#sakura.writes

Don Quixote

Does! Not! Care!!!!!

Probably really excited about having a sleepover with you

There will most likely be a pillow fight, even if it's just you two throwing one singular pillow at each other

However those shoes are not leaving her feet sooo… good luck

Moves a lot in her sleep, will most likely end up with her arm on your face and her leg over your body

She's oh so sweet though so you can't truly get mad

Ryoshu

Congratulations on getting the chance to sleep on the floor

Share the bed? I.Y.D.

Call me a hater, I just can't see anything else from what I've seen of her so far (Canto 5)

Maybe. MAYBE if she really liked you then she'd let you in the bed

But she would probably cuddle with her sword over you 

Meursault

He is similar to Faust in the sense that he is also saying a bunch of nonsense, but his speech boils down to "both of you need good sleep so you should share the bed"

Will not converse with you in the slightest, will simply tell you to sleep

Falls asleep at 10 pm flat and then becomes a rock until 6 am

If he likes you though, you may sense the slightest shift of his body towards your direction

Subtle to the point that you'd think you're imagining things

Hong Lu

Another person that I think would be fine with it

However him and his rich boy tendencies will make him take up most of the bed

I feel like his actions would change drastically depending on how he felt about you

If he felt neutral or mainly platonic, then I feel like he'd just end up intertwining limbs with you as he hogged most of the bed

But if he liked you, he'd be a bit more sly, taking the opportunity to cuddle with you

His hair would be oh so soft… but you would most likely end up somehow wrapped up inside of it by the time morning comes

Also if you couldn't sleep then you two would do skincare together

Heathcliff

He's fairly chill about it

I don't see him flipping out about it, but he's not super excited either

But if he likes you? Oh, then that's a different story

Desperately trying to keep his cool and seem impressive while in reality he's just kind of flailing around

If any of his actions make you laugh, he won't know if to feel happy or offended

Will take him a while to fall asleep, but once he does he'll end up holding you in his arms

Ishmael

Now this is the one person that I think has a truly normal reaction

She really just is chill with it regardless

She usually leaves her hair out when she sleeps, but she'd be willing to braid it for your comfort

If you offer to do it for her, she'll act normal but feel really happy about it

Ends up slightly curling up against you, absorbing your warmth

Probably the best sleep she's had in a while

Rodya

She's pretty happy about this arrangement

She gets to spend time with you and get some extra warmth? Win win

Will no doubt pull out a deck of cards from who knows where and play a couple of rounds with you

She's willing to lose a few games, but she will make sure she's the winner overall 

Will most likely end up bear hugging you to sleep

Sinclair

He is so freaking nervous he thinks he's going to combust into flames

Offers several times to sleep on the floor, half for your sake and half for his

He's so nervous that he can't even remember how he normally acts

If he likes you and Ryoshu knows about it, then he might recite some of her horrible advice in his head just to keep his cool

Will not sleep a single minute that night, but will be very very giddy in the morning 

Outis

Not delighted by this circumstance, but she'll make it work

From what I've seen, Outis doesn't really like being vulnerable, and this situation is just about as vulnerable as it could get

Starts rattling on about how you two cannot cause any issues to the Executive Manager, and therefore you must both get adequate rest

In other words, she wants to share the bed

Falls asleep in 5 minutes flat, and probably ends up slightly curling up against you

Will fully deny all allegations in the morning though

Gregor

Not a fan of this arrangement in the slightest

It's not about you at all, rather it's about him and his arm

Will refuse to share the bed with you, saying that he'll sleep on the floor and that's final

Above anything he could want, he doesn't want to hurt you

Will talk with you about whatever you want until you fall asleep

He might watch you for a bit during the night, wondering about what could've been if he wasn't a monster

"Well, you could've opened with that," you huff, but the corners of your mouth give you away.

"Indeed. But that would have not led to such an amusing exchange, no?" Yi Sang asks.

"I suppose not…" Despite getting the answer you wanted, you can't help but feel as if you lost somehow.

