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Series’ I’ve written

[HIATUS] - Inazuma Hanahaki AU — #lyvales inazuma hanahaki

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Genshin Impact was taking forever to load.

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Rumors. They would always spread like wildfire. Seems college wasn’t entirely different in that manner.

Whispers went around. “A new boy,” someone to your right hummed. “People have been saying he’s in here this period.”

You were intrigued. Especially in a speech class- He’d have to introduce himself, probably.

You stared ahead, waiting for the click of the door opening and for your professor to stand up and give a brief overview of the kid, just like he did when Reaya got here — name, where they came from, and then he’d let them take over.

It was 9:28 AM when that door clicked open, and your professor stood.

You felt… off. Immediately.

Something in the room thickened, like fog, trying to choke you.

“Everyone, please welcome our new student. He came all the way from Russia.” Your professor stepped aside, allowing the new boy to lean against the whiteboard at the front.

You felt sick.

Same deep blue eyes. Same messy ginger hair. Same crooked, slightly off smile that never reached his eyes.

You felt your stomach twist.

The only empty seat was right behind you.

“If you’d like to speak a bit about yourself, Ajax?”

The newcomer moved like lightning. Quick, calculated, and relentless.

Each moment, he was in a new spot. The other side of the arena, then slamming a kick into Itto’s side the next. The crack seemed like it echoed.

Itto flinched. Barely, but you could see it. You knew his tics- Knew him. He hissed something out, but you couldn’t hear it over the yelling of the crowd around you.

He swung. And that, was when the fight ended.

It wasn’t clean. And definitely wasn’t pretty. That uppercut was frustration, rage, and maybe a bit of shame, all curled into one output.

The guy’s head snapped back. His body followed. You heard it before you saw it- The snap of something breaking, the thud of a limp body on the bottom of the mat, and then the deafening roar of the people. Some in anger, some in joy.

Itto stood over him while the referees clamoured with the medics. Blood dripped down his lip, bruises bloomed beneath his skin. And yet, he grinned. He’d won.

You didn’t stick around too long. You were busy pushing through the crowd, trying to get back to his prep room. Security always let you through. Your boyfriend made sure of it. He always told them, before every single match- And they always pointed you in the right direction.

You sat yourself down on one of the many equipment pieces in the room and simply waited.

Only ten minutes later, the door slammed open, and your victorious (and very cocky) boyfriend practically threw himself into the room. “Yeah, yeah, I hear ya,” he waved away his manager; Shinobu was hounding him for being “so careless” and “not having good reaction timing” or whatever. You didn’t hear much.

Mostly because Itto had picked you up in a bear hug, and with how tightly he was squeezing you, the blood wasn’t running to your head right.

“Itto- Baby- Breathing,” you sighed as he finally let go. “What-? Oh-! Yeah, yeah, uh-huh. Breathing.” He was trying to ignore his mistake.