hadn't decided to look away yet, until Venti's voice cut through from the next aisle over, too cheerful, too well timed to be accidental.

"You guys finding everything okay?"

"Fine," you both said, at the exact same time, softer than either of you intended, and something about saying the same word at the same moment made it harder to look away from each other than it should have.

You grabbed the last few things on your list after that, slower than you needed to, and said something that was supposed to sound like a normal goodbye. It came out quieter, almost reluctant. Lohen watched you go, didn't say anything else, didn't have to. Venti stayed behind at the register a beat longer than necessary, watching the door swing shut behind you. Something unreadable and a little pleased on his face that he didn't bother explaining to Lohen, who didn't ask anyway, because some part of him already knew.

By the time you got back, the bag of snacks had left a faint red line across your fingers from how tight you'd been holding it the whole walk back. Furina opened the door before you even knocked, like she'd been watching for you through the peephole, which, knowing her, she probably had been.

"Finally," she said, then immediately frowned. "Why do you look like that."

"Like what."

"Like you fought someone and lost."

"I didn't fight anyone." You set the bag down on the counter harder than necessary, and three different snack items rolled out onto the table like they were trying to escape the situation too.

Tartaglia, who had been suspiciously quiet on the couch since you walked in, did not look up from his phone.

"You good?" Navia asked, already digging through the bag for the specific items she'd requested, only half paying attention.

"I'm fine. Some guy at the store was rude about the line, I said something back, it's not a big deal." The lie came out smoother than you expected it to, which only made you feel slightly worse about saying it.

"You don't usually let stuff like that get to you," Clorinde said, watching you a little too closely from her spot on the floor.

"I'm allowed to have an off day, Clorinde."

"Sure," she said, in a tone that meant she didn't fully buy it but had decided not to push.

"Can we just start the movie," you said, mostly to redirect the room's attention somewhere else.

Furina clearly wanted to keep asking, you could see it sitting right there behind her eyes, but Wriothesley had already grabbed the remote and pulled up the streaming app, and within a minute the opening credits were rolling and everyone had settled into their usual spots, Navia stealing half the blanket from Clorinde, Lyney narrating the title sequence like it personally offended him.

You sat down last, pulling your knees up to your chest, and didn't look at your phone again for the rest of the night. You told yourself that counted as moving on.

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₊˚ෆ a/n: damn updates r lowk getting slower.. im trying to keep up guys i swear

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[riesvalentine]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ still into you ໒꒱ | a lohen x reader SMAU 𖥻 ACT 1 , PART 4 : 𑣲𝄞"do u have to let it linger?" 1.5k words

The walk to the store was short enough for you to not argue. The campus was quiet that time of afternoon. You weren't thinking about anything important. You were thinking about whether Navia would actually be satisfied with whatever you brought back, which felt like a more pressing concern than it should have.

You didn't think about Lohen. You hadn't thought about Lohen in days, actually, which felt like real progress.

The store came into view, fluorescent and warm against the dark street, the automatic doors already propped half open from the cold air leaking out. You could hear the bell above them from a few feet away, a small tinny sound that always went off a second too late after someone walked through.

Inside, Venti was three feet from the door, already holding court with himself over a shelf of chips like it was a genuinely difficult decision.

"Spicy or regular," he said out loud, to no one, since Lohen had already drifted two aisles over without responding.

"You ask that every time," Lohen said, from somewhere near the drinks.

"And every time I need a second opinion. You're a bad second opinion, you never weigh in."

"Because it doesn't matter, Venti. They're chips."

"Everything matters, Lohen. That's the problem with you." Venti grabbed both bags anyway, solving his own crisis without input, the way he always eventually did.

Venti had known you both for years before any of this. He'd watched the whole thing happen back in high school, the slow build of it, the way you used to show up to lunch a little brighter whenever Lohen had texted you something stupid that morning, especially how Lohen used to actually let his guard down in a room if you were in it. He remembered the version of the two of you that existed before everything fell apart, the quiet, easy version, it looked almost effortless from the outside even when it probably wasn't. He'd also watched the end of it happen, the silence that followed lasting so long it stopped being something people brought up at all.

There was a version of today where he could've steered clear of any of this entirely. He chose not to. He told himself it was an accident later, when Tartaglia asked. It mostly wasn't.

The bell rang again.

You walked in still looking down at your phone, thumb hovering over Navia's last text and didn't look up until you were already three steps into the store.

