They instantly vibed with each other AND move in with each other on the same day Alune arrived haha.
"Whatever it is they're talking about, its getting them teary-eyed" - this really reminded me of their lore in LoL. Their bond is still as strong as ever here ^^
❤︎ what's it like to have heartsteel as your roommate?
❤︎ heartsteel x gn! reader
❤︎ wc: 7.5k/~1k words per character
❤︎ dividers by cursed-carmine
ALUNE
Having Alune as your roommate is as if the heavens themselves opened up and blessed you with an angel from the highest cloud that ever existed. Not only is she put together and meticulous, she’s also sociable and easy to get along with—at first glance, it’s impossible to find a flaw to her qualities as a roommate! If you could, you’d room with her your entire life; that’s how easy it is to live with her.
That being said, you have to address the elephant in the room: she’s the manager of a very rowdy six-man music group. Though she does her absolute best to make sure her responsibilities don't tamper with your day-to-day, you’ve seen her come and go at insane hours. She’s awake and out the door whenever you’re winding down for bed, and her sleep schedule is… unconventional, to say the least! It’s to the point that she’s given up on setting alarms on her phone and uses an alarm clock that she got as a present since its physical blare is impossible to sleep through. She always apologizes profusely for the volume and for the trouble it’s caused you, but you’re content to let her have this much. After all, you know how much she needs it to wake herself up on time and wrangle everyone where they need to be.
Though her work definitely isn’t easy, she has the best stories to share with you whenever either of you have the time to gossip for a few minutes. She’s seen the worst and the best of everyone, and she’s also done it all. From fixing crises to lending the members’ a shoulder to cry on, there’s no challenge too big for her to tackle. Is Kayn messing with you? Alune knows just what to say to get him to pipe down! Sett trying to drag you off to workout when you don’t have time? Alune will swat him away and tell him to grab K’Sante instead! Has Ezreal slacked off on his chores and hoping he can peddle them off to you? Alune is grabbing the dustpan and stomping towards his door. If you need someone to vent to or someone to tell you some crazy drama just to add some flavor to your day, Alune could be convinced into telling you a little something-something if you ask nicely…
It’s also just cute to see her as her own person, away from the baggage of managing Heartsteel. Though she might not be a brand ambassador or getting invitations from fashion houses like the Heartsteel members, it’s adorable to see her own personal touch coming through in her style. In the few minutes she has to herself when she gets ready, humming while she ties her hair back into her pigtails or letting you choose the music queue for her headphones, Alune really does feel like a regular girl who’s splitting a room with you. You’ve learned to savor these golden moments with her, letting her soft peals of laughter warm your heart before she’s whisked away from you. But, it’s all good—she’ll return back to you, far far later in the evening.
Your bedroom door opens with a quiet ‘click’ and shuts with an equally quiet ‘click,’ the sound muted to tell you that Alune is being careful with the knob. She probably assumes you’re asleep, given that even the moon must be yawning from its place high in the sky, but you’re anything but.
“Long night?” You query from your spot in your bed. You glance up from your phone to see shock momentarily flash across her countenance before a sheepish expression overtakes her face. You motion for her to join you on your bed, and you watch as Alune glimpses at her own bed, as if debating whether or not to indulge you or to be responsible and head straight to sleep. Knowing her luck, she’ll need to be up bright and early tomorrow too.
“Photoshoots always get a little crazy. I try to pad in some time in case something goes wrong, but today, some of the technical equipment had some issues. We ended up staying a lot later than expected.” The mattress sags under her weight as she plops herself down. Alune scoots closer to you, and a weary smile overtakes her pale lips. “But the boys were being good sports about it and did their best to help. Even if it’s tiring, I love what I do, so I suppose I can’t complain too much.”
You raise an eyebrow at her. “Well, if you won’t complain, I will. You’re going to run yourself down to the bone if you don’t catch up on some sleep soon.”
Alune opens her mouth as if to argue against you, but she wisely decides otherwise. There’s a playful tinge to her voice as she acquiesces, “...Fine. I’ll allow that much. If I don’t get a weekend to myself soon to snooze a bit, I’ll lose my mind.”
“A weekend? I think I can offer a fix to that even sooner.” You move from your spot. Alune follows you with your eyes, confusion clear in her gaze, as you crawl across your bed to where her bedside table is. You swipe the alarm clock that sits on top of it, and you press down on its buttons a few times before it beeps and goes lifeless.
