summary : one second, mydei, you remain within my grasp, and the next moment you flutter away
contains : implied affections (platonic/romantic) ; teensy- vaguely implied injuries (scratches, wounds) ; implied character deathâ (MYDEI MY SWEET IM SORRY) ; gn!reader, this drabble is written in second person ; IT'S ALL FLUFF MOSTLY I SWEAR!
song inspired !! this is how you fall in love by Chelsea Cutler and Jeremy Zucker
word count : 1.2k
âsun in my eyes, navy-blue skies
you are the reason I can surviveâ
Spear lodged next to your head, you pant heavily as a palm shelters your eyes from the brazen sun. And then, a shadow comes over you, a hand outstretched down towards you
"Audacity will get you nowhere," his voice rings from above, and your hand reaches up to clasp his, allowing him to heave you back to your feet. His palm was hot against yours, blazing like a fire as scaling as the colour of his robes, or maybe it simply was the sun-caressed warmth on his skin.
But his gaze was blazingâ depths as the secrets of the sun. It burned into your skin as he examined the scratches over your own robes and skin: his doing; scratches, but injuries nonetheless. (And, just maybe, you felt a little huffy that, once more, you could hardly land a single blow on him.)
"Let's get you to a healer," and his hand, still clasped around yours, was already pulling you away before you could find the voice to protest; if you did want to protest, it was still futile in the face of a man as stubborn as this Kremnoan.
And he stood, crossed arms, at the edge of your bed as the healer rubbed salve over the roughed skinâ as if the process needed to be done under his scrutiny, not one spear-brushed patch of skin could be overlooked.
"Nurse me to health yourself, Your Highness." A taunt, of courseâ a mask for gratitude perhaps; a veneer to hide away the 'thank you for the spar', the 'thank you for the worry'.
"Do you think the healers are incompetent or do you plan on being reckless once more?"
An unspoken 'don't overthink it'; silent acknowledgement.
And, maybe because you did feel a faint bit generous (or rather: grateful), you throw him a lazy smile, stretching your limps once the healer goes away. "Maybe I should return your benevolence by hosting you a meal; not poisoned, that much I can try."
"Ridiculous," but he suppresses a laugh to a smirk.
ââ
âthis is how you fall in love
let go and I'll hold you upâ
"Done playing hero?" You peer down at where he had been laying on the bed himself, torso wrapped with bandages that still caught colour from his still healing wounds (forcefully made to restâ by the healers, not you).
He scowls at you, and if his eyes could kill, they would have bled you.
"There, there," you grin, seating yourself on the edge of his bed, brandishing a small knife to slice the apple in your hand. "Have this: an apple a day keeps the healer away."
And your tone reeks of patronization as you prod the slice of apple to his lips, to which his expressions turn delightfully foul.
He snatches the fruit slice from you, but he pops it into his mouth nonetheless.
And in the brief shadow provided by a stray cloud, the rays brightening your frame dims, andâ only maybeâ your expressions soften too. Was it concern? Worry?
Certainly not.
You pass him another apple slice.
"Maybe this time you would prefer supper to the bland rations these healers feed you?"
He only clicks his tongue, accepting the apple from you.
ââ
âI had a nightmareâŠâ
The evening buzzed a little too loudly. People fluttered around like butterflies in a garden, and you stood at the terrace of the cluster of homes, and you tried to busy yourself into drying the berries under the never-setting sun's light. But something nagged at the back of your mind, pulling away your attention from the garnet of berries in your palm to the familiar flutter of crimson robesâ
"Mydeimos!" And you wave your berries-clutched hand wildly. "Supper?"
And you expected him to shake his head and move on, pretending he didn't know the mad one waving at himâ but he doesn't.
A little nod, and he had detoured from whatever his original path was.
And you lean over the stone banister, baffled that he had indeed weaved through the small houses, and towards the front door of yours.
And, just maybe, your steps had been a bit swift as you skipped the steps down from your terrace to open the door for him.
"Finally came around, did you?" And your grin was not reciprocated with a flick to your forehead; your teasing drops, noticing the invisible weight on his shoulders as you let him in.
Supper was readied and served in a short while that stretched on in a silence as long-lasting as forever.
And as he sat across from you at the table, his eyes were focused on the dish in front of him. It wasn't unlike him to remain silent for the most part, but this time there was something else to the silenceâ something that made you want to dread having called him in. Something unsettlingâ like a rock tossed into the ocean, tearing through the tranquil surface to disturb the life within; dread, and it weighed your chest down heavy with every exhale.