"Hey!" Venti's voice carried easily across the narrow aisle, completely unconcerned with subtlety. "Didn't expect to run into you here."

You looked up, smiled instinctively, because it was Venti, and you liked Venti, you'd liked him from the very first conversation you'd ever had with him. The smile held for exactly one second before your eyes moved past him to the person standing just behind his shoulder.

Lohen.

The fluorescent light wasn't kind to most people, washing them out, making everyone look a little tired and a little gray. It didn't do that to him. He looked the way he always had, like the room had simply adjusted itself around him instead of the other way around, and you hated how easily that thought arrived.

Your smile didn't drop so much as freeze mid-motion, stuck there like your face hadn't gotten the memo yet.

"Hey," you managed, voice softer than you meant it to come out.

"Small world," Venti said, glancing between the two of you, perfectly aware of exactly how untrue that phrase was. There was nothing small about it. He'd known both your names long before tonight, known the history behind them even longer, and he said it anyway, like he hadn't just walked the two of you into the one collision he could've avoided.

Neither of you said anything for a second. Just looking.

"Funny running into you," you said finally, the words coming out gentler than you wanted them to.

"Yeah." Lohen's voice had dropped, quieter than it had been a second ago, like the words cost him something to let out. His eyes hadn't moved from you yet.

"You guys good? Need anything?" Venti asked, holding up a bag of chips like it might do something to settle whatever was sitting heavy and warm in the air between the three of you. "We're just grabbing stuff for a hangout."

"Same, actually." You gestured vaguely at the empty basket still hanging from your hand, unfilled so far. "My roommates ran out of snacks."

"No way," Venti said, sounding far too delighted by this fact. "We're doing the exact same thing right now."

"Of course you are," you said, not quite under your breath, the corner of your mouth betraying you before you could stop it.

You moved toward the snack aisle quickly after that, telling yourself it was about the shopping and nothing else. Lohen ended up in the same aisle four steps later, the two of you reaching for the same shelf at the same moment, your hand brushing his before either of you could pull back. You were surprised by how cliche this was.

Neither of you moved right away.

It was such a small thing, the barest contact, gone almost before it registered, and still it left something warm sitting in your chest.

"Sorry," you said, quietly.

"It's fine," he said, just as quiet, and for a second his eyes dropped to where your hands had almost touched before lifting back to your face.

There was a beat where neither of you reached for the chips again, both of you just standing there a little too close, the aisle narrow enough that there was nowhere else to be.

"You can take it," he said eventually, voice low, stepping back only half a step, like he didn't fully want to.

"I don't need it that badly."

"Take it anyway." A pause, his eyes on you the whole time. "You always liked that brand more than I did."

The sentence landed somewhere soft and unguarded. You hadn't expected him to remember that. You weren't sure what to do with the fact that some part of him had carried it this far, through the year of silence, still intact.

"Thanks," you said, voice barely above a whisper, taking the bag from his hand, your fingers grazing his again on the way.

Neither of you said anything else for a long moment. His eyes still on you like he hadn't decided to look away yet, until Venti's voice cut through from the next aisle over, too cheerful, too well timed to be accidental.

"You guys finding everything okay?"

"Fine," you both said, at the exact same time, softer than either of you intended, and something about saying the same word at the same moment made it harder to look away from each other than it should have.

You grabbed the last few things on your list after that, slower than you needed to, and said something that was supposed to sound like a normal goodbye. It came out quieter, almost reluctant. Lohen watched you go, didn't say anything else, didn't have to. Venti stayed behind at the register a beat longer than necessary, watching the door swing shut behind you. Something unreadable and a little pleased on his face that he didn't bother explaining to Lohen, who didn't ask anyway, because some part of him already knew.

By the time you got back, the bag of snacks had left a faint red line across your fingers from how tight you'd been holding it the whole walk back. Furina opened the door before you even knocked, like she'd been watching for you through the peephole, which, knowing her, she probably had been.

"Finally," she said, then immediately frowned. "Why do you look like that."

"Like what."

"Like you fought someone and lost."

"I didn't fight anyone." You set the bag down on the counter harder than necessary, and three different snack items rolled out onto the table like they were trying to escape the situation too.

Tartaglia, who had been suspiciously quiet on the couch since you walked in, did not look up from his phone.

"You good?" Navia asked, already digging through the bag for the specific items she'd requested, only half paying attention.

