(I give 0 fucks about whatever hsr is doing with Phainon I will create my own happiness)
You grabbed his face into your hands, he quietly stared at you and blinked out of confusion. He wasn't foreign to your affections but you just walked over to him from all across the room right now..
You pressed a light kiss to his forehead for 5 seconds, slowly separating and staring at him. A gaze full of love. "Something up?" He asked with a chuckle. "Not really" you replied.
You just suddenly had a feeling to kiss him to shower him with affection out of nowhere, were you going mad?
You planted another set of kisses over his eyelashes, cheeks lips, nose everywhere.
"You know you're loved right?" You ask, your expression looks almost sad and Phainon doesn't understand why. "Yes, that I do" he initiates a kiss this time and it's more intimate and deep.
After you both pull away you still don't let go but hug him tight this time, head over his shoulder one hand caressing his hair.
Doing the walking to a random stranger and playing relationship questions audio tiktok trend with Phainon :
1 am and you, Stelle, March and Danheng were half drunk. Except for you, you were totally drunk. Stelle had the bright (not so bright) idea of daring one of you in the group to do the trend where you go up to a random stranger and do the "who was interested first?" Audio which was trending on tiktok. Before anyone could react you immediately raised your hand "I go first!"
Danheng sighed, whispering to Stelle he's not sure if it's a good idea. Danheng drank only one shot because if he's all wasted who will look after these reckless two girls and you?
Stelle whispered 'it will be just fine if anything goes wrong we just have to beat their ass'
Stelle started taking out her phone and March also half drunk was looking for your target, March immediately pointed at a little distance "that guy on the bike with uhhh blue? White? Whatever hair! Scrolling on his phone"
Wasting no time you walked towards him and Stelle immediately started recording.
"who was interested first?" You walked towards the guy and pointed at him.
He looked at the other three for a second then back to you.
"Who said I love you first?" You then pointed at him and he pointed at himself too not in a playing along way but in a "me? You're talking about me?" Way.
"who is more protective?" It was then he locked in and pointed at himself confidently.
Stelle with a stupid smile on her face still recording and March absolutely dying in the background.
"who cleans more?" You pointed at yourself but he still pointed at himself. Perhaps he chose to point at himself because look at you! Your hair is a mess and your clothes are disheveled! He should definitely be in charge of cleaning.
"who eats the most?" You both point at Phainon this time. You definitely don't want to think of you eating food right now when you were at the verge of throwing up anytime. Besides take a look at this fella he sure looks like he needs to eat a lot to keep up that size!
"who spends the most money?" You both point to yourself. At this point you could see Danheng pinch his forehead with a deep sigh.
"who is more likely to start an argument?" You pointed at him and he pointed at you instead and you let out a giggle whining "nooo" trying to playfully slap his arm but then falling right on his lap. You would've been kissed a cold heavy hit on your stomach with the gas tank of the bike if it weren't for the stranger catching you.
You looked up and noticed he had beautiful icy blue hair and a sun tattoo that shined with the light behind him coming from the lamp post.
"who falls asleep first" you were so mesmerized by his face which looked even better in your blurry vision you couldn't even pick your hand up. "Definitely you who falls asleep first" he said joking about your current position in his arms leaning on him.
Danheng's had enough and interrupts by grabbing you back "Sorry they are very drunk we will take our leave."
The boy chuckled brightly "ahh I didn't know I already had a partner?" Joking at you. You immediately pulled out your phone still struggling to stand up properly without Danheng's support.
"Well you definitely know now" and slapped your phone on his chest danheng tried to snatch your phone but your reflex jesus... You swore you haven't seen a man so fine in ages you won't let this chance go 'they can't walk but they can talk?' Danheng thought.
"oh?" The stranger typed his number into your phone. You immediately grabbed it back before Danheng could take it again.
