#idia fluff

[seumyo]

texts with bf!idia.

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[grayarls]

ִ ⦂ 𝓨𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄

featuring : kalim ⸝⸝ riddle ⸝⸝ idia ⸝⸝ malleus

꒰ request ﹕ “ Hi can I ask for twst hcs, specifically hcs of the housewardens with a beautiful s/o. ” ꒱

content : fluff ,, angstish (idia is slightly insecure) ,, jst lovey stuff ,, very joyful kalim ,, may be ooc .

ARLA YAP : first time writing for malleus sooo i don’t know if it’s very good.. he was definitely the hardest one, like i know how he talks but come on im not 😢 like im just not. I HOPE YOU LIKE ITTT!! ALSO FOUND OUT ONE OF MY MOOTS FROM TIKTOK FOLLOW ME ON HERE ILYYY🥹💗

☀️ » 𝓚𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐦 ,

—> kalim isn’t insecure at all, not even when he starts dating you even though he’s been told by jamil that you are far to good for him, he’s just joking after all!! not

—> he always compliments you, doesn’t matter where you guys are or what you are doing, he doesn’t even notice how much he does it; to him it’s just his way of showing love to his partner.

—> always hangs out with you when you go out, spoils the heck out of you, “this fits so well with you!” “i got you this, it’s just a small thing.” and then it’s expensive jewellery, custom made to suit you perfectly, don’t try giving it back or anything like that, he will just buy you more until your fully stocked up even then it’s doubtful he would stop

—> absolutely loves to stare at you, even if it’s from afar, what can’t a boy admire his partner?

—> i don’t think he really notices other people gawking and checking you out, but when he does it’s not like he gets jealous, he probably would be oblivious to there intentions at first and he would just keep his bright smile on his face, “aren’t they amazing?”

🌹 » 𝓡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 ,

—> despite the two of you being together he is always stunned by how good you seem to look no matter the days, good or bad, he is always bright red when he’s around you, don’t worry it’s not his ‘i’m furious!’ red face, it’s a soft pink tint on both of his cheeks, but in reality he always gets butterflies.

—> definitely gets jealous very quickly and goes on a strop about it to you afterwards, he won’t let them see it though, the chances of him also bringing it up to you are extremely low, but it’s not like it isn’t obvious.

—> CONSTANTLY gets teased by Ace, who doesn’t seem at all phased by riddles rants about how utterly irrelevant his words are! (yet he doesn’t deny any of it)

—> Riddle would like to gift you things though to him it seems very out of the blue, so when trey bakes him stuff he offers to share with you.

—> much like kalim he enjoys hanging out with you, loves when you pick stuff up and ask for his opinion however his answers are very peculiar in its on way.

🖥️ » 𝓘𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 ,

—> right so as we know he is canonically somewhat attractive, so to people? him bagging you was easy as hell you both might as well have your own ‘hottest couple’ title.

—> but idia isn’t to sure, he’s flustered most of the time along with him hiding himself from everyone 24/7, no seriously how did he get you.. that was none the less with the help of his brother ortho!

—> i don’t think idia dates you for your looks, even though the majority of the time he gets extremely overwhelmed and gets all flustered around you, he’s more with you because ortho likes you you like him for who he is.

—> dating Idia wherever your attractive or not your going to have to put up with him struggling in the relationship, don’t worry he’s cocky most of the time when it’s just you both, but when tons of people are checking you out? his thoughts spiral abit.

—> unlike riddle and kalim i don’t think he would go out with you physically most of the time, probably on call when your showing fits or new stuff you brought? yes definitely. but other then that probably not.

—> the first couple of months he doesn’t actually show much interest in finding little things for you, only because he’s worried about what you will think, but after talking to ortho about it he’s hit with reality.

—> so after that, yes he is buying and getting you stuff, even sending you links to stuff you might like or stuff which would match your aesthetic, though he doesn’t see the point in aesthetics.

—> if you have been dating for awhile? he shuts down still, his brain not fully convinced this whole thing is real!!— straight out of a romance game!

—> besides him being a nervous wreck most of the time he’s definitely inlove with you so much it hurts him physically, he swears atleast.

—> won’t compliment you publicly unless someone else does, he will mutter a groan agreeing with them before he says something while stuttering about how great you look everyday.

—> when your alone though? yeah he’s complimenting you he doesn’t care how red he gets, your his he’s yours all that bazinga! i feel like once you guys have been dating for like a year or move then 5 months he’s very cringey with what he says but it’s ok

🐉 » 𝓜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚 ,

—> much like idia i don’t think he would date someone for their looks, but he is very stunned when he sees you the first time and his compliments are very interesting withh themselves.

—> wait completely of topic, but when you guys first met he fumbled with his words and related your beauty as a gargoyle, he was incredibly confused when you looked taken aback, but the he went on to say about how they are sculpted with such care and how much he loves them.

—> i think you guys probably met at first, if you aren’t yuu, because you were talking to Lilia about something - and lilia being the grandpa he is took notice to how malleus was looking at you and swatted him over.

—> does he get jealous? it depends on what someone is doing, cat calling, no he finds that ridiculous and knows you won’t even glance their way, if they are just staring possibly, especially if it’s been awhile and they haven’t turned away.

—> i feel like out of the other 3 on here, your and malleus’ relationship gets looked down upon, especially from people at NRC they really don’t understand how someone so scary got with you.

—> malleus does not care at all about what people has to say. for starters you always reassure him that it doesn’t matter, and he also has the support of lilia so.. why should he care? he’s also use to it by now it doesn’t affect him at all.

—> oh he definitely butters you up: public, private.. you name it! he’s absolutely complimenting you whenever even when it isn’t the time, he doesn’t care most of the time.. more blown away by you. oh well that’s just how he is!

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[majiatto]

♯┆losers in arms .ᐟ

Pairing: idia x fem!reader Summary: (wc 3.4k, wow i cooked) now that idia has graduated from NRC, not only must he take over the "family business", but (according to his parents) he must get married to some stupid noblewoman, too. today is the day he finally meets you for the first time, much to his chagrin. A/N: i was told by a friend that i MUST write this. and i trust their judgement.

'today is actually the worst', idia thought to himself as he trudged towards the fancy restaurant he was supposed to meet you in.

he feels out of his element in the stupid fancy suit his parents made him wear for the occasion, not to mention the acrid smell of the cologne that his father made him put on.

they even made two STYX workers escort him just so he wouldn't flake out last minute which he considered an egregious overreaction (he totally would have done so if they weren't there).

he steeled himself, taking a deep breath in front of the door and pulling on the handle.... only for it not to budge at all and for him to realize it was a push door.

"fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck..." he mumbled under his breath, the air of confidence he built up along the way here now completely shattered.

"i can't do this!" he turned back to the two STYX employees, gaze pleading. maybe they'll take pity on him and let him loiter around the town for a few hours and then go back so he can pretend like he met you.

"it will be fine. just be a gentleman." one of the workers replied, not at all sympathetic to his pathetic frown.

"hahaha... hehehe. that's rich." idia felt like he was losing the plot.

"in you go." the other eployee said dryly, pushing idia inside the restaurant curtly and closing the door behind him. idia sat there, frozen, for about 5 seconds.

"dammit..." he muttered, swiveling his head around nervously to take a look at his surroundings. the interior of the place was cloyingly gaudy, that's for sure. something befitting of a spoiled rich prince's bedroom. jeez, he so doesn't belong in a place like this.

"...-ir?"

'seriously...? now i look like one of those rich boy normies who act like they're deathly allergic to beef that isn't wagyu.' idia chided whoever picked this as the meeting place in his head.

"...sir? are you okay?" the unfamiliar voice snapped him out of his thoughts and his eyes met with those of a young waiter for just a moment before his gaze fell to the ground.

"yes! yes. i-i'm just... dandy." idia cringed at how unconvincing he sounded. and who the hell uses the word 'dandy' anymore?! this is really the worst day ever.

"alright." the waiter didn't really look like he believed idia, but he took pity on him (thank the seven) and asked "your table number, please?" before holding out his hand in a practiced motion.

"oh, uh... here." idia awkwardly rummaged around his front pocket, pulling out a decorated slip of paper with a number gilded in gold printed on it.

"great. follow me, sir." the waiter instucted and led idia towards a set of private suites on the second floor of the restaurant. guess the two families weren't willing to spare any expense on this.

time seemed to slow down as the dreaded suite came into sight. he caught sight of your shoulder as the two of them approached the door, the sight hardly being conducive to a calm state of mind.

the waiter pulled out idia's chair for him, idia awkwardly sitting down on it without so much as glancing at you.

"another waiter will be with you shortly to collect your orders. you may order anything your heart desires since your meal has been paid in full beforehand, esteemed customers." the waiter bowed slightly in goodbye, then left idia alone to his worst nightmare.

"...hello." you started, voice soft and unsure. you held out your hand across the table, intending to shake his hand in greeting. alas, idia didn't intend to so much as look at you properly anytime soon, so you awkwardly retreated your arm back to your side, acting like you weren't totally embarrassed by this.

"...h-hi." idia managed to force out, his brows furrowing at the way he sounded. he can't believe he's sitting across his future WIFE right now. it feels like a crazy dream he's gonna wake up from any moment now. hopefully.

meanwhile you weren't sure what to think at that moment. he looked... strange. i mean, how many people with flames for hair does the average person meet in their lifetime? you had so many questions but decided to bite your tongue because your parents instructed you to "be a lady," and you assume asking unsolicited questions about someone's appearance doesn't exactly fall under the label of "ladylike".

then again, it was your family's fault for keeping you in the dark about him. they hadn't even showed you a picture of him beforehand, just gave you a slight summary of who he is and what his family does (which was an awful lot to spring on you at once).

you won't lie though, he is lowkey handsome. almost like one of the dateable options from otome games, but actually real. you heaved a silent sigh of relief. you were sort of expecting the other shoe to drop but you're glad it didn't come to that. at least not yet, since you don't know anything about him as of now.

he stole glances at you every few seconds, each one solidifying his belief that you will be one of the worst things to happen to him. your hair was impeccably groomed, your makeup looked like it was done by professionals and your dress gave off the air of a distinguished noblewoman... you were a total NORMIE. the type of girl who turns her nose at anything that isn't mainstream pop or love island or whatever the hell normies like nowadays.

an awkward silence enveloped the quaint room and the two of you both felt terrible about it. you took it upon yourself to break the ice.

"so, idia, huh?" you plastered a smile on your face, trying your best to not let your discomfort show. you felt so out of place in a fancy dress, makeup and heels. not to mention the cloyingly sweet perfume your parents made you put on.

"...yeah. t-that's me." idia replied quietly, not at all commiting to keeping the conversation alive.

you decided that trying to make conversation was going nowhere, so you pulled out the menu, which looked more like a fancy grimoire. is this one of those generic shojo anime which take place in a vaguely european medieval setting, or what?

at least it gave you ample distraction from your... hot date.

your first date - you realised. it was always potrayed as a somewhat sacred yet lighthearted experience for a young girl in all the romance animes you watched, but it really didn't feel that way right now.

it was more like the first day of high school, where you had to introduce yourself and say one fun fact about yourself except it's just one classmate instead of about 25 and that classmate is going to watch you walk down the aisle towards him in a few short weeks.

idia reached for the menu himself, holding it out in front of him with shaky hands. the two of you sat in awkward silence, deciding on what you should eat.

soon, the silence was interrupted by a knock on the door and the two of you placed your orders without even looking at each other.

as soon as the waiter left, you sighed. "i'm sorry, i just have to ask. why is your hair-" you gestured at his head "...like that?"

'here comes the dreaded question', idia groaned, almost pulling his knees to his chin but realising that'd be rude when his legs were halfway there and dropping them back down.

you so think he's ugly and weird looking and- wait, you're still staring at him expectantly? and your expression holds no visible disgust?

he relented.

"i-i don't know how much y-you know... about STYX." he really wished he had his handy-dandy tablet right about now. he was using up way too much brain power and LP trying to articulate sentences to a stranger's face.

"the basics, i guess? i just know it's a secret organization that investigates magic in some way." you recalled your parents giving you that briefing session just a few short hours earlier.

"so, uh. m-my family... we're cursed, o-or whatever. that's why my hair is... l-l-like that. it b-burns my blot." he really didn't feel like going into the details right now.

"whaaat? how cool! i mean, it isn't cool that you're cursed, but like, so cool! i wouldn't even need a flashlight to walk around at night!" you giggled, imagining having such hair yourself and being able to read manga at night without turning on the lights.

"... i dunno. it kinda sucks." idia muttered under his breath and the only reason you could actually hear what he said was because the two of you were alone in a silent room.

"oh, um. sorry then." you made the educated guess that asking to touch his hair will only make things worse. it didn't burn the wooden chair he's sitting on, so you assumed it wouldn't burn you either.

you shifted in your seat and the silence returned. this is going terribly. not only have you not made any progress with your date, you've also managed to offend him.

luckily, the waiter rescued you from your misery by coming back with the food. at least temporarily, since he unfortunately wasn't there to stay.

