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Drawing on His Face
Bakugou just looked too cute while he slept.Â
You didnât understand how he could be so handsome even while unconscious. He retained his adorable little scowl, like something managed to piss him off even as he napped.Â
Bakugou shouldâve known better than to sleep while you were around. He shouldâve known better than to give you the key to his dorm. And he shouldâve known better than to trust you wholeheartedly. Silly Bakugou. Silly, silly Bakugou.Â
You uncapped your permanent marker with a cheeky grin. This would be the perfect payback for when Bakugou squished your face in public yesterday. You then lowered your marker onto his soft cheek, doodling god knows what without remorse. Nothing obscene, of course. But by the end his face was covered in your handiwork.Â
You were putting the finishing touches when he finally woke up.Â
âWHAT THE HELL?!â
Bakugou grabbed you by the shoulders and flipped you over, pinning you down by sitting on your stomach.Â
âWhat were you doing?!â Bakugou snapped.
âNothing!â you lied, trying to break free from under him. âI wasnât doing anything!â
Bakugou spotted the marker that you dropped on his bed, right out of your reach. He snatched it before you could do anything else.Â
Bakugou held the marker away from you as he grabbed his phone to check his face. His phone camera clearly reflected the damage you dealt to him. He put the phone away, a dark look shadowing over his face.
âUm⊠Iâm sorry?â You raised a shaky smile.
âSorry doesnât cut it,â Bakugou muttered.Â
Bakugou drew forth the permanent marker, a feral grin now emerging.Â
You squealed as you tried to push him off but Bakugou fought through your frantic hands and scribbled all over your face, grumbling all the while. When he finished, Bakugou capped the marker and threw it across the room. Now neither of you could doodle anything anymore. You whined in frustration, annoyed that your face was totally ruined by his latest flash of creativity.Â
Bakugou inspected his penmanship. He cupped your jaw with one hand, his eyes relaxing as he gazed down upon your messy face.
âYou look good,â he said, softly.
âYou scribbled all over me!â
Bakugou scoffed. âYou did it first!â
âBecause youâre always teasing me! Why canât I tease you right back?â
âYou shouldâve been more careful if you didnât want to get caught!â
You knew he had a point, but you wouldnât admit it.Â
While still sitting on your stomach, Bakugou leaned down to hug your adorably angry self, squeezing the life out of your lungs.Â
âYa shouldnât have woken me up,â Bakugou said, snuggling into you. âIâve got you now⊠This is what you get for messing with me.â
You giggled as his face tickled your neck. âYouâre sooooo annoying!â
âAm not!â Bakugou growled, digging his face further into you.Â
Finally, Bakugou lifted his head and a look of surprise dawned on him. The markings on his face were smudged. He reached out to touch your neck and his fingers returned marked black. âCrapâŠâ
His new facial markings had smeared against your neck. Another annoyed look spread across your cute face.
âOh noâŠâ
âWELL ITâS NOT MY FAULT! THATâS WHY YOU SHOULDNâT HAVE DRAWN ON ME! NOW WE CANâT CUDDLE! THANKS A LOT!â Bakugou sighed. ââŠTch, you know what? I think Iâll cuddle you anyways.â
Bakugou angrily kissed your forehead, smudging some of his markings against yours. Blushing hard, Bakugou spat out a âBleh!â and wiped his mouth.Â
âTastes funny,â he said, eyeing your flustered face with a giddy look of his own. He dove back in to nuzzle your neck and to plant kiss after kiss.
To ensure that you never played that prank again, Bakugou insisted that you two sleep together from now on in the same bed. After all, you couldnât sneak off to get a permanent marker if he locked you in his arms for the night. He needed to make sure you stayed put.
At the very least, you didnât mind this idea.
#bakugou x reader#katsuki x you#bnha fanfiction#bnha x reader#bnha bakugou#x reader#reader insert#katsuki bakugou x reader#bakugo x reader#bakugo katsuki x reader#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugou x you#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou katuski x reader#bakugo x you#mha fanfiction#mha x reader#mha bakugou#katsuki x reader#bakugou x y/n#katsuki bakugo x y/n#katsuki x y/n#mha#my hero academia x reader#bnha fic#bnha
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Hermitcraft season 6 but Grian spends his time both pranking and hiding from the other hermits
Fun facts!
Lives in a little cliff/burrow near Mumbo's base
Raids any chicken coop he finds to collect the eggs
Has stolen the door hinges off of every building on the island at least once â he often hides nearby to watch the door fall over when a hermit tries to open it
Xisuma fully knows about the little avian on the server, but he doesn't mind Grian staying
Grian also knows that Xisuma knows he's there â the admin caught him once, when Grian first (uninvitedly) joined hermitcraft, but Xisuma let him go
Grian and Xisuma have a "I don't see anything if you didn't" relationship regarding Grian's pranks, because Grian caught Xisuma laying a trap in Cleo's base once, and hey, that's free blackmail.
He does take things from the shops, but he leaves little bits of diamond or iron or whatever he has as repayment. He's seen the honor system that the server hasâand he likes it.
He wants to participate and interact with the hermits and the games they playâbut he's too afraid to expose himself to them. So, he compromises by pranking them.
Might color this because â while I love the way the monochrome looks, the fact that it's not colored is driving me insane! I want to see the pretty colors!
Also! Sorry if the mention bothers you, but... @boiled-ginger-ale ! I tried my best to imitate your art style! What do you think?
(having a second look at their art, I did not at all get their style down, whoops. Ah wellâi tried : D)
Taglist:
@brick-a-doodle-do @i-am-beckyu @da3dm @kayla-crazy-stuffs @local-squishmallow @skullsnbruises @munchkin1156 @gt-daboss @coolest-moon
#mcyt g/t#mcyt gt#hermitcraft gt#?#hermitcraft g/t#yall are honna have to let me know what the general tag for the hermits are xD#hermits gt#hermits g/t#tiny!grian#giant!mumbo#giant!tango#pesky bird#winged grian#avian!grian#avian grian#winged !grian#bat's art#might expound on this later idk
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' BUT PRAAAAM >:[ !!! '

armada ironhide & amurica ironhide LOL. they would kill each other on sight

my weird bird wife with the platypus tail i had to erase an arm for to show it bcs im in love with it
#jodphurs vs SPARTAAAAAAAA đŁâŒïžâŒïžâŒïž#i like to think most of the autobots tried to shift themselves into looking like theyre wearing armor & helmets to not scare off humans#some just do it /stay in that style bcs theyve fallen in love with it#ironhide forces u to watch 300 with him while telling u facts u didnt gaf abt#' there were 300 spartans but they actually had allies who fought alongside them but still like it's cool bcs-'#optimus the only one listening bcs he loves history & loves learning human history#bee and cliffjumper listen too but cliff is his son who wants to be him one day and bee is his step son#at 1st i was like ' there is no way this megatron simp is ironhide bro . thats demolisher. JUST demolisher'#there is no way ironhide would let himself become megatrons discord kitten who meg only likes when#it's convenient for him to#& then i remembered g1 optimus and ironhide ready to fuck while wheeljack is like crippling with death right next to them#evil ironhide who is just way more pathetic and sopping and stupid i love u demolisher#some of these were drawn for an askblog so if u happen to see these doodles again nuh uh#g1 ironhide : you are an insult to the ironhide name. you will never be considered anywhere near me let alone Be me#g1 ironhide: serving Megatron.... UGH ! im DISGUSTED !!#armadahide: HEY đŸ!! megatron is NOT disgusting!!!! HE IS DASHING & SUAVE! TAKE THAT BACK!! (misunderstood the insult)#(<- stupid )#g1 ironhide :#g1 ironhide : oh my primus.#ironhide: not Only am i a Megatron Supporter... but iM HiS bOtToM tOO????????!?!?!?? đ đĄđ€Źâïžâïžâïž#transformers#transformers generation one#transformers g1#ironhide#transformers armada#tf armada#demolisher#demolisher x megatron forever ..... pls ... im so hungry..#pls note ironhide still has his g1 gorgeous beautiful voice. he just likes to larp (??)#maccadam
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Arcane characters finding you asleep at their workplace

The devil works hard, but I work a little harder, so Iâm back to writing Arcane headcanons a month before season two comes out.
Jayce:Â Â
- Strong sense of guilt, Â
- The first thing that comes to his mind is that you must have waited for him for a long time to fall asleepÂ
- He will make it up to you by trying to cook something for you, stopping to buy your favorite sweets before heading home, and giving you a shoulder massage the moment you sit down somewhere after you wake up. Â
- The man of the Hamlet-like dilemma: he doesnât want to wake you, but he also doesnât want you to be uncomfortable. Â
- If he has something urgent to do, heâll try to cover your shoulders with something, even just his jacket, to keep you warm while he finishes only the essentials. Â
- Once heâs free, he will very gently try to lift you from the chair, apologizing when you wake up and mumble something incoherent. Â
Viktor:Â Â
- In the early years of university, it sometimes happened that he found you in his room asleep, slumped over on a chair or bed with your shoes still on. Â
- But as the years went by and the lab became his main space, that sight became a constant, repeating at least twice a week. Â
- He tries to make as little noise as possible, whether with his aides, the door, or the stack of books and notebooks he needs to organize. Â
- Before getting to work, he leaves the room again to bring you your favorite hot drink with a plastic lid pressed on top, so it doesnât cool down. Â
- Then, in complete silence, he works, deciding what to leave for tomorrow and what to do now, so he can finish as soon as possible without delaying too much. Â
Ekko:Â Â
- Itâs hard to define what exactly a workplace is for Ekko, Â
- But he often finds you at the Firelights' tree, in that room thatâs supposed to be his, having likely sneaked in through the window to surprise him. Â
- There are days when he comes back fairly early but stays to tell stories to the kids, and others when things go wrong, and he returns when itâs already dark, and almost everyone is asleep
- Finding you like this always makes him feel the absence of something more stable
- But he shakes his head and quickly pushes aside doubts about his ideals, stepping out of the room again and making more noise as he enters again, so you wake up, and he can pretend to be surprised in front of your open eyes. Â
- By now, you know he steps out and comes back in, but it makes you smile every single time.
