shirari

This is the only time anyone can see Harumasa running outside the Hollow. Wanting to be before a certain someone, he didn’t wait for the elevator, running on the stairs. When he reached the floor where his apartment is, he was delighted, you didn’t come back yet. Looking at the clock on his phone you should pass his door in two minutes. The whole running will help him to make his plan work.Gasping for air he placed his head on the door, while his hand searched for keys to his apartment. -”Harumasa? Are you okay?” he heard your lovely voice. You came closer to take a look at him. “Are you feeling unwell again?” -”Y-yeah” he started to cough. “But I’ll be fine! I just had a hard day at work…” That was a lie, today was the most peaceful day for Section 6. You took the key from his hand and unlocked the door for him. Putting his arm around your shoulder you took him towards the couch. -”Meow~” You heard his cat welcome you both. After you placed Harumasa you took his bandana from his forehead and checked his temperature with your hand. It didn’t feel much warmer than your palm. -”hmm… I don’t think you have a fever… Is your thermometer in the same place like always?“ -”If you put it back after last time, then it should be~” he said looking at you while you walked over to his shelf. After a moment you found it and gave it to him. You smiled at him and went to check his fridge. You sighed how empty it was. -”Alright, in the meantime I will change into something comfy.” But before you left you turned one more time towards him “I made some soup yesterday, so I will bring it over too, I saw you don’t have anything to eat today…” Harumasa chuckled -”You know how it is (Y/n), I didn’t have time to go shopping.” You sighed at that and left.  Harumasa, knowing he doesn't have too much time, warmed the thermometer. He knows he shouldn’t do that. He knows you too want to relax at your home after work but he can’t help himself. 

You moved next door 3 months ago. At first he was worried you may be one of those more obsessive fans, but whenever you would pass him while going back home or to work you would just greet him and go on your merry way. Then one day he was truly feeling sick, his fever hit and he had trouble putting the key in the keyhole and then you were passing him. You noticed him being in trouble so you helped, you were worried and asked if you should call some of his family members but when he told you he doesn't have anyone you decided to help him around. This started the friendship between you two. You would ask him how he is, when his sickness would flare up you would always help him and he liked that. For the first time he felt like there was a home he could come back to and someone was waiting for him. It may be selfish, but he loves being doted on by you. For the first time he felt like he had a family.

The door to his apartment opened again. You were carrying a large pot and immediately went to his kitchen to put it on the stove. While you wait for the soup to warm up you went to him. -”Let me see…” you took his thermometer. “Hm, you have a subfebrile condition…Do you feel pain anywhere?” you asked him with concern. -”Not really, I just feel tired.” he gave you a weak smile. -”Oh Harumasa, you should take it easy… I mean, I know your work is very important but you should still take it easy…” you patted his head, a small blush appearing on his cheek. Then you went to bring him soup. 

When you placed both bowls for you and him on the table. -”(Y/n)...can you feed me? Please?” he whined. You only shook your head but smiled. -”Sure. Say ‘aa~h” You wanted to tease him a bit, but he did as you said with a big smile. -”Aa~h! Mmm… so delicious!” He cheekily smiled back. You fed him a bit, then he said he has enough strength to eat it himself, after all he didn’t want you to eat cold soup.

“Do I ever get easy tasks?” The blond haired man asks, laughing dryly. “It’s a part of the job, and it’s what I’m the best at. There’s no point in complaining about it, although, judging by the look on your face, I can tell it’ll be all the more amusing for you.”

“How discerning.” she replies. It’s late, and the idle chatter from the nearby patrons is starting to die down. In the midst of the growing silence, the cunning woman slides a cream colored file across the table, drawing a pointed look from her partner.

“Take a look at this. We’ve compiled a collection of an individual that’s plagued our organization for months.”

Now this catches Aventurine’s attention.

“They’ve given us too much trouble for us to ignore.” Jade’s expression never wavers as Aventurine picks up the envelope and opens it up. Made of heavy, cream colored paper, he can feel the weight of the case even before he sees its contents. 

A striking figure stares back at him, and he finally understands. Loose leaflets, photos of extravagant jewelry, a shadowy picture of a figure, and a criminal portrait lie within.

“I see. Of course you’d give this one to me.” He’s sat up almost instantly,  initial exhaustion still evident, but now accompanied with a sense of competition. It's a spark that only appears in him when a new job emerges. His demeanor changes as quickly as the flip of a coin.

The smile on Jade’s face grows even wider. “This time, not only will you have to investigate them, you’ll have to capture them as well. You’re up to the task, I take it?”

Aventurine’s weariness has almost vanished; swallowed up by the adrenaline of a case never seen before. “Have I ever failed a case?” he chuckles. “ I have the feeling this is a job I’ll actually enjoy.”

And with that, he stands up swiftly, leaving Jade alone in the bar, drinks long forgotten.

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Though midnight, Golden Hour is awash in warm light from the various bustling streetlights and shops. People walk amongst each other, laughing and conversing about various topics, but all are unaware of the events that are soon to unfold. In the midst of the city, Aventurine stands in front of the famous opera house, scheming his next move. 

A famous opera singer is set to perform today, he recalls. The most popular lady of the opera sits practicing in her studio tonight.  Her current rehearsal can be heard all the way from the outside of the hall, the sweet echo of her voice resounding through the area. She’s crucial to the case.

There’s an extremely valuable piece of jewelry in her possession during this particular performance. It's the opening show, and tonight, she’ll be wearing a headpiece holding a multitude of priceless gems, each one more expensive than the riches of the Family themselves.  

When he enters, the opera house is already dim and ambient in preparation for the show. Quiet murmurs from the crowd are audible, a perfect cover for the small voice resounding through the hidden communication device in his ear. 

“They’re near. Be on the lookout for the clues we’ve gone over.”

Aventurine almost misses the waver in Topaz’s voice. “Don’t tell me you’re nervous.”

A beat of silence passes before his partner speaks again.

“No. I’m confident in you.”

 He lets out a satisfied hum.

“I’ve swept the room twice and created a list of potential suspects.” Topaz continues. “ We don’t have many leads on their appearance, but keep an eye out for anyone that looks like our sketch.” 

The show is about to start. The curtains have risen, and the people have all taken their seats. The golden haired man takes his own, a place in the private box seats that Jade had managed to secure for him. Red curtains are fastened neatly with golden tiebacks, and boxes of luxury chocolates are laid out on the mahogany side tables. It's an empty and spacious seating position, with four or five seats unoccupied. 

Until they aren’t.

The performance begins.  Aventurine turns his back once; only once, and suddenly–

“A Stoneheart.”

The show has really begun, hasn’t it? Sitting in one of the free chairs, hands folded politely and a lazy grin on your face, the booth gets a little bit smaller. 

“The renowned cat burglar in the flesh. I see you’ve done your research.” Aventurine stands, moving closer, careful not to make any sudden move. “But who says I’m here for you?”

“Just a hunch. That, and the fact that you followed the trail I left.”

So the evidence file was calculated. “You got me. I followed your clues, and now I’ve fallen right into the palm of your hand. Whatever will I do now, Miss Thief?”

“What you’ll do now is watch me steal those diamonds right in front of you.” You gesture to the woman below, whose voice is resounding through the room. “I’ve had my eye on them for a while.”

Aventurine chuckles. “Well, I can’t let you do that, can I?”

“I’d like to see you stop me.”

Aventurine does not falter. He doesn’t get nervous; it’s not in his nature, is it? His silver tongue is his greatest asset, and he plans to use it to its full extent when with you. Even so, he places a hand to the pocket of his jacket, where his handgun resides. A precaution.

Only to find it isn’t there. The night has taken an interesting turn. If he’s taken aback, he doesn’t let it show.

“I hope you weren’t planning to use this on me.” Your tone is sickeningly sweet as you twirl the handle between your fingers. “Resorting to such violent methods is so ungentlemanly of you.”