Noting your dissapointment, he quickly changes the focus of the conversation. "Perhaphs I would become a worm besides you, and we could venture through the soil together," Yi Sang muses.

"And we could go on adventures!" you exclaim, your mood bouncing back twicefold. "I wonder how far we could travel as worms? We wouldn't have to bring anything, so there'd be no luggage, but…"

As you continue to ramble, Yi Sang watches you fondly. He kisses you again, this time on the lips, and smiles. No matter how much he may tease or prod, in the end he would never wish for a universe without you.

Hong Lu

"Hmmm, what type of worm would you be?" Hong Lu questions

"Um… a cute one?" you answer weakly.

"Well, obviously~" he hums. "If you're a worm, then of course you'd be cute."

A blush spreads across your cheeks. Despite him being your boyfriend, you still can't get used to his spontaneuous compliments. "I– um, thanks?"

He giggles at your response, and gives you a soft kiss on your forehead. "Hmmm, if you were as cute as you are now… probably?"

The blush is instantly replaced with a pout as you turn your head to the floor. "It wouldn't kill you to be more confident in your response," you mutter in a sulky tone.

"Awww, is my baby pouting~?" he teases. "I'd love you, but probably not as much as right now. After all, I love you as you, not a worm."

"So what you're saying is that you need my appearance, huh?" you prod. In reality, you're already satisfied with his answer, but there's a tiny part of you that just wants to push further.

"Can the worm give me these sulky questions? Can the worm braid my hair out of boredom? Can the worm tell me stories about their childhood and get angry when I laugh?" he asks sincerely.

"I– I guess not," you answer.

"See? Even if it was you, it wouldn't be the person I fell in love with." He kisses you on the forehead again, before squishing your cheeks. "Now, have you had enough? Or would you like me to prove just how much I love you~?"

"I, um, maybe another time!" you squeak, leading to Hong Lu giggling again. He truly, truly adores you.

Heathcliff

"Gah? What's this nonsense you're blubbering about?" Heathcliff asks in confusion.

"I said, would you love me if I was a worm?" you repeat, looking at him pointedly.

"I heard the damn question. I just ain't got a clue what the point of this rubbish is," he grumbles.

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. While Heathcliff could be rather sharp, his brain seemed to turn into mush in momemnt like these.

"What are you getting frustrated for? …Ah fine, I'll give you your bloody answer. Happy now?" he concedes, holding his hands up in the air.

"Very," you hum in satisfaction.

Heathcliff ponders the question, making a couple of noises of bewilderment along the way. "Probably, as long as you didn't find me when I'm hungry."

"Excuse me?!" you exclaim.

He smirks a little at that, booping you on the nose. "Trust me love, you don't want to know what I've eaten down in the backstreets. A worm would be the least of my stomach's problems."

"So you're saying," you fume. "That you would eat a worm, knowing it was me, just because you were hungry?!"

Quickly realizing the error in his words, Heathcliff instantly denies it. "It's a joke, love, a joke! I'd love you, okay? Worm or not."

"If you ever turn into a worm, I'll burn you over the grill," you pout.

"Ah, look I'm sorry!" he exclaims. He turns you around to face him and gives you a kiss on the lips. "Does this make it up?"

"… Date on the next place we stop. Then I'll let you off the hook."

"What if we end up in a fight? You want me to court you among the corpses?" he questions.

"Heathcliff~!" you whine, crossing your arms.

He laughs at your reaction, ruffling your hairs. He loves you to the moon and back, even if he did consider eating you as a worm.

You steel your nerves and say, “Hi Jin”. He doesn’t say anything, clearly waiting for something specific.

You take a deep breath, clear your throat, and ask, “Would you dance with me?”

A satisfied smirk spreads across his face, as he leans in whispers “I thought you’d never ask.”

His cold breath caresses your ear, and suddenly all of your thoughts fly out of your head. He takes your hand and leads you to the center of the dance floor, sweeping you into an elegant waltz. Even though his fingers were cold, his touch seemed to burn, and you couldn’t tell if you wanted to flee or stay in that moment forever. 