Vander:Â Â
- You always sit at a table in the back of the Last Drop to wait for him, trying not to bother him, doodling, doing calculations, or planning something for the next day just to keep yourself entertained. Â
- But by now, the sound of drunkards and the clinking of coins and glasses have become background noise that helps lull you into a catatonic state. Â
- Vander usually notices after about an hour that you've fallen asleep; he always keeps an eye on you, but sometimes the customers cause problems. Â
- He doesnât like leaving you there, so far away, so he usually waits for a quieter moment to come over, pick you up, and bring you behind the counter, laying you down with your arms and head resting on the wooden bar. Â
- He knows itâs not a big improvement, but his priority is to keep you safe. Â
- When he finishes working, he closes the bar without doing the closing duties, sets his alarm for earlier than usual, and carries you to your room in his arms, covering your forehead with kisses. Â
Silco:Â Â
- The problem with Silco finding you asleep in his office is that he rarely arrives alone. Â
- Thereâs always either Sevika or at least two other henchmen following him. Â
- He sighs and sends them away, not without Sevika giving him a provocative look that means everything and nothing. Â
- He hates those situations because part of him feels a strange warmth at the thought of you sneaking into his office for whatever reason, but on the other hand, he knows it negatively affects his image to be seen as a leader who tolerates certain insubordinations. Â
- Because sneaking into the kingpinâs office is something that would get almost anyone else outside decapitated. But not you. Â
- He huffs, pacing the room to deal with both emotions, and when he finally calms down, he approaches you, shaking you slightly to wake you up. Â
- Itâs certainly not the gentlest gesture on his part, but most of the time, it ends with you either going back to sleep in his bed while he works, or sitting on his lap while he flips through papers without paying them much attention. Â
Jinx:Â Â
- She canât contain her excitement at all. When she notices your figure in her workshop, she always lets out a little happy sound that wakes you up. Â
- From there, she immediately starts apologizing at least a thousand times, feeling guilty for waking you up but still too happy that you came to visit her. Â
- She helps you up, talking nonstop about her day and anything that comes to mind as she leads you outside. Â
- Itâs not because she doesnât want you around, but because she assumes you must be hungry as soon as you wake up, so before you're fully awake, youâll find yourself at the Last Drop with enough food in front of you to feed her fatherâs entire gang of henchmen. Â
- And she will absolutely feed you herself when she sees you havenât taken a bite in too long, while stealing food here and there and continuing to talk. Â
Vi:Â Â
- For her, too, a "workplace" is a somewhat vague concept, Â
- But in return, she has her secret spot, where she hides at night and tries to survive when sheâs not out on the streets looking for trouble. Â
- Every time she finds you there, she feels an indescribable pang in her heart. Â
- She always feels like sheâs neglecting the person she loves and failing to make you understand how much she cares about you. Â
- She always hesitates before waking you up; sometimes sheâll even go change into clean clothes and wash the grime off her hands and face first. Â
- Then sheâll wake you by sitting next to you, giving you a kiss, calling you by a silly nickname only the two of you know, and rubbing her forehead against yours before asking, with a rhetorical smile, Â
- "Did you miss me?"
Caitlyn:Â Â
- Sometimes you find yourself in the inner waiting room of the precinct, with her colleagues pointing out your body slumped in the chair and raising their eyebrows, teasing her. Other times, you simply sneak into her room, which isnât much different from the police station anyway. Â
- Every time, she sighs and gently wakes you, her pale eyes a little sad. Â
- âWhy didnât you call me?â It doesnât matter to her that you didnât want to disturb her, because to her, youâre never a disturbance. Itâs not a problem to have you around, even in public. She just feels bad that you waited instead of telling her, so she could have come much sooner. Â
- She takes you away from the station without any issues, letting you continue resting against her shoulder as a Kiramman private vehicle takes you both to her home. Â
- If youâre already in her room, she usually changes and lies down next to you, taking the chance to nap together, wrapped in each other's arms. Â
Mel:Â Â
- Falling asleep inside the Senate? Impossible. Â
- But the keys to her office and her room are always in your pocket, and you usually bring her something to eat when you visit, though by the time you fall asleep, both the coffee and the treats are cold. Â
- Sheâs not used to displays of affection, so she stays still for a few seconds before smiling and shaking her head. Â
- She doesnât wake you immediately, not because she doesnât want to, but because if the sound of the door didnât wake you, you probably need the rest. So she lets you sleep for at least 30 minutes before coming over, brushing your hair behind your ears to wake you, laughing when you lift your head with your eyes still closed. Â
Sevika:Â Â
- The first thing anyone would think is that falling asleep at the Last Drop is extremely dangerous. However, Silcoâs henchmen arenât too different from bipedal dogs by now; they know who you are, recognize your face and scent, and if they notice youâve fallen asleep somewhere, at least three of them sit at your table to ensure your safety. Â
- Sevika is always tasked with the worst imaginable jobsâtedious, long, and often dangerousâso when she finally returns, itâs usually either time to open the bar to the public or time to close it. Â
- Even when she sees you, she canât come to you right away, so she makes a face at whoever is watching over you, as if urging them to protect you better while she heads into the office. Â
- Like Silco, part of her feels subconsciously softened by the idea that someone would feel the physical need to be with her so much that theyâd wait, sitting until they fell asleep. Â
- But on the other hand, sheâs terrified that someone might see you and come after you to settle personal scores in a cowardly way. Â
- When she finally comes down, she pulls you into her arms without saying a word, holding you under her large cape as she carries you away. Â
#Arcane#arcane 2#arcane headcanon#arcane headcanons#silco arcane#vander arcane#ekko arcane#jayce arcane#viktor arcane#jinx arcane#vi arcane#sevika arcane#caitlyn arcane#silco x reader#vander x reader#ekko x reader#jayce x reader#viktor x reader#arcane viktor x reader#jinx x reader#vi x reader#sevika x reader#mel x reader#caitlyn x reader#arcane x reader#jayce talis#arcane vander#singed#jinx#caitlyn kiramman
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and now i'm covered in you
theodore nott x fem!hufflepuff!reader
"You know, you can stay if you want to." + "I think I'm in trouble." + "Damned if I do, damned if I don't."
synopsis - theo finds himself crushing on hogwarts' resident ball of sunshine hufflepuff but tries to force himself to stay away.
don't question the mechanics, go with it. do we want more down bad theo?
warnings - cursing, over-used amortentia love confession trope, theo is treacherously in love
slytherin boys works
"hnnnnggghhh."
mattheo looked up from doodling in the margins of the potions assignment he'd begrudgingly been blackmailed into working on by theo. said boy had his chin perked up onto his hand and was staring across the library at y/n, hogwarts' resident happy huffle.
in all honesty, theo didn't really give two shits if mattheo did his homework or not. he just needed someone to come with him to spy on you during your weekly wednesday study session. and while mattheo seemed like the last person who'd ever be in a library (all too true assumption), he was the only slytherin that theo had any blackmail material on.
so the pair of them sat at a table in the far corner, secluded in darkness that made it relatively difficult to pick them out from the leatherbound books of the ancient history section. theo had a clear view of you, but you'd have to strain your eyes to see him, which is what made this the perfect hiding spot.
theo let out another sigh, this one so dramatic that mattheo had begun to worry that his friend's testicles had simply fallen off.
"what the hell, man?"
"look at her."
mattheo's eyebrows immediately drew together in a look that was nothing short of incredulous.
"are you obsessing over that little puff in the corner?"
theo's hand shot up to grab the other boys' hand which was gestured lazily in the direction towards your figure. you were huddled up in a tutoring session with a pair of firsties in catty-corner to them. while theo was most certain you couldn't see him, he still didn't want to chance this buffoon giving him away.
the smile you gave them was so bright that theo found himself wishing that you were even slightly aware of his existence so that maybe, you might smile at him that way. his thoughts began to wander as he thought of all of the ways that he wanted you to smile at him. a large portion of them were decidedly not friend-like.
lost in his thoughts, theo hadn't caught your approach until you stood in front of them in your bright white sneakers. though they were a little beat up from your regular trips to the gardens, theo found them undeniably adorable. maybe because they had cute little yellow flowers embroidered on the sides of the heels. or maybe he just loved them because he loved you.
"hi matty!"
the moment the endearment was out of your mouth, theo's lovesick stare turned into a glare. he had no idea that you were even acquainted with mattheo, let alone that you had a nickname for him.
"hey there, y/n." mattheo, the cocky bastard, had a shit eating grin on his face that told theo that he knew exactly why your sudden arrival had irked him. "have you met theodore yet?"
your face twisted a little and a redness crept up your neck, settling on your cheeks. you muttered a quick no, clearly embarrassed about something.
"hi theodore. i'm y/n." you extended your hand towards him and theo was certain he'd explode if he didn't get the chance to touch your skin. so, with more eagerness than was probably necessary, theo took your small hand in his own.
now would've been the perfect time to do something flirty like compliment you or press a gentle kiss to your fingers. but when theo opened his mouth, something else entirely came out.
"don't call me that."
your face fell and you snatched your hand back to pull nervously along the ends of your hair. shit, shit, shit. that came out completely wrong.
don't call me that?? what kind of asshole said stuff like that to a girl he liked? honestly, you could call him whatever you want so long as you said it in that sweet voice of yours.
"oh. sorry."