"i still can't believe i'm getting married to you in a month." you said gently, picking at your food. it was one of those restaurants where you pay 9999 madol for a meal that couldn't even satisfy a toddler, making you frown at your plate.

you mostly said the statement to yourself, feeling dejected at the notion. you can only suppose your parents married you off without a second thought because you'd stay in your room all day, gaming or watching anime - not really contributing to he household in any meaningful way.

you knew they didn't find your behaviour very befitting of your status as a noble and you sorta became the least of their priorities when it came to their children, which you thought you were fine with until they approached you one sunny summer day, telling you you're getting married to a complete stranger.

is that just how little you meant to them? they didn't even seem that torn up about letting you go, they just talked about it flatly as if they were asking you to go downstairs to eat dinner.

idia didn't seem very excited about being reminded of the reality of his predicament. "uh, yeah. m-me neither." he muttered, not even bothering to hide the disdain that twisted his expression.

'well, that makes two of us.' you thought to yourself, feeling even more dejected now that even your future spouse has made it clear he hates this. maybe you should just shut up for the rest of the day since you can't do anything but mess things up. you don't know what "normal" people talk about, dammit...

suddenly, the silence was interrupted by your phone ringing, which wouldn't be a very big issue if it weren't for the fact that your ringtone was set to a premo song of all things. you panicked, rummaging through your fancy little handbag to pull out your phone (which was littered with anime stickers under its clear case) and quickly explained to the person calling that you're busy.

after hanging up, you noticed idia staring at you like he had just seen you commit a murder and you cursed under your breath. 'fuck, he knows i'm a weirdo now...' you lamented, trying not to let the embarrassment show on your face. "sorry, i... i thought i set my phone to silent."

"you... YOU'RE A PREMO FAN?!" the atmosphere in the room suddenly felt VERY different. idia felt absolutely elated, not just at the fact that you're a girl who knows the absolute genius of premo's music, but because your ringtone was an obscure unreleased song from their early days, ergo not a "fake fan" song. you were the real deal.

"no way, you too?!" you let your excitement at finding a kindred spirit show by leaning closer to him and watching his hair flicker excitedly. you suddenly felt like you were breathing hallowed air.

"YES??? i've been a fan since the release of their first album! i even own the limited edition light stick." idia bragged with a proud smile on his face.

"oh sevens, you mean the ones that were only available for a few months after the release of their second album?! not faiiiiir, i want to have it so bad. i mean, i guess i could buy it from a reseller, but it doesn't hit the same, you know?" you clenched your fists, groaning.

"i get it, i get it." idia nodded sagely.

"so, who's your oshi? i just looove kassia's singing. can't believe they gave her barely any lines in their older songs." you glared at no one in particular, upset about the injustice against your oshi.

"i'm more of an ifegenie guy myself. nothing can beat her visual OR her stage presence."

you realise just now that he seems completely different to how he was just a minute ago. he's suddenly looking at you (and actually looking at you, for that matter) like you're the best person on earth, his cheeks dusted a light shade of pink due to excitement. and he seems to be speaking freely, like he isn't forced to be here anymore.

you relaxed because of the change in atmosphere, enough to drop the hand you were holding over your phone to conceal all the anime stickers hidden beneath. when idia noticed, he felt like passing out from excitement.

not all hope is lost for a good life, baby!

"is that freaking 'magical minnie☆chan(star not included in pronounciation)'?!"

cue the two of you squealing in excitement. "holy shiiiit, that anime was my childhood, i can't believe you know it!" you just couldn't wipe the smile off your face.

"duh, it's a classic. any anime fan worth their salt knows AND loves it. who do you think i am? a tasteless tourist?" idia leaned a little closer towards you, his hair emitting a healthy neon blue glow.

"of course not. i even carry a little keychain of minnie around for good luck." you placed the designer handbag your parents pushed onto you last minute onto the table, pulling out a little plush keychain of the aforementioned character. "i felt like i could use a bit of her star☆beam☆power today."

he shifted in his chair, studying you with his gaze "you know, i totally thought you were a normie when i first saw you."

"oh fuck, that means my parents' makeover worked, actually. they tried to make me look like 'a proper lady', or whatever... i look much more dissapointing usually, so don't get too used to it." you laughed a little, trying to make the self-deprecating comment sound a little less depressing.

"so do i. i can't believe mom made me put on this stupid suit. it's not like i'm gonna be wearing it in front of you every day." idia clicked his tongue, hooking one of his lanky fingers behind the collar of his suit and pulling on it as if it was suffocating him.

"with your face? get outta here." you raised an unbelieving eyebrow, shaking your head slightly.

"...what's that about my face?" idia didn't follow. not in the least.

"i'm saying you're... hot, or whatever." you immediately felt cringe after saying it out loud, clutching the edge of the fancy tablecloth with one hand and shoving food into your mouth with the other.

a strange noise escaped idia's throat, like a sentence suddenly deciding it doesn't want to be spoken out loud after all and slipping back down his larynx against his will.

a girl, a real, actual 3D, made of flesh and bones girl.... just called him hot. he needs a moment to remember how to function again, even if he doesn't exactly believe you. you're definitely just trying to make him feel better about the whole arranged marriage thing. definitely.

and it's definitely NOT getting to him right now. (ignore the shaking fingers as he picks at his food).

you noted the tips of his hair turning pink, finding it sort of cute how it matches the blush on his face. not that you have any room to talk, you're just as flustered as he is right now.

but then again, what's the harm in calling your future husband hot, anyway? you're gonna spend the rest of your life with him.

yeah, it's kinda like an otome game. call the character hot and watch him blush. you're good at that.

the silence soon becomes suffocating again, though, so you feel the need to speak up again despite your nerves eating at you after the accidental flirty comment.

"so, uhm, now that we've covered that base... i have to admit i don't actually know how to code very well. i mean, i've tried and failed making a videogame using SY-PHR before, but that's like, about it." you decided to change the topic to something that's arguably more important considering the impending marriage. though from the minuscule amount of information you got about STYX (which is that they do fancy tech stuff aside from the magic stuff) this might be an obsolete thing to mention.

after a few seconds of seemingly processing your words, he grinned at you widely, which prompted you to grumble out: "...what? don't laugh at me." it's like you always say the wrong thing when you aren't talking about your interests with him.

"no, no, it's just... i made that game engine when i was 7. what a callback." with a smug smile, idia propped up one elbow on the table (which is something your parents drilled into you to not do, but oh well, you could use some reprieve from dumb dining rules, so you'd rather your future husband doesn't give a damn about them either).

