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੭﹕﹒ suggestive themes ! all fictional, written for the author's amusement <3 my work, do not steal/copy ― enjoy ( ╹▽╹ ) y'all like each other mkayy ৻ꪆ not beta-read !
𐔌 . ⋮ AZUL ASHENGROTTO .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱
𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗗𝗢𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗛𝗨𝗧𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗔 𝗦𝗢𝗙𝗧 𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗞. it's dark, secluded, the two of you far too close. but neither of you took the opportunity to move or push each other away. there was just a heavy tension in the air, the space hot and bodies tight.
you take a step, unbeknownst to your surroundings beside azul.
you had no time to process the touch of azul's hand that grasps your bicep, pulling you away from the practically invisible boxes behind you.
"careful," he whispers, breath hot against your skin.
his grip lasts longer than intended.
"wouldn't want you getting hurt in such .. confined spaces .. such as here."
there was a silence that followed after, you can see him adjust his glasses, barely keeping it together despite trying.
"you look nervous," you spoke softly, his body jerks and he settles a hand at your side, fingers fiddling with the fabric of your shirt.
"i am not."
you move your leg to brush against his, deliberate, almost testing the waters and getting comfortable at the same time.
"barely any room to move," you barely let out a breath, sighing just enough to keep your leg in-between his own. azul hums, you can practically see in his body movements how to get out of this situation.
seven minutes is barely enough time.
"hypothetically speaking," your eyes perk up to meet his, glasses barely visible in the dark. "one who's in a closet with another do tend to― they are expected to play the game, in our case―"
"you talk way too much," you groaned, finally pulling azul gently by his scarf and leaning close to kiss him. much to your shock, azul pulled you close and kissed you first.
he's hesitant, his hands roaming down to hold your hips in a soft grip―almost testing how long you'll go for until you pull back. you felt him melt into the kiss once you kissed him back, taking his hair in your hands and pulling gently.
it was passionate, all composed thoughts out the door as your leg grinds his inner thigh. azul make a soft noise against your lips, but doesn you'll away just yet.
takes a breath, and immediately kisses you again―gloved hands taking your waist and squeezing softly.
when you finally pulled away, for real this time, he rests his forehead against yours and his glasses fog up―barely holding up from the bridge of his nose.
breathing softly, he tilts his head and states. "we never speak of this, to anyone. nothing happened." you can't take him seriously with his hair all messy and clothes wrinkled.
kissing your lips you leave another kiss to his temple when the buzzer goes off and the next few days are unbearable for azul, he can't get you out of his head.
𐔌 . ⋮ VIL SCHOENHEIT .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱
𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗖𝗛𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗟𝗘 𝗔𝗧 𝗩𝗜𝗟'𝗦 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗚𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗦𝗖𝗢𝗙𝗙 when the door is shut, immediately dusting away at his clothes when stepping inside the small closet. "honestly, when was the last time rook cleaned." you heard until it turned into complete silence again.
you stood just across from vil, standing with your back arched due to the boxes and racks of clothes. your butt barely brushes off the wall when you face him, eyes locked and bodies warm.
"out of all places," vil sighs, heels barely making noise as he steps sideways awkwardly―his hands rest by your hips, just to keep you steady.
he noticed the way your body went stiff at his soft touch, not pulling away but simply freezing up.
vil, of course, points this out. "you look far too nervous for someone who was excited a few moments ago,"
ah, so he DID notice your happy smile.
''can you blame me," you tease back, smirk barely visible but velar enough for vil to scoff playfully a second later. "i suppose not," he immediately places a steady hand on your back. "but please, mainframe from slouching, you'll get a bad back..."
you took this opportunity to step closer to him, your hands rest at his shoulders you make the first move, kissing the boy on the lips before he could speak.
his eyes widen, you bold action catching him slightly off guard―he had already planned to take the first step, yet here you are. With his composure cracked ever so little already, vil gently drifts his hands down your hips and pulls you closer to his own.
he feels your fingers tangle in his hair, playing and twirling it against your touch, he hums against your hips. the kiss deepens, postures cracked and clothes wrinkled.
after moments of hot tension, you pull back and chuckle at his smudged lipstick, knowing it probably stained yours as well.
