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misteria247

You know what it's like to be nervous around people. Know how claustrophobic it can be, how overwhelming it is. Humans are complex, hard to read sometimes. You've known these things your whole life, having experienced it first hand. Which is why you show so much patience towards Idia. You know what it's like, to feel isolated and different to some extent. To feel as if nothing you do would change anything. You know what it's like, you lived it. Which is why you do what you do with Idia.

You treat him like the others. Extend a hand to him or leave it up to him to choose whether he wishes to join you or not. You give him patience and space, yet always let him know in that quiet way of yours that if he needed someone you were there. Never pushing him too hard, but not giving up on him either. A constant friend should he want to be. You engage with him, learning about him in the little ways that mattered most. Because you cared about Idia Shroud more than you were willing to fully admit. So really it shouldn't have surprised you as much as it did when he started extending those same actions in return.

In some strange way, Idia seemed to know that you were like him to an extent. Seemed to sense that you could get awkward and uncomfortable with people like him. Though you seemed to have gotten a better grip on it than him, there were moments. Where it slipped through the cracks. And he noticed it every time. So just as you have done, he began to do the same for you. He gave a comforting shoulder to you, never being loud with it. But much like you, it was softer. Gentle in a way that he only used for Ortho or Azul on occasion. A soft reassurance that responded to your own, letting you know that if you needed someone he wouldn't mind being that for you.

While on the surface you both did your usual banter or slight jokes but beneath it there was a mutual patience and understanding that had grown. Two people who in a way felt lonely, their experiences vastly different yet the feeling similar. A supportive refuge for one another in the quieter moments when the other needed it. Paying attention to the little things that made the other feel more at ease, extending that patience when it was needed. So it really wasn't a surprise when those feelings of friendship. Of care and affection, became a bit deeper.

Little things holding deeper meanings, silent exchanges that spoke a thousand words. Tender shy touches between hands that just happened to brush too close to one another. Falling in love with him, and him falling in love with you was as easy as breathing. It was natural, organic and real in a way that romance manga could only touch on. It was something that neither of you even realized that you loved the other in that way until both of you sat beneath a starry sky. Ortho and Grim a bit further away talking about the stars and their constellations. You and Idia were seated on the grassy hill, one of the rare occurrences you'd managed to get the Ignihyde house warden outside. The two of you slowly drawing closer to one another until your head was on his shoulder. And his head rested on the top of your head, his blue flames tinted rosy pink from being so close.

Yet he didn't mind and neither did you. Because in the moment, with Ortho and Grim's chatter filling the late spring evening and the stars twinkling their shimmery glow. You both felt it, that deep thumping of affection and love for the other, perfectly content to be exactly where you were. For in that moment there was no place neither of you would rather be other than by the other's side. And it was then it became crystal clear for both of you that you loved the other.

And you wouldn't have it any other way.

anajudraws

idiyuu again because i have too many wips lying around

ac3yuu

idia goes out of his way to make sure you have eaten before him, and are taking good care of yourself, even if it means sacrificing his games and daily pulls send tweet.

he would be such a "are you okay? have you eaten? have you drank water today?" bf meanwhile he probably has not and that forced you to remind him...it's like a mutual exchange lol i love him sm

lulila-safu

"what's the point?" (before book 6)

misteria247

You always find yourself drawn to his hands. Hands that were used to fix countless machines and parts, hard working and always active in some way. Pale fingers that would rapidly type away on a keyboard while fixing countless lines of code and data. Hands that were always moving, unconsciously painting a picture of a story he'd tell. His hands, were one of your favorite things about him. You'd watch them while he'd play his games or fix his inventions and programs. Transfixed by the ease and flexibility he'd show, a man in his element when he had his hands on tools or fiddling with computers. You'd felt those hands many times, felt their strength when fighting against him when he'd overblotted. Skin cold as death, one of many omens of the Underworld which he hated so much. You knew how they were sturdy, strong and built to handle tasks that were harder than most. The markings of a man who's life was in his hands. Covered in calluses from gripping tools or game controllers since he was young.

You also knew how gentle those same hands could be.

Hands that gently touched your own when shyly passing a game controller to you, hesitant to linger because of that cold skin and hidden strength. Always gentle and tender when handling things he loved, from cradling his younger brother's face when he was in need of fixing to picking up Grim to pet him. Yes, his hands were one of your favorite things about Idia Shroud. You loved how your hand fit in his perfectly, your warm skin meeting his cooler one. Loved how when in his rare moments of stepping out of his comfort zone, he'd handle you with care. Attentive and protective, just as he was with Ortho. When you were held in those few moments, his hands cupping your lower back to support you. You felt nothing but safety. A sense of comfort and ease that was so uniquely Idia. He never understood why you loved them so much, grimacing when you'd tell him that you adored them. That you always wanted to hold them in yours. In his eyes, his hands, just like him were cursed. Cold and awkward and fumbling. Idia didn't think he'd ever understand your fascination with his hands, but as he stares at you. Seeing your warm, tender expression aimed at him. Feeling your hands, warm like sunshine intertwining with his and gripping them tightly. Silently promising to not let go, with your beautiful smile beaming at him. Idia didn't find him understanding that important, didn't mind that him not understanding it never being answered. As long as you were there, with your hand in his, that was all that mattered.

#so cute :(