"Did I add too much salt?"
An attempt of conversation; the weight of all things became too unbearable. Thankfully, he responds.
"No."
"Then did you burn your tongue with how impatient you were to eat?"
Andâ you'd praise whichever Titan blessed itâ when the corner of his lips twitched; perhaps a scowl, maybe a smile.
And, it relieved some of the weight off your chest. And because you could not hold back the genuineness anymore: "what's on your mind?"
"I am going... on an expedition."
It was a lie, you knew it instantly. "For how long?"
"Not long," he says, and his eyes turn upwards to youâ for the first time since he arrived. And his gaze told you what his words didn't.
Liar.
"And you'll return safe," you chuckle, ignoring the tugging at your heartâ your words more declaration than question because you don't want to acknowledge this horrid jest that fate was pulling on you. "Because, after all, who in all the world could defeat you?"
And this time, he does allow a smile.
"And you'll know that another supper will await you when you come back home," you add in, keeping the illusion of alright despite how the world had already begun to crack and crumble away.
ââ
The sun is still warm as you kneel by the strayed brook of a river. The sky is still cloudless, and the air is still fresh when you breathe.
Your fists unfurl, allowing the crimson flowers in your palm flutter, the wind dropping it into the stream. And you watch it go, bouncing, bobbing, rippling against the surface as it went away.
And perhaps, just maybe, you dared to hope that it would find its way to him.
...Or whichever grave he sleeps in.
âI had a nightmare
but now that I'm not scared
this is how you fall in love
let go and I'll hold you up
so pull me tight and close your eyes
oh, my love, side to side...â
a/n : I WROTE THIS ON THE SAME DAY AS MY FINAL HIGHSCHOOL EXAM; I'M FREEE!!! (I'm posting this a few days later because life happened) THIS IS MY FIRST HSR FICâ
p/s : I wrote this before I even found out that Mydei was immortal and went 'oh, it's not matching up with his loreâ' and then 3.3 trailer dropped. I haven't played it yet BECAUSE I CAN'T BRING MYSELF TO WHY DID HOYO DO THATâ
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shikanoin heizou; the top student of teyvat university's criminology major, a member of the student body organization, and the drummer of an infamous band called "6reeze" is head over heels for youâa burnt out chemical engineering major who's socially awkward.
note: june 2025.. heh. howâve you guys been? (ignore date and timestamps. comment only on the masterlist to be added to the taglist.)
you just KNOW you're at a disadvantage when you are dating someone taller than you...
it's funny how the universe is mocking you in the form of your huge lover (he's not a giant it's just an exaggeration).
trying to grab the cereal from the top-shelf? Here you go, he hands it to you and then places a sweet kiss on the top of your forehead. Need that book? He's already behind you. You can't see the concert from this distance because the crowd is blocking your view? He's already hoisting you on his broad and strong shoulders. "Don't worry love, I'll do anything for you" so he says with lovesick eyes.
"No! I would NEVER do that to you" where he tries to deny of ever teasing you because of your height. But you know he's just lying considering how he sometimes rests his chin on the top of your head or makes you his personal armrest.
bonus points if you're chubby or just inherently soft ! he will pick you up and spin you around and squish you, like a stress reliever if he's had an especially bad day at work. And will lay his head on your soft soft thighs.
your chest aren't safe either, he will either nuzzle in them or the crook of your neck. Inhaling your scent as if it's a kind of aromatherapy for him. in a nutshell, he's smitten.
summary : he only needed one glimpse, and Neuvillette knew he was completely enraptured by youâ his heaven on earth
contains : neuvillette being smitten ; pre-established relationship ; gn!reader, this drabble is written in second person ; can be seen as a continuation of this drabble â [ love you once⊠] ; inspired by the song: Ordinary by Alex Warren
word count : 505
The curtains fluttered with a soft breeze that played at the window, pushing aside the barrier to let the sunlight pour into the room. Illuminating his face, Neuvillette found himself stirring to the rays of the morning. The sparrows were already chirping, awake early for dawn, and Neuvillette roused to their song.
Yet, as the first conscious thoughts floated into his mind, he turned his head, brushing away his hair from his face so that he could take a look to the other side of the bed... Curled up with a blanket, your sleepy breaths caressed the pillow, your eyelashes fluttering with the faint movement of your lidded eyes; still dreaming.
He turns to lay onto his side, a soft sigh escaping his lips as his gaze softened upon you. Your skin shone in the soft glow of the early sun, and it was in moments like these that he can't help but simply drink in the sight of youâ so at ease, so utterly beautiful in your rest.
