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Hiiii Could you write one where the MC is Leona's sister and is interested in (or dating) Vil? Please? Your writing is very good!
‧₊˚ Leona's sister who is dating Vil Schoenheit
ෆ :: vil schoenheit x kingscholar!reader
a/n :: hello??? i can't believe someone requested this because i've been wanting to write about leona's sister for a while now. omgg i'm so happy :3
ෆ :: at first, Vil couldn't believe you were his sister. It would take him a while to process the fact that you're Leona Kingscholar's sister, whether because you're his complete opposite or because you look so much like him. The mere fact that he had a younger sister was already a surprise. If you're his opposite, it would leave him in complete shock, but if you're his spitting image, it would be a kind of nightmare to know there are two Kingscholars who are exactly alike. Anyway, that caught Vil's attention almost instantly, making him immediately set his eyes on you.
ෆ :: he would have absolute respect for being royalty. Vil knows what it's like to be under pressure to be perfect all the time, so knowing that your family automatically makes you part of royalty, he wouldn't take long to take on the amount of protocols or manners they tried to teach you from a young age. Whether you talk about it casually or like it's a real horror movie, he'd give you a lot of credit for getting through it all. In the end, if you're in NRC, it's because you survived it.
ෆ :: no, he wouldn't try to turn you into a clone of himself. Although Vil has great respect for manners and the training received at the palace, that wouldn't make him see you as a potential Pomefiore clone. He knows that Savanaclaw students are known for other reasons, and whatever your strengths are, you'll have his support. If there are days when you simply feel completely useless, he'd be the one to drag you out of bed and remind you of the truth.
ෆ :: he would see you for who you are. Inevitably, there would be someone at NRC who would want to reduce you to just "being Leona's sister," but Vil wouldn't tolerate that at all. He himself knows what it's like to try to stand out on your own and would never allow someone important to him to go through something like that, even if it doesn't bother you at all—or if at some point it makes you feel even slightly bad. Especially in those private moments when the mask of royalty you both wear slips a little.
ෆ :: he would completely use it against Leona. Yes, he would totally use the fact that his sister is interested in him just to tease him, even if only a little, not because Vil thinks you're an object or anything like that; but seeing the annoyed expression on Leona's face every time he sees you two together is enough. And if he's honest with himself, even he couldn't have imagined how things would turn out, but how could he resist someone like you?
ෆ :: sibling bond bonus: Leona would be a silently overprotective brother. Due to never having the pressure of taking the throne, Leona knows that you grew up in a different bubble than him, and that's why his more protective side would come out with you, even if he hides it by saying "it's nothing."
a/n :: to celebrate my sweet boy's birthday, here's some fluff <3
Riddle was doing his best not to be too strict about the dorm rules, but you were sure that if he saw you wandering the halls at that hour of the morning, he wouldn't be able to resist pointing out why it was wrong. However, it was a special day, and in your mind, that was a good enough excuse.
So when you slipped into Deuce's room an hour and a half before classes started, you couldn't help but feel your heart melt as you watched him peacefully sleeping, and even though you hated waking him up, it was also necessary.
"Deuce? Wake up…" You shook his shoulder gently, hoping that would be enough, and although it took a few more shakes, you finally noticed his eyes beginning to open. You quickly put a decent distance between you and a smile spread across your face.
"Um… what are you doing here?" His sleepy face quickly transformed into total panic. Undoubtedly, the idea of having a girl in his room so early sounded much worse in his mind than it actually was. However, his expression softened when he noticed the dessert in your hands.
"Happy birthday!" You brought the dessert—which you had baked yourself—closer to his face, and the shy smile that formed on his face let you know he hadn't expected it at all. He blew out the candle on the dessert, pretending to make a birthday wish, but what more could he ask for when his girlfriend had taken the time to wake him up like that on his birthday?
"You didn't have to do this. Did you get enough sleep?" You ignored his question knowing he was about to give you a lecture about how waking up too early for him wasn't worth it—even though he was secretly melting at your gesture.
You plopped down beside him without putting your weight on him, and although he struggled to process the closeness and the fact that you were so close to his face, you quickly felt his arms wrap around you. Deuce felt like he was going to faint at any moment because, of course, he knew you were an affectionate person when it came to him, but as soon as your lips pressed against his cheek, his mind went blank.