"i just mean-- theo. i'm theo... to you..." theo's tongue felt too large for his mouth as he stumbled to get his thoughts to come out of his stupid mouth correctly. "you can call me theo. if you want."
mattheo was trying, and failing, to hide his snicker as he watched his best friend make a complete fool of himself. it wasn't very often that theodore the womanizer became so flustered for a piece of ass. of course, that was the catalyst here. you were clearly far more to theodore than just another piece of ass. that much was abundantly clear to mattheo based just off this interaction alone.
"well, good night, matty... and theo." you said his name hesitantly, almost as if you were worried the boy might spaz out again. with another breathtaking smile, you turned on your back heel and fluttered out of the library.
only after he watched the heavy oak doors close behind you did theo finally allow his head to thud against the desk.
mattheo had given up on hiding his laughter and was inches away from crying actual tears of amusement. he caught his breath momentarily, if only to mock theo's earlier fumble.
"don't call me that?" another fit of giggles stopped him mid-thought. "merlin, theodore, do you like this girl or not?"
theo waved his arms out in front of him in a gesture that was surely meant to be interpreted as "clearly i fucking do". mattheo was inclined to agree with the sentiment. he was most certainly down bad for this little hufflepuff.
"don't worry theo, daphne and i will help you out."
theo really should've known better than to accept help from his crazy best friend, and, if possible, his crazier girlfriend. but after what could only be described as a pathetic first meeting, he would try anything.
"fine."
"oh, c'mon y/n!"
you were uncharacteristically unamused by daphne's antics at the moment. you weren't really sure what she was playing at, but you did know for certain that her plan would land you an awful potions grade.
professor slughorn had been gracious enough to allow you to choose your own partners for today's assignment. the catch was that you weren't sure what you'd be brewing until after you were paired up. this shouldn't have been too much of a problem except, you were abysmal at potions.
daphne had insisted on being your partner, which you didn't understand the benefit of since your friend was equally as awful as you were. "daph, if we partner together, we'll fail."
daphne faced you with a pleading puppy-eyed look that you hadn't known any slytherin capable of producing.
"please. you're my only option to not get stuck with enzo."
as if on cue, the dark haired boy's robes caught on fire as he attempted to light the flame under his cauldron a few stations back. a rather girly yelp left him as he shoved his robe off and onto the floor before stomping on it a few good times to suffocate the fire.
you winced in sympathy towards daphne, still silently scanning the room to see who else might rescue you from a failing grade.
hermione would normally be your first choice, but draco had unfortunately decided not to skip today and snagged his girlfriend before anyone else could. you noticed theo sat next to a grinning mattheo two rows behind you.
you'd only just met the boy yesterday, but you could tell by the disbelieving frown on his face that he was unhappy with his partner. theo was amazing at potions and you were certain he normally paired with blaise, who was the most semi-competent slytherin of the lot when it came to potions. but for some reason, blaise was paired with pansy today. neither of them looked upset by the arrangement, so you tried to put it out of your head and focus on your own situation.
which brought you back to now. the amortentia that you were supposed to be brewing was notably lacking in both luster and pink-ness. it smelled like moldy old socks, which you knew by the mouthwatering aroma in the air that it was not supposed to smell like that.
after nearly 45 minutes of torture, slughorn finally called an end to the brewing and made his rounds about the room. surprisingly, only three potions were made correctly.
hermione's, which you knew would happen after you saw her smacking draco away from the ingredients and cauldron the whole time. pansy and blaise, who despite having succeeded, looked thoroughly worn out from the endeavor. and theo's. it was more shocking than anything that he'd managed to accomplish anything with mattheo as his partner.
"wonderful, class! now, i want everyone to gather around one of the three successful cauldrons around the room. go on." slughorn waited patiently until the class had split itself somewhat evenly into three groups all huddled around each workstation. theo was the closest to you, so you and daphne joined their group.
"now, with your classmates, take turns and tell each other what you smell."
unsurprised when daphne and mattheo smelled each other, you leaned forward hesitantly for your turn. you didn't really know what you'd smell. on your first whiff, two smells in particular hit you hard. "i smell books and wildflowers. and... something else. something... fainter."
slughorn leaned into your small group with a delighted smile. "amazing, miss y/l/n. it's common to smell faint hints of something in amortentia when either the brewer has not acknowlegded a love of something or when a love for that thins is still developing. go on. tell us what it is my dear girl."
"i think it's... fresh cut grass? i can't place where from, though."
"that's alright."
slughorn slinked away without any further explanation. two girls you didn't recognize went next, not at all caught off guard by their smells. then, it was theo's turn and you found yourself more interested in what he smelled than you cared to admit out loud.
"i smell my nonna's fettucine, the grass on the quidditch field, and... some kind of flower."
always quick on the upswing, your face reddened as you realized that the grass you caught wind of earlier was in fact, quidditch field grass. and based off the knowing smirk from mattheo paired with his not so subtle glances between you a theodore, you smelled each other.
the class dispersed shortly afterward, thankfully with no new revelations for your already flimsy love-life.
what you hadn't expected, was for theo to be waiting for you outside the classroom door.
"oh, hi theo. i thought you might've left already."
"i tried. but mattheo threatened to die my hair green, so."
you tried not to be disappointed that he hadn't wanted to stay and talk to you. a long huff from theo had you looking up from the stonework of the floor.
he said something to himself under his breath that sounded suspiciously like "merlin i'm awful at this". before you could ask him to clarify, he'd taken your hand in his and brought it up to his mouth for a soft kiss.
"let me start over. hi, i'm theodore and i've been unashamedly in love with you for the past forever. join me in hogsmeade this weekend?"
#slytherin boys#slytherin#theodore nott#theo nott#theo nott x reader#theodore nott x reader#slytherin boys x reader
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áąđ©GOOD BOY(âS) [1]

Pairing: mark grayson x sinister mark x Mohawk mark x viltrumite mark x F!reader (god damn)
Synopsis: been awhile since the invincible war ended. A few of them ended up being captured in your world and kept in the prisons. Cecil allows you to visit them and (clearly) has not a damn clue as to what youâre saying or doing with them. Usually, itâd be complete chaos and nothing would change or happen in the room. However, you finally try something new with themâŠall of themâŠ(should be good to mention here that you have powersâŠif u didnât youâd honestly be stupid going into that room with confidence đ§đŸââïž)
Warnings: story will lead to smut, slightly suggestive, harsh words (like bitch, pussy, or slut), not proofread, some corny dialogue (bear with me pls)
W.c: 2,086 (rlly doing my big one)
A/N: (thereâs alot I have to say so pls bear with me đ) first off, thank all of u for all the constant support on my other fics and even my shitty little doodles I posted. Means a lot to me. This is my first series/series writing and itâs also the first fic Iâve made with multiple ppl speaking let alone mark variants. So Iâm begging you, please bear with me. If anything is overly fucking terrible or bad feel free to dm me advice. Also Iâll be making a master list soon for all my writings. Or wtv. This is part one to the series and itâll get super smutty in the next one so I hope u js enjoy this one for now. Itâll be mehâŠ(I highkey think itâs bad but wtv)
Long after the Invincible War, you were still intrigued by all the versions of your boyfriend that had come into your world to reek havoc and chaos. Most were dead, some were in prison, and some were thrown into whatever place they went to. Being a superpowered scientist under Cecil had its perksâyou got to not only examine and see these variants, but you also got to speak to them (only with the supervision of your world's Mark of course). Your visits grew more and more frequent to them, it went from once a month, to once a week, to 3 times a week. They had memorized the times you visited, the clack of your heels, and your pen clicking before you entered their cell each time.
Your Mark always complainedâsometimes it was genuine concern for your safety and reasoning, other times, it was clear and blatant jealousy.Â
âWhy do you always want to go see those bastards, they almost destroyed the entire world. Not only that one of them almost crushed you to fucking death! If this gets too bad we're not seeing them againâŠâ he was annoyedâmaking good and fair points. Sadly, you were too stubborn to attempt to listen to them.Â
âYou've almost crushed me to death before,â you said with a shrug as you kept walking down the long hall getting ready to get to the cell that held the marks.Â
âWHAT!? When was this?â Mark had stopped for a second now having genuine concern as he hadn't remembered ever doing that. He tried his best to make sure you were protected from anything and everything.
âYou crushed me plenty of times in bedâit's ok though because I've crushed you back just as much so we're even.â you had one smug ass smirk on your face seeing Mark's annoyed one before you two finally made it to the room. Before you could swipe your keycard to enter the room, Mark grabbed your arm having you stop and listen to what he had to say. âI'm serious babeâŠlet them get out of line and we aren't seeing them again, they'll just rot in here till Cecil finds something to do with them.âÂ
You used your free hand, swiping the keycard as the door opened. You turned to your mark lifting his chin with your pen as he looked prepared to hear whatever you had to say.Â
âI will decide when this research is over. However, you know if you want it to truly end and for me to stay out of this cell, you would only need to tell Cecil you won't accompany me anymore. Until you do thatâŠwe're continuing.âÂ
You were stern and stubborn, meaning every single word you said. You finally pulled the pen downâgiving his cheek a soft kiss before walking into the cell.
âWell, we see who wears the pants in your little relationship.â The mark with the mohawk said before he just started laughing trying to bother and mock your mark as best as he could.Â
âHey well at least I get to leave here, I'm not locked in a fucking cell with my arms hanging up!â your mark snarled backâgetting closer to Mohawk Mark as they glared each other down.
Sinister Mark cut into the conversation, having a lot worse to say about your mark and his âsubmissionâ to you.Â
âHey, does she fuck you too? I just wanna get a full scope on how pussy you are! God, you're patheticâŠweakâŠâÂ
They were being little assholes ganging up against your mark, all besides the viltrumite one. He was just silent, observing your behaviors. As those 3 bickered, you walked up to him with crossed arms.