The sunlight, too, seemed to be keen on appreciating you, playing with your skin and hair, lighting a halo around you; the sparrows' songs dedicated to your praises.
You were no less than a miracle. Lighting up his life with colours he had previously been blind to, amplifying the beauty of the world with no more than a smile, and your laughterâ how had he ever managed to find youâ someone so out of the ordinary; he found himself so drunk on your love.
You revitalized him. It only took one look at you, and he was completely enraptured by youâ you: his sanctuary, his guiding light.
He raised a hand, slowly bringing it towards you. He lets his fingertips kiss your hair, brushing the strands away from your face. How had he found something so heavenlyâ how had he been blessed with your love, deserving of each moment of yours?
You had come into his life like the rain, each drop of precipitation accumulating till he had found himself in the midst of your oasis, and he had no intention of finding escapeâ how could he, when he had found bliss in your arms?
He leaned forward, his lips brushing against your temple reverently, hoping it could convey what even words would fail to expressâ what all the sciences and mathematics in the world could not come close to understanding, to measuring.
It was a miracleâ as if he had managed to snatch away a piece of heaven, of the starry cosmos, to capture the moon itself; yet even all those could never be traded for what he had found with youâ this ecstasy whenever you were next to him.
You're taking me out of the ordinary
I want you laying me down 'til we're dead and buried...
You got me kissing thĐ” ground of your sanctuary
Shatter me with your touch, oh Lord, return mĐ” to dust,
The angels up in the clouds are jealous knowing we found
Something so out of the ordinary...
a/n : I am not biased, I tell myself as I prepare to post my 5th drabble about our favorite hydro dragon⊠and I most definitely do not have a 6th one waiting in lineâ I promise I'll post the Mydei drabble after this!! (My haitham drabble have been outnumbered by neuvi drabblesâŠ)
p/s : so⊠I'm having my graduation ceremony in 23 days from today which is great but also nerve wracking ahaha;;
summary : amidst conflicting emotions and thoughts, neuvillette eventually succumbed to the magnetic force that is you
contains : neuvillette being smitten but he's in denial about pinning ; gn!reader, this drabble is written in second person
word count : 1k
Neuvillette doesn't understand this feeling. The sight of you has him glancing up from his work; his eyes trailing after you until you had moved on and out of sight, leaving behind nothing more than a faint trail of perfume. Mild, floweryâ garden-like: petals and glistening dew under the moonlight.
The image, the scent, it had his head blurred from his dutiesâ blocking away his thoughtsâ for but a quick moment before he forced his gaze back on the documents on his desk.
Why was he being so easily distracted, his heartbeat louder than it had been just a moment ago, and the lingering perfume making him want to smile to himself?
It was a strange phenomenon, one that he had an inkling about, but found it too farfetched to want to believe; too foreign to accept.
It was a distraction, Neuvillette had quickly decided. It was the third time he saw you that week, a fleeting glimpse of you amidst a cluster of people that came together like stars in the sky as the sun lowered to hand over the stage to the nocturnal beings.
Glimpses of youâ he wished he hadn't needed to accept that they left him with a strange lightness in his chest and an unnecessary smile on his lips.
And amidst said human-constellations, he saw you. Quite literallyâ under the shade of the awning of a closed store, gazing up at the sky, pondering when the rain would lessen enough for you to make a quick sprint homewards.
The clouds were dark, concealing the light of the silvery orb in the sky. Your clothes were enough to prevent the chill from getting to you too much, but as you rubbed your numbing hands, you couldn't deny that a cozy night indoors would have been preferable.
You were the only being in sight; the humans and animals had quickly ran off home and for shelter, and even the Melusines had retired for the day. But like the ever buzzing bees, you seemed to have been roaming around despite the long risen moon.
Your attention turns away from the rain at the growing sound of footstepsâ the click of heeled shoes on the brick-tiled ground. A quick glance revealed the Iudex himself, seeming to be walking your direction without much regard for the rain pouring down on himself. He quietly joins your side under the awning, letting a silence momentarily linger.
"You do not have an umbrella, I presume?" He asks at last, quiet yet clear in the hum of pouring raindrops that patter down on the ground.
"That does appear to be my fate; lovely night, but not lovely enough to risk a cold for," you respond, a smile appearing on your lips at the fairly familiar company.
His eyes linger on you for a second longer than required before he averts his head, giving a soft hum at your response. And then, he extends a hand your way, revealing a navy coloured umbrella that had previously hidden seamlessly against the similar colour of his coat.