"I'm fine. Some guy at the store was rude about the line, I said something back, it's not a big deal." The lie came out smoother than you expected it to, which only made you feel slightly worse about saying it.

"You don't usually let stuff like that get to you," Clorinde said, watching you a little too closely from her spot on the floor.

"I'm allowed to have an off day, Clorinde."

"Sure," she said, in a tone that meant she didn't fully buy it but had decided not to push.

"Can we just start the movie," you said, mostly to redirect the room's attention somewhere else.

Furina clearly wanted to keep asking, you could see it sitting right there behind her eyes, but Wriothesley had already grabbed the remote and pulled up the streaming app, and within a minute the opening credits were rolling and everyone had settled into their usual spots, Navia stealing half the blanket from Clorinde, Lyney narrating the title sequence like it personally offended him.

You sat down last, pulling your knees up to your chest, and didn't look at your phone again for the rest of the night. You told yourself that counted as moving on.

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ᝰ. She's Dating The Gangster

╰┈➤ clefairy ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ₊˚⊹♡

The two boys approach your table and your eyes immediately zero in on the shorter one. You smile as he takes the seat across from you.

"I thought Ajax was gonna be with you guys?" Columbina asks, mid-chew into her pudding.

Aether takes his seat beside Scara. "No, he told me he and Lohen were gonna go challenge Varka into an arm wrestling match."

At the mention of Lohen, Sandrone and Columbina both briefly glanced at your direction. You were about to say something when you feel a soft kick from under the table.

You glance at Scara and notice he was leaning forward slightly, his arm seeming to be extended underneath the table as his eyes subtly gesture for you to humor him and look down. You simply roll your eyes in amusement and played along as you extend your hand underneath to reach for his, never breaking eye contact.

You feel warm as you felt his fingers brush against yours that you almost didn't register the feel of him placing something small, flat, and plastic into your palm. You took it from him and looked down.

Your eyes widen.

You looked back up at him only to see a finger raised to his lips as if to silence you and then further pointed at his phone.

You look back down at your palm, and then back up at him again.

You pull your phone up.

"What are you two doing?"

As she stood up to gather her things, Sandrone shot you two a suspicious glare that drew the attention of both Aether and Columbina towards you.

"Nothing." You two answer in unison as you carefully slide the card into your pocket.

Your attempt to deflect seems to serve futile as Sandrone's eyes followed the movement of your hand tucking the card into your pocket. She must have been in a good mood today, merely huffing and letting it slide. Had she actually seen the card, she would have certainly tried to buy it off you.

As if you would let her.

"Whatever. Columbina, let's go." Sandrone walked off towards the exit of the cafeteria.

"I'll see you guys later!" Columbina smiles, waving as she followed suit.

Aether had decided to linger a while longer, while Kuni offered to walk you to your Biochemistry class.

Although he was physically beside you, literally close enough that your shoulders are almost brushing, it seems as if his attention was glued to his phone.

"Thank you, by the way, for the card. I appreciate it." You broke the silence.

"It was nothing." He shrugs, eyes still on the screen. And that was all you got.

You reached your classroom and he glanced up long enough to wave. You wave back and he's already looking back down on his phone with the hint of a smile on his face. Weird.

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₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ♡ SYNOPSIS // assuming he obtained the right number, lohen begs for his ex to come back to him and you find yourself on the other end of the line listening to the pleas of the guy who stole the position of student body vice president from you. he was none the wiser, and you found it so entertaining to watch as he poured his heart out to the wrong girl. so much so that you forgot how unpredictably cunning he was. he then stole something of value from you and dangled it over your head, using it as leverage to rope you into a deal. as payback for playing the role of his ex, you'll now be playing the role of his new, loving girlfriend to make his actual ex so jealous that she gets back together with him. should be simple enough, right?

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ still into you ໒꒱ | a lohen x reader SMAU 𖥻 ACT 1 , PART 3 : 𑣲𝄞"friday i'm in love" 1k words

You believed in a lot of things, but you certainly did not believe in love at first sight. You'd never had a reason to. Whatever you'd had with Lohen had built itself slowly, over months, over a hundred small ordinary afternoons, and when it ended it ended the same way, slow at first and then all at once. There was nothing about that experience that left room for the idea of falling for someone in an instant. If anything, it had taught you the opposite. People took time to know. Feelings took time to mean anything.

Which made it deeply inconvenient when it happened to you on a Friday, in the library, over a printer.