"...you're shitting me."

idia sighed internally. they've moved past that dastardly compliment that's no doubt gonna haunt his dreams for the next few days.

just how is he gonna kiss you on the wedding day if he can't even handle one compliment from you? (that is, if you were actually being honest and weren't just gassing him up (he is in extreme denial).)

wait... kiss you? he's sort of been through this before because of the whole ghost bride situation, but he was much less attracted to that lady and in much bigger mortal peril at the fact that if that marriage did come to pass he'd actually die.

"i... idia, are you okay?" you asked, worried about the way his hair was flickering widely.

"fine.... i'm fine." he assured.

(he wasn't.)

.

"idia, dear, it gets better, i pro-" idia's mom paused at the elated smile splaying itself on her son's face upon his return to STYX headquarters.

"... how come you're so happy?" her face twisted in disbelief. she even had a whole speech prepared for him, very sure he'd return home looking just as unhappy as he left. well, it is quite a nice surprise to see he isn't, so she won't complain.

"how could i not be? she's a kindred spirit, wheheheheeee. i won't be miserable!~♪" idia giggled happily, unbuttoning the top two buttons of his dress shirt and finally feeling like he could breathe.

idia's parents exchanged a half happy half worried look.

"well, as long as you're happy, that's all that matters." idia's dad shook his head slightly, thinking about how his little boy is all grown up now.

"what's that supposed to mean?" idia looked at his parents askance but all he got in return was a suspiciously wide smile from each.

"...well then, did she say anything about how nice you look?" idia's mom interlaced her fingers innocently, not meaning much by asking that question.

the memory of you calling him hot echoed in his mind and that manifested in his face turning completely red and the flames of his hair flaring up and crackling widely for a moment.

that was answer enough for his parents.

"ummm... i gotta go... anddomydailiesbye!" idia quickly excused himself before he could be hit with any follow-up questions, retreating to his gamer lair (his room).

"hehehe, you used to make the same face when i complimented you back when we just started dating." idia's mom twirled a piece of her hair, smirking up at her husband.

"i did not." idia's dad huffed.

"oh, yes you did."

[idiasplayertwo]

Could I request Idia x reader? I dont mind what, I just wanna see that silly guy

" LATE NIGHT GAMING " ── IDIA X READER

⋮ ⌗ ┆ Author's note ― i actually had a few ideas in mind for this silly little guy, but i couldn't pick so i spun a wheel and got this scenario yay ^^ idia love for myself and you guys, im going to kiss him. THAT PICTURE IS SENDING ME STOP.

⤷ not beta-read, grammatical errors, implied female reader !!

𝒲rote this at one am, truly trying to get my requests done ASAP cuz it's been DAYS.

𝒯he soft glow of the monitor light illuminates idia's room like it was a cave. blue lights casting off the walls, wires tangled across the floors and empty snack wrappers scattered across the gaming desk that way the pc and screen.

" okay, okay―what are you doing ? you can't just rush in there like that so quickly ! you have like, zero hp―are you trying to get yourself killed ? "

idias fingers flow across his keyboard in a matter of seconds as he rambles panicked shrieks whilst trying to save your character.

beside him, sitting on his bed with legs tucked together under the blue blanket, you chuckled. you took a moment to pause and just stare at the blue-haired gamer in front of you. the screen illuminating his face, you can clearly see his under eyes and messy bangs under his hoodie―yet you still loved him either way.

will he ever understand why ? probably not. will he complain ? absolutely not.

" weren't you the one who rushed into a mini fight after using all your healing potions five minutes ago ? " you teased, resting your chin at the palm of your hand, " right after i died ? " smiling at the sight of his face.

" that was a tactical plan ! " he defended, ears turning pink when he suddenly locked eyes with you. his avatar barely dodged an attack, he got so distracted. " there's a huge difference. "

you hummed, nodding slowly as a way to piss him off with your sarcasm, " mhm, yah sure~ "

he wanted to bury himself under when he lets out a soft shriek, immediately turning his attention back to screen to ignore you―even though you were doing nothing out of the ordinary, and focused back in the game.

as the game music picked up, fingers tapping in sync with your controller and his keyboard, the two of you reached the fifth checkpoint of the game. it was supposed to be "one more round" three hours ago. one turned into two, two turned into three― and so forth.

" we can't quit now, we're on a winning streak ! "

idia would retort just as you were about to head to sleep. another reason he held this on for extra longer is because ... I'd you were heading to sleep, that meant you had to sleep on his bed. his sacred territory, despite you already invading his room, wasn't an invitation for just anyone.

but, you were different. you weren't a normie, a npc who simply saw idia as just the scars, nerdy guy with no life...oh wait, yah that's kinda exactly who he is.

is what he thought, until he met you. bubbly, happy personality met introvert, shy.

since then, you've been getting along with idia―following him around, inviting yourself to hang out with him, even taking time out of your day to make sure he's taking care of himself.

that's what...couples do, no ? you're not a couple, YOU CAN'T be a couple―wait no, you CAN, but...do you want to ? ... DOES HE EVEN WANT TOO ? AUAUAHH, this is too confusing and nerve-wracking for him to think about right now.

suddenly, idia glanced at the corner of his screen. eyes adjusting to the new light, he blinked once.

" ... 3:35 AM. " he whispered, blinking again and he clicked on.

" mhm, " you didn't look away from the screen, too busy guiding your and his character through the narrow escape route. " what about it ? "

he shook his head, leaning back in his gaming chair he reached over to snatch the energy drink at his side and sipped on it, " nothing, it's just― "

sip.

swallow.

"we've been non-stop grinding this game for like, four hours now. " he tugged slightly at the collar of his hoodie, " figured you'd get tired eventually. you've only had one drink, "

another sip.

shakes the empty can and tosses it to the garbage can close to his bedside.

" normies would have crashed out by now. " He joked, that look in his eyes telling you he's trying to get a conversation out of you.

" good thing i'm not a normie then, " you said, flashing him a confident grin. " am i ? "

he froze for a second. that―he wasn't ready for that response. because yeah, you aren't. your nothing like the other students at night raven college. you actually show interest in talking with him, into being his friend ... friend.

you say stuff like that so casually, staying up all night with him in his room, snacking together and stealing his controller when you died―stuff he wouldn't do with anyone else.

you reached one of the final checkpoints before you let out a tired yawn, arms stretched over your head your shirt rose a bit―to which, idia immediately turned away, " uh, you―you sound tired. " he spoke quickly, clicking a key on the keyboard in front of him to pause the game.