You stare down at the umbrella in his hand, and then up at the glimpse of his face curtained by his damp hair. And then you repeat the action another time, and then once more. His eyes flicker your way at last, and his hand extends only slightly more, indicating for you to take itâ which you do at long last.
"Thank you, Monsieur..." you murmur, glancing down at the umbrellaâ the light-weight, repellent material a deep shade, much like the depths of the seas of hydro that encircles this nation of justice.
Neuvillette nods in response, expecting you to open the umbrella and rush off into the night immediately, but you prove him wrongâ he seems to never be right when the matter is somehow involving you; you were quite the enigma, one he was finding himself drawn to, wanting to understand. But those thoughts were fleeting, he tried to keep it that way.
But with how you seemed to stand here, rooted in place as your eyes remain on himâ unashamedly curious from what he could see in his peripheral visionâ he averts his head once more, quietly exhaling. There it was again, he thought to himself, the traitorous thumping of his heart.
"Is something the matter?" He asks when you continued to watch him for longer than five seconds.
"What about you, Monsieur?"
"What about me?" He asks, his gaze returning your way.
"Aren't you also going somewhere?" You ask, opening the umbrella and stepping out into the rain.
Coming to stand in front of him, under the open, pouring dome of the heavens, the raindrops drummed against the umbrella in a rhythmâ a sonnet of their own.
"Perhaps we could go togetherâ this is your umbrella, after all."
Neuvillette should have denied the idea; he had no aversion to being drenched by the rain. But a voice in his head insisted. It was his umbrella after all.
"I suppose I could walk you toâ your home, I presume?" He relents, unable to fight the idea of accompanying you a while longer; to exchange a few words more with you, to be by your sideâ even if only a moment more.
"Yes," you reply, another smile blooming on your lips. "Home."
He may not want to accept this sensation in his chestâ the words whispered by his fluttering heart at the sight of your smileâ but he couldn't deny that your presence melted away his weariness after a day of work. Like the warmth of a rekindled fireplace, this similarly comfortable spark of emotions was one he didn't seem to be bothered byâ much unlike what he first thought, he seemed to be drawn to it... drawn to you.
"Home," he repeatsâ and the word felt sweeter in your presenceâ his own lips returning the smile you gave, his eyes crinkling as his gaze softens on you.
Perhaps... only perhaps, he could afford to love you once.
[part 2 ish of this drabble trilogy !!]
a/n : guess who's back!! Ahahah..... yeah no I have no excuse; but in my defence school had me grated like a carrot⊠it's so strange to think I have my highschool graduation in a month's time from now like oh goodness where did time fly (o.o);
I actually had this written a while ago but edited it a few times toâ ta-daâ have this; I do have a follow up fic already written for it but waiting to be edited (sneak peak? Not quite, but it is angst-comforty hehehe) Anyone interested in a taglist?
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âYou shouldâve told me this earlier,â her voice was sharp, demanding.
You sighed in frustration, running your fingers through your hair. âI said Iâm sorry, itâs my fault that I fell asleep too early last night.â
âEven so you couldâve told me earlier before you went to sleep that you werenât going through with it instead of telling me like whatâ6 hours ago?â she was sounding more and more agitated as the words flowed out her mouth.
âLookââ you took in a deep breath and set the phone to speaker mode. âYes I am acknowledging that I am the shitty person here for canceling last minute, but you canât blame me for you choosing to not set an alarm.â
âI chose to not set an alarm because you told me youâll be coming over today!â
You closed your eyes and sat down on your couch, leaning back into the cushion. Her voice was making your head hurt.
âThat cannot be my fault. You choosing to not set an all arm was ultimately your choice. You were well aware that itâs not even the weekends yet, and you still have class the next day.â
A bitter groan trailed from your phone. âBut then again you shouldâve said something last night! I even messaged out four times about it and told you to call me when you have it figured out. You quite literally had all night to reply to me.â
This is getting out of hand. âI am apologizing to you for not replying to your message on time, however you did text me at 12 in the morning, and I was already asleep by then.â
Knock knock.
You looked up, and Alhaitham stood there leaning against the doorframe, a questioning look on his face. One moment, you mouthed.
âYouâre a horrible friend.â
You froze, words caught in your throat. Alhaitham seemed to notice your body tense up and hurried over.