“Consider this a reward for your hard work today. Sleep in tomorrow. Tell the boys they can wake themselves. Or at least, let Yone and K’Sante know since they’ll probably have to wake the others,” you cheekily remark. You can’t help but shoot her a devilish smirk as equal parts horror and amusement spreads across her features.
She scrunches her nose up as she grins back at you. “It’s like you’re trying to get me in trouble. This will have repercussions, you know!”
“Hey—,” you hold your hands up in mock surrender, “—if it means my dear roommate can sleep in for a morning? I’d say it’s definitely worth it.”
APHELIOS
If you expected a peaceful roommate out of Aphelios, you’d be dead wrong. Aphelios is detail oriented and sassy, which makes for a perfect storm when it comes to any of his projects. He’s a creative soul but also goes deep into something if it catches his interest, and if you can’t keep up with him, then he might decide you’re not worth the trouble. But if he’s getting mouthy with you and rolling his eyes playfully whenever you show up, that level of expression is proof that he can let himself loose around you. It can get lonely, being stuck without a verbal voice, but you’re more than happy to let him use you as a sounding board for any of his ideas, though that always comes with a plethora of pointed side eyes.
Aphelios is a little bit of an instigator. He won’t outright stir up drama for the sake of mischief, but he loves playing harmless pranks whenever he’s feeling peckish and his mind is running too fast for his own good. Whether it’s sneaking a glitter bomb into someone’s package or replacing the shared canister of cold brew in the fridge with soy sauce, there’s always something to guffaw and laugh at whenever Aphelios gets up to no good. He’s more than happy to give you a front row show if you’re willing to lend him a hand—after all, no one would suspect you to be up to anything nefarious—but don’t get too close! Otherwise, he might change his target from another unlucky Heartsteel member to little old you!
But on the flip side, him being so meticulous about remembering all kinds of things means that he’s super attentive about anything you’re working on or any milestones you might be hitting. He’s the first to send you a text wishing you happy birthday, and he’s also the first to wish you good luck if you have a big day ahead of you. He’ll also find random reasons to get up to something just to bring some cheer back in both of your lives: he’s the kind of roommate to shoot you a message about your local ice cream shop running a discount since it’s National Ice Cream Day or something… which is a proposition for you to suggest that you go together. Arbitrary events are that much more fun to celebrate so long as you’re doing it with someone else!
If you can prove yourself to be a dependable and trustworthy roommate, it won’t be long before you get front row seats to the inner workings of Heartsteel. Aphelios is already itching to get another pair of eyes on anything he’s working on, and you’re conveniently by his side for most of the day anyway! From bloopers of any videos they might have filmed altogether to lyrics for their newest song, it’s fascinating to see someone as quick-witted as he is hard at work. If you want to learn what it takes to succeed in such an industry, you really can’t ask for a better tutor! Maybe if you listen close to their next comeback, you might be able to siphon out a lyric or two he’s dedicated specifically to you—a secret and a promise kept between you and him.
You don’t even need to look in Aphelios’s direction to know that his gaze is fixated on you: sharp red eyes honing in on your face in an attempt to read your perfectly mastered placid expression. If you weren’t so familiar with Aphelios, you might have described his attention as akin to feeling millions of needles threatening to prick at your skin with one wrong move. But luckily for you, you do know him—and the intensity coming off of him in thick waves is just him vying for your approval.
As if in consolation, a distracting, saccharine scent wafts up from the donut in your hands. You peer at it from the left side and then the left, contemplating the best angle for your first bite. Then like a vulture swooping in on its next meal, your teeth sink into the sugary glaze and the pillowy soft dough. Satisfaction floods your body like ice cold water seeping through leaky taps, your taste buds singing as if they’re a choir filled with divine inspiration.
“Sooooooooo good,” you mumble. It’s bad manners to talk with your mouth full, but the day Aphelios starts caring about these kinds of minute details is the day that pigs start flying. You flash him a smile that’s all donut bits caked over your teeth, the kind that makes him recoil in dramatically feigned disgust. You pay no mind to his theatrics. “I didn’t know National Donut Day was even a thing! I’m glad you keep up with these kinds of things. I’ll never say no to a free treat.”