"if anyone were to smudge my lipstick," he mused, taking his thumb and brushing it under your lip to get a good look at you, "it would be only you~'
the buzzer beeps and for the next few days it's on and off with you two, rook asking vil many questions and epel growing ever so suspicious since that day.
in the end, you and vil have a lot of speaking to do.
𐔌 . ⋮ CATER DIAMOND .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱
𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗖𝗛𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗟𝗘𝗦 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗧, the door shutting and closed with a soft click of the lock.
he complains about their being terrible lighting and that this is such a juicy post―even if the two of you were not dating, the moment was still hot.
"ah, so much content potential. horrible lighting." he sighs playfully, looking over to notice the scenario. you're almost fully pushed against him and your arms crossed over your chest. your bangs covers your eyes and fingers tug at your sleeve,as if your trying to figure out what to do or say.
"hey," cater mummers softly, "i can call this off if you're un comfortable―"
you shake your head, leaning it back to stare at him. his phone is in his hands, but they are resting at your sides. his thumbs run circles around your hip to sooth your nerves but he doesn't know it's making you want to kiss him more.
"you look...nice, tonight." he compliments, trying to lighten the mood but you only respond with a soft thanks until it turns back to an awkward silence.
the playful energy fully leaves and cater gets serious, something you rarely see in public. however, you can argue with the fact you're not in public at this exact moment.
"out of the blue, but..." cater takes a breath, "what would you think after if we actually do ... something."
you noticed how close he is now, his hands rest at your hips now and stare at you with a soft yet determined look.
you don't stop him, you don't pull him away―"would you like that?" he asks, gaining the confidence when you don't push or run out of his arms and tug at the doorknob.
"would you?"
he doesn't reply, only leaning close to kiss you softly. he smiles when you melt into it almost immediately, your hands finding his shoulders and pulling him down to get a better angle.
eventually your fingers find his hair and the second you tug he lets out a strangled noise, a muffled moan? did he...enjoy that?
you did it again, cater barely made a noise this time but his hands roam up your shirt and back down your bare skin.
once out of breath, cater and you pull back at the same time, his forehead rests against yours and he lets out a soft, "wow" chuckling happily.
you tuck his hair back when the door opens and continue the rest of the night staring at each other with soft blushes. trey can already clock the both of you, and congratulate his friend who is mega confused .. but also immensely happy.
𐔌 . ⋮ IDIA SHROUD .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱
𝗜𝗗𝗜𝗔 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗔𝗟𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗬 𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗕𝗨𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗦 when the door locks, the echo of the click repeating in his head. you are standing across from the boy, his hair illuminated the room just enough to see his nervousness.
"okay, ya this is fine. we can just―stand here―for seven minutes, well now it's roughly six minutes and 34 seconds. we can―"
"idia," you gently called his name and his whole body jerks. "you're shaking like a leaf," you observe, not even trying to make him blush.
it's worse you can obviously see his hair fade to a light pink but now you mention he's shaking? yah, hit the restart button.
"it's just―cold in here. i get cold easy, you know this!―"
you take a risk and step closer, just enough to touch his chest and brush his hair behind his neck. "ah―direct contact. abort, let me out, too much―too hot. I MEAN―"
"it's hard to move around in here," you comment nonchalantly, like idia isn't crumbling in front of you. idia states at you, eyes wide like saucers and pressed right against the wall, even though you're still super close.
he doesn't push away, he actually just lets you do what your doing. which makes you want to test this further, treating this as an experiment as he would like to call it.
"what―what are you doing?" idia blurts out when your hands smooth down his chest. "seven minutes can take such a long time, y'know?"
"that's kinda how time works."
he's trapped between you and the wall, your fingers tugging his collar. "you're...using so many cheat codes, right now."
"mhm."
idia gulps, your hands cup his chin and you lean close, lips ghosting over his own.
"idia, can i kiss you―"
"yes."
you finally kissed him, harder than you had intended due to him pulling you. idia's hands are quick to grip your hips. tight. you can hear his breathing change, the noises turn soft and his body move against yours.
you can already tell how much he's been waiting for this moment, how much he's wanted this. your lips dance over his, hands finding their way around his neck and his own under your waistband.
he was fast but hesitant, moving forward only when you wiggle around to allow him to touch you, your chest pushed against his own and he blushed hard.
when you both finally, finally, pull away the two of your are left breathless. which makes him less embarrassed seeing your flushed cheeks.