Was it right to have you in his room like that? But the way you kept pressing your lips to different places on his face was simply the best way to start his birthday morning.
"Now, you need to get ready for class so you can eat that for breakfast. An honor student can't go to school on an empty stomach." You pressed one last kiss to his cheek before quickly pulling away before he could protest. He lay frozen, watching you head for the door.
Deuce pushed the covers up to cover his face, even though he knew you'd left the room, he wanted to make sure no one passing by noticed how red his ears—and probably his face—were now. He didn't know if he'd ever get used to your displays of affection, but he planned to stay with you, so he needed to start working on his nerves.
imagine having an argument with Idia's tablet in the middle of a hallway, and he's getting annoying so you just press the "end call" button and walk away.
alternate universe ෆ established relationship ෆ yes, idia is a kind of spiderman
Idia’s room was packed with things that helped you kill some time while you waited for him to return. However, the feeling of worry was what you genuinely found difficult to turn off when it came to him and his secret identity.
Discovering that the person swinging on webs across the island was actually your boyfriend in tights—which you later learned was high-tech equipment aiding his movements—probably wasn't part of your semester's plans. You were still struggling to process the fact that the guy who played video games next to you every night and complained about going to PE was also some kind of superhero in his free time. Maybe it was the result of watching too much anime together.
Your attention was focused on the hundreds of books on one of the shelves when a sharp thud behind you caught your attention. Idia always had a surprising way and zero care when he came through the window, so it didn't entirely surprise you to hear a noise behind your back.
However, the wound on his chest that had left a tear in his suit did surprise you.
A wave of panic washed over you before dropping to his side, a groan of pain left his lips the moment you wrapped your arms around him to hold him, trying not to focus on the way he leaned closer to your touch.
"Sevens, what happened to you?!" Any joke that was on the tip of your tongue vanished with astonishing speed when you saw his state. You knew that was a possibility, you knew he could get hurt because even though he had a great capacity to heal himself he wasn't invincible. But seeing it with your own eyes was something totally different.
You nervously bit your lower lip as you tried to remain calm, but in those moments, all you could think about was his torn suit and the small lights on it that indicated the particles were trying to regenerate without any success. Clearly STYX nanotechnology that you didn't even fully understand.
"It was an accident. I just need to, you know… regenerate my HP with a nap." He tried with all his strength to stand up, however he'd barely managed a step before his legs gave out again.
Your arms tried to wrap around him quickly, but even though Idia was too thin, he was tall and against your almost non-existent strength that was too much. "A nap? Idia, healing from that is going to take you more than a nap!" you complained before forcing him to drop onto the edge of the bed, his heavy breathing trying to hold back any sound of pain almost echoed in your ears. "I'll call Ortho and try to treat that wound." You heard the huff of frustration that came from his lips the moment you turned around because of course, the last thing he needed was for his brother to see him in that state.
Convincing Idia to take off part of his suit had been harder than you had in mind, which was still a surprise considering that this wasn't the first time you saw him that way. Sometimes you thought he just loved to contradict you.
"Aren't you careful? Idia, you're not a video game superhero, your life isn't going to regenerate and start a new game. You aren't immortal either, a wound in the wrong place and… and you know!" It was evident that you were nervous due to the way you had begun to speak without sense.
Your fingers pressed the cotton ball against his wound almost as if you were afraid of hurting him despite knowing that at this point it was something inevitable. Idia pressed his lips tightly in an attempt to avoid letting out any groan of pain, it was already humiliating enough that his girlfriend saw him in this situation and that he had probably ruined the night they had planned. You could almost feel the tears sting at the edge of your eyes if you let your thoughts go far enough to the idea that something worse could have happened.
It wasn't until you felt the way his long fingers wrapped around your wrists to stop you that you finally allowed yourself to think clearly, realizing your own words.
"I know I'm the best boyfriend and you can't live without me, but try to hide it," he joked, trying to ease the tension in the air, which worked for a few seconds when he noticed the way you rolled your eyes.
"Of course not, if something happens to you you'd leave me alone and we have a raid next week." A terrible excuse, although if you were honest with yourself, you knew no game was going to make sense without Idia.
"I would never leave my player two." The small smile that formed on your lips was the proof that a wave of calm washed over your body. Your fingers traced the edge of his wounds without wanting to hurt him, focusing on how the reddish hue stood out against his pale skin.
