#nijien

it didn't matter to Kaelix Debonair why you were standing outside his door in the pouring rain at ten in the evening.

all that mattered was the fact you were standing outside his door in the pouring rain at ten in the evening. no umbrella. soaking wet. and that twinkle in your eyes were scarily absent.

surprise fluttered through the bouncer, then recognition and confusion, then a huge wave of concern. he quickly ushers you in and you step through, almost mindlessly, onto the rug of his doorway. Kaelix shuts the door with a click and turns the lock.

"you're drenched!" he exclaims, seizing your wrist and pulling you through his house. your gaze flicks up in faint curiosity, catching glimpses of photos with family and friends, paintings, papers nearly falling and spilling onto the floor on the small table. he sits you down on his couch in what appears to be his living room. Kaelix doesn't seem to care about the water seeping into the fabric. "I'll be right back."

a minute goes by as you stare at the TV, eyes glazed over as the show flickers. Kaelix returns with a fluffy towel and instantly goes to drying your face and hair. you momentarily lose your vision. but it feels nice, so you close your eyes. all the while Kaelix fusses over you.

"what were you thinking, silly?" Kaelix tuts, ruffling through your hair as you slouch on the cushions. he pats you down with the towel and clicks his tongue once more. the towel won't do anything for the clothes clinging to your skin. "you're probably cold. do you want to take a shower? a bath? i have clothes for you, but they most likely won't fit. do you mind?"

you don't say anything. Kaelix rolls up the towel and squats in front of you, eyebrows knitted together. "hey. hey, look at me."

you look up a bit. but it's like you aren't even there mentally. Kaelix frowns, his worry deepening.

"c'mon," he says softly, taking your wrist gently. "I'll just get you a change of clothes."

you follow him and pause in front of another doorway to his room. he reemerges with too big clothes for you to wear, but they'll do. it's the smallest he could find. the bouncer brings you along for a short distance and opens another door. he flicks the light switch on and beckons you inside. you notice movement at the corner of your eye and glance. you nearly flinch at the sight of your own frazzled reflection. the fuzzy rug tickles your bare toes. which makes Kaelix frown even more. did you really walk here with no shoes?

he places the clothes on the counter and backs out. "change into these. come out when you're ready."

you give the tiniest of nods and shuts the door. you avoid the reflection like the plague and peel off the thin clothings. let them drop to the floor with a wet plap. you leave your undergarments on and slide on new clothes. as expected, you're swimming in them. and apparently, they're his smallest.

you step out and the albino leans against the wall before you, arms folded across his chest. he glances up and studies you before taking your wrist once more. you let him guide you along.back to the living room. a cup of steaming tea sits on the low table before the middle section of the couch. Kaelix pulls you lightly and sits you down. you sink into the soft cushions, staring into the distance. the bouncer picks up a blanket hanging on the side and throws it on top of you. then tucks you in, like a small burrito. making sure every inch was covered. you allow him and you feel him plop beside you.

"i don't know what's wrong," Kaelix starts, "but i want you to know I'm here. you don't have to say a word. I'll stay by your side. and you can lean on me all you want."

you turn your head slowly to look up. Kaelix's usually playful blue eyes are dead serious. he doesn't waver, facing you with sincerity. his white hair is mussed, and his clothes hang of him a bit. you finally see him. just a bit. you remember how much he looks out for you, always made sure you were happy and safe, and bought you things when you least expected them. how he noticed you struggling and would step in, regardless of your protests.

You never seem to know when you unknowingly captivate the masses. You don’t even know how much you make him act up— entirely different from the picture-perfect Vice President, who’s usually dripping with unequivocal eloquence, be rendered speechless. To the point that he’s not sure whether you truly are oblivious or just playing pretend to fuck with him the whole time.

Yet he can’t seem to admit that your sweet laughter was like the melody he had been missing his entire life.

The worst part was that he didn’t just fall— he splattered. Not just that, razed towards an amazingly malignant entity (for him) named you. He doesn’t regret it, no. He just wished he did so gracefully instead of bulldozing straight down— like a fucking meteor. OR like a feral bull going straight to the red ass towel, which was weird considering he’s the literal embodiment of the color blue.

It’s cute— adorable, even. How he stumbles all over when you’re around. How he stammers and gets a little dopey when you speak, as if his knowledge were forcefully ripped away from his brain— never to be seen again (read: until you leave him alone, apparently). How his head short-circuits when he gets even just a whiff of your scent. For goodness’ sake, he’s literally called “the man of sex,” (as a joke before, but c’mon) however, when it comes to you, when he’s anywhere near you, all of that just vanishes into thin air— as if it never was there in the first place.

To everyone else, he’s the epitome of refinement in every way possible. The ever-so-elegant Vice President of [insert academy name here], Ike Eveland, who captures hearts through compassion and can sway any scenario into his favor, had fallen completely & hopelessly in love with someone he’s not even sure remembers his name.

It's laughable how he, literally someone who the Gods bless, quickly becomes akin to a fucking timid bunny in mere seconds the moment you step inside the same room. Hell, even a simple “hi” would send him stumbling down his knees, kneeling just to hear you say more, even just to hear you more.