âIâm sorry what?â you said, unable to process what youâve just heard. âIâm a bad friend?â
She scoffed on the other end of the line. âYes, youâre a bad friend.â
Alhaitham placed a gentle hand against your arm. You muted yourself for a moment and turned to your boyfriend. âGive me a moment,â you said before grabbing your phone and rushing out the living room and into the bathroom.
âA horrible friend you say? Are we really going to go down that path?â you laughed. âYou fucking hypocrite. You have zeroâZEROârights to call me a bad friend when youâre the epitome of one. These four years Iâve put up with your annoying ass everyday. You think I donât know that you and him have been talking shit behind my back for the last two years?â
Silence on the other end.
âNow I donât give a shit if youâre listening or not, since you never do, but have you ever stop and wonder why the original friend group fell apart? Ever wonder why everyone else hates your guts? Find the common denominator. Ever since you and that bitch isolated Collei this entire dynamic was wrecked. You two are really the duo in the trio, the match made in hell. For fucks sake, you two are so fucking self-absorbed that you pushed everyoneâand I mean everyoneâwho ever gave two shits about you. Not to mention,â you paused and took a deep breath.
âNot the mention how you two would clown on everyone elseâs appearance when the two of you look like that. I donât usually talk about the way people look but you two really gotta take a good look in the mirror before talking about others. You hide behind a face full of makeup and a shitty facade of a good studious girl, and he uses his narcissistic personality to defend himself. You two are the lowest of the low.â
âWaitââ
âNo shut the fuck up and listen. I am sick, SICK, and tired of letting you two walk all over me. You made it look like I was always playing victim with my mental healthâand you know what? Youâd never understand because you grew up privileged enough that you never had to worry about the things I had to worry about. I donât understand why youâd be so upset about missing a day of class when you quite literally skip every other day of the week. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, gone, you show up for Thursday and disappear Friday. I canât believe I put up with your ass for four yearsâfour fucking years and hundredsâif not thousandsâof mora gone and wasted.â
âFuck you both.â
Your heart was racing with adrenaline as you hung up on her. It was quite the surprise that you didnât stutter, not a single word while yelling at her. You sighed and returned to Alhaithamâs side, leaning your body against torso. He wrapped an arm around you and gently squeezed you.
âFeeling better?â he asked, voice soft.
âYeah,â your voice cracked. It felt amazing lifting the weight off your chest, yet it had also left a hallow feeling inside your chest. Tears began to well up in your eyes. âI donât know, Iâm sorry Iâm crying again.â
âBaby, itâs okay. You did it, you got rid of them,â Alhaitham whispered, pulling you closer. âIâm really proud of you.â
You couldnât contain it any longer, tears streaming down your cheeks as you quietly sobbed. Four years wasted just like that, it hurts. Erupted over a tiny mistake you made.
âI know⊠I knowâŠâ
Alhaitham held you as you let your emotions run free, running his fingers through your hair as your cries turned into sniffles, and eventually into deep, rhythmic breaths. He smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
He was really really proud of you for finally standing up for yourself. Watching them pick and prods at you hurts him, even when it wasnât directly affecting him. Alhaitham couldnât bear to see the hurt on your face very time youâd interact with them.
â this was a watered down version of how I got rid of four year toxic friendship with two of the people who I once loved and cared for. Good riddance. I didnât yell at them through the phone, though i really shouldâve, but I did send them a 800 word text, and sobbed writing that. Thank goodness for my boyfriend and my close friend for getting me through that. The last two months were ROUGH.
hey vidia , play hey (with rizz) by kazuha kaedehara
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the arcade was a place that kazuha vowed to never ever visit again and no one ever knew why. anytime his friendsâ or anyone really, wanted to go to the arcade, they had to make sure the arcade had other activities to do because no matter how hard they tried, kazuha refused to even put a foot near a machine or step on the shape patterned carpet. even the carpet gave the poor guy ptsd.
well, that was until you came into the picture. kazuha has been pining over you since freshman year had started and the both of you are now seniors? the struggle between his neverending grudge against arcades and his limitless love for you to a point his feelings for you bled into his creative works. god, to get this straight, kazuha still despises the arcade, in fact, if you never mentioned you liked it, he wouldnât have even mentioned he was an absolute monster at the first-person shooting games that he never learned the name ofâ just calling it by âmy gameâ
 or he could just play space invaders.Â
to put it simply, he doesnât know how the infatuation or the c-word â crush â really started. it just blossomed in his heartâ he ached ever since. well, thatâs a lie. he does remember that he admired you for your ambitious nature, fiery and passionate, which contradicts soft actions whenever you scold your friends for their reckless behavior. the more he thought of you or saw youâ either a glimpse from the crowded halls or a brief conversation without the stumbles, the more he desperately wanted to be your friend and maybe, something more.