Your gaze lifted meeting his eyes and the way your smile became bigger was all he needed to slide one of his hands to the back of your neck with the intention of pulling you closer to him. The tips of his hair were now a shade of pink that made you wonder if he would ever stop having that slight shyness around you.
There was a time when Idia would have never imagined himself in a similar situation, not because of the fact that he had used confidential technology to make his suit, or even because he wore a suit. There was a time when Idia never thought it would be possible to share every detail of his life with someone, someone who didn't find him weird and wanted to have him close all the time. Even if he had ruined their first dates because of his anxiety.
The sound of the door opening made you pull away quickly, your gaze drifted knowing that only Ortho entered without knocking, not to mention that you yourself had called him minutes before. You let out a sigh of relief knowing that at least now you would have much clearer medical instructions.
However one of his hands continued intertwined with yours and for a few seconds, you couldn't tear your eyes away from the way your hands looked together. Neither could you explain the tranquility that simple touch brought you.
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— Vil Schoenheit who is dating an Ignihyde student who is friends with Idia. Idia knows absolutely everything because he receives updates from you whenever you can and even though he doesn't understand how you can date one of the SSR epic troublemakers, Idia is living the best moment of his life from his room with each update feeling like he is watching the main story of a dating sim.
— Trey letting you sit on his lap every time you have a bad day. it isn't necessary for you to say it out loud that almost everything went wrong that day because he notices it in your gaze, so when you carefully slide onto his lap he doesn't say anything. he simply wraps his arms around you pressing you against him and letting you bury your face in the crook of his neck without saying a word.
silence never felt as comforting as those nights with him.
ෆ :: the biggest fake nonchalant ever. Leona was fully aware of what being in a relationship entailed, even though it wasn't the top of his list. he simply didn't know that his girlfriend would demand so much of his affection. and yet, his complaints couldn't be more fake. deep down, he enjoys knowing that he's the first person you think of when you need something as simple as a hug, and even though he might complain about it, he'd wrap his arms around you or stay perfectly still while you clung to him.
ෆ :: he would never push you away. Leona would never push you away abruptly, much less be rude; his complaints don't even come close to that. perhaps he's a little more reserved in public than when it's just the two of you, but if he feels you clinging to his arm, he'd remain perfectly still even with other people around. but if someone tries to tease him with a joke, a single look from him would probably be enough to make sure it never happens again, because Leona would rather give someone the worst glare than make you feel guilty just for showing affection.
ෆ :: you would be his favorite pillow. actually, he would find a great advantage in this whole situation: he can lean on you when he takes one of his naps. because of your tendency to cling to him all the time, you wouldn't even complain when he rested his head on your lap for a nap, and it would actually be more comforting than he expected because he could smell your scent, and it's one of the few times he feels he can completely let his guard down with someone.
ෆ :: he'd let you play with his hair or his ears. eventually, he'd accept that using you as a pillow comes with some conditions, like letting you run your fingers through his hair or even his ears. it's actually quite a relaxing sensation while he's trying to sleep. but it would be one of those things where only you have a VIP pass.
ෆ :: eventually, he gets used to it and doesn't even bother pretending anymore. Leona doesn't even bother pretending that the closeness was annoying. actually, you two would have a sort of routine where he simply leans on you a little more than usual because he knows the long hugging session before the next class is about to begin, and even your kisses in the mornings before class would become almost part of his daily routine.
mention of insecurities ෆ established relationship
When Idia started leaving little kisses on your cheek, he had somehow begun tracing a path down your body. And you knew exactly what that meant. He rarely allowed himself to be this clingy, even though you knew he liked keeping you close. Idia wasn't usually clingy in the traditional way.
A giggle escaped your lips when you felt his lips against the inside of one of your thighs. You tried to move your legs, but felt his fingers dig into your skin, just enough to keep you still, but not enough to hurt. Never enough to hurt.
"Stop doing that… you know I hate that part of me," you complained, shifting out of his embrace, which didn't work at all. It wasn't as if you'd actually used any real force, because feeling Idia's lips against the skin of your inner thigh could steal your breath away, but it also did a great job of silencing those thoughts that kept telling you it was something unpleasant that you should be ashamed of.