âNothing to say?â You asked leaning in closer to his face. He backed up as best as he could, struggling to even move a bit because of his restraints but he found small ways.Â
âNoâŠbitchâŠâ he said before scrunching up his lips. You just leaned into him closer and closer knowing he couldnât do a damn thing about it. âDonât your people have a thing for respecting higher-ups? Am I not higher up right now?â You were absolutely smug watching as his expression kind of dropped. He knew you were right and he hated every bit about it.Â
The cell was silent nowâŠthe other marks wondered why he stopped fighting back, falling silent.Â
âDonât tell me you're all pussy now too!?â Mohawk Mark had said in a snarky tone. Your mark was walking up to you to pull you back from him. You raised your hand stopping him from coming closer as you used your other hand, softly rubbing viltrumite Mark'sk'sace.Â
He jolted from your touch for a secondânot being used to anything like it at all. However, he had been in that cold cell for days, weeks even, with no warmth whatsoever. He melted into your hand as you kept rubbing it softlyâhe felt oddâŠlike he had never felt before. He released soft huffs the whole time until you finally stepped back.Â
âW..wait-â he exclaimed trying to get your attention again. Before he could even say what he wanted, sinister Mark butted in.
âWhat the hell did you just do to him!? Heâs never been like that ever!âÂ
Your mark wanted to be filled in as well, waiting for your response.
âI just touched 'em relax.â You were honestly shocked yourself.Â
âC'monnâŠletâs go, your mark said wanting to get the hell out of there. The other marks were getting angry and you were touching another markâŠone that wasnât yoursâit made him a bit jealous.Â
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âWait waitâŠI wanna somethingâŠâ you said with a grin as you rushed to Mohawk Mark. He looked a bit annoyed but intrigued. You drew closer and closer as the other marks watched once againâitâs all they could doâŠ
âListen whore, Iâm not your markâŠso hands off.â He said in a snarky tone. You just kept moving your hands towards his face not giving a damn, you were testing every ounce of patience he had.
âI will fucking bite you! I promise itâŠâ Mohawk Mark tried to move his head back as quickly as he could to get away from your hand. Eventually, it landed right on his forehead before moving upward, softly stroking his hair. He tried to bite you for a second so you used your powers. With a hard glare from your eyes, his body was paralyzed in mere seconds as you rubbed it softly. You released your hold on his body just as fast as you used it.
You kept stroking his head, you saw him moving his head forward as best as he could so you could keep going. Your other hand reached up to his face, squishing it softly before you began to stroke it. He let out a noise of pure satisfactionâŠa soft moan. As soon as he realized, you backed up satisfied with your work on his behavior. He went from snarling and snapping to melting in your hand.
Your mark grabbed your shoulder, making a notation to get the hell out of there. You just gave him a soft kiss trying to keep him satisfied as you had one more mark to deal with. You knew your mark was getting jealous quickly so you had to hurry it up.
As soon as you walked over to sinister mark in his restraints he spat on your face. The other marks watched waiting to see what happened your mark dashed over to you as he began a screaming match with sinister mark.Â
Ignoring them and all their noise, you just spat right back on his face as the room fell silent. You were even nowâthe only difference was you could wipe the spit off of your face but he couldnât get it off of his. Your hand reached up to his face as he prepared to bite you but you flicked his nose before continuing. You rubbed his hairâmaking it messy in mere seconds before you looked him dead in the eyes, smiling warmly.
âI promise you, if you ever spit on my face again I will break your face in.â
Your mark was just frozen in the spot waiting for this interaction to finish. Sinister Mark's eyes widened a bit before going back to normalâhe was surprised at how you could look so gentle while threatening him.Â
âYes bitchâŠâ he said in a snarky tone trying to get some power back in the situation. You smiled before pinching and twisting at his nose. He couldnât do a single damn thing about it.
âHuh? Whatâd you say?â You waited for him to change his manner of speaking. Your mark reached to pull your arm down as you 2 shared a look. He was trying to figure out what you were even doing but you gave him a glance that said you could handle it.
âYesâŠmaâamâ sinister Mark said in an annoyed tone this was basically his version of surrendering defeat. Your hand went to his face stroking it just like you did to the others. At first he acted like he didnât give a single fuck about you or your touchâseconds later he was melted into your cheek moving his own face to have it happen faster. You stroked his face slower and began scratching his hair as Mohawk Mark began complaining how that wasnât fair. Sinister mark was losing himselfâlifting his chin to have that touch and rubbed to. He bit his lip trying to keep in any sounds he wouldâve made but eventually one slipped out.
âFâŠfuckâŠâ he moaned out roughly before you moved your hand away from him
âGood boy.â You said back with bliss in your voice. You honestly felt aroused by the fact you had 4 Marks folding for you just at the simple touch of your hand and sternness in your voice.
âGodâŠwhat did she do to usâŠâ Viltrumite Mark said sounding embarrassed or even frustrated that that even happened. The other Marks (sinister and Mohawk) just told him to âfuck offâ as they kept their heads down in a bit of shame. They were absolutely in shock at how they folded that fast but knew they wanted more. They were pissed that they clearly werenât getting more.
You had them fold enough for the day. Plus, your Mark looked like he wanted to snap sinister Mark's neck for spitting on you. He was tired of being in that damn room for the day. Your mark grabbed you by the waist giving you a look that said âYou needed to leaveâ You just nodded and let him lead you out of the cell. You and your mark left the cell making your way out of the building. Mark was flying you 2 home as he wanted to talk about what the hell happened.Â
âSoâŠwhat was that..â he asked in a genuine and jealous tone. He wanted to know what was up with all of it. Why did you guys keep going back, why were you touching them, how did you make them fold that easily? He wanted answersâŠ
âHonestlyâŠI donât know. I didn't even think itâd work on the viltrumite one but as soon as it did I just had to try it on the rest of them and it worked. Guess youâre just weak for me in every universe?â You gave the best answer you could to your mark waiting for his response.
âNot gonna lieâŠI was a bit jealous. They practically killed everyone and now they wanted to fold just cause you touched them!â Mark exclaimed before you kissed his face softly. He had calmed down quickly just from your lips.Â
âRelax... you're the one who gets to take me home. You win either way. However...I do need you to take me back there tomorrow. Itâs something I wanna do with you there. All of youâŠâ you had something a little sinister and against the rules on your mind.
âAgain!? What is itâŠIâm so sick of that placeâŠâ your mark wanted to know what youâd do if you went back. He was tired of going there and honestly was ready to never go back again. However, he was trying his best to trust your judgment and see where itâd go.Â
âDonât worry about itâŠjust know that youâll have fun. All of you, trust me. You said with a smile before Mark finally landed, bringing you two to your house. You had plansâŠfoul plansâŠand you couldnât wait to put them into action tomorrow.Â
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᥎êȘ« which yeon sieun sees you visiting him à§ âč àŁȘ first part ïŒ party on you à§ âč àŁȘ second part ïŒconsole me, and then i'll leave without a trace âââ angst to fluff , set on ep7 of s2 , depictions of self harm , bullying , graphic scenes âžâž ââĄâ i got sick ... so i couldn't finish writing yesterday. please do make some requests <3
reader will be called dokja ïŒ because in reader in korean is dokja
For an entire year, she had tried everything to make herself feel whole again.
For someone, so bright â her smile had become rare, something she stored away in a locked box, fearing it would shatter if she opened it.
The fluorescent lights in the hallway buzzed above her, and the cold linoleum floor echoed each step as if the empty school itself whispered her name. Every corner held eyes that whispered behind tilted heads; every passing shoulder carried a story she used to be part of. She walked through that river of eyes like a stone sinking silently, carrying the weight of whispers in her chest.
She remembered how it felt at first, when the quiet ache had swelled like a balloon inside her ribs. She had tried to stretch it with excuses â busying herself with homework until her hands cramped, munching down snacks until her stomach ached, even jogging until her legs turned to jelly â anything to squeeze out a little satisfaction.
But nothing made the emptiness truly leave. It was like trying to fill a black hole with water; every drop vanished before it could make a ripple. In class, she doodled nothing except the back of her mind on the margins of her notebook: a heart that wouldnât fill, a mouth that wouldnât smile.
During lunch, while others crowded around tables trading jokes and laughter, she found a quiet corner.
The cafeteria lights and clatter of trays felt distant, as if she watched it happen in someone elseâs dream. She chewed slowly on her rice, its dull flavor on her tongue.
She wondered if they were wondering why she ate so slowly, or thought she must eat quickly to stay strong. In her head, she counted the seconds between bites, hoping to feel any sensation more than the gnawing void inside.
She would glance on the table near her, It was the table they used to sat on. But she quickly disregard the gnawing pain of memories her brain kept locked in.
She heard the rumors.
Kids at her locker thinking she couldnât hear, imagining her knuckles bruised from something they didnât understand, lips curling into cruel stories.
She was the shadow stretching long across the hallwayâs bright walls â not quite human, not quite monster. Some were scared to approach, afraid she might lash out with hands that had, one time, raised to defend something small and precious.
Each morning felt like climbing a hill she could never reach the top of. Even the sun casting light through her kitchen window failed to warm her insides. Her reflection in the mirror as she put on her uniform was a girl with tired eyes, the kind that quiet mornings and too many secrets give you.
She wondered if the corners of her mouth had forgotten how to go up. On some mornings, she pinched her palm with her nails just to feel a flash of anything real, a proof that she was still there and not just an echo.
She often thought about who she used to be, or who she wanted to be.
Sometimes, in rare moments alone in the afternoon, she would hum a tune she once loved, and for a breath sheâd almost believe everything would be okay again.
But when the bell rang and the hurried footsteps as the hallway became empty, reality clung to her again like a cold coat. She straightened her spine, squared her shoulders, tried to make herself small and unnoticeable so she could disappear into the background.
It was easier this way â so people wouldn't come closer anymore.
As the year dragged on, she built a quiet routine of coping.
Some days, after the final bell, she would find a hidden corner of the library and bury her face in a book, leaning into the paper and print so she could hold a whisper of someone elseâs story.