"holy...fuck."
you chuckle softly and adjust your hands to caress his arms when the buzzer beeps after what felt like an eternity. he doesn't speak or look at you for days, knocking himself down for being weird or too much.
you have to be the one to go up to him and clear things up with him, he'll be in his room<3
Authors note: I take no responsibility for any emotions you feel when reading this :) /hj . this story does mention the reader dying, it is unspecified how tho. also, send some requests in please, I can only come up with so many ideas lol
“I’m sorry i couldn’t stay longer”
When you first arrived at NRC, you were an outcast. People saw you as lesser until Riddles overblot, what turned out to be the first of many. After the unfortunate events of the unbirthday party, people began to see you as a blessing in disguise, always coming to you for advice or just to talk. The new company was both welcome and uncomfortable. With so many eyes on you, you barely got a chance to wind down. Even in your own dorm. People saw you as a beacon in the dark, someone who would always be there to listen.
There was a small break between Riddles overblot and the next few. About a month and a half after, Leona overblotted. Then Azul, Then Jamil, Then Vil. there was another break before the last two overblots. And in that time, you grew more and more hopeless of returning to your home. At this point, you knew Crowley wasn’t doing anything to help you. You were completely and utterly hopeless. Even though you had plenty of people backing you, people there to help you with your problems, you felt alone. Nobody at this school was like you, nobody else didn’t have magic like you. When Idia and Malleus both overblotted, you were grasping at your final straws. You felt like you were losing your mind trying to find a way back to your world, back to your family and your life. After the final overblot, you hoped that maybe, just maybe, you could finally go home. And you ended up getting your wish.
It was unknown how you passed. Your body was found in your dorm room, lying peacefully in your bed. The first to find you was your roommate and closest friend. When grim couldn’t wake you, he panicked and called Ace and Deuce, who in turn brought Trey, Cater and Riddle. Each tried to wake you to no avail. The headmaster was soon called in, who had been the one to pronounce you dead. The word spread like a wildfire, the friends you had made along the way each making the journey to give their final goodbye. You touched so many hearts during your short time at NRC. All your friends Pitched in towards your funeral, as well as Custom statue to place outside Ramshackle.
BEcause you passed shortly before summer break, your funeral had been held outside in your favorite field. Almost the entire school attended, and some students' families had joined in to mourn you as well. You would truely be missed by those you encountered.
Your friends from the school would all take the time out of their day to visit your burial site. The heartslabyul boys coming for private tea parties, riddle would sneak away in the middle of the night to just sit with you and talk about how his day had been, what his plans were for the upcoming days. Ace and deuce would bring grim with them whenever they could to study at your grave site, something you would all od in the same field. Trey and Carter would come down when they had the chance, like riddle to just talk with you and to reminisce on how much you helped them.
The Savanaclaw boys would use your gravesite as a place where they could relax and just be themselves. Like riddle, Jack would visit whenever he was free to chat with you and let you know how things had been going with the first year crew. Ruggie would come to share lunch with you on off days and Leona would vist to nap.
The Octavinelle trio would all visit together when the lounge was closed, mostly to share memories of you and bring little offerings to leave beside your headstone. Azul would visit after the lounge would close for the night just to share how his day had been and vent. Jade would visit only when the tree would all go, something about being alone with you made him feel something he rarely felt, regret. Floyd would always come to your gravesite when he would skip out on work, using this time to chat to you about what he wanted to do with his life, he felt like this was the only place he could really let himself be who he wanted to become.
Kalim and Jamil rarely visited your grave site, mostly because kalim was unable to be near your grave for more then a few minutes without breaking into sobs. Jamil was usually too busy to visit, but when he did, like many others, would bring you small food offerings and would sit with you quietly, letting himself just relax in your presence.
