just had a thought…..
drunk confessions with akademiya zandik 🤭
i don’t know under what circumstances he would get drunk exactly, but I’m picturing a zandik on the verge of crying, throwing up and passing out all at once telling reader how much he really loves them, and that he’s sorry for being the way he is around them. the day after, he is questioned relentlessly about what his drunken rant was all about, and he vehemently denies what he said (with a very suspicious blush and stutter….)
- night anon (i lwk don’t know if you remember me, i haven’t made a req in a while - i still don’t know how to cook btw)
It had happened on the evening of the end of a successful expedition. You and Zandik had been assigned to a group for a while, working with some other scholars on some investigation that went well. It was the senior scholars who had offered for the group to celebrate and have some food and drink, but you had not expected them to extend an invitation to not just you but Zandik as well. Naturally, your blue-haired roommate was ready to just go back to the dorm. But once he heard you were going, suddenly, he was sitting next to you at the restaurant with the other scholars already digging into their meals.
"You know, you didn't need to come with me if you didn't want to. Don't tell me that you were going to miss me.~" You playfully nudge him, and he crosses his arms and looks away.
"Someone has to make sure to get you out of here at a proper time. I hope you don't think you can skip out on our work for tomorrow," Zandik huffs as he ignores your giggles.
"Mhm. Totally. That's exactly it, cutie," you lean in closer to him with teasing eyes, both of you completely unaware of the glances of the other scholars, until he elbows you away and grabs the closest thing to distract himself with - his drink. Within seconds, the cup grazes his lips, and a good few sips are gulped down - before he quickly realizes it is not what he ordered and almost spits it out. You're looking at him with wide eyes.
"... Zandik, that was my drink. Will you be alright?" You look a bit amused yet slightly concerned at the same time. You didn't know much about his tolerance, but he didn't seem like the kind of person who liked drinking.
"I- I will be fine. I can handle a little bit of intoxication," he clicked his tongue, to which you raised your eyebrows.
He was, in fact, not fine. As the evening progressed, Zandik clutched his head in his hand, staring straight at you with a faint blush from all the drink, as if silently begging you to get him out of here already.