Haku

It's a cold night at Hotarubi, the rain pouring just as it always does. You decided to spend the night over at the dorm after you spent too long talking with everyone at tea time. You pull the futon out of the closet, spreading it out properly on the tatami mats. Just as you finish and you're about to change into your pajamas, you hear a knock on the door.

"Hey princess? It's me."

You open your door to see Haku standing there awkwardly, his uniform damp and his white collar shirt slightly transparent.

"Do you… mind if I stay in your room for a bit? My roof has a hole in it and the water won't stop dripping onto my futon."

"Oh um. Of-of course! Come in."

Don't think about that, don't think about that, don't think about that.

The two of you spend a couple of minutes in awkward silence, neither of you sure what to do. The rain pours down every the same, the sound of the drizzle soothing your nerves. Occasionally, a bit of lightning strikes, but nothing too loud. In this moment the world feels so cozy and comforting, you almost wish that you could always stay at Hotarubi. As the two of you sit, you both split off into seperate activites. You decide to read a book that Subaru lended you, while Haku plays his flute. The melody that flows out is almost divine, a pure and soulful song that almost brings tears to your eyes.

"Hey Haku? By any chance, would you like to dance with me?"

The question makes Haku stop and turn towards you with an incredulous look.

"Dance? With me? What's this about princess?"

"Nothing. I just… really liked the song you just played on the flute."

His face instantly goes soft, a warm smile blooming across his face.

"Why of course, my lady. This dance is yours."

The two of you start of with a waltz, just like your dances at Frostheim. But as the dance goes on, it slowly devolves. Haku spins you five times in a row, you try a fancy move and end up falling down, and both of you are laughing far too much for any of this to be formal. Every time Haku tries to regain his composure, something else happens and his face breaks out into a massive grin all over again. There's no ball or fancy chandellier. Instead, there's a worn down dorm room and a flickering lightbulb overhead. Instead of music, there is Haku's joyful laughter and the ambient sounds of wind. It's nothing short of silly, but for you, it's the most magical night you've ever had.

Towa

After helping Haru with the animals, you decide to stay at Jabberwock overnight instead of making the arduous trek back home. Luckily for you, the dorm has plenty of extra rooms after all of the general students were removed. Unfortunately for you, you have a very clingy Towa that has no plans of letting you sleep.

"Dandelionnn~ Come on, let's go see the stars!"

You'd already changed into your pajamas when Towa barged in your room uninvited.

"Now? I'm not in the best clothe- Woah!"

Clearly Towa didn't go there asking for an answer, because he was already pulling you out the door before you could tell him otherwise. He ran across the grassy fields at terrifyingly fast speeds, while you did your best to keep up.

"To-Towa! Slow down!"

He finally turned around to look at you, realizing you were lagging behind.

"My Dandelion in so cute~ Don't worry, I'll carry you!"

He quickly scoops you into his arms before jumping into the air, flying around 20 feet above the ground. He travels across the night sky, spinning around and laughing as he takes you to the top of the hill. When the two of you arrive, he plops down on the grass and pats the ground, inviting you to do the same.

"I love watching the stars. Hey Dandelion, do you know the story of that constellation. A long time ago-"

Towa explains the stories of countless different constellations, although there's a clear focus on love throughout all of them. Meanwhile, you simply listen with a keen ear, a small smile on your face from how animated he is. As he tells you the story of the fifth constellation, you can feel yourself driting asleep.

Must… stay… awake…

Determined to hear the end of the story, you hum a quiet tune under your breath to keep yourself awake.

"Hey Dandelion, what song is that? It sounds so pretty~"

Before you realize it, Towa is holding your hand with an excited look in his eyes. You can almost see him jumping with anticipation, and you can't help but laugh to yourself.

"Towa, do you want to dance? I can hum the song while we do so."

You take a breath, gently tugging on his sleeve as you ask, "Why do you always nuzzle into the crook of my neck?"

"Ah, have my actions perhaps been making you uncomfortable? My apologies, I-"

"No no no!" you cut him off. "It's just… whenever you lift your head you look wistful, sad almost."