It’s a lovely day, all things considered. You wonder if this is what true happiness must feel like: the azure sky stretching across the horizon for as far as the eye can see, mild sunshine warming you up from the inside out until a pleasant tingle waltzes across your skin, a sweet aftertaste of sugar and flour coating the inside of your mouth, a skip in your heart whenever Aphelios scoots closer to you from your shared perch on the road’s curb. You’re like two runaway vagabonds picking at dinner after a long sojourn, though a budding idol and his roommate scarfing down donuts is probably far from the glory of whatever your imagination is brewing.
Before you can get too far ahead in your mental wanderings, Aphelios nudges you with his elbow. You peer at him with wide eyes, as if wordlessly querying him as to what he could possibly want now. He stares back at you with expectant eyes, slightly narrowed. You’d recognize that expression in your sleep.
He wants to be praised for his work, for his diligence at keeping that spark of whimsy alive in your life, for thinking of you and graciously extending you an invitation to step into that small stolen bite of paradise. You bite back a loud laugh, and you return his elbow jab with a vigorous one of your own.
“You are the absolute worst, Aphelios!” A giggle weaves its way into your words, and you’re unable to hide your glee from his drama queen personality any further. “Fine, fine… I’ll indulge you. Thank you soooooo much for letting me tag along. You’re the smartest, handsome-est, clever-est guy ever. Happy now?”
If the smug grin that breaks across his face is indicative of anything, you’d wager that he’s very, very happy.
EZREAL
The token pretty boy of Heartsteel, rooming with Ezreal requires a good listening ear and a good bit of energy. His brightness is infectious, and he’ll easily rope you into doing a million things with him if you give him the chance to: boba trips, local museums, late night car rides, even just hanging around the dance practice room whenever his fancy feels like it because he can’t sit still! If you want a roommate who knows how to breathe fresh life into what might otherwise be an ordinary routine, he’s your guy. Ezreal knows better than anyone else to never stop your pursuit of everyday hedonism, even if that always comes with a pinch of trouble clinging to his coattails.
And because he is the aforementioned token pretty boy of Heartsteel, that also means he has a fanservice quota to meet! You’re getting stuck on photo director duty while he snaps away pictures to post for his loyal fans. Every once in a while, you’ve had to camp out outside in the living room for a few hours while Ezreal goes on live, his cheerful voice ringing out throughout the dorm’s halls while he cracks jokes with fans and reads their comments. He always makes it up to you for your inconvenience. Those sneakers he’s noticed you eyeing? The cute mascot keychain you’ve mentioned wanting in passing? The restaurant on the corner you’ve always meant to check out? He’ll treat you!
Despite his ditzy appearance, Ezreal is super smart. He confesses that had he not been so hell-bent on succeeding as an idol, he probably would have become a historian. Whenever he isn’t neck-deep with idol work, it’s not uncommon to catch him reading scholarly papers or watching a documentary about whatever archaeological topic he’s hooked on for the time being. He soaks up information like a sponge and is more than eager to share his newfound intellectual bounty with whoever will listen. One of his favorite party tricks is for you to give him a random number (“How about… 1,576, Ez?”), and he’ll tell you about a historical event that took place that year (“Oh, easy! That’s the year that Isabelle de Medici, Titian, and Holy Roman Emperor Maximilian II died!”)
Don’t be fooled by all the sparkles and glamour of his luminous persona: Ezreal is sensitive and isn’t exempt from the skeletons in his closet that come out to haunt him when the stage lights go dark. Like everyone else in Heartsteel, he’s tasted his fair share of bitter failure before finding family with the other members, and when the night grows too dark or the day drags on too long, he grows fearful that it’ll all be torn away from him again. Sometimes all he needs is for you to hold him and promise him that you’ll be there for him—and so will everyone else in Heartsteel. Life may be fickle and things may change, but everyone has his back. All he has to do is hold onto the little bit of faith and courage that lingers in his heart, let you squeeze him tight and wipe away his tears, and remember that tomorrow will always come, no matter how impossible today may seem.
“This is going to be such a pain to clean up later.”
Ezreal stares up at you with eyes blown open wide, not too unlike a puppy dog that’s been caught red-handed rifling through the trash. His make-up is slightly smudged, giving the “sloppy, candid effect” or whatever other trend is in vogue these days; you don’t have the bandwidth to care about anything outside your immediate periphery, which makes people like Ezreal feel so much more superhuman in comparison.
Your shared room is absolutely trashed. Furniture has been moved around everywhere: swivel chairs flipped upside down, bedframes pushed out to create some space on the floor, picture frames once hung up straight now shoved askew. All this to create the perfect background for the newest slew of “effortless” selfies Ezreal’s been tasked to post on social media this week. He gives you an apologetic grin, sheepish and boyish. It was just last week that you ended up falling asleep in the hallway and ended up with a sore neck for three days, all because he was the next member due for a late night live.
