Catches the Reader Talking to Themself, Admitting Their Feelings
KAYN / SHEN / YONE (headcanons)
❈ Warnings: no one ~
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────≫ Kayn
≫ Part 2
❈ Words: ~ 760
💙Zed had summoned him — most likely another mission that only Kayn could be entrusted with. Aware of that, he moved calmly through the novices’ training grounds, already on his way to receive the next task he would execute with perfect precision.
❤️The thud of someone falling? That doesn’t catch his attention.
The sound of a few curses and muttered swears? That barely earns a reaction.
But then you forget to make sure you’re really alone and—
"Damn it! Kayn would’ve landed this strike twenty attempts ago!"
💙 Well, well. An admirer among the novices? That is enough to draw a smug smile to Kayn’s lips.
"No, no, no! The carnage, the blood! That’s what awaits us down the other corridor!"
But Kayn was already slipping into the shadows, ignoring Rhaast’s protests about wasting time on mortal foolishness, moving closer to the wing where you trained — lost among weapons of all kinds scattered across the floor, with a pitifully intact training dummy standing before you.
❤️ "This is humiliating. I’ll never be able to look him in the eyes like this…!"
You kept murmuring to yourself, frustrated. You lifted another sword, positioned it almost correctly, but the strike merely cut through the air beside the dummy.
Another poor blade was tossed away with a grunt.
💙"And honestly, (____), so many — so many — people to fall for… and it had to be Kayn? The prettiest one" —
a crooked swing with a katana —
"The most dedicated" —
another missed strike, this time with a dagger —
"The most skilled" —
the scythe nearly slipped and almost hit you —
"And the most charming one" —
the short blade sword struck the ground just shy of the dummy —
“…Master Zed’s disciple,”
you finished in a thin, dejected voice.
❤️If Rhaast could roll his eyes, he would have.
"She forgot one: ‘the most delusional,’ too."
💙 Before Kayn could retort to the darkin in his mind, he heard you finish murmuring to yourself:
"Such a shame he has to keep proving himself to others, running around chasing some ‘stupid sword’ full of corrupting demons and—"
❤️Stepping out of the shadows immediately, Kayn snapped, indignant:
“What the—?! Whose approval do you think I’m chasing?”
"Stupid sword?!"
Rhaast complained, unheard by you and ignored by Kayn.
💙He kicked the hilt of one of the swords, sending it spinning through the air until it landed perfectly in his waiting palm, then drove it straight into the training dummy’s chest. As he approached, barely bending down, he picked up the dagger you’d thrown aside and buried it in the dummy as well.
The scythe, the katana, the shurikens… everything in his path was collected and hurled one by one, flying past your frozen form and striking the target behind you.
❤️ “All this skill doesn’t need validation from any of you.”
As he breathed heavily, closer than he should be — close enough for his warmth to reach you — Rhaast snarled inside his mind:
"You missed! You missed every single one aimed at her! Where the hell were you aiming that you couldn’t hit a single stationary human?!"
💙The moment of silence between you seemed to stretch endlessly, and Kayn’s imposing presence mere centimeters away became the center of gravity pulling all your attention to him: the rebellious strands of hair that escaped his long braid, the faint, old scars on his bare chest made visible by the light above you, the tension lines between his furrowed brows…
❤️ It took a small effort to remember to breathe and stop letting your gaze wander over him, finally meeting his eyes.
💙 No — when he stepped out of the shadows, Kayn didn’t realize that revealing himself had left you shaken, caught mid-monologue about him.
He didn’t notice your voice stumbling as you tried to come up with an excuse to erase your previous words.
Much less did he notice your face flushing when he invaded the boundaries of your personal space.
❤️And of course, in that situation, Kayn would never notice your heart completely out of rhythm at having the reason for your sighs over the past few months standing right there — arms crossed, staring coldly into your eyes. Even if it wasn’t the most romantic of encounters, all you could do was swallow hard, unsteady at the thought of just how handsome he looked, even while irritated.
💙After all of that, Kayn was ready to defend his pride — because yes, you may have missed every target during your training, but you struck one of Kayn’s deeply buried weaknesses with absolute precision.
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────≫ Shen
❈ Words: ~ 660
💜The early afternoon breeze was far too pleasant for that time of year, especially thanks to the enormous nareen’yi tree whose canopy sheltered the small area of the temple courtyard where you had been assigned to help prepare the month’s provisions: the simple yet endless task of sorting the fruits — the large nunlyi nuts.
A shame that year’s harvest had been so scarce, since much of the crop bore the telltale signs of being unfit for consumption. And so, frustratingly, the pile of “discarded” nuts kept growing.
💜When the mound reached the height of your waist, you lifted your gaze to the nareen’yi that welcomed you beneath its cool shade.
"Don’t look at me like that; I kind of understand you, you know?"
💜Melancholy filled your eyes as they lingered on the nuts that would be thrown away. There was no use — not even animals would eat the ones that grew like that.
“I know… seeing something born of you have no fate other than being forgotten…”
The sigh that left your lips was heavy.
💜“Just like you, what could I do? It’s impossible not to fall in love with Shen… Always so watchful, never forcing anyone into anything… Don’t look at me like that, I know he’s the Eye of Twilight, but how could I not fall for him? Just the other day I noticed the exhaustion in his eyes alone, and even so, at the end of the day, there he was — patience itself with the new apprentice.”