Vil, rook and epel would all come down to your resting plates for small picnics. Vil almost never visited your grave alone, but when he did, he always seemed to bring a bouquet of your favorite flowers, sitting with you a short while before he had to leave. Rook was a frequent visitor, coming to just sit with you in silence for a while. Epel never visited alone, he couldn’t bear to be alone there without immediately breaking down.
Visiting your gravesite was one of the only times Idia left his room, usually accompanied by ortho. When he visited he would always talk about some new anime or video game he found that he felt you would enjoy. He would also just talk about how things had been with him, he couldnt help but feel a bit guilty. Ortho, despite being a robot, just barely understood what happened with you, only ever visiting with Idia.
Your friends from diasomnia were the most frequent visitors. The four always coming down to share food with you and to tell stories. Malleus would frequently visit, beig you most active visitor. Malleus had left you your own tamagotchim, using a long piece of ribbon to keep it tied to your grave. Lilia and silver almost always visited together, Lilia, when not visiting, would tell other first years who didn’t know you about your bravery and your compassion. Like Leona, silver would go out of his way to take his frequent naps with you. Sebek, although rarely visiting your grave, would proudly tell all who would listen about who you were from a first hand perspective. He was proud to be your friend while he could, human or not.
You would watch over from the other side, enjoying the time your friends would take to visit you. It made you feel less alone. Only a small piece of your soul stayed behind when you returned to your world, a small piece of you that would always be with you friends, with the people who were always there with you.
in which; what a morning with idia looks like as a awkward, fresh couple (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡
author's note; his stupid orange headband. MY BF EVERYONE LOOK AT MY BF HIS BEAUTY LEAVES ME IN AWE, as you can all tell this is heavily inspired by the sixth twst anniversary PV with them all in their sleepwear<33 mmmhmmm he serving facecard, lemme pay my dinner with that jawline of yours, sir ♡˖꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱
content; THIS MAY BE OOC ! sfw , established relationship , early morning cuddles , waking up together , comfort , kissing , idia being a mess , teasing him , playing/combing with his hair , getting ready together ── brushing idia's hair? ig so, it's not all flame SOOO― ehehe he does your makeup , yuu!reader , implied female reader , unedited/rushed writing !
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you couldn't tell it was early morning. the room was a dark shade of blue due to the led lights along the minister's and along the walls of idia's room.
clearly, they have been left on all night. you reminded idia to try and sleep earlier than three am last night, obviously it went through one ear and out the other due to habit.
on the bed, you took one side. comfortable under the blue covers you scroll through magicam like it's the morning newspaper―headbanc pulling back your bangs as you waited for a certain bed head to wake up.
speaking of.
your boyfriend of a few months already was half buried under the blankets like a caterpillar. his blue hair spread across the pillows and sheets like spattered paint and his soft snores drift into grumbles as he stirs awake.
"idiaaaa~" you sang softly, not too loud to startle him but loud enough to get him to squirm in the blankets. "mornin' sleepyhead~" your finger traces his face, bangs covering his eyes as he blink them open.
"mmm..." he grumbles into his sweater, golden eyes flutter open and close as he yawns. "u―uh...good morning..." he mumbles, voice rough with sleep.
"mornin' baby..."
he blushes at the nickname, but doesn't cause a scene. instead, he lays his head higher up his pillow as he rubs his eyes. you tilt your hair at him slightly, fascinating his hair. his blue flames glow in the dark if the dim room, messy for sleep, bangs still blocking his vision slightly.
he looks like he hasn't progressed a single thought yet, letting out another tired yawn.
until he notices you staring, suddenly very close to his face. "p―prefect? ..why are you staring at me? i―i know i look... horrible, but is it that bad?―"
a kiss. right on his cheek. that one kiss stops idia from talking―freezing on the spot. his blue flames glow a tad bit brighter than moments ago.
"i―you can't just―ambush me like that this early in the morning!" he stutters, pulling the blanket up halfway to cover his face. "that's like―initiating a boss fight at the start of the mission!!"
you simply smiles at his reaction and scoot closer.
idia inches further, eyes widen. "wait―timeout! pause, this is dangerously close proximity―" he choked on his own words when you kissed him again, multiple times this time. one on his cheek, close to his nose, his inner lip and over his eyelid.
now he's red. completely red. redder then riddle's hair, red. ears, cheeks, neck. god, he hates it when you kiss him like this so suddenly but he never pulls away. you always tease him about it, as well. he fumbles with the hem of his blankets, fingers brushing fingers as he groans.
