Jan 27, 2025
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under all that armor
A visitor
some of my argenthill bangers from twt
Dark!Robin&Argenti
help, my classmates think we're soulmates!
premise: in an attempt to protect yourself from your obsessive admirers, you try to weird them out by being as openly perverted as possible (spoiler: it doesn’t work). (yandere! honkai star rail x reader) (high school au) dark content, nsfw, all characters are 18+
it starts with a confession.
“i like you!”
crumpled between phainon’s hands is an envelope. a love letter, no doubt. you observe it for a moment before looking up at his face, which is more or less fixated on his shoes.
“i know this is out of nowhere, but i’ve liked you for a very long time! every time you smile, it’s like my heart skips a beat. whenever you’re in the room, my eyes drift towards you. you’re so cute and elegant, i can’t help but like you. i like you so much, please go out with me!”
phainon bows rapidly at a ninety-degree angle, his shaggy hair falling onto his face. he’s so quick it spooks you.
you almost want to laugh at his words. cute? elegant? what a joke.
it’s true, you weren’t expecting a confession when phainon asked to meet you outside of class. ah, but it’s really a shame.
between his messy hair, his habit of hunching over, and his quiet nature, he’s really not your type.
to be honest, no one at this school is. because in reality, your heart is solely reserved for fictional men.
that’s right. there’s nothing wrong with enjoying fictional men! they’re so hot, even their bedheads are attractive. plus, you can read smut and fantasize about them without feeling guilty. unlike real men, they’ll never disappoint you.
not that’d you’d ever let your friends know. you’d practically die of embarrassment. the entire school sees you as cute and innocent, who’d probably never seen a man’s dick (which isn’t true…if you count drawn ones).
and you’d like to keep it that way!
you take the envelope in your hands, staring at it thoughtfully while also trying not to wince at how wet it is from phainon’s sweat.
“sorry, i don’t like you. i hope we can be friends though!”
it really is a shame… the weather’s so good today. if only phainon confessed to someone else, this would’ve been the beautiful start to a shoujo anime.
yes… you can imagine it… the romantic walk at sunset… watching the fireworks together…
“is there someone else then?”
you snap out of your little daydream. “um, no?”
he scowls. “you’re lying, aren’t you. that’s why you won’t accept me, right?”
you wave your hands in defense. “no, no, not at all! i’m just not looking to date anyone.” not anyone in real life, that is. you got your husbandos at home waiting for you (they hate waiting).
“no… i don’t believe that. you’re too cute not to have admirers…” phainon mumbles under his breath before reaching some kind of ‘aha’ moment. “then, if i get rid of them, you’ll like me, right?”
um…what?
“i never said that!”
phainon shrugs. “i’ll just kill them.”
“um!” you’re scrambling for a solution here. phainon looks so livid it’s unsettling.
you try to back away, but he latches onto your wrist. his grip is tight enough to bruise, your pulse quickening under his touch.
you don’t know him very well, other than the fact that he’s some nobody in your class. but it’s always the quiet kids who are the scariest, and you don’t wanna take your chances.
oh! maybe if he finds out how you really are, he’ll back off. sure, you’d rather keep your otaku life secret, but phainon doesn’t have any friends. no one will believe him anyway. yes! this has to work!
“ahahaha, are you sure you really like me?”
“yes,” he says without missing a beat.
“i’m weird though.” that’s right. maybe if you weird him out, he’ll finally stop idolizing the idea of you and leave.
he’s visibly confused at this. it’s working. “weird how?”
“i have para-social fantasies about fictional men. my only hobby is watching anime and reading manhwa, and jacking off to it.”
you inwardly wince. maybe that’s being too honest.
phainon looks unfazed, though. “but this is the modern era. isn’t that normal nowadays?”
“but real life men gross me out.” you even go as far as gagging as graphically as possible. kinda like how a cat vomits up a furball. “fictional men just have unreal body proportions, and they’re faces are crafted by literal artistic gods. even their dicks are godly!”
you take a second to whip out your phone to your very-top-secret-no-one-must-know-unless-its-dire-circumstances-like-your-classmate-threatening-to-kill-someone-and-his-grip-is-starting-to-hurt-dire and start flipping through your saved album of half-naked and fully-naked anime men to further emphasize your point. “how could they possibly compare to men in real life?”
you shove it in his face so he has no other choice but to look at fictional dick. hopefully that creeps him out now!
he stares at your phone screen, quiet.
“oh, so if i look like them, you’ll like me?” phainon asks, finally letting go.
you blink, a little perplexed that he’s not reacting the way he’s supposed to. but he’s calmer now. so that’s good.
“yes!” you exclaim. it’s not like he’ll do it anyway. with how he’s built and dressed now, working towards looking like your fictional crushes should be near impossible.
he nods before making a prompt exit.
alone, you fist pump in victory. problem solved! now, your husbandos are waiting for you…
three weeks later, you’re sitting at your desk when the door slams open. you nearly jump in your seat when in walks in someone you’ve never seen before.
you might hate real life men, but this guy is so hot you’re this close to changing your mind. he’s drop dead gorgeous, from his lustrous hair to his dripping confidence.
and he’s…
he’s walking right towards you?!
you’re classmates start whispering, staring down at this seemingly new transfer student like fresh meat.
when he stops at your desk, your breath hitches. he smiles a little at that.
the mysterious newcomer pinches your chin between his thumb and forefinger, gingerly raising your head to look him in the eye.
“so, do i look like your favorite fictional characters now?”
phainon?!