Astro

✮⋆˙Name: Astro (she/her), certified yapper.

✮⋆˙Age: 19 (uni is killing me. Send help)

✮⋆˙Fandoms (and some yapping):

╰┈➤Assassination classroom

╰┈➤Attack on titan

armine, annie

╰┈➤Epic the musical (and illium, hopefully)

Naming all my faves would take a bit over a week, I’ll just say the whole cast and move on for the sake of not wasting time.

╰┈➤Genshin impact

Too much to say about this one. I’m mainly a lore player.

Faves:  Males: venti, albedo, durin, diluc, lohen, xiao, childe, kazuha, TOMO (is it allowed to include npcs ?), wriothesley, lyney, kinich, xbalanque (why aren’t we talking about him enough?),flins, illuga, rerir, dainslef, vedelfonir, Lohen.

The ladies: Alice, rhinedotter, Nicole, the whole of the hexenriel atp, nahida, furina, skirk, paimon and the heavenly principles (don’t come at me). Honorable mention: the queen Lumine both as the traveler and the abyss sibling.

╰┈➤Honkai starrail:

Again, too much to say. Still diving wide and deep in the lore (and I LOVE it). Penacony was peak, but Amphoreus was just on another level (still recovering from it)

 Faves: males: dan heng, gepard (justice for this man), aventurine, Sunday, misha (justice for my boy), mydei, phainon, anaxa, screwlum, Stephen Lloyd, can I name a couple of eaons too? I find nanook interesting. Shoutout to caelus fot being so unhinged. ASAT PRAMAD LMAO

The ladies: Kafka, Himeko, The Herta, Himeko, all the amphoreus ladies as well as evernight, Himeko, yao guang, Evanescia, Himeko, Pearl,  and ofc the one and only: Stelle. Did I mention Himeko? No? Then... Himeko.

╰┈➤Omniscient reader’s viewpoint (novel)

This one would need its own post too TToTT. I just love this novel with everything I’ve got.

╰┈➤The promised Neverland (manga)

╰┈➤Love and deep space

╰┈➤Toilet bound hanako kun (manga)

╰┈➤ Witch hat atelier (manga)

(Idk if I should put it here. I don’t play it, but I do see the content about it.)

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"Aaaaaaaand the genius struck again!" Your friend teased with a Cheshire-like grin.

"It's nothing…" You replied, tongue stuck out. "I mean, there is always someone doing better." You shrugged, collecting your belongings.

"Someone- you scored second best!" She replied, deadpan. "You were out partying the night before the exam."

You rolled your eyes. "You dragged me there !"

The two of you left the class, still entertaining your back and forth, neither of you feeling the pair of eyes that had followed you until your silhouette disappeared through the door.

Alhaitham started at it for a few moments after you left, his brows furrowed ever so slightly, a rare change from his usual nonchalance.

You did it. Once again. Scoring the second best grade. Second only to him.

This was the natural order of things. If there is a first, then there is a second, and a third....

But for some reason, this bothered him. You bothered him. You did so awfully well in more ways than he was willing to admit.

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It's been exactly 11 days.

11 days of careful observation.

11 days of hypothesizing and analyzing.

11 days of a relentless quest to find the answer to one, stupidly silly question:

How do you do that?

11 days of wondering, of trying -and failing spectacularly- at seeing the pattern that makes of you such a headache-inducing riddle.

It all started on a random Friday when you passed by each other at the hallway of the academia. He was carrying a few resources he needed for his current topic of interest, while you carried nothing but your confidence and… well, unconveniently beautiful showing-off attire.

You had changed from the usual white and green fabric of your scholarly uniform into a dress. Nothing scandalous: a deep shade of blue that faded into a muted purple by its hem that fell down past your calves, sheer sleeves that served more beauty than coverage, a simple pearl necklace that caught the light of the evening in that fraction you walked past him… And even after you did, your hair danced behind your steps, lingering a second longer in his field of view; your perfume left like a trail behind you for even longer than that.

It was obvious you were headed out. Somewhere. Most likely to have fun. That knowing that the examinations where in a few days.

'Your loss.' He had shrugged it off, trying to not focus on the way his own collar seemed to feel just a tiny bit tighter around his neck, how his eyes noticed frivolous things he never paid attention to.