“But it was fun, wasn’t it? And the photos turned out great, if I do say so myself. Everyone’s gonna love them!” The green-haired boy laughs breathlessly. He’s sprawled out on the floor, half a bottle of dumped glitter underneath him that you’re sure will still show up even after multiple rounds of vacuuming. Despite hours of posing and countless directions from you, he hasn’t lost the pep in his voice. You’ve started feeling the strain a long time ago but pushed through your fatigue to help him, and also because you like spending time with him.
“Next photoshoot, we’re doing it outside. In the park maybe. So we don’t have to worry about where to sleep after everything is said and done. And not so much glitter.” you vow, unable to stop the smile that’s pushing its way to your face. You extend a hand in his direction to pull him to his feet, and Ezreal takes it with a grateful gleam in his eyes.
He pretends to pout, sticking his pretty cherry lips out and huffing his cheeks into round circles. “You want to do this in public! That’s dangerous! What if someone sees us together? I can’t throw you to the wolves like that. If I lose my photoshoot director, I’ll die of heartbreak all alone!”
You roll your eyes and snort, and you do your best to swallow down the minute flutter of your heart when Ezreal starts clinging to you, whining in your ear about how he wants to keep you “aaaaaaaall to himself!” He’s so childish! And yet, what does it say about you, if the thought of being monopolized by him makes this giddy sensation bloom across your ribs like moss creeping across the rough tree bark.
Ezreal is destined for the big stage. He has a heart that’s meant to be adored and loved by the masses, indulging in it all as a long overdue reward for the endless wandering he’s done. But this version of him, messy makeup and tousled hair and splotches of glitter that’s definitely rubbing onto your clothes as he latches onto you, belongs only to you.
KAYN
Becoming roommates with Kayn sometimes sounds like a concept ripped straight from a Wattpad fanfiction. Little old you? Sharing a room with none other than the deep-voiced emo heartthrob of a boygroup as well-known as Heartsteel? You won’t lie, something like this is definitely the opportunity of a lifetime, but instead of a page-ripping romance, rooming with Kayn is more along the lines of him singing his heart out in the shower to raucous rock music. Most people would kill for a “front row” solo concert of his, but your eardrums are begging for a refund.
Despite his take-no-shit tough guy persona, Kayn has a surprisingly soft side. He graciously accepts any gifts his fans send him, and he’ll strategically pose the goodies in various parts of his room so that they “candidly” pop up whenever he posts selfies. Whatever he can’t keep ahold of, you’ve noticed him donating quietly to charities nearby—plushies for sick kids in hospitals, useful merchandise and clothes for homeless shelters, sometimes creating mini-auctions of his signed goods to fans to donate the proceeds elsewhere. He’ll deny it until he’s blue in the face if confronted about it, so you’ve learned to keep your mouth shut. But no good deed goes unappreciated, and you’re grateful that your roommate has a very spiky heart of gold.
You’re also most definitely going to end up on beauty duty whenever Kayn decides to dye his hair in some wild color. Knowing his capricious nature and your luck, he has a tendency to rope you into his salon work in the wee hours of the morning, and despite the fatigue that’ll pull on your eyes in the morning, you have to admit that it’s a lot of fun. You’re stuck in a cramped bathroom with a man who won’t quit squirming even if it’ll save his life, and there’s vibrant streaks of blue and pink and purple and whatever else caught his eye flying everywhere. The place reeks of fumes and will continue to do for days, but the glimpse you catch of your huddled forms in the fogged-up mirror doesn’t lie. You’re both grinning from ear to ear, skin and hair and everything stained in insane colors, unable to keep the volume down in any way despite the late hour. The groupchat will definitely grump about the noise later… but isn’t keeping up with appearance a tenet of being a true idol?
Kayn doesn’t do much to quell his whole “bad boy” shtick, but he’s incredibly emotionally intelligent. As much as he loves to push and prod at your buttons at any given chance, if he notices that you’re not as responsive or more abrupt with your quips back at him, he knows better than anyone else to give you space. If you need someone to vent to or a friend who’ll mercilessly threaten to beat up anything or anyone that inconvenienced you in any way, shape or form, that day, you won’t find a better person than Kayn. Just don’t question it too much if the metaphorical beat-up ends up being a little literal.