It was the third floor printer, the one that jammed if you so much as looked at it wrong, and you'd been standing in front of it for a few minutes pressing the same button hoping it might develop empathy if you tried hard enough. You heard someone exhale behind you. Not annoyed exactly.

"It broke down. Had been since this morning." His voice was even, a little bored. "Someone already reported it, for what it's worth."

You turned around expecting to feel embarrassed and instead just stalled out for a second. He had indigo hair and a face that looked like it didn't smile easily. There was something about him you couldn't place yet, something faintly familiar in a way that didn't make sense given you'd never seen him before in your life.

"Great," you said. "So I just wasted five minutes."

"You really committed to that button."

"I had hope."

"Misplaced." He nodded toward the stairs. "Second floor one works. I'm headed that way."

You hadn't expected him to actually walk with you, but he did, and the walk down two flights turned into a real conversation without either of you trying very hard at it.

"You go here for music?" he asked, glancing at the folder under your arm.

"Psych. The notes are for a friend's class. I just got roped into printing it."

"Sounds like a you problem."

"It became one the second I agreed to it." You glanced at him. "What about you?"

"Mechanical engineering." He said it like something he was tired of explaining. "And a student committee, unfortunately. Engagement and community relations."

That caught you off guard. "Wait, I think I know people on that committee. Tartaglia? Venti?"

He looked at you a little differently after that, recalculating something. "Yeah. Both of them. You know them how?"

"Venti's one of my closest friends. Childe's my roommate."

"Small world." He didn't say much else about it, just filed it away quietly, the way he seemed to file most things.

"So what's the committee actually working on?" you asked. "Tartaglia mentioned something a while back but never gave details."

He went quiet half a second too long. "We're not really supposed to talk about it yet. There's a thing in the works. An announcement that hasn't gone out."

"That's not a real answer."

"It's the only one I'm giving you." He said it like he didn't mind that you'd pushed, like he found it more amusing than annoying.

You reached the second floor and the printer sat there in the corner, humming, doing its job like it had never been broken at all. Neither of you moved to leave right away.

"You've got a face like you're somewhere else," he said, out of nowhere, studying you for a second too long.

"I'm right here."

"You're not, though." He wasn't asking, just stating it. "You seem pretty tired, and I doubt the printer was the cause."

You almost laughed it off, the easy deflection halfway up your throat already, and then you didn't. You weren't sure why you didn't.

"It's not really printer related, no."

"Didn't think it was." He shrugged, like it cost him nothing to say. "You don't have to tell me. I'm not asking you to. Just saying it's there. Most people pretend not to notice when someone's holding something. I don't really see the point in that."

It landed somewhere you weren't expecting. Not because it was kind exactly. It was just true and said plainly, the way you'd once had someone say true things to you a long time ago, except this time it didn't feel like a complaint. It felt like he'd actually looked at you instead of just talking past you.

"That's a strange thing to say to someone you just met," you said, quieter than you meant to.

"Probably." He didn't take it back. "Doesn't make it less true."

You didn't say anything else about it, and neither did he, and somehow that felt like the right amount. He just acknowledged it existed and let it sit there between you without making it bigger than it was.

"I'm Scaramouche," he said eventually, like introductions were a formality he'd nearly skipped entirely. "People just call me Scara."

"[Name]."

"Thanks for walking me down here," you added, glancing at the printer like it had personally betrayed you less now that you weren't alone for it.

"Wasn't planning on giving company today." He held the door for you anyway. "You'll be back at that one eventually. They always are."

"Maybe I will."

He took your phone without asking permission first, typed his number in, and handed it back. "In case it breaks your spirit again."

"Appreciate the concern."

"It wasn't much trouble." But there was a dryness in how he said it, the way he undercut his own sentence right after saying it, that you recognized without being able to place where from. It nagged at you as you watched him walk off. Something about the bluntness, the way he'd said something true without dressing it up first, reminded you of someone. You didn't let yourself finish that thought.

You were already pulling your phone back out before you reached the stairs, typing before you'd even left the building.

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ still into you ໒꒱ | a lohen x reader SMAU 𖥻 ACT 1 , PART 3 : 𑣲𝄞"friday i'm in love" 1k words

You believed in a lot of things, but you certainly did not believe in love at first sight. You'd never had a reason to. Whatever you'd had with Lohen had built itself slowly, over months, over a hundred small ordinary afternoons, and when it ended it ended the same way, slow at first and then all at once. There was nothing about that experience that left room for the idea of falling for someone in an instant. If anything, it had taught you the opposite. People took time to know. Feelings took time to mean anything.

