#si lan

NetEase men vs Hoyo men.

Heh... Men.

The original premise of this fic was "hey wouldn't it be funny if you inflicted Lars Rorschach (rich, annoying) on Clarence (autistic law student)" and it turns out the answer, if you're me, is that actually it would be a ~144k treatise on the nature of love as a transformational force which requires terrifying faith. But also I do think it was pretty funny.

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Rating: E Word Count: ~144k once fully posted Pairing: Lars Rorschach/Clarence Clayden Summary:

"You're a talented kid, Clarence," says Rorschach. "If you were a little closer to graduating, I'd be taking you for myself already."

Or: When St. Shelter Academia decides to recruit Lars Rorschach, an internationally renowned CEO, as a guest lecturer, it's Clarence's responsibility as the president of the Student Council to court him. He'll have to be flexible if he wants to make a good impression.

(1.4k, birthday drinking & kissing & fade to black)

happy birthday to clarence, lovebrush global, and me! c:

Clarence doesn’t drink a lot. For one, he dislikes the taste of alcohol, even if it’s been thoroughly sweetened.

But today’s a special occasion, which is why you managed to get him to relent and sweep him off to a quaint bar downtown for your shared birthday treat.

“Don’t drink too much, and don’t order more than two,” he reminds you sternly, passing your cocktail into your hands, even though the both of you know he’s extra soft on you today.

You let out a small squeal of excitement as you take hold of the cool glass, feeling very sensitively the juxtaposition of his warm fingers brushing against yours. He watches patiently as you raise the glass for a sip, pleasure settling on your face that can only have come from a lot of sugar.

“How is it?”

“Fruity,” you reply, smacking your lips, relishing in the lingering taste of citrus. “And sweet. You try it!”

Clarence takes the glass and lifts it to his mouth, deliberately teasing his lips directly on the spot you drank from.

Clarence Clayden, president of the student council at St. Shelter Academia and your boyfriend.

Clarence Clayden, your boyfriend who takes reading instructions very, very seriously. Be it baking instructions or mechanical building instructions.

Clarence Clayden, your boyfriend who is just as kind as he is strict. Despite his firm outside demeanor, you always find it amusing how animals are naturally drawn to him, instinctively sensing his soft, compassionate nature.

Clarence Clayden, your boyfriend who, despite his position, doesn't let you get away with everything or anything at all. If everyone else follows the rules, then you will too.

Clarence Clayden, your boyfriend whose new fashion styles you always look forward to. Making sure to take a photo when you go on dates.

Clarence Clayden, your boyfriend whom you often use as a muse when painting. It's very easy to create pieces attributed to leadership, a dependable presence, and authority when you have a living, walking inspiration that's always eager to help.

Clarence Clayden, your boyfriend who tracks your period, sleep schedule, workout schedule, and diet plans without missing a step, on top of everything else that he has on his plate. Despite your insistence that he doesn't need to do all that, he assures you that it's not a burden, it's something he enjoys doing. You think it's comforting—except when he starts berating you over text about how much your sleep schedule has been unbalanced.

Clarence Clayden, who always reminds you to study whenever exams draw close. Offering to spend time studying with you. Offering to explain things you don't understand. He always makes things much easier to grasp, though sometimes everything completely flies off your head. Even then, he's always patient enough to try breaking everything down for your sake for as many times as it takes.

Clarence Clayden, whom you text and call more than you see due to the fact that he's often busy. Whether with the council or away from Harp Island. Having someone with such a responsible reputation as your own is something to be proud of, but you always worry if he's pushing himself too hard.

Clarence Clayden, whom you remind over the phone to dress warmly, eat healthy, and take breaks, only to get straight answers that he's already done that or has made plans to.

Clarence Clayden, whom you begin missing seriously whenever he's away on an assignment for the school. Your loneliness becomes more emphasized whenever you go to feed the pigeons alone. And with each automatic notification or message he sends you to stay hydrated, eat fruit, or take breaks, you miss him even more. He might be annoying sometimes with how much he nags, but it still feels empty when he's not doing it in person.

Clarence Clayden, whom you feel a buildup of jealousy and possessiveness toward the longer he's away from you. Spending his time with someone else. Helping them, nagging them, correcting them while you wait all alone for his return.

Clarence Clayden, whose phone calls you keep your muddled thoughts away from. Making sure to just ask after his health, well-being, and work in order not to become another burden on him.

Clarence Clayden, who can always immediately tell when something is up with you. Even if he doesn't press the issue, he'd prefer you bring it up so you can both clear things together.

Clarence Clayden, who feels lonely himself whenever his little painter isn't close by, and even more lonely when you don't express your mutual affection regardless of how far you are from each other.

Clarence Clayden, who's never afraid or reluctant to tell you how much he misses you or that he loves you, and fully expects you to say it right back, confidently reassuring you that he wants you to say such things more often. “You love him.” “You want him.” “You miss him.”

Clarence Clayden, who secretly smiles over the phone whenever you share your feelings back. The little words of affection always make him happier than he shows.

Clarence Clayden, who always tries to see his girlfriend the moment he returns to Harp Island. Surprising you by waiting outside your classes. Whatever gift he brought back with him, hanging by his side. His face always brightens up whenever you rush over to hug him. His hands securing you close to himself. Tucking his head beside yours as he whispers the words he says on the phone in person, in whatever language he feels like. Even if you're not familiar with the language, you know what it means no matter what form it takes. The warmth spreading through your veins as you bury your nose in his clothes:

“I missed you.”

but i think what stood out the most to me in particular is this casual remark from clarence

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"i'm actually worried you won't come back to the student council."

this statement, while simplistic in nature, holds a lot of meaning for what clarence wants with with his relationship with mc going forward. at this point in time, i think it's safe to assume that he has noticed mc disappearing twice already & as seen in the white day stories, he's scared that the next time mc disappears once again, she may never come back anymore to him.

so the fact that he willingly offered his key to his drawer in the student council to share his space with mc, speaks volumes, on how he wants to share his space, his whole self with mc from hereon after.