“I can’t believe you fucking woke me up for this shit,” you grumble. You squint, your irises shrieking in protest against the blindingly bright bathroom light, and you wonder how awful you must look like now—half-asleep with plastic gloves shoved over your hands, your most worn-down clothes thrown onto you. A dumpster-diving raccoon with a half-eaten bag of fast food on its head would look more glamorous than the sorry state you’re in right now. “I have things to do in the morning too, you know. You might not consider my life exciting since I’m not an idol like you, but I also have responsibilities!”
Kayn doesn’t pay any attention to your grumbling as he plops himself down assuredly on the toilet, not too dissimilar to the blasé attitude of a tyrant king sitting himself down on a gilded throne. “I never knew my roommate had such a potty mouth. Should I make you wash your mouth out with soap after you’re done dyeing my hair?”
“Shut the fuck up,” you retort back, though there’s no actual sting in your statement. He’s already won the battle given that you’re begrudgingly awake and accepting the fact that you’ll be imprisoned in your shared bathroom with him for the foreseeable future. Goodbye, full eight hours of sleep; hello, bickering like a married couple until sunrise.
Kayn rolls his eyes at you through his reflection in the slightly grimey bathroom mirror, and you bite back the urge to throttle him until he chokes out a breathless apology. But instead, because someone has to be the saintly one between the two of you and it sure as hell isn’t him, you sigh loudly and pick up the bottle of hair dye.
“You’d think that for someone as rich and well-known as you are, you’d pay to get this shit done professionally. Who’s to say I won’t fuck it up royally just to spite you?” You mutter under your breath as you start to divide his hair up into even sections. Despite the many years and years of non-stop dyeing and whatever other shenanigans he insists on doing to his scalp, you prickle with jealousy at how unnaturally healthy his hair is.
Your roommate gives a noncommittal shrug. “Too expensive. And what’s the fun in that? I’d much rather deprive you of your sleep every few months and then spend the next week checking under my pillow to make sure you didn’t stick an ice pick underneath it.”
You hate how cocky he sounds, and more than anything, you hate that you let him get away with whatever he wants despite all of your constant nagging. Kayn knows this, he knows that he can ask you for whatever he wants, just as much as you know that in your hour of need, he’ll be there no matter how much he spouts about refusing to tie himself down to anything or anyone.
“Check your blankets too next time. I might shove some thumbtacks in there for good measure.” You pour a generous helping of dye over a handful of his hair, feeling him noticeably shudder underneath you from the sudden temperature drop. You smirk right back at him as he rears up to snap at you, your positions quickly swapped.
Serves him right.
K’SANTE
Until you became roommates with K’Sante, you were pretty certain that men like him existed only within the pages of a swoony romance novel. Can you blame yourself? Not only is he drop-dead gorgeous, well-groomed, and impeccably dressed, but he’s also an idol with fantastic manners and a strong sense of responsibility. He’s firm but eloquent, treats you with a great deal of respect, and seems to make it a personal mission so that his career or his presence doesn’t cause you any inconvenience as your roommate. Half the time you’re convinced that you dreamt him into existence out of some deep-rooted desire for a roommate that won’t end up with you ranting on some obscure sub-Reddit, and somehow you won the mega-lottery which has you contemplating if you’ve died and reincarnated as the MC of some isekai idol manhwa.
Luckily for you, K’Sante is just as real as you are. He’s swept up often in a bunch of diplomatic and administrative work as one of the co-leaders of Heartsteel, so it’s not uncommon to catch him studying foreign languages diligently or helping one of the other members draft up social media posts. You don’t necessarily mean to snoop when he’s knee deep in work, but there’s something so dependable about him that makes you want to drop whatever you’re doing and just watch him, blinded with pure admiration. You’re given the same 24 hours in a day as he is, and yet, it feels like he can cram in so much more than you can. From idol practice to fanservice to working out, K’Sante dutifully fills every minute of his day with something to keep himself busy and still miraculously finds the time to get enough sleep and eat three square meals.
