#wirth x reader

Agito Tyrone:

What is the meaning of life without pain?

To him, pain is the pulse of life. Every wound, whether physical or emotional, serves as a reminder that he is alive, that he is capable of feeling. Pain is not just a companion—it is an addiction, a source of pleasure that fills an inexplicable void. Without pain, happiness to him is merely an illusion, a shadow devoid of meaning.

This morning, the sun shines brightly, but the sight of you with someone else cuts Agito deeper than any blade ever could. He stands in silence, letting the feeling flow through him like a sweet poison. He loves the sensation—the sorrow, the sting, and the bitterness. He does not hesitate to share it with Hippo, as though this pain is a small victory worth celebrating. When you look at him with confusion and disgust as he confesses his feelings for you, he revels in every second. Your gaze is a beautiful insult, a crown of suffering that makes him feel whole.

Agito loves you. Even though you belong to someone else, even though you ask him to set aside his pride and disappear from your life, he still loves you. No, he does not seek reciprocation—he seeks rejection. To him, nothing is more gratifying than being turned away by you, destroyed by you, and cast aside again and again in front of everyone. He is broken, and he knows it. But in his brokenness, he finds joy, and in you, he finds the most exquisite pain.

Yet beneath it all, he still hopes. A small hope he hides behind the mask of despair. A hope for even the smallest kindness from you. You are a paradox to his soul—his wound and his healer. You are the one who inflicts the sharpest pain, yet also the smile he longs for as a child longs for their mother.

Agito wants to see you smile again, even if it means enduring a thousand new wounds. To him, your smile is an ending worthy of any suffering.

Wirth Mádl:

To him, you are the obstacle that always stands between him and his small dreams. You, with your brilliance, are constantly praised by the teachers. Your grades are exceptional, always impressing everyone. It’s just a minor record, but to him, it’s something he longs for. Wirth, who is used to winning, sees you as a challenge. Competing with you is an honor because no one has ever managed to defeat him—except his older brother.

The day of the exam passed like the wind, smooth and swift, yet something felt off. You seemed so ambitious in your studies, yet still had friends and supporters around you. Everyone loved you, praised you, and cheered you on. But Wirth? No one ever looked at him, let alone praised him. He was used to it. But this time, the feeling was too heavy. His tears broke free, uncontrollable. He wanted to be noticed. He wanted everyone to know how difficult his journey had been. But reality said otherwise—he lost.

As he sank into despair, you came. With an outstretched hand, you tried to help him stand. But Wirth, consumed by shame and frustration, rejected it. He rejected everything, convinced that he would be better off alone. But that conviction crumbled in an instant. His life felt like a sinking ship, slowly drowning in a sea of despair. And in those moments, you pulled him back. With your extended hand, you saved him from ruin.

This time, he gave in to his ego. He accepted your hand, your warm embrace, and the kindness he had never felt before. In your presence, he found something he had lost—the courage to face life, not with hatred, but with hope.

Now, Wirth lives happily with you. You are the one who changed everything. With you, he gazes at a beautiful sunset, realizing that life is not always about winning or losing, but about the people who stay by your side no matter what.