The orchestra gets louder, and with it, you get a little bolder. You stand and stride forward, and the man before you takes steps back, but not out of fear. An amused expression stretches across his face as you corner him into the end of the booth, away from any prying eyes that could see you both. 

Even in the flickering, soft light, even through his rose colored sunglasses,  you can see the mirth Aventurine’s eyes imply. “See something you like?” 

A sweep of your leg brings him to his knees, and the gun is flung across the plush carpet. Gloved fingers meet smooth skin as you take his chin in your fingers, tilting his head to get a better look at him.

“Careful. One more remark and I’ll steal the eyes right out of your head.” 

“They’re jewel toned. I’m seeing a pattern.”

“You think you’re so funny, don’t you?”

Aventurine knows that he’s irked you. Violins ring and the organ weeps a song of sorrow, and the coveted headpiece seems to shine even brighter in the radiant spotlight. The show is coming to a close.

“I’m glad you think you have me in your grasp.” you whisper, voice hushed and barely audible over the symphony of the strings. “But you’ve kept me occupied far too long.” 

And with that, you lean in and press a kiss to his cheek, your lipgloss leaving blooming color in its wake. It takes him by surprise; the ever beguiling man falters for a second, dropping his facade of indifference. This glimpse of the Stoneheart, in all his professionalism, is truly a sight to behold. 

“To remember me. Because we’ll definitely meet again.” You laugh at his attempt to hide his blatant shock, then  turn swiftly and disappear as quickly as you came. 

Aventurine is still on the floor from your previous actions. His face has returned to its dormant expression, but now, a flush graces the tips of his ears, almost hidden by the soft curls of his hair.  Sweet talking a suspect’s never been a problem for him; in fact, he considers it a strength. 

Maybe he’s finally met his match in you. He gets up slowly, moving to lean over the railing to get a better look at the performance.  The show is over; the singer is curtsying and hurrying off stage, her headpiece still intact on her person. But something’s missing. It doesn’t shine as brightly as it did before, Aventurine realizes with a start. The jewels are wrong. Even from this distance, he can tell. 

You had gotten to them before he had even met you.

A sparkle in the corner of his eye catches his attention. He moves cautiously towards it, like the floor is glass about to be shattered. There’s a teardrop shaped stone in the red velvet carpet, he realizes. One jewel out of many that you have just stolen. Leaving it was intentional. 

“We’ll definitely meet again.” you had said.

“I did say I never get easy tasks.” he mutters to himself, low and investigative. As he examines the jewel, an electronic familiar voice speaks directly into his ear.

“..You know I heard all of that, right?” Topaz sounds utterly exhausted at her partner’s antics. 

Aventurine smiles. “You did, didn’t you? Then, I assume you know what I’m about to say next.”

“Do tell.”

“Tell Jade this is a case I want to work on for a little longer. I have a feeling it’ll pay off in the end.”

Aventurine is far from an unlucky man. His cases are never exactly the same, but they never end in loss.  He’s not one to shy away from a challenge, and he definitely won’t start now. As he leaves the opera house, head held high and diamond in hand, his thoughts are only centered on you. 

a/n: HEY GUYS. IT'S BEEN A WHILE I KNOW. i've had this idea for so long and absolutely had to write it out, so i hope you enjoy!! this could definitely get a part 2 if enough people want it ...

Thank you for reading!

taglist: @rainswept @papiliotao

Mydei stood before the front door of your shared home, the familiar sight alone already easing the tension from his shoulders. His body ached, bandages wrapped across his torso, joints stiff with soreness, and a limp in his step from the lingering strain. He exhaled slowly, the weight of the day heavy in his breath.

What would you think if you saw him like this? All bruised, battered, barely upright? Still, knowing you, he could already imagine it. You'd accept his vulnerability without question. You'd hold him in your arms without hesitation.

The thought alone tugged a small, quiet smile from him.

He stepped closer, pulling out the spare key, the cute lion key chain you gave him dangling. He unlocked the door as it let out a soft click in the quiet. He pushed it open.

"I'm home," He called out softly.

The living room was empty... huh. You were usually sprawled on the couch, waiting with a smile. No matter, he'd remove his armor first and find you after. His hands reached up to unclasp the golden pauldron on his shoulder, fingers fumbling slightly from the fatigue.

Then he heard footsteps. Yours.

He barely had time to register them before the gasp that followed snapped his attention upward.

Both of you froze, eyes wide, equally shocked.

Clank!

The pauldron dropped to the floor in the dead silence.

Titans. You looked breathtaking.

The red lingerie you wore was delicately revealing. It consists of two finely crafted pieces joined by loose strings along your sides. One pull, and the entire ensemble would fall away. It hugged around your body perfectly, accentuating the curves of your chest and just enough of your thighs to make his breath hitch.

And suddenly, miraculously, every ache in his body vanished.

Well... almost. The ache had simply... shifted elsewhere.

"Mydei! What happened to you?!" Your frantic voice pulled him back to reality.

He blinked, momentarily lost in your presence. He opened his mouth to answer, but only jumbled stammers escaped.

...what?

Why is he stammering? Alongside fear, stammering is not in the Kremnoan dictionary. He hadn't even known he was capable of stammering. Clearing his throat, he tried again.

"The... the enemy- the Black Tide, they... they were..." He trailed off, the words slipping from him. Why was this so hard?

His eyes flicked back to you, who was now approaching him with concern on your face. Titans above help this poor man. He focused, desperately, on your eyes. As if looking anywhere else might turn him into stone.

"Were they that aggressive?" You asked gently, placing your hands on his face.

Aggressive... Right... that was the word he was looking for.

"...Yes." He managed to say, still trying to collect himself.

"Why haven't you healed yet? Are you okay? Can you walk?" Your questions came all at once; panicked, loving, relentless.

He wasn't listening anymore. Not really. Not with your body barely hidden behind that tempting veil of red silk. If he could just... pull that damn string off.

His thoughts were tangled, his focus slipping again, especially when you got even closer. He cleared his throat, trying to stay composed.

"Uh... yeah." He said firmly, then paused, eyes scanning your form again. "You... dressed up for me?"

You froze in place, suddenly flustered and self-conscious. "Oh, Gods! I'm so sorry! I- I thought you'd be fine like always, and I wanted to surprise you, but you're hurt! I should change and help you-"

You turned, ready to flee from embarrassment, but he caught your wrist before you could escape.

"No. Don't," he said, voice stern but laced with something tender, almost desperate.

"What?" You breathed, heart pounding.

"You went through all that trouble to make yourself look this beautiful," he said, stepping closer, limp and all. "I'm not about to let that go to waste." He was already pulling you closer to him, bodies pressed against each other.

"Mydei, this can wait-"

He was already leaning in.

"You have to-"

Your words were swallowed by your own gasp.

Mydei's lips were at your neck, warm and hungry. His hands were now already on your waist, squeezing them, holding you in place. He moved them up and down your sides, making you squirm. The chill of his gauntlets made your skin spark, the metal adding a strange thrill to every touch.

"Please..." He whispered, his voice husky, pleading. His lips trailed lower, from your neck to your collarbone, before teasingly stopping just above your chest.

You looked down into his eyes, half-lidded and full of heat, desperation, need. His fingers were already tugging at the strings of your lingerie. Perhaps they were also tugging at your heartstrings.

Well, who were you to say no to the crown prince?

Phainon limped up the stairs to the front door, cursing under his breath. Why, in all of Amphoreus, had he thought the stairs to be a good idea in the first place? Every step felt like a personal attack. He should have them removed! Better yet, throw them into the River of Souls for the pain they brought him now.

...No.

He sighed. He was starting to sound irrational. He was probably just exhausted, his entire body screaming in protest. Still, the thought of you seeing him in this state worried him more than he'd like to admit. His head was bandaged, coat hung limply from one shoulder since his arms were too sore to slide into the sleeves.

