Kyra

Puppy Flame Reaver from that one au just getting jealous that people are taking Phainon’s attention from him

He’s pouting, very much pouting (maybe growing)

I don’t know anymore!!!!!!!

i offer some small growls hfghdh

more spicy phcst yuri sketches idk

puppy top gets spoiled by her gfs, more at 11

Where reader's last day of high school doesn't go quite as they planned, ending with their deskmate as their new partner for life.

Characters: Phainon ; word count: 1.1k

a/n: Got inspo from all the graduation posts I saw my senior friends doing lmao;;; Senioritis will be catching up to me soon methinks...

𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐍 .✦ ݁˖ "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐧𝐨𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤? 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞."

You stuffed the rest of your breakfast into your mouth as you ran through the school entrance. 

8:00am sharp. Phew.

Your hand twitched just a millisecond before you decided to slide open your classroom door, then filed straight up to your face, desperately wiping away any sebum and crumbs that landed on your face while heading to school. 

Walking into your classroom looking all sweaty and dishevelled isn’t really a good way to end your high school life, after all.

“Partner! You’re finally here!” 

As you made your way to your seat, your hands started to feel even clammier. The butterflies in your stomach weren’t exactly helping, having converted your breakfast into flusteredness rather than some much-needed clarity. 

You couldn’t bear to sneak a glance at your desk partner, not when you knew that it would be the last chance you’d get to

Yet, your eyes decided to work against your will. 

The Sun always seemed to favour Phainon more than others. What had been scorching rays of sunlight was now gently dancing around Phainon’s presence, with streaks of radiance timidly peeking out from behind him. The boy before you had somehow achieved the feat of eclipsing the Sun itself.

You couldn't help but wonder how the sunlight always managed to bounce off Phainon’s chiseled features in such an impeccable way. It’d find its way down his brow bone, then slide all the way down along his defined nose bridge, then scatter to the small drops of sweat gathered on his upper lip. The Sun accentuated the gleam in his eyes even more, mixing in hints of warmth and passion into preexisting ambition. 

And all of a sudden, you weren’t staring at Phainon’s side profile anymore. Instead, you were staring straight into the subject of your internal tangent. 

“Partner?”

Phainon tilted his head, letting his signature tuft of hair bounce in tandem. Oh, he definitely caught you staring. Though the obvious tug at his lips gave away the giddiness he was feeling inside. Hell, if he had a tail, it’d definitely be wagging. 

The obnoxious blaring of the school bell gave you no chance to explain yourself, at least, not until the graduation ceremony was over. 

–

The sight of hundreds of graduates scattered in front of the school entrance made you realise that your school days were really, truly over. 

You wanted to leave no regrets behind, to act carefreely as a student, to scamper around the campus with your friends again, to stifle your snickers after pulling a prank on a teacher. Memories were rushing into your mind in relentless waves, tugging at your heartstrings like a lifeline. 

But time doesn’t stop for anyone, let alone a high-schooler. 

Before you knew it, tears were streaming down your face. Raw, scorching blobs of reminiscence scratched along your tear tracks, hard enough to form sparks. Your eyes darted around your surroundings, searching for somewhere, or someone, to ground yourself.

Your legs took you to the person closest to you. You gave a sharp tug at the sleeve of their uniform, maybe with a bit too much force. 

“Whoa! What’s up, partner?” 

Oh. Oh no.

Not Phainon. Anyone but Phainon. 

No. Not like this. This can’t be your last impressions of each other.  You were supposed to look Phainon in the eyes for one last time, wave, and take your final stride away from high school. Phainon? He was supposed to stay as the high-school crush that you never had the guts to confess to. 

Your eyes remained stuck to the ground, not out of spite, but out of fear. The last thing you wanted to see was Phainon’s reaction to whatever this mess was that you’d created. This was it. Your last impression on Phainon would be some excuse of a crybaby deskmate. Great. 

All that sentiment you had just a few minutes prior had vanished into thin air. More than anything, you just wanted to leave. Maybe dig a hole somewhere. Preferably through the core of the Earth. 

The last thing you expected to feel was Phainon’s warm hand grasping your wrist when you tried to walk away. 

Phainon's eyes searched your own in frantic darts. Though, it didn’t feel familiar to you. It wasn’t like the helpless glances he’d throw at you after struggling on a math question for minutes, nor like the desperate “puppy eyes” he’d look at you with when asking for notes. This time, his eyes begged for you to stay. And Phainon said exactly that…and some more.

“Stay.” 

“…Why?”

“Because the sunlight looks beautiful on you right now. Just like how you always glow under the golden rays of the Sun, especially when we had to stay ‘till sundown to finish that project.”

You chuckled, amused at the fact that Phainon was a man with some attention to detail. All these years, you spent your time staring at the Sun, your Sun. Yet, you never realised that the Sun was staring right back at you with even more love than you had for him. Every beam of light you’d ever seen was radiated just for you. To you, Phainon was the Sun. To him, you were what kept the Sun from dimming.

You mustered up the remaining courage lingering in your heart.

“Will this be the last sunset we see together?” 

Phainon was silent, like the scene unfolding before him was too surreal to be happening.

Phainon linked his hand, with yours, almost tentatively, without saying a single word. He smiled, looking down at your intertwined hands that glowed under the sky’s slow blush towards nightfall. 

“As high-school students? Maybe.”

“As partners? This’ll be the first.” 

As always, Phainon was able to quell your sadness with his warmth and sincerity. 

“You know, the Sun really does kiss you beautifully,” Phainon starts. One look at him, and you knew what he was about to do. Your flushed face now looked more akin to sunburnt than sun-kissed. It only got worse when Phainon slowly shortened the distance between you two, inching closer and closer with suppressed yearning. 

Phainon really did feel as warm as the Sun. You couldn’t tell if his lips were so warm because of the heat, or because of his racing heart.

You spent your high-school life looking at the Sun, without realising that you wouldn’t be able to see him if he didn’t decide to shine light on you. The Sun wasn’t as unattainable as you thought, maybe a little hotter. Definitely a lot hotter.

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you had me at fure 🖤

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