" don't you have that exam in a few hours ? "

you fall back against his sheets, blinking slowly as you adjust to the dark light of the ceiling. " i mean, yah, but i'm probably going to fail anyways. "

you never realized how soft idias pillows are, instinctively cuddling up to his sheets without him realizing.

telling yourself you'll close your eyes for a few seconds―

idia doesn't reply, he just shrugs and shuts the game off―the blue led lights stayed on as he just slumped back into his chair, spinning around to look at you, he stops.

chair froze mid-spin, hands gripping the sides of his seat and his eyes widened at the sight before him. there you laid, curled up in his blankets with your head resting against his pillow.

back rising up and down slowly― a very clear and obvious sign you were asleep.

on his bed.

asleep ... on his bed.

HIS BED ???

" ... [name] ? " he called out for you softly, not darking to move from his spot until he heard you reply. a simple, "got you !" Or "you should see your face right now!"

but no, he was met with silence and the whirring of his monitors.

he felt his cheeks go warm, the tips of his fingers fiddling with the strings of his hoodie, he finally rolled over the chair to you and just ... stares at you.

he knows this is creepy, and he should let you sleep―he can easily go back to his own game he was farming on for days, but this was the time he could finally admire at you without having to chicken out.

you were fast asleep, hair in face it almost went into your mouth―so he thought on the fly and reached over to brush your hair behind your neck. his fingers lingered at your cheek longer than expected when he pulled all your hair back―hand shakey as he pulled away.

he dimmed the lights down using his phone, reached over to shut off his desk light and sat in the dark for a few more seconds while staring at you.

" by the sevens, you're beautiful. " he whispered out loud to himself, honestly proud he didn't have to hide away. until two seconds later you adjust in your sleep, turning around to face him but still knocked out.

with this new position, idia simply sighs and let you sleep for the rest of the night. he'll crash out on his gaming chair for the night, because he is NOT going to be trying to explain why you two are sleeping in the same bed together, let alone his bed, even though you wouldn't probably mind.

end notes ― sips on my monster.

[wdymimnothere]

I’m Not Kissing Any Boy That’s Passive!!

idia x reader (by popular vote!!)

in which idia just need to do something. anything!

it’s been a while since you first stumbled out of the coffin and into twisted wonderland, but life at nrc has turned out to be better than you’d expected. you’ve found yourself a rag-tag group of scrappy friends, experienced the whole isekai, fantasy storyline, and lived to tell the tale.

you’ve found your place in their little society, as the outgoing prefect that’s friendly with first years and housewardens alike, and everyone in between

besides the whole magical realm thing, life is simple. you go to class, you take care of grim, you smile and wave as friends walk by, the works

it feels like there’s always a group of people smiling and laughing around you, from group projects in class, club meetings, scarabia parties, the lunch table, and everywhere in between, you’ve always got people casually chatting with you

it’s during one of these moments that you’re sitting with the other first years around a table at lunch, just letting the conversation flow between you

at some point, one of ace’s humble brags turns to the rest of the group teasing him about his ex “girlfriend,” quickly morphing into a lighthearted conversation of the boys’ nonexistent love lives

“well, y’know, prefect, i’ve never heard you mention dating anyone in the past?” deuce, being the clueless curious guy he is, turns to you, suddenly realizing that he’d never heard you talk on the subject

once the nods and words of agreement slow, you speak up, laughing at the group’s investment in your history with relationships. “well, i obviously haven’t dated anyone here, but i never really dated much in the past either. it just wasn’t that appealing at the time.”

various reactions appear throughout the group, finally setting into a shared air of further curiosity.

ace pipes up again, “but why, though?? that just sounds boring”

once the shared looks make their way through the rest of the group to turn back to you, you decide to briefly entertain him, “i guess i’m kinda just picky, honestly. i want the guy to come up to me and say how he feels and stuff. i don’t want ‘em to be all passive and stuff, cuz then i feel like i’m doing all the work otherwise. it’s kinda stupid, i know.” you just say it how it is to you, not really watching for any of their reactions in particular

that’s most of the reason why you don’t notice that ortho hasn’t been as talkative as usual. (it just seemed normal to you, he is a robot, after all, so he’s not particularly worried about the whole dating thing)

the conversation keeps moving, and lunch passes just as usual, along with the rest of the day.

as you’re walking back to the dorm, accompanied by another group of smiling faces, you’re blissfully unaware of two brothers talking about you, out of sight, out of mind

ortho happened to drop your preference onto a very nervous idia right at the end of a conversation, making the older of the two practically lose it in the moment

as he’s leaving idia’s room, ortho casually calls out to idia, “oh, yeah, btw, the prefect mentioned today that they prefer when people are more straightforward with their feelings. everyone was making fun of ace for…” ortho keeps going for a minute or two, but idia is no longer listening. you like people that are straightforward and brave enough to say what they’re feeling?? idia cannot do that.

he’s barely been functioning with this silly crush of his. you’ve really only interacted a handful of times, and never really 1v1. you’ve always been the center of the crowd, and the only reason idia ever met you when because he was forced out of his room by ortho!

he’s a nervous, anxious recluse, and he never interacts with you alone and for more then a few seconds. but, even under those circumstances, you were always so happy and kind to him, even when he so clearly is trying to escape.

idia is embarrassed that it took so little for him to start shortcircuiting over you, and he’s just been waiting for more of those little moments to randomly happen. he can’t take the initiative! that’s for extroverts, not shut-ins like him…

plus, who even know if you’d even like somebody so introverted like him. he really didn’t know what he’d do if he managed to muster up the courage to even talk to you, much less confess, only to be met by any form of rejection. he’s way too scared for that.

of course, if it were up to him, idia would rather secretly pine for you forever than tell you his feelings and risk rejection, or worse: public humiliation. but, alas, the universe has different plans.

(it’s ortho. ortho has different plans)

so, all of a sudden, after a mysterious “minor magestone power mishap,” idia finds himself outside of the safe haven of his room, and out in the real world (nrc’s campus). whatever will he do???