He didn't allow himself to stop, nor to look back. You wouldn't be the first scholar he had seen making fool of themselves, indulging themselves into meaningless pleasures until none of their minds was left but the urge to seek even more of it.

Except that you didn't. Somehow, for some reason, your academic output remained a constant in its results, a highly praised one at that.

Alhaitham was used to being ahead of his classes by a large margin. This much had been true for as long as he could remember. But then you showed up, carefree, barely bothering with your presence in most classes, only to catch up with him.

He was still first, yes. But now there was someone right behind him, trailing him so closely that it had his stomach churn.

How could that be?

How could you give so little care about it all and yet do so well?

He, of all people, knew that some were better than others in terms of given skills. But still, it was nowhere enough to explain how you spent so much time having fun and still managing to talon him by less than a couple of points of difference.

As much of a genius as one could be, the Akademia was no easy thing to deal with. You would have to hone your skills no matter how gifted you were.

And thus, he began his observation.

Friday. You were out until later into the night. Came back supporting your tipsy friend without looking the least bothered.

Saturday. Spent barely a couple of hours in the house of Daena before being dragged by a friend to get lunch. Didn't come back until sunset to collect the books you had left there. Total duration of work? Approximately 1 hour 47 minutes.

Sunday. You didn't even bother to show up. He overheard you the next Monday talking about a quick visit to your parents.

The mess you called your schedule continued in this chaotic sequence that had no rhythm or sense. You'd hazardously jump from topic to other mid session. You'd cut off thesis less than 3 paragraphs in simply because they didn't conform to your whims. You'd spend most of your already scarce study time either zoning out or making infuriatingly accurate yet sarcastic remarks on every paper that falls into your hands.

And its not like he hadn't seen this before. Its just that this usually ended up with almost everyone falling behind in their classes at best, and dropping out at worst.

You did neither. You were right behind him, ahead of so many that spend their days locked up in the giant library.

11 days.

11 entire days of observation, of documentation, of notes scribbled on the margins of textbooks that were meant to be for his studies instead of this.

Whatever "this" was anyway.

The question had been raised in his mind as a passing curiosity.

The first two days carried it with intrigue.

The 3 next ones with unadulterated confusion, followed by an evening of irritation that later on came back as something….

Something less like himself. Something he barely recognized in his own quietness.

Something that is a bit too invested. Almost obsessively so.

Because an unanswered question, to him, is akin to an insult. He is a scholar that spends most of his days seeking answers and figuring problems out.

And so, he will figure yours as well.

By the end of the first week, he had already started to shape his days around the exact predicament you were.

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It was one of the rare evenings when you had no other plans than to actually sit and go through some overdue materials.

You were knee-deep into whatever essay you were treating -something about the impact of the Sumerian environmental state on the market development and engineering industry, when you felt a gaze on you. You looked around. The place was pretty empty, with only 2 people other than you. Your friend who was seated across from you, looking like she was drowning in her own book. The other one was…

You stole a glance towards his direction. Alhaitham, as a still as a statue in his own corner, books staked at his left, papers on his right, seemingly engrossed into his own world.

It couldn't have been him. Not even if you were dying at his feet. Right?

You sighed. We're you imagining things?

You nudged your friend's foot under the table. "Hey. Lets catch a break." You whispered.

"We just sat down." She replied.

"It wont be long." You whispered back, winking. "Promise."

She grunts softly, closing her book. "If I fail, its on you."

"You always say that." You chuckled under your breath.

You made your way to the exit and ventured not so far from the place. You ended up settling into one of the many rounded garden sheds nearby. You leaned against the railing, gazing down at the sight of the busy streets. Your friend collapsed on the edge of the bench close to you.

"Archons above. I can feel my brain turning to mush…" she whines softly, massaging her temples.

"Agreed. The place was too empty. I could practically hear my own heartbeat." You replied with a chuckle.

"Oh. I've been meaning to ask you." She straightened a bit, as if she had just remembered an important matter. "Didn't you notice anything weird?"

"Weird?" You echoed.

"Yes. The whole time, I kept feeling like…" she trails off, picking the right word. "Like someone was looking at us. Which is weird. Its was only you and I…"

Yours brows furrowed. So… it wasn't just your imagination playing tricks on you. Could it be-

"Where you staring at me?" She grins playfully. "You know, if you had asked politely, I could have had the grace of giving you out a picture for free."