A sense of realization settles on his face, his eye turning away to look at a rather uninteresting corner. He dons that look again, the one where he looks like his next actions could crumble the floor underneath his feet.

"May I rest my head on your shoulder as I talk? It's… not a conversation I would be keen to make with eye contact."

'Because I'm scared of how you'll react' are the unsaid words that linger between you two. But you agree regardless, softly patting your shoulder to beckon him. His hair tickles your cheek, and you can't help but brush your hand through it.

"It's simply because of your scent," he finally whispers after a minute of silence. "Whenever I catch a hint of it, it always reminds me of the days where my eyes still glimmered with hope."

"You've mentioned my scent before," you reply quietly.

He nods his head slightly. "Indeed. You carry the strong scent of camellias in spring."

"Camellias…?" you ask. As far as you knew, none of the soaps or shampoos you used smelled of camellias.

"Mhm," he affirms. "They remind me of my old dreams, my old colleagues. They may have left on their own paths in the ripples of time, but those memories are still ones that I hold fondly."

There was a part of you that stung, knowing that one of the reasons he kept you close was his overwhelming sense of nostalgia. But when had anything between the two of you ever been normal? You shared the same path not out of a sense of duty or admiration, but rather a twisted desire to see the sparks of the world shine again for the first time. In the end, your relationship was built on that nostalgia, so who were you to curse it?

Slowly, you pull your hand away from his hair. "I see. Would you like me to procure something camellia scented for this room? It might take a bite out of the budget, but I'm sure it'd be fine."

He scowls at your statement. Not a small downturn of his lips, not a huff of annoyance, but a proper scowl. "Tell me, for what purpose would that object serve, when I have you by my side? Would that candle have some sort of magic imbued in it that allowed me to rest on its shoulder? Would it converse with me when my heart was clambering with fear? May that mystical candle of yours keep me company in these tiring days?"

You sit there, stunned. In your entire time by his side, you had never seen Yi Sang get angry once. In fact, you'd essentially come to believe that it was an emotion that he didn't have.

"N-no, I just thought if you wanted to be reminded of the past, then perhaps I could find a way for it to not require keeping someone in your presence," you stutter.

"Do you tire of me?" he questions.

"No!" you exclaim. "If you'd have me, then I would be more than willing to stay. It's just that I didn't want you to have to keep me by your side if you felt like there was no other purpose."

He lifts his hand to your head, but instead of ruffling your hair as he usually would, he flicks your forehead with a resounding thwack!

"Hey!" you shout, lifting your hand to shield yourself from further attacks.

"I know that this may be a rather hypocritical statement coming from me, but it would please me greatly if you valued yourself more," Yi Sang worries softly, properly running his hand through your hair this time. "You are far more than simple nostalgia to me, and I wish that you could see it. I… know that perhaps it doesn't seem that way, that my actions are simply seated in selfishness. But along with it, there is care. So please, view yourself in a kinder light."

"I-okay," you stammer, still shocked by the sight that you'd witnessed mere seconds ago.

"Promise me," he requests.

"I promise to value myself more in the future. Happy?" you smile.

"May I… request one more vow?" he sheepishly asks.

You nod, knowing all too well that there are very few requests of him that you would ever deny, if any at all.

"Promise to stay with me until I draw my last breath."

You stare at him for a second, before smiling warmly. "Haven't I already promised that before?"

"Is it such a sin to desire to hear it a second time?" he asks, his lips forming a small pout.

You giggle again, this time carefully intertwining your fingers with his. "Of course not. I promise to stay with you until your last breath, and ever beyond."

"Do you not remember what happened last time when you tried to make potatoes?" The question is more of a formality than anything. There's no doubt that he remembers, because it's what you use as your refusal every time he tries to sneak into the kitchen to cook again.

While you continued to fret about the various dangers about letting him into the kitchen, Yi Sang stared at you with silent adoration. You looked like an angry baby chick, squawking as loudly as you can without being even the slightest bit intimidating. He had always liked that about you, the way that you weren't scared of him.