With a twist of the key, he unlocked the front door.

"Sweetheart, I'm home!" He called out, wincing as his shoulder twisted while he pulled the door shut behind him. He shuffled toward the counter and leaned on it with one hand, trying to take off his boots without his body screaming at him.

He heard your footsteps approaching, light and quick. Still crouched over, fumbling with the straps of his boots, he heard you gasp. He sighed, preparing a reassuring smile.

Until he looked up and saw you.

His breath caught.

"You're all bruised and bandaged! What happened to you?"

You stood there, eyes wide with concern, but that wasn't the main focus.

You were wearing baby blue lingerie, so delicate and ethereal you almost didn't look real. The fabric was thin and light, translucent enough for a clear view of the matching bra and panties. The sheer dress floated just above your thighs, the hem trimmed with soft frills that made it look like you were wrapped in clouds. The neckline sat off your shoulders, ruffled sleeves hugged your arms in a way that gave an innocent look. Though it was anything but innocent.

And those garters.

Dear Kephale, those garters. Those soft, tantalizing bands around your thighs made his thoughts spiral into dangerous places.

"Phainon?" You called out to him again, pulling him out of his daze. He stumbled, barely catching himself.

"Y-yes, Sweetheart?" He replied, voice slightly strained as he straightened up despite the protest of his wounds.

"Are you okay?" you asked, voice filled with genuine worry as you placed a gentle hand on his arm.

Gods, your touch felt like fire on his skin.

He suddenly felt guilty. You were so concerned, and all he could do was stare at you like a man starved.

"I'm... okay. Minor injuries," he muttered, eyes flickering from yours to your chest and back again.

"Even your head's wrapped in bandages..." You said softly, placing a hand on his cheek. "Did you get hit that hard?"

Phainon could think of something else that was hard-

He cleared his throat quickly. "A little, yeah." He leaned into your touch, unable to contain himself.

"You look beautiful," he added with a teasing grin, hovering his hands just beside your waist.

You pulled back with a gasp, glancing down. "Oh, Titans- I forgot I was still wearing this," you laughed nervously. "I'll go change-"

But before you could move, Phainon (even in his weakened state) caught your wrist and pulled you gently but firmly back to him. You stumbled slightly, only to find yourself trapped between him and the counter, your back pressed to his chest, your hands bracing on the surface in front of you.

His arms wrapped around your waist, and his lips brushed past your exposed shoulder. He trailed kisses to your neck, and a soft gasp escaped your lips when he found that one spot that always made you weak.

"P-Phainon, you're hurt-" you tried to speak, but another gasp cut you off as his gloved hand slipped beneath your dress, gliding over bare skin.

"Yes," he whispered against your jaw, "but my sweetheart dressed up so beautifully for me." His right hand then rose to gently tilt your chin, guiding your gaze to meet his. "Who am I to refuse a blessing from a goddess, hm?"

You whine softly, "Your injuries, Phainon..."

You tried to push him away, but he didn't budge.

"Please?" He murmured, desperate in his voice, lips hovering just above yours. "I'll be good. I promise."

His eyes burned with heat, pupils blown and hungry.

This man was absolutely not good for your heart.

pairing/s: phainon x gn!artist!reader

au: college au!

cw: might be ooc as this is only the second time i write phainon and my third time writing an hsr fanfic! + loserboy phainon, bcs me thinks he's a loser when he's smitten! + unedited, there may be errors ahead!

others: angst+comfy

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HALO, LOVELY SAGIE!! (or cipher ;p) thank you for letting me be a part of "sending all my mutuals a request" event of yours! your idea is almost giving "she/he loved him, and he loved him/her too late" LMAO since i'm nice, i'm going to give this a happy ending!! but that doesn't mean my evil arc has ended >:)) might write mydei next based on the anime frieren(?) and on a song "multo" by cup of joe!

thanks for the sweet kissies and huggies! hyacine(disguised as seraphie) is sending u kisses as well!! enjoy reading my first longest fanfic in my life!!

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you glanced at phainon, who was laughing and teasing mydei to rile him up, as usual, then back at the page of your sketchpad that was once again filled with sketches of him.

you were never one to express everything through words as it always felt difficult for you. so instead, you poured all your feelings into sketching the man you adored.

almost all of the pages of your sketchpad were filled with doodles and sketches of phainon. some were sketches of him smiling, some were him sleeping on his desk (during class), some mini versions him, and even him as a puppy!

yet, even with all those masterpieces, nothing could compare to the real one.

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just as you were about to finish the outline, phainon leans over and takes a peek. "is that me?"

you almost jumped from your seat at his voice and you immediately turned your head to face him, only to freeze when you did and everything seemed to slow down until you snapped back to reality.

too close!

you thought to yourself as your heart gave a flutter at the proximity between your faces.

you wanted to push him away but you just sat there, not moving an inch.

"yes." thankfully, you knew how to control your expressions. otherwise, you would probably be a blushing mess right now.

phainon hummed in amusement. "you're quite talented at this, (name)! i didn't know i was one of your muses."

one of your muses? oh, how you wanted to say how wrong he was and tell him that he was your only muse but instead, you just kept quiet — as if the words were stuck in your throat — and averted your gaze to the sketch before you.

"thanks." you mumbled, shrinking into your seat, not used to receiving compliments.

phainon merely smiled, knowing and understanding that you were a person of few words who struggled to express yourself, and he accepted that.

so he reached for your head and gently ruffled your hair, making you huff under your breath and swat his hand away in response — only for him to laugh at you, oblivious to the way his touch sent a wave of butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

(oh, have i ever mentioned how his laughter was always a music with the perfect melody to your ears? you could listen to it over and over again and you'd never grow tired or sick of it.)

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you plopped down to the mattress of your bed.

man, you were exhausted.

tilting your head to the side, you glanced at the plastic bag that had your newly bought sketchpad inside, which lay on the desk beside your bed.

you sighed.

this was your second time buying a new sketchpad, as the other two were already filled with sketches of him.

what am i going to do? you asked yourself. and before you knew it, your mind drifted to your feelings for him.

you never expected any of this to happen.

at first, you told yourself it was just a simple crush that would be gone in a flash for a few days — only for your feelings to last longer and bloom into something even deeper.

maybe it wouldn't hurt to confess, right?

...

yeah, maybe it wouldn't hurt.

you weren't the best at words, but you're willing to try, even if it means you'll have to face rejection— not that you weren't mentally prepared for it.

you spent the whole night thinking for the right words to confess,, some leaving you curled up in the sheets out of embarrassment.

curse the titan of romance, why must it end up this way?

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"sorry, (name). i couldn't return your feelings."

ah.

of course, he couldn't. you were just another friend in his eyes anyway.

you ignored the painful ache in your chest, pushing the feeling down with a laugh that sounded convincing enough for anyone to believe that it's fine.

"no need to apologize, phai. i completely understand, i wasn't even expecting you to reciprocate them anyway."

"thank you for listening to everything before saying anything else and for being honest. you may say that it's nothing to thank you for, but it means a lot to me. if you don't mind... could you at least accept these?"

you held the two sketchpads out to him, gesturing for him to take them from you and he did.

with a polite bow, you thanked him again and left.

all that mattered was that you finally confessed, and moving on would be a lot more easier for you now.