"why are you so affectionate this early?!"
you just smile and kiss him properly. soft, warm, lingering. idia makes a startled noise when your lips meet his, by after a second...he melts into it. his hand awkwardly lifts to lightly grab at your sleeve to anchor himself.
when you pull away, you can swear he followed but pulled back before you could question. he stares at you like his brain is taking a second to load.
he notices your smile, brows lifted to your forehead as you keep staring at him with that warmth look in your eyes that makes his heart skip a beat.
he's still getting used to comprehending the fact he's dating you, and it's okay to feel this way around you―but it's still really embarrassing because he's liked anyone as much as you.
"don't look at me like that, please..." he silently wished he could bury himself under but he yelps at your hand suddenly cupping his cheek and your thumbs brushes under his eye.
"your so cute, idy~" you mummer, idia softly whined when you pulled away but you were already up and at em to notice. thank the sevens. "class starts in forty minutes―lets get ready together, i can comb your hair?"
idia checks his phone from the drawer beside his bed, your phone tossed to the pillows he just throws his beside yours and stretches. you looked around his room, it was how you left it last night―messy.
his room was exactly how you both left it―clothes on the floor, wires spread from the desks to the bed. idia sighs as he stood from his bed, scratching his side underneath his shirt and takes your hand.
"fine... but you owe me lunch."
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idia stands at the mirror, staring back at his own reflection as he brushes his teeth. you already brushed yours and pulled his hair back with his signature orange headband that matches yours, just in a different colour.
you stand behind with a brush in your hand, staring at the ends swish back and forth for a moment you ask, "can i―brush your hair with a normal brush?"
the housewarden spits out the toothpaste in his mouth and washes it out with water, nodding softly. "it's, still technically hair just―be a bit careful, i guess?" and so you do, gently taking a chunk of his long hair to comb the brush brush through his blue locks. bluelock mentioned. your strokes are soft, slow and humming a soft tone while idia blushes slightly.
he's not used to people touching his hair as much as you are, but because it's you he's comfortable with it. he leans over to grab the blue lipstick off to the side, twisting it open to apply over his lips. eyeshadow finished a while ago, it was only your makeup needing to be finished.
"you know...you don't have to brush all of my hair, right? it's just going to stay the same way it is no matter how many times you comb through it." idia explains, looking at your figure through the reflection of the mirror.
you smile softly, humming a response. "maybe i just like playing with your hair~" you teased, leaning over to kiss his cheek. he once again blushed and shrugged it off.
a few moments of silence slice through the minutes that went by, you eventually stopped combing his hair and stood at his side, looking between the makeup on the counter and at your bare face. idia notices and was about to speak up until you snatched his blue eyeshadow from the corner and a brush, already dipping the brush into the powder.
"woah, speedrun much? careful with―"
"can you put it on me?"
he blinks. you blink. he hesitates, thinking as he eyes the products in your hands gesture toward him. when you give him a small pout, eyes pure and wide, he gives in.
"...sit on the counter..." he mummers, taking the eyeshadow and brush while you eagerly turn around and jump on to the sink. butt just a bit at the edge, but idia stood in front of you with a soft blush creeping up his neck as he asked you to close your eyes.
he's never done makeup on other people before, he's flushed at how close he is to you. your lashes flutter close as he drags the coated brush across your eyelids.
he does the same to your other eye, blending it nicely so it's not patching write taking a very big step back. the sink wasn't big enough to turn fully, so you jump back down and spin on your heels to face the mirror. opening your eyes, your met with beautiful eyeshadow decorating your eyelids. it shimmers in the bathroom light above you.
"thanks, idy!" you smiled, leaning up to kiss his lips until you paused. he freezes, about to ask what's wrong until you realize you lost track of time. reaching for your phone, you are multiple alarms installed by ortho as a reminder to get to class in five minutes.