definitely something more.
knowing the real you who doesnât have the need to hide your smile when you laugh, the real you who is comfortable with him and the real you where you can just keep talking and heâd be there, listening to you and soaking up every word. hell, heâd be just fine just to be your friend â two reasons why. 1. to finally be near you without stumbling over his words and 2. to forget the âwhat ifââs he created if he did ask. of course, none of it would really happen. probably?Â
but imagine if he asked, you laughed in his face while pointing at him. a flash of light appeared and boom! now heâs digging a hole, crawls into it and dies. but!Â
phew, thereâs a but.Â
he didnât really die. to put it simply, he just went to sleep, woke up to you throwing dirt in his faceâ then he really died. but not because of being suffocated by dirt, but because he died of pure EMBARRASSMENT.Â
ă kazuhaâs brain presents scenario #2 ⊠ă
what if youâre like âyouâre a freak, kaedehara!â and he would never live it down. heâd be called âfreakster kazuhaâ or âfreakdehara!â down the halls while he shoved his face into his hands with tears running down his face.Â
well, of course, you arenât mean or rude. now, scene #3, what if you accept being friendsâ wait why does this scenario sound good?Â
BUT !!!Â
there it is, the big old âbutâ stopping kazuha to ever build up the courage to be friends.
wait, why do all these endings sound really bad?Â
kazuha slapped his face, trying to fight against his anxiety that is willing to drown him in insecurities. he will ask you outâŠÂ
to be friends!Â
it took him a while, embarrassingly to admit.Â
thereâs a specific memory that he keeps reminding himself of and he trips over it all the time. (he actually trips !! itâs terrible to be him but at least itâs funny to watch!)Â
 it was a monday morning. it couldâve been a tuesday but he was extra tired so it was definitely a monday. he was sleep deprived because he was spending the evening pulling an all-nighter, being studiousâÂ
but !Â
he was also sneaking in a game session with his friends⊠at three am. it was evident with the way he slumped through the halls, ignoring the stares thrown his way, and how his eyes were weight down, nearly drooping back to sleep.
it was as if heaven heard his call. cue the heaven gatesâ tune (. an angel flew through the hallsâ it was you, you beamed him with motivation. his slouching, some might say terrible posture, immediately straightened, his eyes widened and his breathâŠ
âheizou, heizou⊠howâs my breath?â kazuha exhaled and heizouâs face scrunched up as if it was rotten and sour. how terrible!Â
the brunette took a step back from kazuha, holding his nose. âit stinks, kazuha. did you even brush your teeth?âÂ
it âŠÂ
ă kazuha experiences a malfunction ă
stinks (O_o) ?!Â
(p.s. this is a real depiction of kazuha's face)
heizou stifled a laugh while the silver haired maleâs face dropped to a point where kazuhaâs little red streak wilted. oh god, kazuha could imagine it now, what if he asks to hang out, when you were going to accept but you see the obvious, green fumes coming out of his mouth. before you could say anything, then he killed you with his stank breath!
heizou can hear the internal alarms ringing in kazuhaâs head as the blonde spaced outâ deep in thought.Â
âŠwhereâs the breath spray???Â
ITâS AN EMERGENCY! STAT!!! Â
 âgive me your mint spray!!â kazuha protested, already yanking heizouâs bag off his shoulder.
heizou dug through his bag, handing kazuha the spray. before giving it to him, he joked, âare you finally rizzing them up?â kazuha frowned,Â
â... give me the spray. do i smell good? do i look good?â he took the spray and quickly sprayed it in his mouth. what a sassy guy. he coughed, choking on the spray, as heizou supposedly analyzed him.Â
âkind of, yeah, i guess. oh and theyâre walking away.âÂ
âNOOOOOOO.â is what kazuha wouldve said if you werenât actually walking towards him. really? god has answered his prayers. thank you barbatos, thank you morax, thank you baal, thank you focalorâÂ
âhey, kaedehara!âÂ
âhey beautiful. i mean, the sky is pretty beautiful⊠and good morning, [name]. â kazuha cleared his throat, stumbling over his words. it was like the devil took over just now. why did a good amount of his friends see him pull off the biggest fumble of the century? xinyan patted him on the back, whispering in his ear, âgood save.âÂ
god, he could feel his ears getting warmer. scaramouche quipped back, âitâs cloudy. they definitely heard that.âÂ
they chuckled, kazuha briefly closed his eyes and thanking his ancestors who came before him for letting this happen despite the fumble. âyouâre funny but youâre actually in the way of my locker.âÂ
it was a win but at what costâŠÂ
âthey called you funny. that isnât a compliment, kazuha. maybe they were trying to call you crazy politely,â scaramouche said, picking at the lunch food. jeez, itâs like the school is trying to kill people with soggy cheese pockets and moldy milk. yeeuck!
