This is a My Student Spirit x Genshin Impact crossover ficlet, but people who only know genshin can read this as Snezhnaya OC fic. All the context you need will be in the tags.
Anton sat on the bench and watched Oleg work. The planer got all muddied up during Diplomator's latest escape, but he knew it wouldn't be a problem. Not to his partner.
Oleg uttered the spell under his breath, and streams of water appeared out of nowhere, cleansing the cloth. Stray droplets hit him in the face, and he cursed overdramatically, insulted by the devious betrayal of his own powers. But smile still graced his lips as he laughed in simple joy of life that could be found even in little misfortunes like this. The fire glistened, reflected in the water and those deep blue eyes.
It reminded Anton of Fontaine. The time his parents took him there when he was little. It was warm and sunny, and the ocean was huge. They stayed at the shore, spraying each other with salty water, and it sparkled in sunlight just like this. Maman made a huge wave that covered his father from head to toe, and they all laughed, and laughed, and laughed⦠and then came lots of people in weird and colorful costumes. They carried strange machinery with them, were very loud and took up all the space. Not literally, no. But their energy left no room for anything else.
Little Anton thought that the sea was larger than life, but⦠it seemed like actors were too.
"You would love Fontaine."
And only after did he realize that his lips were now stretched in a smile too.
"Huh?" Oleg glanced at him, perplexed.
"Fontaine. You would thrive there."
Oleg's confused expression immediately turned into a frown. His hand clutched his vision. And in his voice Anton heard pain, with barely smoking ember of an anger long extinguished.
"Why are you telling me this."
He didn't know. He justβ¦
He could say that he would take him there. One day. That they could spray each other with warm water just like his parents did back when they still cared about such trivial things as happiness. That they could wash out the salt from their clothes instead of grime and blood. That Oleg could too, one day, be the bright and loud person on the shore.
Or at the very least, he could tell him how joy made his eyes look beautiful.
But he said none of those things.
And now he would never get the chance.
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