"Oh, shut up." You rolled your eyes at the teasing. "It wasn't just you and I."

"Yea?" She replies.

You nodded. "Alhaitham was seated a few tables away behind you." You replied. "But… then again. Its Alhaitham we're talking about. It can't be him…"

She huffs. "I had forgotten about him. To be fair, he has this habit of disappearing into the walls. I swear to Celestia above that he blends in with the bookshelves to well that I forgot about his existence."

The imagery made you laugh. She continued. "Come to think of it… Its unusual."

You blinked. "What are you on about now?" You sighed, knowing that whatever was about to come our of her mouth after such a cheeky smirk was definitely no good.

"I've been classmates with him for a bit longer than you. If there is anything about him, it's that he privileges his privacy over anything else. He rarely ever takes on group projects. He used to come to the house of Daena only to get his materials -never sitting down to work in it."

"Never? But I see him so often-"

"Exactly." She cuts you off with a conspiratorial hushed tone. "The guy was almost a rumor from how little we saw him around outside of classes. But now, by some improbable oddity of chance, he started to spend more and more time in the library around the same sections as you."

"Its not like I own them." You replied, laughing dismissively. "Its a public area with open access."

"Yes. Once would have been a funny coincidence, twice would have been a tale to tell. But for days in a row? It sounds less and less like randomness… Even more so when it's something so out of habit of him."

"Oh please-" you were about to roll your eyes to the back of your skull. "What nonsense are you spewing this time?"

"I'm just saying!" She raises her hands with a defensiveness that could have been a bit more convincing if not for her poorly suppressed grin. "Its not like I can figure him out anyway." She shrugs.

"Buuuuuuuuut…" You should have run the moment you heard her voice drag out that syllable for 2 seconds more than necessary. "I'm just saying! If you ask me-"

"No one asked you." You muttered under your breath. Still. She only laughed at it.

"He may have fallen for your charm." She winks. "Or maybe he is just an inherently expressionless creep. My guess would be as good as yours."

You shook your head. "Why did I even bother by asking you? Should have seen this idiocy coming…"

"Got any better explanation?"

To that, you fell silent. Big mistake, because that only caused her smile to widen.

"I mean… he is quite reserved. No one really knows what's under his head or what's behind his eyes." At this point, her words were nothing short of teasing rambling. "He is… eccentric, for a lack of better words. So you'd expect his ways to be a bit… peculiar, I guess."

"I'd rather say he is simply the type to keep it to himself." You replied. "Is it so wrong?"

Another stupid mistake on your part. "Oho? So you are defending him?" She raises a teasing eyebrow.

"No. I'm just… laying down facts." You replied. "A creep, no matter how careful, shows signs, has slip-ups. I believe I'm sharp enough to catch on that."

She grins. "Which only leaves the second option. He-"

"No." You cut her off abruptly, suddenly feeling a bit warmer. "No. Not that either." But even as you said so, you fell uncharacteristically silent, lacking much arguments to support your claim. You realized, in a deep-rooted wave of shame and horror, that her suggestion wasn't all that unpleasant to imagine…

Your friend noticed. Of course she did. From your half-hearted denial and your embarrassment to the flush tainting your face. She stands up, stretching. "Well then… guess that's enough of a break, yea? I still have so much to do."

You nodded, closing the subject without daring to peek back at it. You didn't allow yourself to out of fear of everything that could build up after that.

The two of you returned to the house of Daena, only for you to notice that it was once again deserted. Not even Alhaitham was around anymore. You felt your stomach twist into a light sting of something withkut name, but again, didn't allow it through you. He surely must have finished whatever work he had.

Its not like it was your business anyway.

Little did you know that back in the garden, behind one of the many trees that cast shadows on the pavement, a single silhouette lingered, a few books in one arm, the other one raised to rest its palm over the lower half of its face.

Alhaitham remained there long after you and your friend had headed back inside, unable to move, his mind working with a cold, ruthless precision to sort out the storm that her teasing words had stirred.

He was a man of reason, yes. Be he was a man nonetheless. And no matter how much self assurance he had built up through the years, he too still had his own moments of reconsideration and doubt.

He reasoned through his own mess, cut down the noise of his mind reeling.