Which made it deeply inconvenient when it happened to you on a Friday, in the library, over a printer.

It was the third floor printer, the one that jammed if you so much as looked at it wrong, and you'd been standing in front of it for a few minutes pressing the same button hoping it might develop empathy if you tried hard enough. You heard someone exhale behind you. Not annoyed exactly.

"It broke down. Had been since this morning." His voice was even, a little bored. "Someone already reported it, for what it's worth."

You turned around expecting to feel embarrassed and instead just stalled out for a second. He had indigo hair and a face that looked like it didn't smile easily. There was something about him you couldn't place yet, something faintly familiar in a way that didn't make sense given you'd never seen him before in your life.

"Great," you said. "So I just wasted five minutes."

"You really committed to that button."

"I had hope."

"Misplaced." He nodded toward the stairs. "Second floor one works. I'm headed that way."

You hadn't expected him to actually walk with you, but he did, and the walk down two flights turned into a real conversation without either of you trying very hard at it.

"You go here for music?" he asked, glancing at the folder under your arm.

"Psych. The notes are for a friend's class. I just got roped into printing it."

"Sounds like a you problem."

"It became one the second I agreed to it." You glanced at him. "What about you?"

"Mechanical engineering." He said it like something he was tired of explaining. "And a student committee, unfortunately. Engagement and community relations."

That caught you off guard. "Wait, I think I know people on that committee. Tartaglia? Venti?"

He looked at you a little differently after that, recalculating something. "Yeah. Both of them. You know them how?"

"Venti's one of my closest friends. Childe's my roommate."

"Small world." He didn't say much else about it, just filed it away quietly, the way he seemed to file most things.

"So what's the committee actually working on?" you asked. "Tartaglia mentioned something a while back but never gave details."

He went quiet half a second too long. "We're not really supposed to talk about it yet. There's a thing in the works. An announcement that hasn't gone out."

"That's not a real answer."

"It's the only one I'm giving you." He said it like he didn't mind that you'd pushed, like he found it more amusing than annoying.

You reached the second floor and the printer sat there in the corner, humming, doing its job like it had never been broken at all. Neither of you moved to leave right away.

"You've got a face like you're somewhere else," he said, out of nowhere, studying you for a second too long.

"I'm right here."

"You're not, though." He wasn't asking, just stating it. "You seem pretty tired, and I doubt the printer was the cause."

You almost laughed it off, the easy deflection halfway up your throat already, and then you didn't. You weren't sure why you didn't.

"It's not really printer related, no."

"Didn't think it was." He shrugged, like it cost him nothing to say. "You don't have to tell me. I'm not asking you to. Just saying it's there. Most people pretend not to notice when someone's holding something. I don't really see the point in that."

It landed somewhere you weren't expecting. Not because it was kind exactly. It was just true and said plainly, the way you'd once had someone say true things to you a long time ago, except this time it didn't feel like a complaint. It felt like he'd actually looked at you instead of just talking past you.

"That's a strange thing to say to someone you just met," you said, quieter than you meant to.

"Probably." He didn't take it back. "Doesn't make it less true."

You didn't say anything else about it, and neither did he, and somehow that felt like the right amount. He just acknowledged it existed and let it sit there between you without making it bigger than it was.

"I'm Scaramouche," he said eventually, like introductions were a formality he'd nearly skipped entirely. "People just call me Scara."

"[Name]."

"Thanks for walking me down here," you added, glancing at the printer like it had personally betrayed you less now that you weren't alone for it.

"Wasn't planning on giving company today." He held the door for you anyway. "You'll be back at that one eventually. They always are."

"Maybe I will."

He took your phone without asking permission first, typed his number in, and handed it back. "In case it breaks your spirit again."

"Appreciate the concern."

"It wasn't much trouble." But there was a dryness in how he said it, the way he undercut his own sentence right after saying it, that you recognized without being able to place where from. It nagged at you as you watched him walk off. Something about the bluntness, the way he'd said something true without dressing it up first, reminded you of someone. You didn't let yourself finish that thought.

You were already pulling your phone back out before you reached the stairs, typing before you'd even left the building.