Other days, she walked home along side streets, feet crunching on gravel, head down so that the roofs of houses blurred her vision and no one would say her name.
At night, before sleep stole her away, she sometimes imagined a dinner table where just once someone passed her plate without a warning glance. Those dreams faded by dawn, leaving only the morning ache.
She watched the other students as if from behind glass. They passed her in the hallsâheads held high, friends jabbering shoulder-to-shoulder. They worried about tests, cram schools, summer vacation or going out.
Sometimes at night, late when everything was dark and the house was empty, she touched the scars she kept hidden on her wrist. They were faint lines, as if she had cut herself just enough to feel. Enough to remember that Iâm here.
The ache in her stomach and heart became the same longing, and she ached to feel anything but hollow. Yet morning would come, as it always did, and she would tuck those memories back inside her ribcage and wear her uniform once more.
She was careful now.
Careful to walk in the center of the corridors so no one had reason to crowd her. Careful to keep her voice low if a teacher asked her a question.
She preferred to blend into the pattern of her desk in class or the gray cement wall outside the school, so that anyone might forget she was there at all. She told herself that being invisible was the least she could offer the world.
Sometimes when she passed a reflection in a store window, she stared at the girl who looked back with hungry eyes and wondered if that was her, really, or just another stranger pulling a cart alongside the frozen aisles of life. She envied how warm and bright her classmates appeared in her imagination, as if they wore their warmth and hunger on their tongues without any effort.
She started learning how to ride Suhoâs motorcycle a month after everything happened. Not because she had a reason. Just because sitting still made her feel like sheâd disappear.
It wasnât easy. Her hands werenât made for handlebars or throttle grips, and the engine always roared too loud for her quiet head. But she kept practicing. Around the block, then across the neighborhood, then down the same roads Suho used to ride when he was stillâ
She doesnât finish the sentence. She just keeps riding.
Sometimes she visits his grandmother first, carrying grocery bags that dig red marks into her palms. They donât talk muchâjust share the silence like old friends do. She helps clean, picks up the mail, waters the plants that Suho forgot to before everything fell apart. And then, like ritual, she visits the hospital.
She doesnât bring flowers anymore. That stopped after the fifth week. Now itâs just her, a quiet chair, and Suhoâs breathing. She talks sometimes, about nothing. About school. About how the vending machineâs been out of her favorite drink for a week straight. About the bike.
She took the job to keep her mind busy. A delivery service. Something that paid just enough and asked for nothing back. Using Suho's helmet that's too big on her because she couldn't used the pink helmet he brought for her, a schedule, and a willingness to keep going even when youâre tired.
She took the job because she wanted to make up for what she didnât doâwhat she shouldâve done back then. Maybe if she earned enough, it could at least cover Suhoâs expenses for a few months. So when he woke up, he wouldnât have to think about wasting time trying to make money again. He could just rest, catch up with everything he missed.
That was the idea. That was a brilliant plan.
Oh, how wrong she was.
It was hard to juggle everythingâschool during the day, taekwondo classes after, then deliveries until late. Her body ached more often now. Sleep became something borrowed, not earned. And sometimes, when she stared too long at her schedule, she wondered how Suho managed to do it all.
Then she let out a bitter chuckle.
Right. He didnât study much.
He triedâshe remembered that. Showing up to class with tired eyes, scribbling half-hearted notes, pretending to care when the teacher called on him. But studying was never the plan for him. He wasnât built for libraries or lecture halls. He was planning to survive. To make a living. To take care of the people he loved, even if that meant running himself to the ground.
Now here she was, retracing his steps. As if mimicking his life could somehow bring him back. As if it could undo what happened.
But the truth was, she wasnât doing this because it was right.
She was doing it because she didnât know how else to grieve.
She was doing it to remember that she still lived for himâthe only one.
It wasnât like she suddenly believed in responsibility or wanted to prove something to her parentsâthey didnât care either way. They nagged her about it at first, asking why she had to deliver food like some desperate kid. She told them she was trying to live like an adult now.
That was a lie.
What she really meant was: I need to do something that hurts a little. Something that makes me feel like Iâm still here.
She picked up the helmet, looked at the old bike, and thought, If I could ride it well enough, maybe it would feel like Suho was still beside me.
At times, when she was in the saddle delivering food, her route veered past Sieunâs old neighborhood before she could stop herself. The engineâs hum would carry her right to the curb beneath that familiar streetlamp where they once sheltered from rain.
Sheâd cut the engine and sit in silence, remembering how he held the umbrella too highâas if standing close was its own kind of risk. Sheâd force a small, aching smile, tell herself it was only a shortcut on the map.
Other days, sheâd pull up behind a low brick wall, park the bike with a screech, and leap off, ready to startle him. But in her memory, his voice would reach her first: âToo loud,â heâd said, never bothering to turn around.
So sheâd shake off the pain, clip her helmet on again, and push forwardâdeliveries waiting, regret left to catch up on its own.
Most of all, she rode just like Suho used toâlate into the evening, weaving between streetlights and memories. Each package she carried was fuel for her guilt, her promise to cover weeks of missed chores and unspoken goodbyes.
She was learning to ride the weight of her grief as surely as she learned to handle the throttle: both made her body ache, but at least it meant she was still moving.
She remembered, when she smiled at the mirror for the first time in a long while.
It wasnât a triumphant smileâmore like a small, crooked thing, half-formed and unsure, but there nonetheless. The bathroom was filled with the sharp scent of drugstore dye, gloves stained with streaks of artificial chestnut. She worked in silence, dragging the brush through her hair, clumsily but with care, as if repainting herself would somehow peel away the weight she carried on her shoulders.
When she finished drying it, the strands fanned out like paperâtoo soft, too light, the color warmer than she imagined. Under the cheap lighting, it almost looked orange. She stared at her reflection, blinked once, and let out a short, surprised laugh.
She looked like she was wearing a wig. Like a stranger trying on someone elseâs softness.
She remembered when the three would glance at her when she questioned them if she would look good in a light brown haired color. The two nodded and Beomseok complimented her with a thought, then Suhoâthat bitch.
Said, "If you ever dyed your hair. You would look like wearing a wig"
She chuckled to herself that a kick was met on his face after he made a comment.
And yet... something about it made her pause. Not in shame. Not in regret. But in that fleeting, suspended moment where grief and girlhood blur.
It didnât fix anything. But it made her feel like maybe she could try again.
Even if it was just hair.
Even if it was just for a second.
Then, it started.
The bullying.
The girls started again, their voices high and biting, a chorus of yapping dogs circling, teeth bared but too afraid to bite. Each word they threw at her was a stone, meant to make her crack. But the cracks were inside. The outside? The outside was numb, coldâso cold it almost felt like she wasn't even there. Not until the bathroom, cornered between the walls, did she feel the heat of her own anger rising.
Not at them.
No, not at them.
At herself.
She hated how she'd let it get to this point. How had she become this quiet thingâthis thing that let them talk, let them push? If it were the old her, she'd have torn them apart by now. Fists flying, voice roaring. She wouldâve been the storm they couldn't handle. She wouldâve shown them what it meant to not be afraid.
A year ago, she would have struck firstâfists flying before thought. She would have tasted the shock in their eyes as blood bloomed on her knuckles. But that girl was gone. Now she stood still, back pressed to cool porcelain, heart hammering a fierce rhythm against her ribs.
But not now.
Now, silence was all she could afford them. Giving them her attention, her energyâit felt like losing, like handing them the power to keep dragging her back into their pit. So, she waited. Let them bark, let them jeer.
She was waiting for the one to make a move. She could feel it coming. The sharpness of her breath, the way her lip trembled under the weight of what she wanted to do.
The fluorescent light hummed overhead, and the walls felt too close, as if they meant to press her in. She looked at themâlow laughs, the scrape of heels on tile. Shadows swept across the stalls, narrowing in on her.
They surrounded her: girls with cigarettes dangling from their lips, eyes bright with cruelty. Their words stungâwhispers of psycho, freak, worse. Each insult landed in her chest like a stone.
Her lips were dry, chapped beneath the heavy lipstick, so bright it almost hurt to see. She imagined, for a moment, what it would look likeâif that lipstick were smeared with blood. Her blood or theirs, it didnât matter. The thought of wiping it off with their mocking laughter, of seeing them eat their own arrogance, was a sickening sort of satisfaction.
The laughter, the cigarette smoke curling around their wordsâit all burned her. She didnât need to move, didnât need to react. But the fantasy? The fantasy was enough. They'd never know the rage coiled inside her like a snake, waiting for the right moment to strike.
But that moment never came. And she realized, standing there, that maybe it never would. She was a prisoner of her own calm.
She paused, breath steadying, and Suhoâs voice cut through the noise in her head. âIf they corner you, donât let them control the space. Use anything around you. Make them intimidate you.â Not her teacherâs drillsâSuhoâs words, like a lifeline.
She straightened her spine. Every inch of her stood tall: shoulders back, chin up, eyes locked on the ring leader. The others fell silent, startled by the sudden shift in the air. She moved forward, step by deliberate step, until she was toe-to-toe with the girl whoâd cornered her.
Her voice was low, rough from disuseâbut clear.
" You done spouting bullshit? "
The hallway seemed to hold its breath. The girlâs smirk faltered as a tremor of hesitation rippled through the circle. And for the first time that day, She felt something bloom behind her ribsânot fear, but a fierce, electric calm. The world had tilted back into place. She owned this moment. And they knew it.
The girl scoffed, a bitter sound curling from her lips like smoke. Her voice trembled, mechanical and unsure, stuttering as if caught between fury and fear. âWhat did you say?â she asked, trying to hold the edges of control, to wear confidence like armorâthough it barely clung to her.