And lately, he finds himself reading about romances, which is weird considering that he favors horror more. Fucking hell, he finds himself writing romance— writing about you and him, in a fucking cabin, in the woods with a damn farm while raising two— maybe even three fucking kids! It's tearing bits and pieces through his sanity, and he doesn't even know if he minds it yet. But then, considering his predicament, he doesn't even think he does. If anything, he welcomes it. Bathes in it, even.

Then suddenly, all his tinkering halts as he finds you stirring awake. His “coolness” is taken once more as he notices you blinking your sleepiness away. It tugs at his heartstrings seeing you stretch, as he tries not to coo at your yawn. A familiar “fuck! she's so damn cute” chants at the tippy top of his head, praying to every god above that he appears normal. Utterly normal.

He leans away, even if all he wants to do is the opposite.

“How was the nap?” He asked, noting the little tilt in his voice covered amusement, borderline teasing. “Absolutely hilarious, Eveland. It makes me wanna ditch this stupid project. Why didn't you wake me up??” You replied, each word dripping in heavy sarcasm.

‘You looked too pretty to be disturbed,’ is what his tongue itches to say, but then he settles for a simple, “You looked peaceful, and I was afraid you might bite my hand away if I do so,” instead.

With that, you couldn't help but roll your eyes with a small, almost discreet smile covering your pink lips. But he notices. He catches every fucking thing about you— the way your eyes contain the entire galaxy when you gets excited over the smallest little things, the way your cheeks flush a hue of baby pink almost entirely, or even how you're ever so clumsy— knocking things over frequently while hurting yourself in the process, leaving you with cuts or bruises you don't even notice, let alone remember where you got them.

He would rather be hit by a fucking bus than to concede he started bringing extra bandages on his first aid kit because of you. (That's a big fat lie; he’d admit to anything if you do so much as act curious about whatever that is.). Okay, so maybe he is more than whipped. Pfft, it's cool. He's cool. He can handle it (NOT).

“Helloo?? Earth to Blue??” You wave your flimsy hand in his face, trying to get him out of his stupor. Huffing, you made another attempt by squeezing his left cheek, the one closest to you. But he’s still in a daze, for whatever odd reason. So you decided to get closer, leaning until you’re only centimeters apart. That seems to do the trick, though. It feels like he’s staring at you, carefully engraving your soul into memory.

He’s hooked. And, well, maybe a bit screwed as well. For whatever reason, you were like a siren beckoning— bewitching him to just come closer. Closer to his demise. Closer to you.

And he can’t seem to find it in himself to care.

Oh well.

Turns out, from the split second he was contemplating whatever the fuck happened to his life, you also somehow got lost in his awaiting olive eyes. For whatever reason, you can’t seem to look away, as if he’s trapping you in place, effectively keeping you in a trance.

And fuck, when his fishnet-covered hand slowly comes up to tuck your fringe off your face, you think you might as well just combust right then and there. Time never seems to resume when he’s near, as his hands slowly travel up, caressing your hair as if you were something so delicate. It was soft— the way he pats your head, ruffling your hair just a tad bit.

“I kind of zoned out, didn’t I?” He whispered, afraid that if he spoke an octave higher, the bubble both of you unknowingly created would burst so suddenly. He’s always so damn gentle with you. You’re his soft spot. Because somehow, someway, you climbed into his guarded heart, making a hole in it to live inside indefinitely— possibly forever. He doesn’t think you’re even aware of it.

“Let’s continue? I’m sure you wanted to sleep some more,” he pulls away, but not without letting his hand slightly linger on the spot on the top of your head. Gosh, you make him insane. “Yeah—… Mhm, yeah. I… I think we should.” You stumble through your words, still quite not comprehending what the fuck happened just a few seconds ago, with a light flush dusting your cheeks.

“Are you alright? You seem quite feverish.” And he even has the fucking audacity to look smug. You forgot that the asshole likes to tease you just as much as the others. “Okay, yeah. That’s enough, Smurfette. I think it’s because of that damn berry you fed me earlier,” you quickly fib, snapping out of the spell he put you in earlier.

“My god, quill. Strawberries are not berries. I told you that already!” He poked, chuckling at your antics.

“Whatever.”

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uhm, hi! how was that for a formal introduction? (i still have no idea for the school name btw)

art by @/kazusasn on twitter (X)

After a while of begging Shu finally convinced you to learn how to play valorant

"I promise it's not that hard, I'll be right here teaching you" he says as he pats his lap "I'm not sit- fine"

You sit down in his lap and he grabs you arms gently "I'll show you the controls first" after that he goes through what each button and click does while his hands are on top of yours

"do you understand now?" your not sure you do considering he's being quite distracting but you agree anyways, Shu starts up a match and lets go of you "you got this"

After a couple of games let's just say he was completely wrong, you do not have this "ughhh this is too hard" you whine out as you lean down to put your head on his desk, Shu wraps one arm around you, pulling you back up against him instead, using the other hand to hold your face "you'll get it soon babe, you've been doing great for your first time" he kisses your cheek and lets go of your face

You blush and turn back to the screen to hide your face "shut up.." Shu laughs at you and rest his head on your shoulder

After a while you finally win a round. "Yes! I'm actually so good at this game, the best" as you turn to shu, he smiles and kisses your forehead "the best my love"

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