"I'm saving your number as...uhh random pretty boy" you slurred. The guy chuckled again "Phainon. It's Phainon"
You smiled "Pienon eh? Cute..." And got dragged by Danheng immediately "Stelle please help." He said while struggling to drag you away.
Stelle followed and March too holding her stomach from how much it hurt because she just laughed like there was no tomorrow.
If you're with Phainon you just know you don't have to carry anything. He knows very well you're capable of carrying a little weight yourself, but his heart aches making you do any work when he's right by your side.
I mean just because you can doesn't mean you have to right? You have this big and strong man with you for what other reason? Put him to use! Is what he thinks. It's gotten to the point that he naturally grabs whatever belongs to you and you let him too. One time you picked up a heavy bag before he could grab it he looked horrified like you just committed a crime. How could you?
He can carry you with his one arm surely you're not mad right?
When his hands are full of shopping bags to the point he looks like your personal butler, you try to snatch a few bags off of his arm. He nods in disagreement "Nuh uh, this is nothing." But just because he's capable of it doesn't mean he has to do it alone. You have to give him a quick light peck on his lips to catch him off guard and slip a few bags into your arms instead. "It's better when we're working together"
He is strong and he can take it. But you don't want him to, and he shouldn't have to. Before he is the deliverer he is your lover first.
Everyone thinks Phainon is a reckless ball of energy.
But they don't notice how he finds himself walking the dangerous side of the footwalk with you on the safer side.
They don't notice how he automatically puts a hand a few inches above your head when you're crouching under a table so you don't accidentally hit your head.
They don't notice how he offers to open the can for you so you don't accidentally spray some on yourself.
They don't notice how he waits outside when you go to the restroom.
They don't notice how he always offers to walk you home with the excuse "I feel like getting active and some fresh air"
Phainon himself doesn't notice he does all of this like it's his reflex.
Phainon, who kisses your knuckles without realizing. It’s habitual, like breathing. Sometimes mid-conversation, mid-laugh, even when your hands are dirty from gardening or holding a spoon. You could be rambling about something silly, and he’ll just—kiss your hand. Like it’s a tether grounding him.
When he braids you hair, it's...clumsy. He's too careful. He fumbles with strands, mutters things like "Too many gods, how do you keep this from tangling?" But he always tries, even if the braids end up uneven. You never fix them. You just kiss his wrist and thank him.
Phainon, who doesn't think you fragile. But it undoes him to see your face twist with emotion. He cups your cheeks gently, whispers “Let me hold it for you. Whatever it is—give it to me. Let me carry it.”
When you sit between his legs when he's reading or polishing his armor, you lean back against his chest. Other times, you just sit close enough to feel the warmth of his thighs and let your foot press against his. He doesn't say anything—he just reaches down and curls his fingers with yours.
Phainon knows what it looks like when you're faking your smiles and when you're not. He's observant. He notices the way your eyes crinkle, memorizes what kind of fruit you like best in summer. Which memory makes you tear up. What part of your shoulder you rub when you’re overwhelmed.
He doesn't let you walk near the curb- wordlessly, he always switches what side you're on before you realize it. Every time. City streets, dark alleys, early morning walks—his hand finds your waist, and he nudges you gently away from traffic. If you try to argue about it, he just says, "Don’t fight me on this, starlight."
Phainon, who'd crawl for a chance to kiss you, asking consent in every breath, every constriction of his pupils as you move because only you are his light.
Phainon, who'd whisper prayers to only a just and one God cause he rejects nanook in every possible way as just another being, destruction surely to end him sooner rather than later of his own volition.
Phainon, who, despite everything, makes sure your skin is still soft at the end of the day, not because he belittled you, but he doesn't want you to have to work that hard.
Phainon, who watches in an almost anxious gaze to make sure you're real, because you're the hero of his heart, the greatest miracle of amphoreus.
Phainon, who every time he closes his eyes in that glowing, golden field, thinks he finally knows peace when you lay by his side.