One of your biggest motivations to get up early in the morning is to watch K’Sante shave. As creepy as this might make you sound, it’s surprisingly therapeutic to watch him groom himself in the comfort of his own room. There’s a rhythm to his routine, his hands wiping away the foam and lather from his face, the gentle yet assured way he pulls and drags his razor across the planes of his chin and jaw, the determined look he wears in the mirror’s reflection as he checks over his handiwork… It’s hypnotic, like you’re a stupefied sailor being drawn out by an alluring siren’s song. K’Sante seems amused by your interest and will sometimes even invite you to come take a closer look, cracking a wide grin at the sight of you slowly slinking closer to him like you’re a toddler who’s been caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
K’Sante is also always getting chased around by fashion brands worldwide. You often find the entrance to your room overrun with packages from all kinds of designers sending him sample clothing in hopes of winning his favor and getting his endorsement. Being the level-minded man he is, K’Sante can never turn away these packages, but that also comes with the drawback of having a closet that’s consistently being overrun with high-end clothes that he can’t seem to get on top of. He’s more than happy to let the other members and even you take your pickings at whatever catches your eye. Besides, he thinks it’s a nice touch that all of you can match, and he even admits every now and then that it’s cute to see you wandering out and about in his clothes.
A mountain of clothes sits atop K’Sante’s bed. It’s hard to make out where the pile starts and where it ends, hordes of sleeves and fabric and buttons tumbling down as if a luxurious landfill had grown legs and made its home in K’Sante’s half of the room. You blink once, then twice, and when the pile of designer clothes hasn’t disappeared by your third blink, that’s when you have to accept the fact that this isn’t a dream.
“Another round of gifts,” K’Sante laughs next to you, the sound coming out in low rolling waves. “This is a very fortunate problem to have, I’d say.”
“Didn’t you just finish cleaning out and donating the last round too?” You pinch one of the jacket sleeves sticking out of the pile. The material feels cool and rich just from the slight touch, and you instinctively know that the kinds of clothes sitting in front of you are the kinds that you could never afford. And yet, here you are with the excess and the task of somehow sorting them all out.
“Indeed,” K’Sante sighs. He lets his serene eyes flutter shut for a second as he mulls out loud, “Ever since Heartsteel started gaining some success, these brands have been clambering to get one of us as their ambassadors. It seems that they’ve all directed their attention towards me. I’m quite grateful to receive their interest, but at this point in my career, I’d rather focus on the group than to chase individual opportunities like the ones being offered here… But it would be an insult to these companies if I were to outright refuse.”
“So you’re telling me that you need this taken off your hands?” You eye the jacket you had been squeezing, and you cast a hopeful glance towards K’Sante. This is a routine you two are all too familiar with, running around the Heartsteel dorm trying to peddle off different clothes, erupting into laughter when someone inevitably gets stuck putting on something that doesn’t fit, kicking off an impromptu fashion show in the cramped hallway so everyone can show off their pickings.
“It would be beneficial for me, yes. Would you like to try anything on? I’d be more than happy to give you my opinion, if that’s something that’ll help you decide,” your handsome roommate chuckles. You fight the heat that bubbles up to your face, struggling to keep your not-so-cool composure. You let go of the jacket and let your hands slide over all the cotton, velvet, silk, and more, until you pick something that you think will flatter K’Sante best.
“Well, I’d feel bad taking away stuff that was meant to be yours,” you muse, holding the flashy jacket you picked out to K’Sante. “So how about we both pick things out? I think there should be quite a few things here that would look good on you, especially if these designers kept you in mind.”
He takes the jacket from you, smoothing his hands over the material. He shoots a look at you, one filled with intrigue that he usually reserves only for when he knows he doesn’t have to don his diligent public persona. “A fashion show with just the two of us… Very well. I suppose I can indulge you with this much.”
SETT
For the most part, Sett’s a pretty agreeable roommate. He can be brash and loud and boisterous, but behind the rowdiness, he’s a surprisingly empathetic individual with a deep sense of responsibility. If you aren’t the most extroverted or tend to shy away from big personalities like him, it might take some time getting used to, but all things considered, you’ve won the roommate lottery for the most part if he’s the one who you’re splitting your room with. He’s not the cleanest person in Heartsteel, but he takes the whole “clean any mess you make up” mantra pretty seriously. At most, he might accidentally leave a pair of shoes kicked off unkempt on his side of the room, but that’s about the extent of any of his wrongdoings.
His mom is always sending him care packages to make sure Sett’s keeping on top of his health! You’ve had to bring in one of Sett’s packages every now and then when he’s caught up with late night idol duties, and once she hears about how you’ve been a good friend and a wonderful roommate to Sett, she’ll start sending a little treat to you every now and then. It feels a lot like a miniature version of meeting the in-laws for some reason, but you can’t complain—her cooking is excellent, and Sett does a great job heating up any prepped dishes she sends for you two to share.
