#*interactions

@diviningtime sent: "Why the hell are you bleeding?"

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darling @khaenruin​ says: mind if i buy you a drink, sir kaeya? after all, i've heard that death after noon tastes best with good-looking company~ 

♡  — yandere! kaeya alberich

“oya? how can i trust you won’t slip something into my glass when i’m not looking?” he asks, flashing a haughty but drunkenly-lopsided grin. “and don't lie, you’ve been eyeing me up all night. clearly you’re interested in me, it’s only fair to assume you have ulterior motives.” he adds, laughing as if these accusations are commonplace for him.

‘w-what?’ you balk, wondering where he finds the gall to presume such things of you. just how guarded is this man that his first assumption is you're trying to drug him, much less to vocalize that with such gaudy contempt? you were aware that he has quite an unpleasant demeanor after a particularly bad day and a few glasses of drink, but to even doubt the kind offer of someone who wishes to get to know him better...

if you were anyone else, you’d give up right then.

Instantly he drops the can of soda he was handing you, his face aghast. You catch it, your reflexes accustomed to Asahi’s particular brand of clumsiness. 

“I—!” He swallows roughly. “Y-yeah, I guess they are.”

He rubs the back of his neck self-consciously. It’s true, he’s a big guy, and every thing about him is as well. But still, to have you point it out so brazenly...!

You entwine your free hand with his, a reassuring gesture, and he inhales deeply. Okay. Now’s not the time to get lost in his thoughts. He can do this. He just has to focus.

While the rumors surrounding him and his bad boy image can’t be farther from the truth,  he admits wanting to be seem a bit tougher around you. After all, he’s your boyfriend! He should be strong and dependable! He can’t always be showing you such a lame side of him. 

He takes another deep breath. Right, now is the time to—

“A-all the better to—“ He catches sight of your encouraging face, and falters. “H-hold your hand with,” he chokes out, his voice strangled.

You laugh, and the sound is a symphony plucking at his heart strings, careening him towards the grand finale. Despite the erratic pulse of his heart, he manages to smile back at you. Right. You never think anything he does is lame. He just has to have more confidence in himself. And how he can not? When he has you by his side, always tugging him along to another opportunity or anchoring him to where he needs to be. 

“H-hey babe—“

“Your hands aren’t just big, though, Asahi. They’re also warm.”

His cheeks redden again. “It’s nice,” you continue. “When I’m with you... I feel like I can conquer anything.” 

“Y-yeah?” 

You flash him a sheepish look. “Ah—sorry. You were saying something before I cut you off.”

He curls his fingers around yours, encouraged by the way his hand encompasses yours. Maybe his team isn’t the only one who needs him. The realization that you rely on him just as much as he does you gives him the strength he needs to make that final push. 

“I’ll keep being that person for you. No matter what. I want you to be able to count on me.”

You grin. “And you’re such a cheeseball too.” 

“H-Hey, I’m tryna be serious here!”

You’ve been leaning towards him, challenging him, and this time he responds, angling his body towards you. He draws your hand up towards his chest, capturing your attention with the intensity of his gaze.

“Let me be the kind of man you can admire.” 

Your eyes dart from his face to your linked hands, then back. “What if I told you... you already are?”

His brown eyes are dark with determination. He leans down, his lips close enough to ghost yours, when you hear a loud clank. The two of you search for the source of the sound. Asahi’s face pales when he sees his open soda can toppled over, the fizzy liquid spilling over the contents of his backpack. 

“Aw man!” 

chungha is the biggest ujung out there    : + bonus: she actually met with wjsn!!

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