You pressed your lips together as soon as you felt his lips brush against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh again. For a second, you had to do your best not to gasp, but it became more difficult when you felt the tips of his sharp teeth sink lightly into your skin without actually causing any real harm.
“I like it,” he finally admitted, pulling away from you to return to his place over you, supporting his hands on either side of your head to avoid putting his weight on you. “It’s like my favorite SSR item,” he smiled, revealing his sharp teeth, knowing that this particular comparison always bothered you, not because you actually disliked it, but because it stirred that warmth in your chest. You’d heard Idia use many game terms on different occasions, but when it came to you, you knew he meant them differently.
“You’re unbearable,” you complained, shifting in his grip. Your arms pulled him closer so you could press your lips to his. Idia didn’t even resist, returning your kiss almost immediately as his hands slid down again, brushing against the skin of your thighs. You spread your legs, trying to make him more comfortable between them.
When Idia pulled away and slid back to your side to continue watching the movie—which you hadn’t even been paying attention to for quite some time—you felt his fingers continue to graze your warm skin. The contrast of his cool fingers made you more aware of his touch, and you began to wonder if there was really any reason to feel so insecure about something your boyfriend actually adored about you.
— boyfriend!floyd who loves stolen or sudden kisses. you have always known that Floyd loves physical touch, but he loves stealing kisses from you when you aren't paying enough attention; while you are studying and he sees you too concentrated, that sometimes you can even feel him brushing his sharp teeth against the skin of your cheek. or when you simply sink into his arms because you had a way too tiring day. or when you have to say goodbye because you have different classes and he doesn't hesitate to give you one of those kisses that end up drawing stares in the hallway because he doesn't care absolutely at all if anyone stares.
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ෆ vil schoenheit x ignihyde student!reader | fem!reader ෆ established relationship ෆ introverted reader
ෆ summary: there were days when you just felt down, and Vil knew it perfectly well. so when he showed up unannounced at your bedroom door, it surprised you more than it should have.
— some headcanons here ෆ another headcanon here
ෆ a/n: i have mixed feelings about this mini one shot because i like it but at the same time i don't… help me.
Vil had completely learned not to take anything personally regarding your mood. He'd also learned to read your silences almost expertly, which is why, when he didn't see you in the hallways that morning and you didn't answer his messages, he knew something was wrong.
There were several possibilities, one of which was that you were probably sick, but if that were the case, he was almost certain he'd get a message from you saying you wouldn't be coming to class that day. However, there was another possibility, a bit more common than just a cold: you were feeling down. It wasn't something that hadn't happened before; he knew that mood swings—especially those that came out of nowhere and without explanation—were never related to him, or that sometimes that was enough to keep you in your room for the rest of the day.
But just because he wasn't involved didn't mean he was going to abandon you. It was at the end of the second period that his shoes echoed through the cold halls of ignihyde. There were never many people in the halls; it always seemed cold, and there was never any natural light, but Vil had grown too accustomed to all those details without even noticing.
The special doorbell you'd installed outside your room rang, making you look up from the tablet in your hands. You sighed, thinking it was probably Idia, but that was impossible because Idia would never come to your door in person. It couldn't be another student either, since very few returned to the dorm at that hour, and besides, it was much easier to communicate by message than to knock. There was only one person who used that doorbell.
You confirmed it was Vil when the security camera outside the room showed him looking at something in his hands, though you weren't sure what it was. Panic and happiness washed over you in equal measure, on one hand, you loved the idea of your boyfriend being there because he was always your favorite pillow. On the other hand, there was the guilt that reminded you that you were taking up all of his time, time he was supposed to be using to study! You hadn't even called him, or had your butt accidentally dialed his number like in the movies? That certainly couldn't be possible because you could clearly see your phone on the nightstand next to the bed, where there were other devices and some books.
You jumped out of bed and tried to fix your hair before looking around. Vil had never complained about the mess in your room, or well… if he had, it was never with real annoyance. He'd even helped you tidy up more than once. However, there was still that urge to try and organize as much as possible before he came into your room. He always said that having a good workspace helped more than you'd think, and even though you hated to admit it, you knew he was right.
The door slid open with a soft hiss, and he didn't even wait for his eyes to adjust to the dimness compared to the hallway. He practically knew exactly where every piece of furniture was in your room.