(it’s hide. he’s gonna hide)

but that never works forever, and ortho knows him too well. before long, he finds himself out in the open again, now joined by ortho.

so, now, idia is roaming the campus, after classes have ended, just dreading the moment he sees anyone. he’s not prepared to talk to people, especially not on such a short notice

he reluctantly follows ortho through the halls, staying alert for any unexpected npcs that may come his way

as the brothers turn the corner of the hall, ortho perks up a little, calling out to someone ahead of him. idia follows his gaze, only to find you, walking out from the last class of the day, dragging a clearly hangry grin by his scruff

“oh, hi ortho!! and idia, it’s nice to see you!” you give him the nice, kind smile, instead of looking through him as some others might. “i was just going to meet everybody at ramshackle. i thought you were already there, ortho?”

ortho fills you in on the whole minor maintenance thing back at the dorm, and how he’s bringing idia out. without a moment’s hesitation, you tell them both to come back to ramshackle and join the rest of your group for games n food

idia almost says no, almost sputtering out a stupid excuse about something fake, only to remember ortho’s words from earlier

in a small, nervous voice, he barely musters up the courage to accept the invite, saying something about not having any other option with the dorm closed

before anyone else can respond, grim escapes from your hold, sprinting away, yelling something about how “the great, powerful mage requires tuna” or some other hangry comment

and so, idia finds himself sitting on a dusty ramshackle couch, as ace, deuce, and grim are running around the common room, with sebek yelling loudly and jack pinching his nose while you just laugh at it all. idia’s definitely out of his element, but he can’t help but let a small, genuine laugh out at the sheer tomfoolery of the situation.

you turn to him, lips still curved into that signature smile, “hey! you finally laughed!” you’d been watching his reactions? why?

it was such a quick moment, quickly interrupted by a can of tuna hitting you square in the chest, making you join the fray of chaos in front of you

idia’s left to grapple with the idea that you’d been noticing him, even when he wasn’t a part of the immediate chaos at hand

he, naturally, keeps spiraling as time goes on, occasionally being interrupted by silliness around him, like epel going full country on sebek are the croc fae yelled something ? (idia has completely lost track of what’s happening here tbh)

naturally, the group settles down to chat over snacks, no longer running around and kicking up dust everywhere as a temporary truce is formed on the name of food.

somehow, idia finds himself pulled into the conversation by you, of all people, and maybe with some nagging from ortho

eventually he finds himself sincerely invested in one of ace’s (admittedly stupid and hard to believe) stories, once again laughing along with the group, and he even finds himself talking some himself

as time goes on, and faces disappear, whether because of curfews or guard obligations, or whatever, idia finds himself talking more, yapping with…. wait… oh crap… he’s talking alone… with you??? and you’re not telling him to shut up?? or giving him weird looks??

he even thought you looked a little… happy? interested??? no… it can’t be…

all of a sudden, he freezes, it’s like the blindfold has been removed and idia is suddenly realizing everything that’s happening

he’s panicking, what if he said something stupid, or weird, or you thought he was a complete loser?

the silence stretches on, until you finally start laughing quietly, a smile once again gracing your face

now, he’s quickly rambling and apologizing for talking so much, only to realize that you’re laughing just a bit more

“idia, it’s nice to see you taking so passionately. i didn’t know you could be so confident talking about things. i’m having fun just listening to you, don’t worry.”

he’s come to his senses, now realizing that he’s intruding in your home late into the night

“i should- umm… probably get going. i don’t wanna stay too long, y’know, max out the save file” he starts to move to leave, trying to plan out how the end scene for this will go

“well, idia, you should come out more, you’re pretty fun”

you found him fun?? that’s not what he expected at all… he thought you’d see him as tedious… he’s not really sure where to go from here…

ortho’s words once again flash through his mind, making him pause once more

“are you sure? i thought i’d be annoying or weird or something…” idia trails off, waiting to see if you’d take it back

“no, of course not! to be fair, no one really tops ace in terms of annoying, but that’s not what i think at all. i don’t see you out much, but i always enjoy it when you show up, even for a little while. you’re always welcome when i’m around” you give him that sweet smile once more, and idia’s brain short circuits and sparks a little

all common sense and prior knowledge goes out the window, and it feels like he just starts picking all the wrong dialogue options.

“i-i like coming out here and… being with you, too…! i-i.. u-umm… i think it’s really fun… a-and you’re really fun… and nice… and… u-umm…” he stutters, voice going small, talking real quickly until he trails off, until he finally, in a really small, high voice, quickly admits, “andiummreallylikeyouandiknowitsweirdbutummmyeahpleasedonthateme…!”

he hides his face, hair as pink as his hidden cheeks, and he quickly moves away and tried to step out ramshackle’s front door.

he’s almost successfully escaped, until he feels your hand on his wrist, both pulling his hand front his face and him back closer to you.

a small, gentle kiss is pressed to his red cheek, making him gasp, almost shutting down as you smile at him, starting to close the door.

“come by tomorrow, m’kay? i don’t mind. actually, i’d like you to.”

you give him that signature, bright, outgoing smile that everyone knows you for, your eyes squinting as you wave goodbye to him, closing the door gently

sevens, he’s so screwed tomorrow. he’s definitely used up his courage meter for the next week…

likes, reblogs, and comments are much appreciated <3333

i hope you enjoyed and lmk what you think!!

and, for those of you that are coming here from the vote, i’m thinking of doing a version with jamil (he got second and i lwk want to show my boy some love) what do we think??

[imjustawriter09]

Random Idia Headcanons + First years and Grim (Pokémon Scarlet And Violet Edition)

a/n: have whatever this is well my requests and WIPS are rotting in my drafts :3

♡ You and Idia both play Pokémon Scarlet/Violet together. Though he constantly complains about the graphics and lag you know he has a soft for the game and the Pokémon he's caught within it.

♡ His team consists solely of cat Pokémon, such as: Meowscarada, Luxury, Persian, Umbreon, Leopard, Meowstic

♡ He's played multiple playthroughs, with a different cat team each time

♡ He named his Umbreon "Grim"

♡ To match with his Umbreon, he caught you an Espeon - "I'll be the offence to your defence...uh I-if that makes sense..."

♡ And so you gifted him his male meowstic, to match with your female one, to which he stuttered "Y-You totally gave me a buff, t-thanks!"

♡ He spends hours customizing his character, mainly the clothing, especially when he heads to new enviorments

♡ He gives all his Pokémon nicknames, naming his Meowscarada "Destroyer of the sea" (because grass types are super effective against water, get it?get it?...yeah I'll shut up now)

♡ You on the other hand were far more sensible and named your Meowscarada "Loki"

♡ You both spend most of your nights grinding to get your Pokémon at a higher level

♡ Idia hates the fairy type gym, he kept on losing to it, that is until you gifted him a Meowstic, which he then gleefully destroyed Ortega's team

♡ Well Idia's team mainly deals in offence, your team balance him out in defence, with Skeleridge as your main 'mon potentially difficult battles were breezed through

♡ sometimes ortho would join you, and unlike your or Idia's team, his was a well balanced mix of offensive and defensive Pokémon, with Quaxely as his starter Pokémon of choice

♡ he also ends up helping out idia alot, and knows every single free code imaginable, safe to stay with Ortho around you and Idia were stacked

♡ sometimes the other first years would join you and Idia (to both his suprise and potential demise)

♡ Ace and Deuce would argue the entire time about how their starter is clearly the better one, well Grim constantly commanded you to catch any legendary or shiny you set your eyes one (which was zero, your luck just sucks, huh?)