He was a man of reason.

He knew that all of it had started as a morbid spark of curiosity, a sense of intrigue he indulged.

But being a man of reason meant being a man of honesty, to himself first and foremost.

It had started as a curiosity, but not just as that. It had started with your smile as well. With your eyes growing hazy whenever you zoomed out. With the unique trail of thoughts you'd present out of nowhere when you looked like you were seven lands away from whatever conversation was happening. With the way your reasoning was quick to come yet just as well founded and sturdy as his own. With the way you found no hardship in holding a conversation with anyone no matter how sharp or gullible they could be.

It had started with curiosity, intrigue, and all the above in the form of one question he had been avoiding all this time along.

How did the world allow you to exist as yourself so unforgivingly?

He was simply fixated on solving one singular problem. But instead of an answer, it seems that he had just got himself tangled into something a few times bigger than that…

He remained a few more minutes frozen with his hand over his face to hide the red that started to creep up his neck to longer he pondered it, as if that alone would be enough to push it back.

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A.N: This was such a fun request! I hope it was was along the lines of whatever you had in mind.

It was truly a lovely evening. The sun shone behind a thin veil of clouds, not too strong, but not too faint either. The sky was a serene blue, and its reflection in the stream beneath was just as peaceful. The forest was just as in much grace as the sky above it: all life and vibrancy in this time of the year. The bushes were in full bloom, the trees stood proud and tall, the birds sang their never ending lullaby…

Indeed, a sight for those who are willing to take some of their time and look. Your rug had been spread less than the quatre of an hour beneath the shadow of the most dense tree you could find next to the stream, a light scarf hanging to your shoulders, and a basket of yarn at your feet.

What more could you ask for?

Days like this were your favorite all year round: slow, calm, and beautiful to carry on. So much that even your work, as repetitive and boring as it usually gets, becomes less of a tedious duty, and more of a hobby for you to enjoy.

Oh, and there was the wind. Breezy, ever so light, balancing the warmth of the sun above and the freshness of the stream a few feet away. If you stopped your work for a moment and closed your eyes, you'd almost start to hear it harmonizing with the rhythm of both the birds and the water running.

You smiled to yourself. "Will you come out at last? Even with all of my patience, I'm afraid I can't bear with the awkwardness any more." You whispered to the wind, tone poorly masking its mirth.

The wind, of course didn't reply. But something else did.

You felt a shift in the foliage above your head, then heard the soft creaking of a weight settling down on a thick branch in the tree across from you, and the slow fall of a snow white feather that ended up in your basket.

"Aw, so fast to blow my cover yet." A familiar voice crooned. You didn't need to lift your gaze to discern the teasing mock-disappointed lit it held. "What was it this time? I made sure not to move around so much."

The ridiculousness of his words made you laugh softly. "The wind was singing. It never does unless you are around." You put down the half done piece in your lap, tilting your head just in time to see his roll his eyes with a delighted laugh.

"Oh, please. I could have made it sing even if I wasn't here." He crossed his legs, a hand under his shin, wings shifting behind him as he leaned slightly forward. "I don't believe this is enough for you to tell I was here."

"Did it work?" You replied, lips twitching in a somewhat cheeky smile.

All you got as a reply was a smile that was a bit too sweet for your liking. Before you could even take it back, a gust of wind, slightly stronger than the rest, brushed past you, lifting a few fallen leafs and making you squint your eyes. "Venti!"

"Yes, windbloom?" He only tilted his head slightly, not even bothering to hide his amusement.

"Archons above… You're unbelievable." You sighed, your smile bleeding through the feigned annoyance, one head lifted to brush the ruffled strands of hair back into place. "I'm trying to work."

"I can very much see that." He replied, shifting once more, wings flapping. One heartbeat, he was seated on the branch, the next, he was hoovering right beside you. His wings were huge, to say the least. At least a few inches taller than his own height. They could easily send the wind rushing with enough force to uproot the tree behind you, you'd wager. And yet, all that reached was the lightest puffs of air fanning your face.

Venti was perched on the lump of yarn in your lap. "Still working on that piece?"

"The onesy, yes." You lifted, showing him with pride how far you had come. "My sister is nearing her due date so she is staying with me. I couldn't find a time to work on it without her seeing me. To keep the surprise."