xinyan defended kazuha as he curled into a ball so he could roll out of teyvat. âbut like scaramouche, [name] does say funny alot. cause kazuha is hilarious, yknow!âÂ
âthe only time heâs funny is when heâs sleep deprived and has to rely on beidouâs badly made coffee.â scaramouche quipped back. xinyan froze upâŠÂ
kazuha can tell there is a clear winner and it sucks because heâs the subject of the small argument. heizou patted kazuhaâs back, attempting to comfort him. Â
â... that doesnât matter!!! because kazuha has game!âÂ
âlast night?âÂ
âthat doesnât count. it was four am, he was having an all-nighter before thatâ it was ap bio and ap lit!!!âÂ
kazuha could feel an imaginary tear run down his face. hand on the wall as his pride crumbled in place. it's okay. xinyan, please admit youâre losing. itâs so over⊠kazuha cried in his head.Â
besides, scaramouche countered with the fact he took five aps and he managed to win the rounds over and over.Â
what a showoff!
he shook his head, trying to dismiss what he did. heâs a new man. new week, new him. but the thing is he really canât forget because it wasnât a month ago. it was just last week.Â
when he actually managed the courage to ask to be friends, he casually leaned on his locker and waited for you to come to him like the total cool guy he isâŠÂ
as the blossoms suddenly surround you both, you fawn over him and then while you almost trip, he catches you and you swoon. âhey [name], heh,â he said in a deep, totally-charming-hunk of a voice. âwant to be friends?âÂ
you giggle in response, twirling your hair, until you accidentally slipped on a banana that somehow ended up there. a push of confidence overtakes him as if it was a gust of wind, he caught you with grace. your whole face flushed as you bashfully smiled and thanked him profusely. he just basked in the praise and attention you gave him like a proud, not at all pathetic, dog guy.Â
that is what kazuha wants to believe happened. but out of his dreamscape and into reality, you were the one who asked him to hang out and he jumped at the chance. like really, he was desperate from anyone elseâs point of view, he looked like a pitiful dog. (when did this analogy come back? kazuha murmured mid tangent.) âhey kaedehara?â you asked. immediately kazuha was pretending last week was a dream but he stepped aside. âoh no! hey, wanna hang out with my friends and i? it would be fun, right?âÂ
kazuhaâs face dropped, he wasnât the best at hiding his expression when it came to you.âyes! ahem, i mean, yeah, sure. whatâs your ig?â
â143[name]! see you saturday?âÂ
âyou can count on it. oh, someoneâs calling me.â no sound from his phone nor a vibration.Â
(he squealed and danced in the courtyard. scaramouche has it recorded.)Â
so when he got your instagram, he was a dedicated man to know who you are as a person than who you were at school. his special technique?Â
ă identifying kazuhaâs special techniqueă
 ultimate researcher (dubbed as stalker) level maxxed.
 server notes: creep.
soul searching through every follower, every person that you were following and every post you had to plan the perfect date⊠hang out (totally). Â
xinyan noticed that kazuha was on his phone more often after getting one way of contact from you. concerned, she motioned scaramouche and heizou next to her and the three of them hovered over kazuhaâs shoulder.Â
they shared knowing looks, what a creepâŠÂ
if anyone saw what kazuha was doing right now, theyâd plead for his case and say this is how he loves⊠maybe just xinyan. scaramouche would totally tell them the truth!Â
after a while, staring at kazuha and watching him not make a move, again. heizou swore he saw the red eyed loserâs pupils convulsed into little hearts when his thumb hovered over the message button. they were all cheering for him until he was wiping out to look at their story again. face in her hands, not caring for smearing her wet lip tint on her palms, xinyan cried when the blonde loser began liking all of their posts, claiming that this would affect the groupâs aura as a whole.Â
scaramouche rolled his eyes, murmuring that the rest are on their own!