♡ Epel was having his own personal beef with Jack, since he got his butt kicked by Jack's ace Pokémon and was on his training arc with the sole goal of beating Jack's ace - a midnight form Lycanrock

♡ Most of the time though it was just you and Idia, playing, talking and laughing in his room as you ate all kinds of junk food and played your worries away

psst Jesus loves you 💕🫵🏽

[p3pperthevoid]

Idia Shroud fluff alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show it?) Idia is physically a shivering, nervous wreck who gets completely overwhelmed by touch, but he is deeply affectionate in his own introverted way. He shows love through digital acts of service—building you custom gaming rigs, optimizing your phone's battery life, and quietly staying awake until 3 AM to carry your character through a high-level raid.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How did the romance blossom?) As a best friend, he was your ultimate Discord companion, sharing niche memes, watching anime streams together muted, and aggressively defending you in online gaming lobbies. The romance blossomed because you never forced him to go outside or mask his otaku rants; you genuinely preferred staying in his dark room over going to loud campus parties.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) He absolutely craves cuddles but will panic-short-circuit, turning entirely bright red while his blue fire hair flares into a vibrant pink. Once he calms down, he likes to lean against you like a fragile tower, burying his face directly into your shoulder or stomach to hide his expressions while wrapping a long, trembling arm around you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they around the house?) Idia is highly domestic in a tech-savvy, reclusive way, viewing a shared house as the ultimate "safe room" away from society. He automates every single chore using Ortho’s tech, keeps a pristine collection of figures, and loves ordering premium delivery meals for you two; he deeply treasures a quiet home life because it is his absolute sanctuary.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their s/o, how would they do it?) It would be a devastating, silent tragedy that would cause him to entirely withdraw from reality. He would write a long, agonizingly detailed text or email explaining with brutal self-deprecation that a defective, anti-social NPC like him is only dragging down your bright future, locking his room door so you can never see him cry.

F = Flirting (What are they like when flirting? Smug? Nervous?) He is a complete and total disaster who stammers over his words and hides behind gamer slang or anime analogies to cope with the tension. He will try to text you incredibly smooth, bold remarks from the safety of his phone, but the second you look at him in person and repeat those words, his hair sparks pink and he hides under his hood.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) Physically, his hands are very light, careful, and hyper-aware of your boundaries, treating you like a super rare, fragile collector's edition figure. Emotionally, he can be a bit cynical and pessimistic about the world, but he adapts his tone instantly to be deeply reassuring and patient the moment he senses you are genuinely upset.

H = Hobbies (What do they like to do with their s/o in their free time?) His absolute favorite hobby is playing co-op video games on the couch, side-by-side, sharing a massive bowl of junk food and custom energy drinks. When he wants something quieter, he loves hosting private anime marathons in his room, building complex plastic models together, or reading manga under a massive blanket fort.

I = I love you (How do they say those three words?) He will almost never build up the courage to say those three words out loud in person because his anxiety will choke him up completely. Instead, he says it by code—programming sweet pop-up messages on your computer, gifting you incredibly rare in-game items, and making sure your digital life is completely safe and perfect.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous easily? What do they do?) He gets intensely insecure and quietly panics rather than getting aggressive, instantly assuming you are going to leave him for a flashy, popular "normie." He won't cause a scene; instead, his hair will turn a dim, gloomy dark blue, and he will quietly pull on your sleeve, muttering about how his battery is drained and begging to go back to his room.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you?) His kisses are incredibly hesitant, sweet, and rapid-fire at first, as if he is terrified his fiery hair will accidentally singe you. He loves pressing soft, trembling pecks to your knuckles, the top of your head while you are gaming, and giving you breathless, clumsy kisses on the lips that leave his heart racing at maximum speed.

L = Little things (What small details do they notice or do for their s/o?) Idia has an incredibly sharp analytical eye and notices changes in your digital behavior instantly. He will immediately spot if you are typing slower than usual, if your gaming response time is lagging from exhaustion, or if your phone screen is cracked, quietly fixing your devices or setting up a blue-light filter to protect your eyes.

M = Morning (What are mornings like with them?) Mornings are incredibly late, dark, and filled with a groggy, heavy tech-lounge energy. Being a night owl, he usually collapses at dawn, but if you wake up before him, he will groggily reach out, hook his long fingers around your waist, and drag you back into his side, muttering about how the outside world hasn't loaded yet.

N = Nicknames (What do they call their s/o?) He is way too embarrassed and socially anxious to use flashy or traditional romantic pet names in public. He will almost always call you by a cute gaming handle or your actual name with a soft, quiet tone, but when you two are completely alone in the dark, he might timidly text or whisper "my player two."

O = Openness (How long does it take them to open up?) It takes an incredibly long time because he is deeply insecure about his appearance, his dark family burdens, and his overwhelming social anxiety. You have to consistently prove that you value him for his true, geeky self and feel safe in his room before his defensive walls finally crumble down.

P = Patience (How patient are they with their s/o?) He possesses a massive, practically infinite reservoir of patience for your gaming mistakes, bad days, or scattered thoughts. Idia spends his life navigating the strict pressure of his family and Ortho’s high-energy requests, so keeping a calm, tech-support-ready, and endlessly supportive composure for you is pure comfort.

Q = Quizzes (How much do they know about their s/o?) He knows your entire digital profile and comfort preferences down to a perfect science. He knows your exact clothing sizes for custom merchandise, your favorite snack flavor combinations, what specific internet media calms your anxiety, and the precise type of quiet validation that instantly puts you in a fantastic mood.

R = Remember (What is a favorite memory they share with their s/o?) His absolute favorite memory is the very first time you fell asleep right next to him while playing a late-night horror game, your head leaning heavily on his shoulder. Feeling your unshakeable trust and safety in his dark room made his heart skip a beat, marking the exact moment he realized he was deeply in love.

S = Security (How protective are they? Do they feel safe with you?) He will use all of his immense cyber-influence, mechanical drones, and high-tech magic to shield your physical and digital life from any harm or malicious gossip. At the exact same time, your gentle embrace is his ultimate emotional safe room; being with you is the only time his constantly scanning, anxious mind can rest.

T = Try (How much effort do they put into the relationship?) He puts 200% of his heart, soul, and endless tech resources into your happiness, treating your relationship like his absolute favorite, max-level masterpiece. Idia will never let an anniversary pass without a massive digital celebration, custom-tailored merchandise gifts, and ensuring you feel deeply cherished every single day.