âYou just keep talking,â she spat. âSaying things you donât even understand. Youâve got the ego of a man compensating for something smallâso small. Always acting like you're above everyone, but youâre nothing more than a coward in a mask.â
Her anger was wildfire now, unchecked and consuming. She moved fastâtoo fastâreaching out to strike, to make the moment hers again. But the other girl was faster. Calm. Cold. She caught her wrist mid-air, twisted it hard.
There was a snapâsharp, sickening.
A breath caught in the girlâs throat.
She screamed in pain then came the kick, swift and brutal, sending her stumbling backward, wounded pride trailing behind her like a torn ribbon. She hurled in pain clutching her hand as she lay on the ground.
And thenâsilence.
She had the space she needed. A clear path to run, to disappear, to let this be over.
But she didnât move.
Not yet, she isn't done.
They circled her like wolves, four against one, grinning with the kind of confidence that came in packs. Cheap perfume, chewing gum, and bad intentions hung thick in the air.
The first came charging, wild and loud. She sidestepped, smooth as water, and swept a leg out low. The girl hit the ground with a thud, her pride landing harder than her body. As another was baffled but lungedâfists swinging, rage without form. She caught her wrist mid-swing, twisted, and sent an elbow into her ribs. The sound that followed was breathless, raw.
The third tried to out-think her. She went low, hands reaching for ankles, but didnât see the spin. A heel cracked across her jaw with the grace of violence learned in silence. She folded, crumpled, still.
The last girl hesitated.
She couldâve run. Couldâve walked away with just a bruise to her ego.
âDonât,â she warned, softly. Like mercy.
But pride struck first, than being humble.
She attackedâand in seconds, she was face-down, her wrist bent behind her back, the ground cold and unforgiving. Her face met with the cold disgusting floor where many student stepped in.
She exhaled.
She looked at them with no compassion, she knelt and plucked a crumpled cigarette pack from one of their jackets. Held it up between two fingers like something dead.
âPick them up,â she said.
No one answered, nor moved.
She exhaled with a look of annoyance.
She stood over them, still as a statue, the echo of violence humming in her bones. Around her, the bathroom was silent save for their ragged breathingâtile cold beneath scraped palms, smoke clinging to the walls like ghosts.
âPICKED THEM UP!â she shouted, voice cracking through the air like a whip.
It boomed off the tiled walls, reverberating through the stillness. The room swallowed the sound, but it stayed there, vibrating in the bones of those crouched on the floor.
They moved slowly, heads bowed like scolded children, fingers fumbling for the torn paper and crushed filters. One by one, they gathered the pieces.
She didnât blink. Didnât move.
"Eat it." she commanded at them, as the other stare at her in fear. Others obeyed too quickly afraid to have more blooming bruises on their faces.
But the one who had confronted herâthe first to strike, the first to fallâdidnât look away.
She sat against the tiled wall, cradling her broken wrist with the other hand, eyes burning with fury. It wasnât fear in her faceâit was defiance. Pride refusing to kneel, even in defeat.
Blood at the corner of her lip. Breathing sharp. Hate alive in her throat.
She walked toward herânot rushed, not cruel, just deliberate. Controlled. Her knees bent with a soft thud against the tile as she knelt before the girl. A single cigarette still burned on the floor, its ember a fading eye. She picked it up between her fingers, unflinching as the heat kissed her skin.
âStill holding onto that pride?â she asked, almost gently.
She caught her face in one hand, fingers gripping her cheeks, steady and strong. Thumb pried her mouth open.
âNo more talking.â She murmured at her, and smiled at her. Sickingly.
The cigarette went in.
Smoke. Ash. Pained gasped. Burning tongue. Silence.
She watched her chew itâeyes wet, teeth grinding through heat and paper and humiliation. The taste of defiance turned to ash on her tongue.
She held her gaze the whole time at her. Chewing at her own pride.
Then she let go.
Her fingers slipped from the girl's face like a dying breeze. And then, without furyâonly finalityâshe slapped her. A clean, echoing sound that cracked through the heavy stillness like a gunshot in a chapel. No rage in it. Just closure. She rose to her feet, slow and composed, the chaos behind her shrinking as if it had never touched her.
At the door, she paused.
The air in the bathroom was thickâsmoke curling like ghosts above the flickering light, blood and ash staining silence. The girls were curled inward, pain folding their bodies like paper. Eyes wide, throats dry. Beaten, but still watching.
She turned to face them one last time.
âTell a teacher,â she said, voice low but thunderous, coiled with quiet venom. âAnd it wonât just be my fists or my feet kneeling to your faces.â Her eyes swept over themâeach one trembling, pride shattered and stinging beneath the skin.
âIâll make sure you canât even look in the mirror without choking on what you see.â
A breath.
âI will kill you.â
No screams. No theatrics. Just that promiseâquiet and unshakeable.
Then she stepped through the doorway and disappeared. The door slammed behind her with the force of a verdict. The lock clicked shut, sealing the room like a tomb.
She walked slowly, each step measured, as though the weight of her own actions had yet to fully settle. Her heartbeat still echoed in her chest, a steady drum beneath the skin. The rush, that surge of power, still coursed through her veins like fire, bright and consuming.
But she remained composed.
Her breath, though quick, was steady, like the calm after a storm. The chaos of the bathroomâthose faces crumpled in pain, the smell of smoke and defeatâwas already fading into the periphery of her mind.
Her fingers, still tingling from the force of the slap, brushed against the cold metal of the doorframe as she passed. Her body knew what it had done, but her mind? Her mind was already someplace else, already turning over the pieces like a puzzle that had just been solved.
She didn't regret it. Not in that moment.
She didnât need to look back.
She just have to keep moving forward.
Its been a year.
After endless of orders, knocking on doors, she fell asleep face-down on a half-finished worksheet, the highlighter uncapped and bleeding neon yellow into the page.
When she slept, she was impossible to wakeâlike the world could end outside her window and sheâd sleep through the fire. It had become her escape, her only silence. But not tonight.
Her phone rang loud and sharp, slicing through the quiet like panic often does. She stirred, groggy and annoyed, until her eyes caught the caller ID: Hospital.
She blinked.
Hospital
Her heart didnât stopâit collapsed.
She answered without thinking, her voice breathless, the fear already creeping up her spine. âHello?â
The voice on the other end was formal, wrapped in professional indifference. âHello. Is this Dokja-ssiâs phone?â
Her breath hitched. Something about the tone felt wrong. Off. Too careful. âYesâyes, this is her. Iâm Dokja. Why? Whatâs going on?â she asked, already standing, legs shaky, the panic flooding her veins.
âThereâs been a complication,â the voice replied, each word like a crack in her chest. "Patient Anh Suho, is in a critical condition, Unfortunately, Sieun-ssi responded but he didn't came. Are you able to come?" The nurse voice replied.
For a second, time slowed. Then it shattered.
She didnât respond. The call had ended. Or maybe she had ended it. She couldnât remember. Her limbs moved on instinct. She didnât change clothes. She didnât think. She just ran.
She ran like she did the night everything fell apart.
She ran like apologies could catch up to prayers.
She ran like her heart would stop before she made it.
She ran even if her tears wouldn't stop streaming until her eyes became blurry at the sight.
She called and called Suhoâs grandmother, but the line rang endlessly. The silence on the other end pressed against her ears like grief.
When she burst through the hospital entrance, breathless and wild-eyed, she was met with chaosâblurred voices, sharp lights, the dull smell of antiseptic, and somewhere behind it all, fear.
A nurse met her halfway, calm hands reaching to steady her. "Dokja-ssi? "she asked gently, guiding her to a seat. She nodded, unable to speak.
Then everything came too fastâ loud shouts, jarring footsteps.
Too real.
She couldnât move. Couldnât blink. She just stood there, rooted to the floor as the world blurred into chaos.
Through the small square of glass, her eyes locked onto the scene like it might disappear if she looked away. Suhoâs body, too still on the stretcher, wires snaking across his chest. The defibrillator pads were already in place. The sound of machines echoed even through the door, shrill and unrelenting.
She saw the moment his heart flatlined.
The jagged spike of the monitor became a flat line.
"He's in cardiac arrest!"
Doctors shouted orders she couldnât understand, but her body translated their panic anyway. Hands moved fast, efficient and desperate, as if time could be bribed to give them more.
His chest liftedâonce, twiceâunder compressions, and she could barely hear the nurse behind her asking her to sit down.
But she didnât. She couldnât.
All she could do was stare at the blinking lights, watching as they flickered like dying stars in a collapsing sky. He had always burned so bright. And nowâNow he was fighting to stay lit.
Tears clung to her lashes, but she didnât cry. Not yet. Not when he was still in there. Not when he might still wake up.
She placed a hand against the glass.
âSuho,â she whispered like it was a promise. Like her voice could reach him where machines couldnât.
She didnât know how long she stood there. Couldâve been minutes. Couldâve been forever. Time twisted itself into knots.
All she knew was that she had never felt so helpless.
Inside, the doctor called for another round. The paddles pressed to his chest.
Clear.
His body jolted.
She flinched.
Her knees gave out before she even realized she was falling. The cold linoleum kissed her skin, and her fingers clawed at the base of the emergency room doorâdesperate, aching, as if she could tear through it and pull him back with her own bare hands.
âSuho,â she choked out, once, then againâuntil his name was no longer a name, but a prayer dragged through broken sobs.
Her body folded in on itself. Shoulders shaking, forehead pressed against the wood like it could listen. Like maybe if she stayed close enough, heâd hear her crying and come back just to scold her for it.
She wailed quietly at first, then louder, all the grief she had buried beneath discipline and duty unspooling in the rawest of ways. She gripped the doorframe like it was the only thing keeping her tethered to the earth, nails digging in until her knuckles turned white.
Her voice cracked, mouth trembling as she whispered, âPlease⊠please donât go.â
No one answered.
Only the muffled chaos of the emergency room beyond the door. The soft buzz of machines still fighting to keep him here. The frantic shuffle of shoes and fabric and sterile urgency.