ă server: they lost over -100 aura as a whole⊠scaramoucheâs defense protected him from this . . . (âïčâ) ă
itâs so over.Â
they argued silently together. heizou insisted that kazuha should go to his own pace albeit concerning and mildly crazy. though, the other two gave him a lookâ xinyan was no longer on the glazing kazuha train and hopped onto whatever plan scaramouche was cooking. before, she was totally fine with kazuha acting like an idiot since she knew what neither other three knew.Â
but seeing how kazuhaâs balls ascended back into his body, he needed to take action. before heizou tried to bring up some idiotic point, xinyan jumped up and slamming heizou down. she jabbed him straight into the ribs. heizou lets out a sharp cry to alarm kazuha and yet, he notice nor turned around to care about the battle between his best friends. rather, he was only humming in delight when he saw he shares a niche interest with you.Â
none of the wrestling duo noticed that scaramouche climbed up the mountain where the rabbit resides (the couch kazuha sat on) and planned the attack (intervention). when scaramouche cupped his hands close to kazuhaâs ears, making him flinch and dropped his phone to his lap. he finally turned around to see the reasonably concerned friendsâ eyes.Â
âare you seriously stalking their account right now?â scaramouchee said, leaning over the couchâs backrest. the other two crowded around kazuha and he was quick to hide his phone though the screen faced up and at full brightness.Â
kazuha sat in the corner, a little deflated at being caught. holding a pillow in his arms as if it was a shield. time to devert the conversation, surely this would work, right?Â
he tilted his head, âwhy is heizou hunched over?âÂ
heizou groaned loudly as xinyan pulled him over on the couchâs backrest next to scaramouche. xinyan and him shared a murmured conversation of sorryâs and something about taking a funny bit too far.Â
âthatâs beside the point. heâs fine.â scaramouche added as heizou laid over on the couch like a sloth.Â
the trio stared into kazuha until he eventually gave up, âyes, i was stalking their instagram. whatâs so bad?âÂ
scaramoucheâs glare felt like a disappointed father, which felt considerably worse than his usual judgemental look. the indigo haired male pinched his nose bridge, inhaling to embrace himself from kazuhaâs walls of defense. âyou do know that youâre just hanging out with them and their friends right?âÂ
âit wouldnât be just a date between the two of you.â xinyan added, no longer on the kazuha bandwagon. kazuha doesnât even know when she made the switch!Â
âdid you really think they just asked you out?â heizou quickly quipped without missing a beat. kazuhaâs defense shattered.Â
his chain of attacks faltering. whatever light lit up in kazuhaâs eyes totally just had diminished into thin air. you could hear his whole whole shatter into pieces as his phone fell out of his hands. maybe the trio shouldnât have given him the needed intervention. (scaramouche disagreed with this message fyi!)Â
ă system updated: kazuha kaedeharaâs stats ă
 atk: 10 def: -100 spd: -100Â
âwait, they just texted me.â the nosy trio hover over kazuhaâs phone.Â
143[name]: hey kaedehara, my friends decided to drop the idea of hanging out with us
         is it cool if itâs just us?Â
holy shit. maybe praying to every god imaginable really worked. he looked at everyone as even their eyes and jaws dropped. like they couldnât believe this was really happening.Â
âdo NOT fumble this, kazuha.â one of them murmured. well to be honest, it could be any one of them.Â
k_kazuha: ya thats cool
                    // send?Â
heizou fell over the couch, âwhy are you like this?â
âbe yourself.âÂ
âgive me that phone.â scaramouche took kazuhaâs phone, typing out what sounded pretty reasonable to him.Â
k_kazuha: no yeah its cool lolÂ
âdonât make him nonchalant, are you stupid?â xinyan shouted, taking the phone away from the bowl cut man. kazuha watched his friends play hot potato with his phone. âoh my god, what did you send?âÂ
k_kazuha: GHDJKSFL/';KAUILYSSAPWASD
143[name]: ?Â
k_kazuha: omg sorry that was my goldfish
         yeah, i donât mind :)Â
143[name]: cool, see you then, on sat?
k_kazuha: you know it B)
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âdid we fumble?â kazuha murmured as the bubble began to start. dot dot dot.
dot dot dot.Â
143[name]: kk :)Â
âWE DIDNâT FUMBLE!!!â everyone shouted in unison. kazuha can imagine it now. confetti popping, sakura blossoms in season, owning a cat together, wedding, crying and buying a home to live together. tomorrow, heâd be the coolest guy around to rizz ⊠charm you
ă server notesă
part ONE out of two. most of this was from a previous oneshot but there's MORE. im sick asl and my runny nose making me sound nasally but its okay because we finally have content. newish works.