U = Ugly (What are their bad habits or flaws in a relationship?) His severe agoraphobia and tendency to completely isolate himself when stressed can cause friction. When he is under immense pressure from the Ignihyde dorm or his family, he might lock his door, ghost your texts, and shut down completely, leaving you to wait out the storm until his social battery finally recharges.

V = Vanity (How much do they care about their looks around you?) He actively dislikes his pale, reclusive appearance and thinks he looks like a gloomy background NPC compared to you. He gets entirely flustered, bright pink-haired, and secretly thrilled if you gently pull down his hood to run your fingers through his soft, warm blue fire hair or praise his unique look.

W = Whole (Do they feel complete with you? How do they change?) You bring a beautiful sense of genuine warmth, emotional reality, and unshakeable acceptance to his restless, heavily judged heart. With you, he stops feeling like a broken, defective outcast who doesn't belong in the world, finally realizing that he is deeply and unconditionally loved exactly for who he is inside.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon or quirk about them!) If you suddenly ambush him with a big hug from behind while he is sitting at his gaming desk, his hair will instantly shoot up into a bright pink flame. He will let out a loud, high-pitched screech of pure shock, drop his controller, and immediately curl up into a ball on his chair to hide his burning red face.

Y = Yearning (How do they cope when apart from their s/o?) He becomes an incredibly mopey, miserable tech-ghost who sighs constantly and refuses to leave his bed, driving Ortho completely worried. He will spam your Discord or phone with dozens of custom memes, links, and short texts, pulling you into a tight, desperate embrace the exact second you return to his room.

Z = Zzz (What are their sleeping habits with their s/o?) Idia is a very restless, light sleeper who often mumbles about lines of code or game strategies in his sleep. However, the second you curl tightly into his side and hold his cold hand securely against your chest, his breathing will instantly smooth out, allowing him to fall into a peaceful rest all through the night.

[anime-in-new-albion]

Otome Game ~ Idia Shroud

Summary: It was Idia's idea to game with you. But when you ask him for help with your otome game, he can't help but notice some similarities between him and your favorite character...

Pairing: Idia Shroud X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Oneshot

Word Count: 1004

Warning: Otome gaming

Masterlist

It was Idia's idea to game with you, although he only asked because you mentioned that you had a new game that you haven't gotten around to playing yet. You were sure he had ulterior motives when he asked you to hang out, but you didn't bring it up with him as you didn't want to scare him off. Instead, you simply grabbed your game and met him at his dorm.

Ortho was more than excited to see you. You always held a special affection to Idia's little brother that didn't go unnoticed by both parties. On more than one occasion when you weren't around, Ortho would beg his brother to finally ask you out. But Idia was far too terrified to approach you with a romantic relationship. So he simply settled for a friendship that he would never ever, ever, EVER take advantage of.

Idia made sure to clean his room before you arrived and you were pleasantly surprised. Whenever you crashed the Board Game Club meetings, Azul would go on and on about how filthy his room was. Still, you didn't point it out to him. You didn't want to make him feel any more self-conscious than he already was.

After exchanging some casual pleasantries, the two of you fell into your gaming. It was calm and relaxing. You found yourself enjoying your time with the dorm leader of Ignihyde more than you anticipated. He was considerate about your own gaming experience and kept his reactions to his game quiet. Every so often you would look up and watch what he was doing, asking questions when you felt it was appropriate. He answered all of your questions with ease and even reciprocated by asking questions about your game. All and all, it was the perfect afternoon with one of your favorite people.

Then you hit a rough patch in your game. Your sigh of frustration alerted Idia, who knew exactly what it meant: you needed help. Now, Idia doesn't like to boast about his exceptional skills when it comes to video games, but surely he could appear like your knight in shining armor and lend you a hand?

"What's wrong?" He softly asks, his gaze still trained on the game he was playing.

"I'm stuck. I don't know which boyfriend to choose." You mumble, flicking through the different options in your otome game.

Idia thought it was a good thing you weren't paying attention to him as his hair flickered pink for a brief moment. He fumbled with his control to pause his game before finally addressing your issue.

"What, what do you mean?"

You showed him the screen of your game console. "So my new game is an otome game. I have seven boys to choose from. I just completed the intro and now I have to pick one, but I don't know who to choose."

He frowned and looked at your options. "Why don't you just pick one that you like and then do the other routes later."

"That's the problem. You can only choose once. If I want to complete the other routes, I have to buy another game. It's a major capitalism scheme, but I thought the game looked fun." You shrug. "Any idea who I should choose?"

"Uh... why don't you tell me about them and then I'll help you decide."

You nod with a smile that makes the tips of his hair turn pink again. "Okay in order here you have: Ryushi, the strict student body president who just needs someone to soften his edges, Ietsuna, the lazy slacker who only cares about you, Amane, the bad boy who likes to tease and torment, Kobo, the golden retriever who is the fan favorite, Michinori, the cultured exchange student who is a little fruity in my opinion, Masanobu, the secret prince of the school who would do anything for you, and Ichibei, the otaku with a heart of gold."

"Wow." He's surprised with how typical the choices are like every other otome game. He would normally say pick the one you're most interested in as they're pretty average, but considering you can only make one choice, you have to be careful. "I guess I'd have to say the choice is up to you."

You give him a pout. "You're really going to make me make such a tough decision all on my own? You're so mean, Idia!"

He panics at your words, not meaning to make you upset with him. "Well I mean it's your game! You should pick the boy you feel is the most special to you! I can't really help you make that decision."

"I suppose you're right..."

"Who do you feel is special?"

You shrug and glance back at your choices. "Well, I first thought about Masanobu because who wouldn't want to be a princess? But I felt he was trying too hard in the prologue to try and gain your favor. So I went through the options again and I'm stuck on two: Amane and Ichibei."

He tried to not let you know how surprised and flustered he was. "Oh?"

You nod. "I mean, I'm so like other girls when I say I love a bad boy, but Ichibei... he seemed so sweet and shy. I couldn't help but be drawn to him. I think he might be my favorite."

Your explanation was not helping the poor boy's rapidly beating heart. Based on your little description about him, Idia couldn't help but see similarities between him and Ichibei. Was this your subtle way of saying he was your favorite too? Was it too much to hope that that was true?

"I think you should go with your favorite."

You beamed at his words and his heart skipped several beats. "I think you're absolutely correct! Thank you Idia!"

"You're welcome." He mumbled and tried to return to his game. But he was distracted. Your words and your choice hit him harder than he anticipated. Perhaps Ortho was right. He should ask you out…