She quickly kneeled, blood in her throat and prayers in her lungs. Asking the universe, begging God, âIf you're here, save him.â
Not long after, the noise settled. The beeping of machines, the shouting of doctors, the chaos in the emergency room all blurred into a dull hum as Suhoâs heart slowly found its rhythm again.
She sat there, knees still trembling beneath her, as a nurse gently approached her. She had no words to offer, no comfort to give, but the way she placed a steady hand on her shoulder said enough. It was an anchor in a sea of uncertainty.
âSuhoâs stable now,â the nurse said softly, but her voice was still kind, despite the exhaustion that clung to her like a second skin. âHeâs in critical care, but the immediate danger has passed.â
âHis vitals are steady. Weâll monitor him, of course.â The nurseâs tone was reassuring, but she couldnât shake the cold dread that clung to her, the fear that, at any moment, everything could tip back into the unknown.
The doctor stepped in next, his presence steady but brisk, offering the facts as they were. âHis heart stopped for a few moments, but we were able to stabilize him,â he said, glancing at the monitor and then at her. âWeâll continue monitoring him closely for the next few hours. Heâs strong. Heâll pull through. But itâs too early to say much more.â
She nodded, the weight of his words settling into her bones. But her mind couldnât quite rest on the relief; it was tangled in the knots of everything she had felt before this moment, the panic, the helplessness, the feeling of losing him before she even had the chance to understand what he truly meant to her.
She managed to speak, though her voice felt foreign. âCan I see him?â
The nurse and doctor exchanged glances. The doctor nodded. âJust for a moment. Heâs sedated, but weâll allow a brief visit.â
As they led her to Suhoâs room, She felt her legs heavy, like she was walking through water. When she reached the threshold of his room, she stopped, standing there in the doorway for a moment, watching him. The sight of himâhis face pale but familiar, the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath the monitorsâwas almost too much to bear.
But she stepped inside. Slowly. Quietly. As if afraid that if she moved too fast, she would wake from this nightmare too soon.
There, in the quiet hum of the hospital room, she sat by his bed, her hand carefully brushing through his hair.
She didnât speak.
She didnât need to.
All she could do was stay. And wait.
"You scared the shit out of me, you bastard." Her voice cracked, soft but heavy with the weight of everything she had felt in the past few hours.
A bitter chuckle escaped her lips, her fingers trembling as they lingered on his hand, still warm, still steady. The tears she had held back now fell freely, pooling on the edges of her lashes before they slipped down her cheeks.
"I thought... I thought I was going to lose you," she whispered, the words raw and honest, the fear she hadnât known how to voice finally spilling from her. "I didn't know what I'd do without you."
"You always make me worry, donât you?" she said, her voice quieter now, almost a fond reproach, as if she was talking to herself more than to him.
The sterile room felt colder now, quieter, but her presence by his side warmed the space. She could almost pretend that things were normal, that this moment was just one of those fleeting, quiet moments they used to haveâwhen everything felt right, when there was nothing but them, no chaos, no questions. Just the quiet hum of being together.
"If you scared me like that again, i will kill you." she murmured, her hand brushing over the cool fabric of his hospital gown. "Please, wake up."
But silence was the loud answer.
Soon, she would hear his voice.
Again.
Soon she left the room, as the doctor checked his vitals.
She stepped away from the cold, sterile walls of the waiting room, seeking solace in a quiet corner where she could break without being seen. Her breath caught in her throat as her body trembled, each sob a sharp, painful release of everything she had held back.
She pressed her hand against her mouth, trying to muffle the sound, but it was useless. The grief, the fear, the desperate prayer to some higher powerâshe couldnât contain it any longer.
"Please," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Please, donât take him too."
She was lost in her own panic, until her gaze lifted, and through blurred eyes, she saw them.
Three figures in the distance, standing near the entrance of the waiting area.
Their presence felt like a strange disruption, their calm demeanor a stark contrast to the storm inside her. She quickly wiped her tears away, forcing herself to steady her breathing, her chest still tight, aching from the earlier rush of emotion.
She couldnât show them the cracks. Not now. Not here.
Her eyes darted to the sound of heels clicking against the floor, the sound sharp and confident as it drew closer. Without even looking, she knew.
She recognized the familiar cadence, the polished, poised steps of someone who had a presence that filled the room. And when she heard the words, soft yet piercing, she couldnât stop herself from glancing over.
âSieun,â his motherâs voice echoed, a quiet, clipped tone that made her blood run cold.
Her heart stopped for a moment, suspended in time. She didnât move. She didnât dare.
She had to stay still. To breathe. To keep herself from trembling at the sight of his mother, at the thought of Sieun.
As the woman turned, disappearing into the hallway, the rest of themâthose familiar figures from long agoâremained.
She heard those words again, echoing in her chest like a cracked bell, "Don't worry. He's stable now."
But âstableâ felt hollowâan empty promise carved from glass. It pressed against her ribs until she could hardly breathe. Stable meant he had already teetered on the edge.
Stable meant the world had nearly slipped him away once, and could do so again.
In that moment, the corridorâs light blurred into silver dust, and every step she took felt haunted by the question: What had broken him, and could she piece him back together?
Her legs moved before her mind could catch up, standing up as the need to know, to understand, burned through her chest. She walked toward them, each step hesitant but determined, her feet carrying her forward as if they knew the path she needed to take.
When she reached them, her voice was steady, but the question she asked felt like it came from someone else, someone too broken to stop herself.
âWhat happened to Sieun?â she asked, her voice barely a whisper, though she hoped it didnât sound as fragile as it felt.
Her eyes caught theirs, scanning each face, searching for a truth that had eluded her. And for a split second, in that fleeting moment, she realized how deeply she had missed them, how much she had needed to see them. But all she could focus on was Sieun. Where was he? Was he okay?
They met her gaze, each face shifting with somethingâpity? Worry? It was hard to tell, but she needed to know. She had to know.
The first met her gaze for an instantâhis head shaved close, eyes hardâbefore he looked away. The second hunched forward, hood drawn tight, fingers drumming an anxious rhythm against his knee. The third leaned back, arms crossed, but his glance flickered to her like a startled bird.
âWho are you?â the one wearing a blazer asked, voice cautious.
Her throat constricted. âIââ She forced the words out. âIâm just asking if heâs okay.â
âWhy do you care?â the first boy challenged, sharp eyes narrowing.
âI was his friend,â she whispered, voice thin as spun glass. âPlease⊠just tell me.â They exchanged hesitant looks, the silence stretching between them like a wound.
âWe werenât there,â the boy with folded arms finally said, each word weighed by uncertainty. âSomeone brought him in. He⊠hasnât woken up yet.â She bowed her head, letting the news settle like snow in her chest.
The boy with a fur jacket on as his voice softened, almost a murmur: âYou close to him, then?â She blinked at him, She didnât know how to answer him. Are you close to him? â the question wasnât cruel, just curious. Simple. But it rattled something. She would've said we are, once. It wouldâve been easy. Natural.
But they werenât.
Not anymore.
So the silence stretched for a second too long, and she could feel it waiting â the question, the boys, even the fluorescent lights buzzing above. âI was,â she said. Quiet. Honest. Maybe too honest. She didnât know what else to say. Nothing she could say would explain it anyway.
The words hung in the air behind her as she walked, not really expecting them to understand.
The three boys watched her go, but none of them tried to stop her. It wasnât like they could.
As she neared the hallway where Sieunâs mother had disappeared, the heels clicking sharply on the tile floor were unmistakable. The woman, tall and dressed in black, walked with a certain kind of authority, but there was something fragile about the way she moved â like even the weight of her own footsteps might be too much for her.
She didn't hesitate. Her legs carried her forward, and before she could second-guess herself, she was standing at the door where his mother had entered.
By the time she reached the door â the same one his mother had disappeared through â her hand was already on the frame, fingers trembling.
She leaned in.
The glass was small, but clear enough to steal her breath.
There he was.
Sieun. Still. Pale. Wires crawling across his skin like questions with no answers. Machines blinking quietly beside him, a soundless rhythm of worry. Her stomach turned. Something inside her dropped.
Her breathe hitched.
Him too?
And she didn't even know.
Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes before she could blink them back, stinging sharp and sudden. Not just because of the sight. But because it felt like some invisible thread had snapped â and she hadn't even realized it was still there until now.
It hit her like a quiet betrayal.
She used to pride herself on noticing thingsâon knowing when people were hurting even if they didnât say it out loud. But this?
She hadnât known a damn thing.
She didn't know what happened.
There was no warning. No signs. Just a body behind glass. A boy who once walked beside her now laid out like a question without an answer.
Her chest ached. Not sharp, just hollow.
She wondered if he tried to reach out. If he hesitated before deleting her number. If he thought about her at all.
Would it have changed anything?
Would she have come running sooner, if she knew?
She didnât even know what floor he was on until she heard his name from someone else's mouth. And now here she was, heart pressed against glass, breathing in grief like it was her fault she didnât notice him slipping.
She didnât notice the door open. Not until a voice sliced through the haze, sharp and clean like a blade pressed too close to skin. âWhat is it?â The womanâs tone was briskâbusinesslike, wrapped in steelâbut not cruel. Not yet.
And for a moment, she couldnât answer. Couldnât speak. She stood there, breath caught halfway, spine tense like sheâd been caught somewhere she shouldnât be.
What was she supposed to say? That she was standing outside the room of a boy she hadnât seen in months, one who used to walk beside her like a shadow, now lying still behind glass like a stranger? That she didnât know why she was here, only that her feet wouldnât let her go anywhere else?
But none of that would sound right. None of that would explain the tears she hadnât wiped away, the guilt tightening her chest, the ache of realizing she was too late.
ââŠWhat happened to Sieun?â She asked the question again, but it felt heavier this time. More desperate.
The woman paused.