“What are you doing here?” The words came out of your mouth before you could stop them. Vil quickly realized it was surprise more than anything else, and that you certainly weren't silently asking him to leave. When had he memorized so much about you, even every tone of your voice? He always knew he was good at memorizing lines for movies, but there were so many details about you that had been etched into his mind almost subconsciously.
“You didn't come to class, and I assumed… something was wrong.” To be honest, he didn't even know how to call those days because he knew you didn't even have a reason to feel that way. The urge to ask him to leave because you didn't want to bother him quickly surfaced in your mind. However, Vil knew you as well as the products in his skincare routine and knew exactly what was going through your head. “I cleared my schedule for the rest of the afternoon before coming here, and I brought something to eat because those protein bars aren't enough.”
You remained silent, watching Vil arrange things on your desk, which, luckily for him, had enough space at that moment. The bedroom door closed a few seconds later, and he knew you weren't planning to try to get him to leave again because, if you were honest with yourself, being alone on days like these probably made you feel worse than it should. The only reason you refused to call Vil most of the time was because you didn't want to feel like a burden, no matter how many times he told you that you would never be a burden.
You slid back to the edge of the bed, your fingers lightly wrinkling the sheets beneath you, trying to fight the feeling that still lingered in your chest. Perhaps because you would never get used to the fact that someone knew you as well as he did.
“I woke up feeling down,” you admitted after a few seconds of silence. That same unease in your chest told you that you had to explain, or at least admit it out loud; sometimes it helped you feel better.
“I know. You don’t have to explain.” Vil knew that most of the time those kinds of mood swings didn’t even have any explanation, but he also didn’t want to pressure you if something had happened. He knew that eventually you were going to tell him, even if it took a couple of hours that required him to stay by your side.
You watched as he took off his uniform jacket and placed it on one of your incredibly comfortable chairs, which he had bought as a gift because “if you were going to spend so much time in front of computers, you at least needed your back to suffer as little as possible.”
“Can we watch one of your movies?” You asked when he leaned over you, and Vil snorted because he genuinely wasn't the type of person who spent his free time sitting in front of the TV watching himself act just for fun. But on days like this, he'd do anything for you.
"Fine, but not that one where the lighting was an insult to my face." He sighed before pressing his lips to your forehead for a split second. You smiled, knowing exactly which one he meant and that there was no way Vil Schoenheit could give a bad performance, or to look bad in a movie, but you also knew it wasn't an argument you were going to win.
Sometimes it was too easy to forget that there was a movie star in your room—especially after he so casually slid next to you and put his arms around you—and that he wasn't just the boy who canceled his entire day to spend it all with you in an attempt to make you feel better. And that always worked.
— boyfriend!ace who asked you to come to his basketball game, saying he's going to dedicate one of his baskets to you, so you are on edge the whole time. at some point, he quickly glances towards you, points in your direction so you know it's for you, and when he turns to shoot, he misses completely.
ෆ :: Floyd would be incredibly clingy because of your body heat. the truth is, clinging to you because he likes your body heat is probably just an excuse to avoid putting distance between you two. Floyd is already clingy in his daily life, but pretending it's because his body is always so cold would be the perfect way to keep you from pulling away. he likes the difference between his cold hands and your warm skin; he likes the way you feel against him, even though he knows he can never reach the same temperature no matter how tightly he clings to you.
ෆ :: his superhuman strength and heightened senses are incredibly fun. after living so many years and seeing how things change around him, Floyd has to find a way to have fun and keep busy, and what better way to do it than by using all those superhuman abilities he has acquired and dragging you into it? more than once he has somehow managed to convince you to cling to him just to show you how fast he is, he even doesn't hesitate to use his keen hearing to tell you some information in the most discreet way possible—or as discreet as Floyd can be.
ෆ :: he's extremely protective and doesn't even bother to hide it. Floyd has a huge advantage: his appearance—especially his teeth—makes an impression on anyone who stands before him. he hates the idea of anyone taking you away from him, but above all, he hates the idea of seeing you sad because of some jerk. besides, why be sad when he can fix things without hesitation? his superhuman strength and senses were always a huge advantage in those situations; he wouldn't even ask if you needed him to take care of things, he'd probably do it without you even noticing.