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phainon's a popular guy on the campus, a social butterfly with a charm that drew everyone in. he excelled in academics, dominated in sports, had good looks and a smile that could light any darkest room.

and you? you were just a normal, introverted student — known for your artistic achievements, but often overlooked in the crowd.

locking the door to your room, you slid yourself down to the floor with your back against the door.

you could finally move on without trouble.

you knew he'd never reciprocate your feelings.

you knew you had it coming and prepared yourself for it.

you had convinced yourself that you were okay with it. watching him laugh with friends, effortlessly connecting with everyone while you felt like a ghost in the background admiring him from afar. you told yourself that feelings like these were inevitable when you admired someone so vibrant and alive. and yet,

why did it hurt so much?

lost in thought, something warm and wet suddenly landed on your lap.

you blinked, confusion washing over you. you wiped at your eyes and noticed that your vision was blurry.

when was the last time you cried? the question echoed in your mind, heavy and unsettling. you couldn't remember. the emptiness you often felt had numbed you to every pain, dulling your emotions to the point where tears seemed like a distant memory.

as you fought to regain your composure, more droplets followed, cascading down your cheeks. each tear felt like a release, but also a reminder of the weight you carried.

you had grown so accustomed to the numbness that the sudden rush of emotion overwhelmed you, catching you off guard.

maybe letting go of your feelings for phainon wasn't as easy as you thought, but you knew for sure that you will be able to let go of them soon.

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phainon sat on the edge of his bed, his fingers tracing the outline of the sketches as his eyes fixated on the image made from pencil before him. each doodle was a glimpse into the world of someone who saw him differently, someone who captured his little moments.

he flipped through the pages, observing every expression— the way his smile lit up the page, the peacefulness of him sleeping during class, even the silly sketches of him as a puppy. it was as if each drawing held a story, and he felt his heart getting heavier on every page he flips.

as he continued flipping through the sketches, something tugged at his heartstrings. realization dawned on him that these weren't just sketches,

they were pieces of your feelings and thoughts.

he paused on the page where you had captured him laughing, the joy and lightness in that moment reflected back at him.

it was as if he could hear the laughter in his mind.

setting the sketchpad down, he lay down with his back against the soft mattress of his bed and placed an arm over his now closed eyelids before letting out a sigh.

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a month passed in a blur since you had confessed your feelings, life on the campus went smoothly as usual. well not for phainon at least.

phainon and you maintained your friendship, still sharing laughs, joining him for lunch and studying together as if nothing happened between the two of you. however, there was something different these days and phainon isn't stupid not to notice that.

while you still treated him the same, (with kindness, warmth, and respect) you rarely glanced his way like you used to anymore.

you laughed alongside him, but the spark that used to light up in your eyes when you look at him seemed dimmed.

he complimented you on your art and instead of the shy, grateful reaction he was used to, you kindly accepted it with a smile. (it felt more like a polite acknowledgement than the shy excitement he had grown accustomed to.) as if you were silently telling him that you no longer hold those feelings for him.

phainon couldn't shake the feeling that he lost something so precious. he often caught himself watching you and deciphering the subtle changes in your demeanor.

you had moved on, and while he was glad you did and you no longer have to suffer from your feelings for him that could never be returned, he couldn't help but feel a sense of longing.

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he sat there at the cafeteria with mydei, glancing at the direction where you were sitting and laughing with your small circle of friends, seeming engrossed in a conversation.

why did it bother him so much? he has always been popular, admired by many, yet he felt a pang of something when he saw you laughing with others? (jealousy perhaps?)

in quiet moments, he found himself thinking about the sketches you had created. each drawing was a glimpse into a side of you he had never really recognized — your creativity, your perspective, and the way you deeply saw him in a different light.

(strangely enough,) it made his heart ache.

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phainon found himself staring at you again, his gaze glued to you as you sat with your friends. you were in the midst of a conversation, laughing at something that had been said, and for a moment, everything else faded away.

he watched as you tuck a strand behind your ear, a small smile forming on your lips. such a simple action, and yet it captivated him in a way he didn't expect.

he couldn't help but admire the way you moved, so unnatural and unguarded.

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phainon rested his chin on his palm as his gaze fixated on his seatmate.

he took noticed of you resting your head on your arms that was placed on top of your desk, your breathing soft and even as you drited off to sleep. the calm and peaceful sight of you brought a smile to his face, and something deep stirred within him.

"earth to phainon."

mydei's voice cut him off from his daze, and phainon froze in realization. "ah, sorry. i wasn't listening, what is it?"

mydei raised an eyebrow. "you seemed to be distracted these days, what's on your mind," he paused, his eyes landing at your sleeping figure.

"or rather, who is on your mind?" he finished in a playful manner.

shoot, he got caught!

phainon rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment, letting out a nervous laugh.

was it obvious or was he staring at you that long?

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phainon looked at the ceiling above him as he recalled the days that had passed. his mind flooded with memories, each memory of you now felt more clearer and meaningful.

sitting in the cafeteria, watching you laugh with your friends and feeling a pang of something he hadn't felt before. but he ignored it and instead listened to your laughter that seemed to melt his heart. it sounded perfect to his ears, bright and carefree.

the smallest and simplest things you do, like when you were sketching, lost in your world, the way your brows furrowed in concentration or how you'd occasionally tap the tip of the pencil against your lips made his heart race.

those little gestures, once overlooked, now held a beauty that captivated him entirely.

he remembered the way you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, a simple action that sent fluttering butterflies in his stomach.

the moments you'd fall asleep during class breaks, as if you were blissfully unaware of the world around you.

is this how you felt back then? he asked himself.

each memory deepened his confusion and longing. he had always seen you as a friend, but now he felt something more these days— and it honestly thrilled, yet frightened him at the same time.

he wanted to be the reason behind your smiles, the one who encourages you in your passion for arts, and who stands by you through everything.

and yet, he couldn't shake the fear of losing you. you had already moved on from the feelings you once had for him, and phainon worried that his feelings for you might push you away.

but he knew he had to confront these feelings. if he wanted you to see him in the same light you once did, he would have to take the risk before it's too late.

the first thing that came to his mind was to win you over again, and he was determined to do it.

though, will it be worth the risk? only one way to find out.

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sigh.

phainon exhaled and his groan soon followed, his face resting against the desk. he had been trying to win your heart again these past two months, but he always ended up failing with his sudden clumsiness, and the unexpected things happening.

impressing you with his drawing skills? failed. he knocked a bottle of water over (that had its lid opened) in an accident, spilling it all over your sketchbook. he tried cleaning it up with a paper towel, only for him to smear the sketches he had already made, turning his masterpiece into a messy blur. you tried assuring him that it was fine and it was an accident, and yet that didn't stop the sad expression that formed on his face, looking exactly like a kicked puppy and you had to hold yourself back from laughing.

(cute. you thought.)

impressing you with his skills in sports? failed. while he did manage to shoot the ball, he got distracted when he caught your gaze and before he knew it, a ball flew to his way at a rapid speed and hit him right on the head, almost knocking him out.

sending you a sweet message about how much he enjoys spending time with you? failed. he accidentally sent the message to the wrong person. and worst of all, the person he accidentally sent the sweet message to was one of the professors in the campus; anaxa.

he doubts he'll even forget that memory.

he tried to pick your things that had fallen to the ground, only for both of your foreheads to bump against each other really hard.

he also tried flirting, but you were so slow and oblivious, it backfired.

mnestia, could you please be nice for once?

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phainon always had a bright smile on his face, but there was a subtle change about him lately, and everyone on the campus could see the way his eyes would soften or light up with stars, the way the expression on his face would brighten with a grin, or even the way his imaginary tail would wag furiously whenever he sees you or when he's with you. (as if he was a dog with an owner that just got home from work.)

during class, phainon would steal glances on your way while the professor was busy discussing. only for anaxa to catch him daydreaming later, staring at you instead of paying attention and taking down notes. he eventually calls him after clearing his throat to catch his student's attention, "care to share your thoughts, phainon of aedes elysiae?" and the class erupts into laughter as phainon stumbles over his words, cheeks flushed and an embarrassed smile on his lips.

you also could tell that there was something more about the way he acts around you, but you kept denying it, convincing yourself that you're just imagining things or phainon was simply being... well, phainon.

yet despite your attempts to brush it off, you couldn't shake off the fluttering feeling in your chest from the way he looks at you like a lovesick puppy (you honestly find that cute), or when gives you those bright, charming smiles that always seemed to widen whenever you agree to tag along with him, or the way he still spots you in the crowds despite blending in perfectly, or—

titans.

you were falling for him again. but oddly enough, you didn't feel scared or hesitant about it, and it felt different this time, you didn't question everything like last time, you just accepted it without overthinking and complaining.

you didn't mind that he turned you down before, those moments had already felt like a blur now. and you found yourself clinging to the small hopes that maybe, just maybe, things would be different this time.