Unable to keep his composure any longer, Yi Sang lets out a small chuckle. The corners of his eye crinkles, and his lips curve into a proper grin. "Worry not, for they have not sprouted."

The world seems to halt on its axis when he laughs. The breeze stops to listen, the sun shines brighter only if to illuminate his smile for a second longer. He… he laughed. In your entire time at the alliance, he'd never come close to laughing. Perhaps the slightest smile here and there, but most of the time he wore the same, apathetic expression.

But now, he's beaming with joy. Your heart seems to beat faster and faster, warmth spreading through your cheeks as you stare at him.

"…Hello? Are you alright? If you are unwell, I shall request the phsycia–"

"No! No, I'm fine," you reassure, pulling yourself together. You nod at him to insist that you're okay, and instantly all of the tension leaves his body.

"As long as you feel well, then it is no issue to me. Now, would you be willing to join me for the meal?" You see that same spark of hope in his eye again, and your heart begins to stutter again.

"Alright, alright. You win this round," you grumble, but you can feel the smile blooming on your face.

"I am pleased to hear so. Now, I will–"

"On one condition. I will be the cook," you tell him with a pointed stare.

The flowers on his skin droop as his lips form a pout, and your defense almost cracks.

"…Alright then. I shall grant you this victory," he sighs, but he too has a small smile dancing on his lips.

As the two of you walk to the kitchen, you talk about various things, none of much significance. The both of you avoid the topic of work, lest your lunch is cancelled in favor of a pile of documents.

When you enter the kitchen, you can smell the faint aroma of the food that was cooked there before the two of you came inside. While you decide to appreciate the aroma, Yi Sang goes to the back of the room and begins searching through a sack. After a couple of seconds, he raises his hand in victory.

"It is as I said. They have not yet began to sprout." It was, objectively, the bare minimum, but the pride on his face made you want to praise him to the moon and back.

"Well done. Now, wait for me to finish cooking it." You roll back your sleeves and begin to prepare. Meanwhile, Yi Sang stares at the knives with a look of envy.

"…If you wish, I'll allow you to cut the potatoes," you concede.

Instantly, he springs up in excitement and gets to work. For his credit, he doesn't cut his fingers, although he does come close.

After about 30 minutes, the food is ready and both of you are positively starving.

"Mhm! This actually tastes good!" you exclaim.

"While I am not necessarily joyful over your lack of faith in me, I do agree that it tastes excellent," he comments.

"You know, we should do this again." The room goes silent, and you instantly regret your question.

"… You would like to join me for another meal?" He stares at the wall, as if the moment he looks you in the eyes you'll turn him down.

"Well, I wouldn't have suggested it if I didn't want to, no?" You stab a piece of potato with your fork and hold it out in front of him. "These taste good, right? Next time, I'll make even more."

He turns towards you, seemingly wondering if something will suddenly go wrong. When it doesn't, he looks at you with a sigh of relief. "I would rather like that. However…" Suddenly, he leans forward and bites the piece of potato off of the fork. "Next time, I shall be the one at the stove-top."

As you sit there flustered, a smirk spreads across Yi Sang's lips. "Thank you for the meal, Dear."

He pats you on the head and exits the room, clearly pleased with himself. The final brain cells in your head shut down in defeat, your hands lifting up to comb through the strands he touched.

"Next time…" you mumble. There's no doubt that the food will be burnt at best, inedible at worst. And yet, you can't help but feel excited for it.

Pulling yourself together, you walk out of the room, and you find Yi Sang waiting there for you.

"Didn't you go back to the room?" you inquire.

"That was the plan, indeed, but I felt that it would be rather rude to leave you in there alone," he confesses.

You stare at him for a little bit, before bursting out into laughter. "That whole cool exit… for it to end in this?"

"Well, I suppose I am glad that I have bought you some amusement," he sulks. "Now come on, let us leave."

He begins speed walking back to the room, and as you jog to catch up, you can't help but notice the beautiful shade of red dyeing his ears.