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( topping ๋ㅤ ㅤུ †⃨ ׁ 𓏼 lohen,

⭑ 7. bloom / warnings: slightly angst, confussion, whole house mad — 𖹭 868 words.

rainy days before summer were such a delight to walk to, the smell of wet leaves and the sound of the water drops crashing against the concrete are such good company on your way to school, even if the lack of sweater was making you shiver slightly that silly sensation wouldn't ruin the walk.

in such days like these where the anxiety of finding a way to escape that trip to Dragonspine, adding up that the midterms were nearby and let’s not forget that sudden emotional shift on that seatmate of yours were storming your mind lately, the setting of the rain made those thoughts move away, for some minutes at least.

dragonspine… did the church really have to choose THAT place out of all Mondstadt? as far as you are aware there are not that many people in that area, so why that place? ... whatever, those questions are for dahlia later.

entering the building, leaving your wet umbrella near the entrance and facing the corridors that have your locker near, a familiar umbrella catches your attention.

“hmh, lohen arrived early too.” a faint mutter was added the noise in the hallways.

maybe he was in a better mood today? yesterday he had a gloomy expression as well as he ignored those poor attempts of yours to play tic-tac-toe with him, plus he didn’t even say goodbye at the end of the day.

seriously, what is wrong with him?

leaving the umbrella right next to his, it was time to head to class. people were more present on the hallways than inside the classrooms, the reason for it might have been the time, it was still half an hour before school started.

regardless of that, footsteps guided you to the 2B classroom. before heading to the final destination a small bottle of pepto (stomach medicine) needed to be delivered to someone.

“hi! has mona arrived yet?” her seatmate, sucrose, denied.

to be fair, patience ain’t a quality you are known for, so as long as her seatmate is near leaving the bottle on that table wouldn’t be bad… plus is a good way to make a silly and small prank for her.

with that work done and only having to cross rooms, you opened the nearest door to the back of your classroom, since it was the nearest to the co-occupied desk that wasn’t occupied at all.

did you confuse his umbrella with someone else's? impossible, that was HIS umbrella. last time it rained early you two had a little combat using those items as swords so that umbrella was easy and familiar to recognize.

maybe he went with kaeya before heading to class, pfft— what did that kaeya had to be that interesting and make him stay that much time with him.

whatever.

laying the messenger back on the table, eyes wandered around the whole classroom, there wasn’t anything interesting to do around; where the hell is dahlia? at least gossiping with him would satisfy you enough until you are with your seatmate again.

ugh, hate that feeling. craving for a man, not cool (name).

leaving the classroom again the vending machine at the end of the hallway hovered your attention. there was no line at all! maybe if you get Lohen a snack he might cheer a little? arriving near it, coins began to be introduced until one fell off your hands, clumsy.

leaning to pick it up, a gloved hand made its way near yours… could it be? expectantly your eyes drifted forward and— ah no it’s just mona.

“damn, good to see you too. no need to look that disappointed.”

“sorry I—, nevermind”.

buying some chilli and sour gums plus some other stuff for you and mona, just as a sorry for whatever that was, the two talked and sited near the machine. just pure chitchat to kill some time until the two realized how suddenly silent the hallway was, shit.

“DUDE IT’S 7:15—” mona exclaimed and shushed herself while pointing to a nearby hallway supervisor.

time to run, detention is only for the weak (venti).

splitting near their classrooms you kneeled at that same door than before, luckily it was open. did lohen read your messages? well if he did a little reply wouldn’t kill him.

quickly you entered from that door and sat on the free chair, which was the one on the right, weird this was lohen’s seat… who was on YOUR chair?

wait, that is not your seatmate.

what is dahlia doing back here? WHAT IS HE DOING ON YOUR SEAT?

the emotions piled up fogging up your thoughts but not enough to not make your face search around the room in search of him, once you found him he was back at his original seat from the start of the year. what?

“what the fuck is happening?” a loud whisper made the people on a radius of half a meter to stare at the two weirdly, wait no, they have been staring since you entered.

what happened in that half hour?

before words and frustrating actions could flutter out, a nervous dahlia stopped all with his hand and made a sign to check your phone.

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NOTE: TRIPLE UPDATE😹 i just hit the jackpoooot, not really gg is my last topping update cause i have nothing else written. Time to exercise da brain, i'll try to leave posted or scheduled some chapters for july/aug so my mia doesnt look that obvious kkkkkk BTW PPL recommend me some smaus i already devoured all the ones i love to reread.

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