"oh no! we're going to be late for class!"
idia blinks, thankfully the both of you already in your school uniforms. the housewarden rips the headband off his head, follows yours in suite, and takes your hand and runs out the washroom, tossing the headbands somewhere in his room and scrambling to find your backpacks.
unfortunately, idia has promised to go to classes with you today, in exchange for buying him a new game ― yeah, he can buy it himself, but he secretly likes seeing that big smile on your face when things go your way, especially when it comes to him.
ortho? already in his class, aware of the fact his brother and you are running to class as he sits at his seat, going through dialogue and dialogue of lectures for the both of you later tonight.
safe to say, mornings with idia are soft and warm―but with the both if you lose track of time so quickly―it turns into a new speedrun match neither of you were ready for. hey, maybe hold hands and run together, you might just make it before the bell!
end notes; i rushed this ending, but i like the beginning ( ◜‿◝ )♡ man, im on my period, these cramps auuuxkkkk idia revive meeeeee
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈 | 𝒾dia can't fall asleep, binging his video games until the break of dawn—and his gf fell asleep on his bed, and he was too afraid to sleep in with her ... loser. it's five am and classes started at nine in the morning; so she wants to cuddle her bf for at least three hours. 𝓈he begs for him to join her in the sheets.
𝒴OU'VE 𝒢OT ℳAIL ⭑.ᐟ 𝒷ased off this picture below<3 i had this sudden motivation to write at one am, so enjoy this load of bullshit i pulled out of my asscrack!!
supper lazy....fem reader
𝒯he room flashed with bright blue led lights and colors from the monitor infront of him, idia staring at the screen, far too close for one's vision—fingers tap aggressively against his controller—the soft gun noises and explosives fall almost dead into his ears at how focused he was. some would get too bored or tired; yet idia had come prepared. much to your disappointment.
energy drinks laid empty around the desk and his chair; headphones snug over his head and bags of chips scattered across the floor. some were supposed to be stored for another gaming session, yet tonight's game spoke otherwise. the fans in the room were sort of an ambiance for you, sleeping soundly behind him on his bed. you twist once and fall asleep almost instantly. idia was aware of the time, that dad 5:34 am on the dot, and you have gone to sleep hours ago.
this wasn't anything out of the ordinary for idia, but he'll always feel bad when he sees you lose sleep all because you want to cuddle with him. it's not because he never wanted to, it was simply because he was too...shy. where would he put his hands? what if you get uncomfortable? what if he accidentally brushes against your boob while adjusting? oh these thoughts alone makes him want to crawl away in a hole and rot away.
as the screen flashes over and over through idias eyes, he doesn't notice the small figure emerge from the sea of blankets behind him and run a hand through her hair. you push yourself up from your comfortable space, taking a large stretch and big yawn, you squint one when open to see idia still leaning over his gaming chair and click his controller non-stop with combos and special attacks.
the bright lights annoyed your eyes and left an ache in your head, but you ignored it to the best of your ability and called out your boyfriend's name. it was quiet, tired and way too soft for idia to hear. you called for him again, louder, but still incoherent for him. groaning, dreading this decision already, you pulled yourself out of the bedsheets. the cold air hitting you immediately and you felt a shiver down your spine.
the rest of the room was dark, the only light was the computer monitor you ever so wished idia turned off hours ago, you can only imagine how horrible he's under eyes look. idia didn't notice your figure suddenly appear behind him, not until he felt two arms wrap around his waist.
the grip was loose, nothing to alarm someone but idia couldnt stop the sudden shriek that escaped his lips. he immediately stares down from this screen to find you clinging to his body.
he wanted to bury himself under, squirming slightly at your touch idia's voice cracked; "ah- prefect? what are you-you can't—why are you?"
you whine into his back, eyes closed and body too tired to move. as you got comfortable, idia almost convulsed. he stutters, trying to listen to you as you mummered. "too'tired...sleep with me...please, baby?"
this wasn't the first evening you've asked idia to sleep with you, but he still blushes slightly. his fingers hover over his keyboard, idia lets out a shakey breath. you cuddled up, and he lets you.
"just... five more minutes...please?"
you didn't respond, already asleep once again and idia sighed. he looks back at his screen after rubbing your arm gently, and continued his game until finished.
end notes: much later post than usual, but i did promise at least something!?