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phainon was unusually quiet today, but as two of your friends called out to him, his gaze landed on them first before you and the moment it did; heat crept up to his cheeks.

"how do they look, phainon?"

cipher and hyacine had just finished styling your hair (out of boredom) and now they asked him for his opinion, only for him to remain silent and leave their question unanswered.

"i told you, i look ridiculous in this. i prefer my usual hair style much more." a sigh left your lips, embarrassment washing over you as you brought a hand to the clip/pin/hair tie, trying to take it off. But cipher stopped you before you could.

"ah, ah, ah. he hasn't given us an answer yet."

phainon was too stunned to speak and he couldn't help himself from staring at you, not when you look so...

breathtaking, beautiful, stunning, lovely, majestic, adorable, charming, enchanting, divine, and effortlessly gorgeous.

i mean you've always been, but seeing you in a different hairstyle than usual was new to him, and he doubts words are even enough to describe how captivating you are.

with a hand covering half of his flushed face and his shy smile, his eyes averted elsewhere before finally giving them an answer.

"they look pretty." he muttered and he returned his gaze back to you (and only you), his voice barely above a whisper but it was enough for you and your friends to hear.

while the pair cheered, he didn't fail to notice how you seemed to freeze in your spot.

was he seeing things? he could've sworn he saw your cheeks blooming into a faint red colour before you turned your back to him.

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several months had passed since day one of phainon's clumsy attempts of winning you over, and now you stood there with him at the entrance of the amusement park, staring blankly at the screen,and holding back the frustration that washed over you as you read the message.

hyacine: sorry, (name)! we got so hungry, we had to go somewhere to eat. i'm pretty sure you'll be fine there as long as you're with phainon! o⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o

cipher: have fun

cipher: on your date! ;3

beside you was phainon, who was also staring at the screen of his phone.

mydei: we had been standing and waiting for so long, but since you were taking your precious time, i had lost my patience.

castorice: sorry, phainon. i couldn't stay in one place for too long. we're cheering for you though! good luck! :))

great.

they ditched us. you both thought at the same time.

a long silence followed, and phainon was the first to break it. "seems like it's just the two of us then. where do you want to head to first?"

while phainon was frustrated at the fact that the both of you just got ditched, a part of him was happy that he got to spend time with you alone— in an amusement park.

you looked around first before pointing at the rides. "the rides would be nice, i'd like to try them out." (you felt a bit childish, but you've been dying to ride the rollercoaster.)

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as you made your way through the bustling crowd, you suddenly felt a bit anxious. "hey, phainon?"

"yeah?"

"do you mind if i hold onto your arm?" you hesitantly asked him. "i don't really like crowds, and i'm afraid that i might get lost..."

phainon glanced at you, and then chuckled. "with your height, it might not be easy to spot you in all these people." he joked and you flashed him a glare. (you were offended. that joke was unfunny, sir.)

"but sure, i don't mind." he extended his arm for you before you linked yours with his (and suddenly, you're not that scared anymore).

whenever you feel overwhelmed by the crowd, your grip on him loosens. and each time that happens, phainon would gently pull you back closer to his side, ensuring your safety.

the both of you headed to the rides first, you started with the simple ones before the thrilling rides. excitement bubbled in your chest as you climb aboard the rollercoaster. the ride was thrilling and it made you scream in delight whenever it plummeted down.

once the ride came to stop, you stepped off of the ride. but when you stepped foot on the ground, your knees buckled. just as you were about to stumble, phainon caught you just in time, his arms wrapping around you securely, "woah, careful there!" he said, and both of you burst into fits of laughter.

after regaining your balance, you and phainon headed over to the food stalls to eat, before wandering over to the game stalls. (you could've sworn you saw two familiar figures with blonde and lavender hair, but before you could even look at their direction, a prize caught your attention.) you tried your luck at winning the prize while phainon cheered you on, and his encouragement was boosting your confidence.

when you finally knocked down the cans and won a stuffed animal, you beamed up at him with the plush in your arms, and he flashed you a proud grin.

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the sun had begun to set and both of you had decided to go home. (your parents told you to come home before night time.)

the excitement of the day was still buzzling in the air, and the smiles on your faces were still there. phainon had decided to take you home and everything was silent, but it wasn't the awkward silence you shared earlier— it was rather comfortable and warm.

as you've both finally reached outside your home, you weren't sure how to voice out the feelings that had been blooming inside you, but it seemed phainon had something to say as well.

before you could bid him goodbye and call it a day, your eyes widened when you saw the solemn look on his face as he muttered something under his breath and avoided your gaze.

"did i love you too late?"

it was almost inaudible, but you managed to hear the words that (accidentally) slipped past his lips.

you could tell that he was being sincere.

"what?" you said in disbelief, causing a wave of panic to wash over phainon. but before he could say a word, you beat him into it.

"and here i thought I was only imagining things." you stifled a laugh and you were now facing him entirely. "please, look at me." he did as what you have told him.

and there it is, the look in your eyes, the one he had been longing to see.

"you're never too late, phai. I might have moved on and lost feelings for a while, but somehow, my heart found its way back to you again. it's odd, but i'm not complaining. with all the things that's been happening between us, i couldn't help myself from clinging onto the hopes that maybe things would be different this time. so..."

"phainon, if you truly love me... can you promise me to hold and take good care of my fragile heart this time?"

phainon stood frozen, his eyes wide and his lips slightly parted in surprise. it was rare to see you express your feelings so openly, and the weight of your words hung in the air between you. He felt a sudden rush of joy, disbelief, and a slight vulnerability, all mixed together.

as your words sunk in, a bright smile replaced the solemn expression he had on his face. his eyes lit up, sparkling with warmth. you almost found yourself laughing at the sight of his imaginary fluffy dog ears perking up with excitement and his imaginary tail wagging furiously behind him.

after a moment, he finally answered, his voice steady and sincere. "i promise to and i will hold, cherish, and protect your fragile heart with everything i have."

he swore to the whole universe, that he won't let you down. and this time, he will show you how much you mean to him.

there is never too early, nor too late for you to love someone. it isn't something to rush on, as there will always be a right time for love to bloom like a beautiful flower.