Speaking of packages, it’s thanks to the labels on them that you find out his full name is Settrigh. It’s an open secret amongst the Heartsteel members, but Sett still vividly remembers the first time you looked him dead in the eye and called him by his given name. Normally it’s a name that only his mom uses, so he’s typically not used to other people referring to him that way. But… there’s something nice when you’re the one calling him Settrigh. He likes it when you toss it in every once in a while, a reminder that you’re a part of his home, in a way. His name sounds right in your voice, in your mouth, and hearing you call him his full name quietly, just the two of you together, in the privacy of the four walls you share, is the flavor of quiet intimacy he’s come to appreciate the most after plunging headfirst into a hectic life as an idol.
It’s not uncommon for you to come home to find Sett in the middle of a workout. Typically, he’s off to the gym with K’Sante or anyone else he can rope into going with him, but every now and then, he’ll exercise at home if he can’t find time for a whole outing. He’s respectful of your space and the noise, so he’ll stop if you really need him to but otherwise he’ll keep doing his thing. It’s not crazy that you might find your eyes wandering to him working out every few minutes or so… your gaze slipping over his bulging biceps, the broad expanse of his chest, his thick thighs… You can’t help but realize he’s been working out at home more frequently as of late. Could this be his attempt at subtly showing off in front of you?
“Working out again?”
The sight of a breathless Sett going at it with a makeshift pull-up bar he’s installed on one of the walls welcomes you when you open the door. He glances quickly in your direction, a bead of sweat trickling down the exposed nape of his neck, and after swiftly wrapping up his current set, he hops down onto the ground with a loud ‘THUMP’ and shoots you a nod in your direction as his form of greeting you.
Your heart skips a beat inside your chest when Sett’s throat bobs. A wide smile breaks out across his face, one that you swear could chase away even the most belligerent storm clouds until nothing but sunshine arcs across the sky. When you first moved in with him, you liked to think that he was just a roommate and someone you could let your guard down around. After all, this was your room and your space as much as it was his, and you didn’t want to turn him into something that made you antsy if you had to spend so much of your private hours with him.
Though as of late, that mentality appears to be nothing more than rose-tinted determination.
Sett, oblivious to the heat that flares up under the thin skin of your face, swipes at the shiny sheen coating his handsome face. “Gotta keep in shape—I need all the strength and stamina I can get in order to keep up with everything around me! Besides, working out’s a great way of blowing off steam too. Not that I really need to, but… you get my point.”
“Yeah.” The word tumbles out of your mouth, quiet as if intent on betraying the tightness building up inside of your throat. You feign a cough into the corner of your elbow. You can’t always remain on the defensive when it comes to this weird push-and-pull. You’re not as brazen as he might be, but if he’s expecting you to just roll over and take it, then he’s dead wrong!
“You’ve been working out a lot at home. Nothing wrong at the gym, I hope?” You innocently query. Sett rolls his shoulders, the veins crisscrossing across his muscles pressing out prominently.
He pretends to think, and then he shrugs. “It's more convenient to be at home sometimes. Less of a hassle, you feel? And I get to make conversation with you too. You know, you really should join me in working out. I’ll even show you my secret routines for bulking up!”
You raise an eyebrow, and this time, it’s your turn to let your face break out into what you hope is an unreadable smile on his part. You go through the motions of mulling it over, humming just a tad under your breath.
“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. I have a lot on my plate too,” you remark plainly. You flit your vision over from the workout equipment he’s got scattered around your shared room to his toned body before dragging your eyes slowly up to his flushed face. “But if it’s you specifically that’s offering… How could I refuse you, Settrigh?”
YONE
Having Yone as your roommate feels like both a blessing and a curse. To start with the objective positives: Yone will never burden you with being a bad roommate on paper. When it comes to staying clean and organized, maintaining a relatively reasonable schedule when his career allows for it, and making sure any other domestic chores have been taken care of in a timely manner, Yone maintains his living space and home habits like he’s running the navy. For the most part, he draws a strict line in the sand separating your section of your life from his. If you want a roommate who won’t bother you and keep his hands clean, you can’t ask for anyone better than Yone.
On the flip side though, that also means Yone expects a relatively high standard of living from you as well. He’s not asking your side of the room to be spotless or anything, but he might give you a leer every now and then if he thinks you’ve been slacking off on doing your part of your chores. He’s more than happy to lend a hand or show you how to do something if you need guidance, but he’d be much more appreciative if you took initiative. He thinks his living quarters are a place of relaxation and recuperation, and if he’s carrying his weight to not be a burden on you, he thinks it’s fair to expect the same out of you.