💜You returned to the task of deciding the fate of the freshly harvested nuts.
“See? The fate of your fruits and of my feelings is the same…”
Another sigh. Another nunlyi discarded.
💜But in that very moment, Shen’s arm reached you from behind, passing close to the side of your face, cutting your breath short as he took from the pile the nut you had just placed there.
💜Confusion was quickly replaced by widened eyes and a racing heart when you heard Shen’s voice:
“Do not discard a seed that has not yet been planted.”
💜You turned to him, but could decipher nothing from the expression hidden behind his mask. Your own, however, you could guess — how long had Shen been standing there, listening?
💜Before you had time to respond, Shen knelt and nudged a shallow hollow into the earth, placing the chosen nunlyi within it and covering it with soil. When he stood again, your gazes met; though he remained an enigma, Shen could easily read you in the confusion etched into your brows and the flush on your face — even though the nareen’yi allowed not a single ray of sunlight to reach you.
💜Your words had fallen upon Shen’s ears the way the last leaves of autumn meet the ground, leaving emptiness behind them. In that moment, the Eye of Twilight did not know what to think of your accidental confession, and an entire season would need to pass before he could decide whether he would accept the spring you offered to his heart.
💜Shen was more than aware of his responsibilities within the Kinkou, and love was precisely one of the three emotions he was meant to rise above, never allowing himself to be entangled by it. Yet, as he looked at you in those moments, the faint smile that formed beneath his mask was inevitable.
“Nareen’yi nuts that cannot serve as food are meant to become seeds.”
Then, positioning his hands into a stance for channeling magic, the nunlyi he had taken from your discarded pile and planted began to emit a soft, ethereal glow, spreading through the soil like roots of light and energy. You rose to your feet, breathless before the sight — for now that once-useless nut had sprouted and taken root as a young nareen’yi, its growth accelerated by magic.
💜“Fruits like these must be cultivated — and cared for. Only then do they grow… and bloom.”
💜Without waiting for you to recover from your awe at the new plant at your feet, Shen departed, hands clasped behind his back, wondering what he himself wished you to understand from those words.
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────≫ Yone
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❤️That year’s Spirit Blossom felt far more crowded than the ones before — precisely when what your spirit longed for most was a bit of silence and focus.
The busier it became, the harder it was to find a path through the crowd. Especially when that path was tangled within your own heart.
❤️It shouldn’t have been more than a heroic encounter, when Yone had saved you from an azakana’s attack a few months earlier. But your paths crossed more than once after that, and now you felt lost in the confusion of petals your affection for Yone scattered through your emotions.
❤️ow, only the serenity of the river — lit by a handful of lanterns and the vast moonlight — kept you company in that part of the mountain.
“I just need a light.”
You complained to the spirits, but you said it out loud, seeking an anchor in the sound of your own voice.
“Yone… I won’t be able to go on living without him. I won’t know how to love anyone who isn’t him. And I know it’s wrong… at the very least, impossible — that this shouldn’t be happening… But it is. And I don’t know what to do. So just… please.”
❤️After the silence stretched on as the conclusion of your prayer, you opened your eyes, greeted only by the chirping of a few crickets and nocturnal insects in the forest, along with the river lazily sliding down the mountain, carrying your words away and allowing you to breathe deeply for the first time since you arrived.
❤️After the silence stretched on as the conclusion of your prayer, you opened your eyes, greeted only by the chirping of a few crickets and nocturnal insects in the forest, along with the river lazily sliding down the mountain, carrying your words away and allowing you to breathe deeply for the first time since you arrived.
❤️Then, the first lily drifted into your sight, carried by the current. Then another, and another — evenly spaced, as if placed there to rest upon the riverbed with…
❤️On the next beat of your heart, you turned your head — and finding Yone there, just a few meters away, caused every beat after to fall out of rhythm.
“Y-Yone…?!”
❤️He didn’t return your gaze at once. Not immediately. Only after carefully setting another lily to follow the river did Yone look at you for a few seconds. He said nothing, but you could feel the weight of everything that had gone unsaid — and yet needed to be.
❤️There was no need to ask. You were certain he had been there, listening to every word.
❤️And he had. Yet what your intimate outpouring uncovered within his chest made it impossible for him to retreat back into concealment.
❤️Your confession struck him with a frightening gentleness, and brought back to his heart a strange, warming feeling — an echo of his past life: something painted in sunset hues within a temple courtyard once called home, accompanied by the sound of laughter held within family embraces.
❤️He didn’t know what to do with it. It was no longer something he was meant to deal with. That entire life had been left behind the moment Yasuo’s blade cut him down.
❤️Passing between veils, only the hunt and the azakana, the battles and the spirits, had made sense in shaping the reality of his new “life.” But…
❤️There he was, ensnared by your words echoing through his mind like petals scattered by the wind, confusing feelings long accustomed to taking root in the soil of reason.
❤️Another lily was laid upon the water.
“You shouldn’t make wishes like that out loud. Some spirits can hear you.”
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❤️This time, alongside you, he followed the lily as it drifted down the river until it disappeared from sight.
“And they may wish to answer you,” - he finished inwardly, allowing himself to trace the moonlit contour of your profile, softened by lantern light.
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