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silly taggies! @sqgeism , @strawbairicake, @unabashedlyfamousprince

spoils you rotten. No matter how many times you tell him that it's absolutely unecessary, he insists. He wants you to have everything you want and everything you could possibly need. Pays attention to everything you say and follows every gaze of yours, keeping mental notes of what gift to give you next. At times, he makes gifts by himself. For example, writing 100 reasons why he loves you on pieces of paper that are in your favorite color(s) and putting them in a cute little box that he painted with his own hand. It may not be the best work, but you can truly see the effort <3 + he gets you flowers all the time !!!!!!!

kisseskisseskisses. As soon as he sees you - your face is plastered in countless kisses. He doesn't care if you are in public or not, he will always show you how much he loves you and give you affection. He loves kissing your hands, knuckles, your wrists. He has a habit of kissing the fingertip of your index finger and gently lifting it to your lips, pressing it softly. He also does it to his own fingertip at the times and pressing it on your lips. It's usually when the two of you are alone, simple way of sharing intimacy :3

touchy, feely, touchy, feely. His hands always find a way to be on your body. Either by holding your hand all the time, simply placing it on your lower back or resting it on your thigh when both of you are seated somewhere. If he can, he loves playing with your hair. In any case, he loves just softly running his fingertips on the back of your head.

loves to dance with you as well :3 it doesn't matter if you can't dance, he just loves to sway round and round with you, keeping your body close to his <3

gets you a matching earring <3 (with a clip, in case your ears aren't pierced) + matching rings <3

sometimes, he lets you pick his outfit. But, most of the time, he likes sending you photos and requesting your opinion about his outfit. As soon as you praise him or compliment him you will receive a message that contains 🥰 x 100

sometimes, he wonders are you ashamed of him. He is aware of the opinions of other people as well as the tattoo on his neck. He never hides it, but as soon as the two of you begin to date, he begins to wonder should he cover it up or keep this relationship a secret in case you wish to not "humiliate" yourself. As soon as you reassure him, telling him that you want this relationship to be public and that he could never bring you shame - he lights up. He was looking for the sun for so long and he finally found it in you. He will make sure to always remind you of that and express endless gratitude for being the way you are :)

I mentioned this before, but he is the type to kneel in front of you, gently hugging your legs as he kisses your thighs. It's a form of stress relief for him. Enjoying your skin being so close to him and you being his safe space <3

always leaves notes. If he is going somewhere, you will know either by a text message or by a hand-written note. He always adds a sweet message too - how much he loves you and how he will be thinking of you the entire time <3

loves when you read to him. He didn't exactly learn to write and read for some time (no jokes pls), nor had someone treat him as a child when he was one, therefore he finds you reading to him to be the epitome of safety and warmth as it gives his inner child great comfort :)

loves kids and is great with them! Anytime you go somewhere and for some reason or the other, a child approaches - he will make sure to make it an enjoyable time for them. Either by playing with them, treating them an ice cream or any other snacks or simply listening to their little rambles. He firmly believes that children deserve respect and a good treatment therefore he will always provide his best efforts to keep them happy even if it's for only 5 minutes :)

constantly praises you <3 He compliments everything about you and has genuine interest in anything that may be interesting to you. "If you like it - I love it!" is his main mantra. You will always be heard, always be taken seriously and always complimented and encouraged to be who you are and do what you love to do :)

he is an excellent listener. He may not always have the advice or the solution, but he will always listen to you and comfort you in his own ways. As I mentioned above - you will always be heard by him, no matter the topic at hand :)

he loves to sleep on your lap. It truly gives him so much comfort and warmth <3

he is always proud of you and very open about it. He proudly introduces you as his partner, he loves to switch topics that you enjoy so you can speak more if you'd so like. If you are more introverted, don't fret - he will do all the talk and manage all the conversations. He will also try to get yall home early, so you can recharge and rest <3

⎯ long day? melts into your body at night. runs his hands up and down your arms as a way to relieve stress?? leans his head into your neck and sighs so dreamily??? like hello?? lips grazing your neck???

⎯ hot morning voice. raspy and rough. also kind of scratchy. when he tells you, "five more minutes," how could you say no to THAT voice? he knows of this effect and makes sure to use it to his full advantage

⎯ very observant. knows everything you like; knows your routines; knows you. he's the first to compliment you if you got a haircut or new outfit/nails/whatever. it always make you blush bc how is he always the first one to figure these things out?!?@#$%

⎯ gets jealous a little too easily. doesn't do anything verbal about it. opts for being a little more touchy than usual. he thinks it's embarrassing and he wants to hide his face into his pillow when you tease him about it.

⎯ lip biter. not when y'all are kissing, but when he tries to hide his smile or his laugh he bites his lip. you find it so cute and you just want to grab him and just connect your lips with his.

⎯ nerd. hot sexy nerd. he'll tell you about animals and mitosis and python and he's just so intelligent. helps you with problem solving things (probably puzzles idk) and he stands/leans over you with his breath dancing on the back of your neck.

⎯ jawline kisser. if he wants something from you he gives chaste kisses to your jawline. he does that when he's bored too ig. very big on jaw kisses and secretly loves when you flush because of them.

gepard

⎯ blushes when you compliment him. he looks so adorable you just wanna pinch his cheeks and smother him. he gets even more embarrassed

⎯ big domestic guy. ntm on casual stuff or situationships. if he wants you, he'll let you know (even if he's blushing his way through it).

⎯ he is not shy. in the beginning he might be a little shy, but later on the relationship he'll get bolder. chaste kisses on the lips becomes long make-out sessions on his bed after a rather tiring day on the front lines. and if he hasn't seen you in a while... i will let you guys interpret.

⎯ leans down to listen to you. he's literally gigantic and when he LEANS DOWN just to hear what you say... and it's so innocent too but the way you look up at him doesn't make it so innocent anymore...

⎯ pins you to the wall on accident. may or may not be inspired by teenage dream. anyway, he does a lot of hot things on accident and doesn't even realize it. so you are trying not to explode while gepard is enjoying his merry day while caging you underneath him.

⎯ acts like a knight since u always make jokes that he's your "knight in shining armor." so dedicated that he kisses your knuckles out of nowhere and it makes you want to FAINT. like you could be reading and (out of nowhere) he takes your hand away from your book and kisses ur knuckles. AND HE HOLDS EYE CONTACT WHILE DOING IT.

⎯ flirty without knowing it. says something cute and flirty but doesn't realize it until you say something. and he says it so calmly too; like drops it into a convo

⎯ runs a hand through your hair before you two sleep. he just wants to keep you close and he just wants to feel you because he never gets to come home often.

⎯ ROLLS UP. HIS SLEEVES. TO HIS FOREARMS. he does this when he's particularly stressed. like come here i can show you a way to destress (i'm so sorry).

blade

⎯ he's only shirtless when YOU are around. he trusts you enough to show all of himself around you. you are reliable and trustworthy enough to be able to know the entirety of him: his body, his mind, his past, etc.

⎯ intensely loyal to you. like if he had to choose between the world and you he would obviously choose you. would do anything for you, would buy anything for you, would steal anything for you: you guys get the gist.

⎯ he's so loving only towards you. silver wolf and kafka like to tease him for it (especially silver wolf... bc how can he play a game with you and not her). he does little things for you, like picking lint off of your outfit or pulling your hair back when you're eating something. or pulling your hair back when you're doing something...

⎯ LOVES when you wear his clothing. his shirt his jacket ANYTHING. whatever it is, he will be going crazy for it. has a thing for when you wear his shirts; you just look so good and you're wearing something that's HIS. not anyone else's; HIS SHIRT.

⎯ has a little possessive streak. it's not a weird and overprotective possessive thing tho. more so, "no silver wolf you are not going to force them to play games with you." maybe it's more overprotective than possessive, but secretly he wants you all to himself and he does NOT want to share.

⎯ speaking of being overprotective, he is also just regular protective. he walks on the side near the road so you don't have to. he grabs your arm to pull you away from something dangerous. he shields you so he'll get hit before you. yk, cute stuff like that. your safety is his priority, no matter what.

⎯ he is the type to be like, "who did this to you??" and he WILL be hunting that person down. but not without urgently caring for you first.

⎯ his touch is so filled with emotion, genuineness, earnestness, and sincere. i hc that blade doesn't have much relationship experience and he isn't very wordy, so when he hugs you or touches you, all of his emotions are poured into his hands/fingers/etc. all of what he feels for you (which is very much) is shown in his physical touch.

sampo

⎯ MANSPREADS. i said it. HE IS A MANSPREADER. elbows resting on top of his knees as he says something super coy or flirty towards you, and sometimes you even have to PHYSICALLY avert your eyes away.

⎯ a tease. if you lean in for a kiss, he'll lean backwards. if he's missing you, his fingertips will dance along the bare skin of your sides, and then he'll pull away to make you want him as much as he wants you. he is so INFURIATING.