"Such tedious work. I'm sure it will come out as adorable." He replied.

"I hope so. I even made matching socks for it!" You pointed at the pair in the basket. "For when the baby takes their first steps."

"I've always found it fascinating." He mused, winking as he lifted himself a bit higher. "But flying is so much more convenient."

"It seems like it. But walking does the trick as well." You shrugged. "I mean, there must be times when walking is more practical than hovering around, no?"

He simply chuckled, giving a few unnecessarily strong flaps. "I wouldn't quite say so. My wings had been of the utmost use since… well, since forever."

That made you pause before asking with a grin. "So… How often do you walk instead of flying around like a chicken that had forgotten how to land?".

That earned a shoulder-shaking laughter from him. "Okay now, first of all, do not compare my wings to anything, please. I quite cherish them. And second, I don't walk. I don't need to."

"Explains why your legs are so thin." You muttered under your breath.

"What did you just say?" One eyebrow rising was all you needed to understand that one more joke would have a centuries' worth of songs written about you as the one who died from one too many strong wind currents.

"Nothing." You flashed him an exaggerated innocent smile. "But seriously… You don't walk?" You repeated, a bit too surprised by such revelation.

Maybe revelation was a strong word, but you really were incredulous.

"The texture of the ground isn't always the best. Gravel is horrendous to walk on, and grass sometimes isn't thick enough to cushion the steps from the mud and pebbles beneath."

"Yes, Venti. That's why we wear shoes." You replied, deadpan.

He laughs, slowly lowering himself until his feet landed on the rug next to you as he stretched one hand to you in invitation. "Would you do me a favor then and teach me?"

You blinked, unsure if you heard right. "Teach you? Teach you what, exactly?"

"Walking, of course." He beamed, and you almost started to suspect that he was enjoying to see you so miserably thrown off by his antiques. "It's only fair after you made fun of me, isn't it?"

You sighed, setting the yarn and hook back in the basket before taking his hand. "How can you not know how to walk? At your age?"

He only flashed you a bright smile, radiating nothing but innocent -debatable- delight.

You dusted your skirt before gathering it with your hands, lifting the hem until it rested right bellow your knees. "I don't know how to explain, but look."

You took a few steps back and forth. Then you walked back to him, offering him your palm. "Walk with me?"

You spent the next few minutes walking, ever so slowly, watching him as his own unsure steps mirrored yours to the tiniest details. It wasn't perfect, of course. More than once, you'd feel his wings twitching as if he were about to take off, only for him to laugh it off as instinct.

He wasn't ashamed of tripping. If anything, you almost believed he enjoyed it. Because once you had let go of his hand and let him move on his own, he barely took to more steps before one of his feet caught on the the other, earning a startled yelp from him. You moved, reaching out to steady him, only to find yourself dragged down as well faster than you could process.

You found yourself on the ground- no, on something a bit warmer, as soft as it is firm. "Ven-"

"Shh. Listen." He hushed you softly, arms wrapping around your shoulders to prevent you from sitting up. That was when you realized that it was his chest steadily moving beneath your head.

You strained to listen, but nothing came. You blinked, trying to focus, to not get distracted by the way his wings were slowly closing around you.

You shifted, trying to angle your head to prevent him from seeing just how red your face was becoming.

"Hold still for a moment, windbloom." You felt the whisper reverberate through his chest before your mind registered it.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, basking in the warmth of the sun, tucked into the soft cocoon that his wings made, a safe space for this embrace that neither was really willing to give up on.

It was only after so long that he finally let his arms loosen from around you. You used the chance to move, sitting up. "What was that about?" You looked down at him, confused until you saw how his face was flushed with an adorable shade of pink.

"I was just taking a break. Walking is tiring. Is it so wrong for me to enjoy?" He admitted with no shame or guilt, not yet moving, merely keeping his wings around the two of you.

You felt your face heat up. How could he say such things with so little care? Did he not know the effect his words hard? No… No bard would be that oblivious to what leaves his own mouth. This realisation, somehow, just made it worse for you.

"Venti." You pursed your lips, offring a purposefully stiff smile. "Don't talk to me until you can run leaps around here."

And now it was your turn to enjoy the sight of his smile dropping and the sound of a whiny call of your name as you moved back to the shadow of your tree.

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