rainy day & first love
✧ day 1 & 2 || prompt(s): first love & rainy day || @swoon-june 2026 ✧ pairing: olruggio x reader (gender-neutral) ✧ tags: fluff, domestic, established relationship, childhood friends, friends to lovers, first love ✧ word count: 398 ✧ links: my swoon june 2026 masterlist || ao3
"Well~ what about you, y/n? Who was your first love?"
Tetia sits across the dining table from you, her eyes glittering with curiosity, her chin resting cozily in her hands. The corner of your mouth twitches.
We really don't need to talk about that.
"Ah, you know… it was so long ago, I couldn't say, really."
Breakfast at Qifrey's atelier rarely went by without incident. Whether it's Coco causing a ruckus in the kitchen, Agott telling her off for the aforementioned ruckus, or Richeh further provoking them with some cute crystalline spell, there was always some manner of wacky conversation occurring at the same time. Unfortunately for you, the topic this particular morning had somehow turned to discussing the adult witches' childhood crushes, and the girls weren't about to take no for an answer.
Rain patters on the windows, accentuating the silence that had followed your wishy-washy response. Tetia's eyes narrow in clear suspicion, and you quickly dart your eyes away from her.
How Qifrey and Olruggio escaped this round of questioning unscathed is beyond you.
The problem is not that you don't recall the answer.
The problem is that the answer is sitting across the room from you.
You steal a glance.
Olruggio looks exhausted.
His eyes have those telltale shadows under them, the ones that give away yet another night's sleep lost to work. You suppress a sigh. No amount of nagging him to get to bed will ever get through to that man.
As if he could sense your presence, Olruggio looks up from his tea. The corners of his lips tug upwards, his gaze knowing (and mocking), and you instinctively respond by pulling a silly face.
Right.
Your first love.
You'd spent so many years thinking of Olruggio as your best friend that it was always hard to pin down the moment you realized you were head over heels. It hadn't been clear to you as children or teens, but by the time you two had reunited at the atelier, your heart had quietly made up its mind.
Across the way, Olruggio's eyes, still locked on to you, soften. There's a small, familiar smile forming on his lips, although in true Olruggio fashion, he quickly brushes away his feelings with his sleeve, and returns to his tea with a flustered grumble.
Yes, your first love.
And perhaps all your loves after that, too.