⎯ if he flusters you and you blush n try to cover your face with something (literally anything), he'll grab whatever you're holding so he could see your face. to him, you look the prettiest when you're smiley and flustered, such as in those situations.

⎯ if you're going on a long tangent about something, he'll kiss you on your lips randomly. he doesn't mind your rambling, he thinks it's adorable, which is why he does it. it always leaves you with your jaw dropped before you could continue what you were saying.

⎯ the type to lock himself in a closet with you but on accident. you guys don't know how you two even got into that situation, but sampo is with you, so he couldn't be happier. big quality time guy.

⎯ brings you little trinkets or gifts based on his "business" adventures. whenever he sees something, he gets it for you. his mind is usually racing about you anyway, so he can't help himself when he develops a spending problem because of you

⎯ sings with you to songs. you could be singing in the shower and then you hear this agitating, grating voice. he's a terrible singer, but he'll do anything as long as you're there with him, so he sings with you anyway.

jing yuan

⎯ wakes up and the first thing he does is admire you. he studies every single one of your facial features, acting as if he's never seen them before when he wakes up to your face every day. he finds beauty all around you: in your sleeping face, on the bridge of your nose, the pout of your lips when you're asleep. he just loves all of you.

⎯ a flirt and PROUD. he's bold with his quips. not afraid of initiating affection in public but he prefers private which i think is much sexier.

⎯ neck kisser. heavy on neck kisses (especially in the morning). practically an entire body kisser tbh. he can't get enough of you, and in a world where loneliness strives (immortality), he's grateful that he has you for the time being.

⎯ grabs your chin and tilts your head up if he wants you. he doesn't do it forcefully, more like a gentle smush. he locks eyes with you and omfg it makes your heart beat sm. like why are you looking at me LIKE THAT. so sensually or whateva....

⎯ urges you to come closer to him so he can whisper something in your ear. when do you come closer to him, he pulls you by the waist and gets super close to your ear. like lips brushing your ear. and he blows a raspberry in it. so stupid but too lovable.

⎯ lies down in your lap if you two are lounging together. since he's so busy, he doesn't get to lounge around often, so he likes to be as close to you as possible.

⎯ if he wants to kiss you, you will know. not because he'll tell you. but because of the specific LOOK he gives you. his eyes are narrowed under the spell of seduction, focusing only on your lips. his mouth is slightly parted like he is ready to kiss you, and the way he tilts his head down...

⎯ patient for you. will wait for you even when he is dying to feel you once again. he has to deal with yanqing so he holds a lot of patience. but he won't rush you with anything, lets you move at your own pace, and gives you help if needed. overall sweet guy.

Argenti, truth be told, never thought he'd fall in love. After all, he'd long accustomed himself to the idea of traveling alone. Yes, he'd been infatuated with the various beauties that the universe had to offer, but it was never more than that - a mere admiration. And yet, here he was, wiping at a crumb by your lip with his thumb, his eyes staring at your lips for a second too long.

Contrary to what some may say, Argenti is quieter when he's in love. Yes, he does have his moments where he's back to being a theatre kid in the wild, but for the most part, the knight is tamer, almost shy.

Despite regularly basking in the limelight, Argenti almost becomes bashful when subjected to your praise. It's not like he hasn't gotten compliments before - far from it. But it's different, as cheesy as it sounds, when it comes from you. His heart swells wonderfully at your words, and long after you have parted, Argenti replays the memories in his head, over and over again as he sighs like a lovesick maiden.

Beauty's knight is practically at your beck and call, and he does anything he can to see that radiant smile of yours. Are you cold? He'll drape his cape over your shoulders. Need something? No need to overexert yourself, let him get that for you. Yes, that flower is pretty, isn't it. The only thing that would make it even more beautiful, naturally, is if it were tucked behind your ear.

The kisses he presses to your knuckles linger longer than when he'd first met you. When he extends his hand to you, he is reluctant to let go when it does come time to part. More recently, he's taken to brushing his knuckles against the side of your face, his expression far too tender to be attributed to mere fondness.

A beautiful pink flush, like the dust of spring roses, blooms across his face as he gazes upon you with nothing but tenderness. This wasn't so bad, he thought to himself, this feeling like his heart may burst out of his chest. Even if he so desperately wants to sweep you into his embrace, and kiss you passionately like the lovers in fairytales, Argenti is patient, and he is content to wait until the right moment to confess.

Jing Yuan... Well, to put it bluntly, he's more of a brat with you. The thing with Jing Yuan is that he doesn't fall in love as easily as one might think - on the contrary, it takes years of friendship and working side by side in order for Jing Yuan to catch any sort of feelings.

With love, trust must come first, no matter how fleeting of a crush this love is. So for Jing Yuan to have fallen for you, it means that he's long become comfortable to start teasing the ever loving hell out of you. Whether it be through playful comments that are just barely disguised by professionalism, or intentionally skipping out on paperwork just to have you scold him, Jing Yuan makes sure that you have to think about him at least once in your day (don't worry he does do the work eventually he's somewhat responsible I swear).

To add on, he's dramatic, too. The great general turns into the biggest drama queen of the Xianzhou Luofu the second you even hint at not being able to make it for one of your scheduled meetings together. Does Jing Yuan understand that life sometimes gets in the way? Absolutely. Is he going to give you a hard time regardless? 100%. You both know he'll let you off the hook in the end anyway, so why not have some fun with it?

Now, one of my favorite headcanons for Jing Yuan is that he is a very clingy man. When the relationship transcends from mere coworkers to something more, he becomes touchy. Not enough to the point where you'd get uncomfortable, naturally, but just enough so that you're forced to look at him. If you're doing work and he feels like you're not giving him enough attention, he'll plop himself right next to you and lean his entire body weight onto your side, feigning innocence when you give him a look. But it's important to note that Jing Yuan, again, only does this in places where he's comfortable and confident to do so. He's not going to bother you in say, a work meeting (Yukong and Fu Xuan would team up to kill him).

But then come the quiet moments, where it's just you and him, simply appreciating the other's presence. This can come in many forms - whether it be a simple walk down the streets of the Xianzhou, trying a new tea shop that had opened in Aurum Alley, or just taking a nap in the gardens. Away from the eyes of society and away from work, you're allowed to relax. It's times like these where Jing Yuan's teasing slows, and he lets down his guard. Perhaps, when the silence runs on for too long, and you turn to look at Jing Yuan, you may find him already gazing at you, a tender smile on his face.

The great Veritas Ratio? Pining? What a joke. Why, even the mere notion that he might have a crush is absolutely ridiculous, why would you even say that-

Yeah, he's not fooling anyone. Even his own students can see that behind that marble head is a man who's hopelessly in love with you. He'll rush out of class the second the bell rings to meet with you, clutching his stone tablet to his chest. If he wasn't well known to the Intelligentsia Guild as one of their best professors, he would've easily been mistaken as another student experiencing a university romance.

Ratio rambles endlessly about anything and everything to you, from the research he's been conducting to his students' progress to the random salaryman who managed to piss him off. He's so excited about it too. You wouldn't be wrong to call him a puppy when he's around you, but can you blame him? There's not a lot of people who can listen to and keep up with him, after all.

Likewise, Ratio repays the favor to you by listening to every word you say. Even the most insignificant of things, he remembers. Your favorite drinks, seasons, anything, he'll make a note of. Your worries and insecurities, he doesn't beat down on or ignore them. Rather, he tries to help you work through them rationally. He gives you an ear to rant to, provided that you too listen to him when he needs you to.

He'll gush about the things you did to his coworkers and students alike, even if he himself doesn't consider it gushing. Professors who have never seen your face know all about you thanks to Ratio's giddy ramblings about you. The guild members are honestly tired of it, but his closer friends can't deny that they're happy he's found someone he cares about to this degree - although, if they have to hear about how cute you were when you did this and that one more time, they're going to explode.