ෆ :: he wouldn't be afraid to fall in love with you. Floyd has spent too much time immersed in darkness, trying to keep himself busy, and he hated when there wasn't anything interesting, especially since people seemed less and less surprised by the fact that he was a vampire. so when he first met you, it was as if his whole world was illuminated again—though ironically, he couldn't go out into the sun—a small human who not only wasn't afraid of him but was full of surprises. Floyd can't figure out how you're going to act, and he finds that fascinating; that's enough to make him want to show you every part of his world just to see your reaction.
ෆ :: Floyd would drink from you, but with a lot of self-control. although he probably wouldn't refuse to drink from you, he would be too selective; part of him loves the idea of sharing something so private with you, but he knows that if he loses what little self-control he has left with you, it could end in a tragedy he wasn't willing to face. the mere thought of returning to the monotony that had been his immortal life before you, gave him an unpleasant feeling in his chest that went far beyond mere boredom. and Floyd couldn't fully understand it because nothing like this had ever happened to him in all his years.
— Vil Schoenheit as the protagonist of a slasher movie. he never thought he’d end up in a movie like that, but knowing he would be the final boy at the end and it would be something completely new for his career cheered him up a little, and especially the fact of knowing you’d be there. however, you never thought it would be something incredibly attractive to see him with that expression on his face while holding a prop weapon, panting, as droplets of fake blood splatter across his flawless skin. after that, you try your best to erase that scene that was actually etched in your mind now because, of course, from that moment you know without a doubt it will have an impact on his fans.
‧₊˚ Leona Kingscholar and his pomefiore girlfriend
ෆ :: he loves to mess up your uniform a little. Leona knows you always try to keep your uniform immaculate until the end of the day, and that's why he always does something small just to see you complain, even if there's no real anger in your words; like wrinkling the fabric of your skirt a little or slightly ruffling your hair when he puts his arms around you to give you a good morning kiss.
ෆ :: at some point, he gives in to your skincare products. despite his complaints, if you go to his room one night and end up in a skincare session, he'd stay completely still while you put that mask on his face, although he'd probably complain afterward about how cold it feels against his skin. the truth is, he likes the way you run your fingers over his face because it makes him feel relaxed.
ෆ :: sometimes he complains about the smell of your perfume. with his keen sense of smell, he'd always complain about the strong scent when he leans against you during his midday naps, not because you have bad taste in fragrances, but because Leona loves your natural scent. he prefers to smell your natural aroma when he buries his face in your neck while hugging you from behind. perhaps you two could reach a middle ground where you use a lighter perfume.
ෆ :: Leona loves having a girl like you by his side. maybe he has something to say about dorm etiquette—like those times you ask him not to wrinkle your uniform when all he wants is to lean against you—but those complaints couldn't be more false. Leona is aware of how pretty his girlfriend is, even on a normal school day. he likes it when you bend your own rules, even just a little, for him, and he intensely admires your talent with potions and alchemy, knowing that's why you belong in pomefiore.
besides, to be honest, his skin feels more hydrated after you force him to use those face masks.
ෆ :: bonus: he'd pay for your expensive skincare products. on those rare occasions when you manage to drag him shopping because you might need more than one of your favorite products and you have to go to one of those specialty skincare stores, he'd first be shocked at how ridiculously expensive a simple face product can be—one that probably won't even last more than a month—and then proceed to pay for it because he absolutely refuses to let his girlfriend do it, regardless of your complaints, because you may be stubborn, but he is much more so.
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I love your idia headcanons! holy characterization
I'm curious how you think he'd act with a partner who's not into games at all. Do you think he'd make them play with him?
absolutely yes!!! it's non-negotiable, not even a "maybe" he would do it
did you see him get excited in book 6 when ortho was showing the game options??? when you ask out of pure curiosity (because let's be honest, who wouldn't be curious if he spends so many hours a day playing) he'd end up yapping about it while you look at him with that totally in love face
he would show you step by step what to do in his favorite games so you two can play together in the future. although he'd probably joke around a bit if you failed, but not to make you feel bad, just that kind of teasing that exists between couples because he would really have incredible patience explaining all the lore to you
idia knows that his hobbies are not something ppl consider "normal," so he really appreciates that you wanted to learn about it yourself. you would probably make him so happy just by asking, although at some point he might feel like he was talking too much