Yone’s mom-friending goes beyond just chores though: he truly means well from the bottom of his heart, but he can also be a bit of a stick-in-the-mud at times. Stayed out too late and need a way back home? Yone will always show up to bail you out of trouble, but the weary look in his eyes and his pretty lips beginning to droop into an austere frown are all tells that you’re going to be stuck in an inescapable lecture the moment you two are in private. But he does care for you genuinely too: if he notices that you’ve started skimping on meals or sleep during your busy periods, you’ll notice him leaving nutritious snacks or a relaxing face mask in places he knows you frequent. It’s a touching gesture, so you better accept his kindness lest he starts fussing over you even more!
If you do have the misfortune of becoming sick to the point of being bedridden, Yone will be there to tend to you hand and foot. He’s the one taking your temperature intermittently to see how you’re faring, sending off the more rowdy boys out to buy you energy drinks and snacks so you can have some quiet to rest, waking you up gently to spoonfeed you something warm to ensure you’re not on an empty stomach. There’s something so intimate about cracking your eyes open from a dazed sleep to see him hovering over you, with his long hair flowing down his shoulders like wisps of snow-touched daydreams, brows furrowed in slight worry, his cool hand pressed against your forehead. Shhh, shhh, don’t say anything, and focus on regaining your strength—Yone has your back.
“You’re probably busy…” Your voice leaves you in a wheeze that comes out far more strained than you’d like it to be. If you’re trying to convince your nurse-turned-roommate that you’re starting to regain your strength, everything you’ve shown him so far has been utterly unconvincing.
A mountain of blankets have been heaved onto your sweating form, though despite the multiple layers coating you like you’re the center ring of a baumkuchen, you still shiver. You lick your lips weakly and eke out, “You don’t have to sit by me all the time. I don’t want you to get in trouble because you’re not doing your work…”
“You have such little faith in me,” Yone murmurs back. His words are meant to be somewhat chastising, but he takes care to round them out to soften the blow. All the nagging in the world won’t make you feel any better, not when what you need most is soothing whispers and a whole lot of time to sleep, eat, and bring some peace to your mind. “Do you think I can’t manage both you and my work? You underestimate what I’m capable of.”
You barely repress a cough. Your eyes have loosened up, all of their usual upbeat vivacity having evaporated underneath the fog of your sickness, half-lidded as you struggle to stay coherent. Your brain feels like it’s been stuffed full of cotton balls, your fever running rampant throughout your body. “I don’t want you to have to sacrifice anything at my expense. You better be resting too.”
“I think that’s my line,” Yone coolly returns, but the exasperated smile that tiptoes across his face is proof that his bite doesn’t hold any real sting. He brings his chair that he’s kept your bedside a little bit closer, hovering over you as you’ll disappear into thin air if he takes his eyes off of you for a second.
You let out a content sigh when he slips his large palm over your forehead. You almost melt into the coolness of his hand, the temperature a much needed contrast to your overheating skin. Normally you’d quip that his icyness does more harm than good, but right now, the only thing you can feel towards your dutiful roommate is pure gratitude. And perhaps a little bit of clinginess too, for good measure, since being this sick all alone is enough to be a living nightmare of its own.
“So you’ll stay then?” You add on meekly, lifting your eyes to meet his face. His expression is filled with nothing but pure-hearted fondness, and if you weren’t already on the cusp of melting into a puddle of goo from the heat, you think you might have done so right then and there.
He nods, his thumb smoothing over the thin skin of your forehead in comforting waves. The repeated action lulls you into a sense of security, as if he’s the one wrapping his arms around you in lieu of the blankets.
“I’ll stay for as long as you need me,” Yone whispers, “I won’t go anywhere you can’t reach.”
I love tomodachi life's personality traits so much, it feels very fitting to the characters. I had a lot of fun fitting the traits with their lores lol.
Aphelios daydreaming of his home game. Trust me Aphelios, you do not wanna go back to the rift.
~~~~~Their first interactions~~~~~
Alune trying to signal to Aphelios that she loves the gays
It’s amazing to see Phel and Alune’s drawings side by side and see how much I’ve improved. It’s like, ‘Wow, I really needed to get back to drawing.’ Haven’t you felt the same?