However, he gets defensive whenever questioned about his feelings. Whether it be his pride or just plain denial of his feelings, Ratio thinks that he's too busy for such frivolous feelings. He just admires you, that's all! There's nothing more to it. Who wouldn't be fond of another genius in the Guild? Well, he can defend his feelings for as long as he wants, but not even a sculpted face could hide that you undoubtedly have the doctor wrapped around your finger.

Dan Heng is just adorable when he's got a crush. He's so obvious about it too, or at least, the members of the Express think it's obvious. Dan Heng is normally a reserved gentleman who rarely expresses himself - and when he does express himself, it's usually exasperation from March or the Trailblazer's actions.

So when you come along and soften the sharp glare of his eyes, changing that indifferent expression into a gentle smile, they already know that he's fallen for you, and by the Aeons did he fall hard.

He's more impartial to your ideas than he is to say, the likes of March (she's claimed favoritism more than once, and well, he hasn't exactly denied it). Even if your ideas can be stupid, Dan Heng will go along with it no matter how much he himself objects - all to make sure you're safe. He'll sigh in exasperation and cross his arms a few times, but when he sees you smile and hears you laugh, he can't help a warm smile of his own slipping onto his face.

When March teases him about his budding feelings for you, Dan Heng brushes her off with a sigh. He's just being nice, after all. A smile or two didn't really mean anything, right? The two of you were just friends. Being courteous didn't mean that he liked you in well, that way. That's what he tells himself, anyways.

Because no matter how much he's used to keeping that stony face, it all goes down the window the second you do anything for him. You tell him one morning that he looks really nice? It's all he'll think about for the rest of the day. Visit him in the archives to bring him food after he's skipped out on meals yet again? Yeah, he's not going to be sleeping. Catch him a surprise hug, and his entire face erupts in bright red.

You, undoubtedly, are his greatest weakness. But Dan Heng doesn't mind it, to be honest. As much as he may appear to hate the embarrassment that comes whenever he freezes or flusters from one of your actions, he can't deny that when you make his heart flutter or his skin goosebump, it feels... nice.

To be honest, if Luocha liked you, you wouldn't notice it - at first. He treats you the same as he would any other friend, save for some very minute differences that slip under the radar of basically everyone. It's mainly what he feels on the inside that makes him realize that, against all odds, he's fallen for you.

It starts out small. He hadn't expected much out of you, to be honest. At most, you were to be a mere acquaintance, a short chapter in his life's saga. But of course, life never went the way one expected it to.

Luocha notices his feelings for you when he sees you laugh at one of his sassier remarks. It didn't take long for him to realize that he enjoyed pulling that reaction out of you, being the reason behind your smile. As time passed, he'd make it his goal to make you smile at least once each day.

Of course, he's surprised by how he feels for you - startled, even. As a wanderer, his relationships were purely professional, and at most, he'd make a friend or two. He was constantly leaving, traveling, journeying. But with you, he finds a little home for himself.

If Luocha ever got to the point to where he'd fall in love, then he'd be a lot more vulnerable with you. Sometimes, he'll be uncharacteristically tender, such as when he tucks one of his favorite flowers behind your ear. The expression on his face is indiscernible, clouded by an emotion you don't recognize. But it's raw, soft, emotional. His gloved fingers linger there for a moment, and his eyes flicker to your lips for a split second before he pulls away. Had it not been for the flower still behind your ear, you would've thought you'd hallucinated that exchange from the way Luocha was acting.

But this isn't to say that he won't tease you - far from it. His comments are borderline flirtatious when the two of you fight, as it's mainly you doing the damage while he supports you from behind. It's not uncommon for him to ask where you'd be without him when he heals you, especially when he patches you up after a fight - that rare, yet irritating smirk on his face. Sometimes, you think he goes out of his way to aggravate you, just to get a reaction (you're 100% right, but when questioned, all you get is innocent smile).

Caelus doesn't really know what he's doing, but he's trying his best. His crush is puppy love at its finest, and considering that he's only been alive for a few months at most, you're likely the first person he's ever had a crush on. As a result, he's clumsy with how he handles it, but in an endearing way.

He's stupid when he's around you, even moreso than usual. His recklessness is ramped up to the max as he tries to impress you. Sometimes, it miraculously works in his favor and he looks like a badass. Other times, he ends up falling flat on his face - which is embarrassing, of course, but Caelus wouldn't be Caelus if he let something like that knock him down.

His attempts at flirting are... well, it's the thought that counts. I'm not sure what personality Silver Wolf shoved into him, but his knowledge of society and their practices comes with a heavy tint of social media. Caelus's main form of flirting are pickup lines that are so stupid they're funny, and references from franchises you've never heard of. It's not exactly something that would sweep you off your feet, but it's charming and sweet.

What annoys his friends the most about Caelus's crush is that he'll go along with basically anything you do. Now, this could go one of two ways. Either you're also a little gremlin and Dan Heng has to come and save the two of you (+ March) after you screwed up, or you're actually responsible and keep a leash on him. What's funny is that Caelus could have a completely different opinion on something, such as where he wanted to have for dinner, but if you want something else, suddenly Caelus is advocating for what you want.

He also kicks his feet and giggles into his hands when he thinks about you. This is a very important detail.

But don't get him wrong, Caelus isn't just silly all the time. He's already protective enough of the Express members, but when it comes to you, he turns into a guard dog. Anyone who doesn't pass the vibe check (Sampo) is immediately warded off with his bat. Caelus isn't afraid to get physical, so I'd advise holding him back unless you want to see someone's bones get broken.

Caelus is like an little dog, excitedly showing off whatever weird thing he found to you. But knowing him, these things could range from ancient relics to him bringing back a particularly shiny trashcan onto the Express. He always lights up whenever you express interest in whatever he's brought back, and you can't help but indulge him, as long as you can see him smile like that a little longer.

He hates it. To put it bluntly, Dan Feng absolutely detests these feelings, especially when all the signs point to you being the cause of it. He hates his stupid heart for dancing whenever you're near him, hates how the tips of his ears flush, and utterly despises his tail for betraying his true feelings by wagging at your praise.

He's embarrassed, almost humiliated, and his friends teasing him doesn't make it any better. Yingxing and Jing Yuan are the worst; they keep bringing you up and it aggravates him to no end. He's better than this, he's the High Elder for Long's sake, he shouldn't be held down by something as mundane as a crush.

And yet he is. When he's by his lonesome in the Luofu, he finds himself wondering where you are, what you were doing. Who are you with? What expression are you making right now? His thoughts are plagued by you to the point where he's annoyed. Even late at night, he dreams of you, his face burning as he thinks back to how you looked that day, how you sounded, how you felt.

He wants to rid himself of these thoughts, but they persist regardless. Dan Feng longs for you despite himself, yearns for your touch and dreams of your kiss. When he sees you smiling at someone else, inadvertently, he finds himself wanting you to smile at him instead. He'll never admit it, but pride swells within Dan Feng's chest whenever you're excited by anything he does for you. Only later, when he thinks back to that moment, does he begin to worry - wondering just why he liked making you smile so much.

Dan Feng acts like doing anything for you is such a hassle and inconvenience, but if you even mention asking someone else to help you instead, he glares at you, grabbing you by the waist with his tail to stop you from going anywhere. He'll roll his eyes, maybe look away for a bit, but in the end, he'll concede, saying that he supposes that he take time of his very busy schedule, mind you, to assist you with your little problem.

He'll poke you a lot, too. This can range from flicking you on the forehead when you do something stupid to poking your cheek when he feels the need to drill something into your skull, or even whacking you with his tail (gently) whenever you insinuate the notion that maybe, just maybe, Dan Feng was beginning to like you a little.