Sieunâs mother glanced at her, with a mask of recognition.
âYou...â Sieunâs mother said softly, her voice filled with the weight of years of distance. âYouâre the girl who visited us... a year ago?â
She nodded, her throat too tight to speak.
âI was,â she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.
The woman paused, studying her carefully. There was something in her gazeâconcern, perhaps, or understandingâsomething that made her feel exposed in a way she hadnât expected.
Sieunâs motherâs eyes softened for just a moment, her expression unreadable, but there was a kindness in the way she spoke next.
But at her first question, her jaw tensed â a small, silent betrayal of everything she refused to let slip. There was a flicker in her eyes, something restrained and quiet, like a dam holding back too much water. She gave a slow shake of her head â not dismissive, not angry â just tired. The kind of tired that lived in the bones, not the muscles. The kind that grief makes permanent.
For a moment, the hallway felt too still. The soft mechanical murmurs behind the walls seemed distant, unimportant. Time hung suspended in fluorescent light and stale air.
Then, finally, Sieunâs mother exhaled â low, controlled, as if she could force herself to stay composed with nothing but breath.
âHeâs in a bad state,â she said, and the words landed with the weight of something half-buried. âUnconscious when they brought him in. He got hit by a bus, thankfully it wasn't that critical. But the doctors are trying. Theyâre doing what they can.â
The ache hit without warning â a sharp, invisible thing that cracked down her spine like lightning. She didnât know when she started shaking. Only that it hurt to stand still, and it hurt more to listen.
She wanted to ask more. A thousand questions pressed behind her teeth, begging for air. But none of them mattered. Not right now.
âDo you... want to see him?â Sieunâs mother asked, her voice softer now, like she understood what it meant to be left behind by someone still breathing.
âYes.â Her voice came out too fast, too fragile. âPlease. Iâ I need to.â The older woman gave a quiet nod and turned, her steps slow and heavy. And the girl followed, unsure if her knees were steady enough to carry her through the weight of the moment.
Behind every step was a memory. Behind every breath was something she wished sheâd said.
But ahead⊠ahead was the hope of seeing him again â and maybe, just maybe, a chance to fix what time and silence had fractured.
âAre... are you a friend of Sieunâs?â Sieunâs mother asked, her voice faltering slightly. âI always believed something must have happened... between the two of you.â
The words hit her like a punch to the gut, a sharp reminder of the distance she had put between them, a distance that had been as much her doing as anyone elseâs.
âI used to be his friend,â she replied, her voice faltering, unsure of what else to say. Sieunâs motherâs eyes softened for just a moment, her expression unreadable, but there was a kindness in the way she spoke next.
She steps slowly toward Sieun's room, her heart racing in her chest, and each step feels heavier than the last. The guilt still lingers, but she pushes it aside, forcing herself to focus on the present. She canât afford to think about the past anymore. Not now.
The reality of whatâs happening hits herâsheâs finally facing Sieun after all this time, after everything thatâs happened. She doesnât know what sheâs going to say, or if sheâll even be able to say anything at all.
But she knows one thing for certain: she has to be there for him, even if itâs just in silence.
The sterile smell of the hospital room fills her senses. The sound of beeping machines and the soft rustle of sheets are the only noises that break the stillness of the room. She looks at him, lying unconscious in the hospital bed. His face is peaceful, but his body is marked with signs of his struggle.
Itâs hard to look at himâhe looks so fragile, so far from the boy she used to know. Sheâs reminded of all the things left unsaid, of the friendship that was lost, and the connection that never truly faded, even when she thought it had.
His mother gave a small nod, saying nothing, only shifting slightly to offer the empty seat beside her.
She sat down, the chair cold beneath her, the air colder still.
Silence erupted in the roomânot hollow, but thick. The kind that fills your lungs until itâs hard to breathe. Machines hummed gently, steady and indifferent. But everything else felt still, like the world had paused just outside these walls.
She didnât look at him right away. She couldnât. Her hands rested in her lap, fingers laced tightly together, as if they were the only thing keeping her grounded.
She heard sieun's mother sighed softly, a mix of relief and lingering worry in her voice. âThe doctor says it wasnât critical, but his nervous system was affected. Heâs been having trouble...â Her voice falters a bit.
â...trouble sleeping.â Her voice barely above a whisper, heart racing at the realization. As she finished Sieun's mother sentence. Her eyes widen in surprise, as if a flash of recognition crosses her mind. âDid Sieun tell you this?â
She shakes her head, a bitter laugh escaping her lips, though itâs drowned in the ache of regret. âNo, I havenât talked to him... not since he switched schools.â She glanced at her lap, fiddling at the edge of her t-shirt, afraid to look at her.
A pause, her gaze softening, yet heavy with understanding. Her voice becomes quiet but firm, almost as if sheâs been waiting to say this. âThe moment I saw you standing at our door... I knew you had a connection with him. I donât know what happened between you two, but I could tell you meant a lot to him.â
She is struck by her words, her heart sinking in guilt. She bows her head into her lap, the tears threatening to spill over. She couldnât hold it back anymore, not with all the emotions swirling inside her, not after everything she wished sheâd done differently.
Her voice lowers with empathy, a soft sadness in her words, as she takes a cautious step closer. âSieunâs always been reserved... Heâs never been good at opening up, especially when it matters the most. Thatâs how he is... always locking everything inside.â She paused as she glanced at the girl's appearance.
She trembled, shoulders tight, voice barely holding beneath the weight that had sat on her chest for far too long.
âI... I let my pride get in the way,â she whispered, each word splintering against the silence. âI didnât talk to him when I had the chance... I shouldâve, but I didnât. I thought heâd be fineâlike he always is. I told myself heâd figure it out. But nowââ her breath hitched, ânow heâs in here, like this. And I wasnât there. I wasnât even close.â
Her hands lifted, covering her face as the tears finally broke through, warm and merciless.
She hated herself for waiting. For hesitating. For thinking there would always be more time.
The silence they once shared now felt like punishment. A distance she couldâve closed, but didnât. And now the air between them was filled with wires and machines and too many what-ifs.
If only sheâd said something. If only she hadnât let fear speak louder than her heart.
Now, it might be too late to say any of it at all.
Her voice was calmâsteady in a way that only someone who had learned how to carry pain without letting it break them could manage. It reached her like a soft touch, like the kind of comfort that doesnât need to be loud to be heard.
âItâs not your fault,â she said, not accusing, not dismissiveâjust honest. A breath left her lips, weary but full of knowing. âYou canât predict everything. Especially with someone like Sieun.â
She paused, as if weighing her next words with care.
âSometimes... people need to fall a little. Walk into the dark by themselves before they can find their way back. Thatâs not on you. You canât carry that alone.â
The words lingered in the quiet, gentle but undeniable. A truth that she hadnât let herself believe. She had been so sure it was her failure, her silence, her pride that led to thisâbut maybe... it wasnât all hers to hold.
Then, softer now, almost like an offering:
âIf you were once his friend... maybe you still are. Maybe that hasnât changed. Itâs not too late. Heâs been through more than we know, but maybeâjust maybeâseeing you now will remind him... that heâs not alone. That someone still cares.â
And in that moment, the she felt something shiftânot the ache, not the guilt, but the helplessness. It didnât fade completely. But it loosened just enough to let hope slip in.
She feels a sudden rush of uncertaintyâan ache that rises to her throat and threatens to pull her under. Should she stay? Should she leave? What right did she have to be here, after everything?
Her pride claws at her, whispering that itâs too late. That she should walk away quietly, like she always did. But something deeperâsomething older and softerâfights back. The part of her that still remembers his tired eyes, his rare half-smiles, the way he tried even when no one else saw it.
Regret crashes against her chest like a wave, but itâs no longer paralyzing. Itâs a reminder. Of time wasted. Of words left unsaid. Of the cost of silence.
She glances at Sieunâs mother, who doesnât speakâjust waits with that patient, knowing gaze. Her breath stutters, but her feet donât move. Something has shifted. The guilt is still there, heavy and sharp, but now itâs tethered to something elseâresolve.
She canât go back. She canât undo the past.
But maybe... she can be here now.
Maybe this is the moment that matters.
For a moment, the room is silent again. The machines continue to beep steadily, and the she wonders if Sieun can hear her. Wondering if maybe, deep down, he knows that sheâs here, that sheâs trying. Her eyes start to blur with tears, but she blinks them away.
She stands by his bed, her hands shaking slightly as she places them on the edge of the bed, as she closed her eyes and whispered.
"I'm sorry, Sieun-ah"
The next day felt like a blur.
She quietly steps into the sterile hospital room where Suho still lies, unmoving. She finds solace in the mundane, almost as if speaking about ordinary things could bridge the chasm of everything that had happened recently.
She talks to him, her words flowing easily, the way they used to when everything was simple. She tells him about her dayâhow the schoolwork felt heavier than usual, how his grandmother seemed well despite the worries she had about him. And she mentions Sieun too, his mother, how strange it felt to walk that line between regret and the need to reconnect.
âI saw his mom yesterday,â she continues, her voice softer now. âShe said heâs not critical... but his nervous systemâs been hit harder than I expected. Heâs having trouble... sleeping. I didnât know, Suho... I thought I was the one to blame for everything.â
She doesnât expect an answer, but the words feel like they needed to be said.
She pauses, blinking away a few tears, but laughs softly to herself as she recalls the comforting words of Sieunâs mother. âShe said I wasnât the cause of it... that people sometimes have to go through things alone before they come back. I guess... I didnât think it would be like this.â
The quiet hum of the machines fills the silence as she sighs, her shoulders slumping as though the weight of it all is settling in. She leans back, taking a long breath, her exhaustion creeping in after days of emotional strain.
Her eyes flutter closed, and before she knows it, the chair becomes a quiet refuge, the steady beeping from Suhoâs side becoming the lullaby she never thought sheâd need.
Her hand, instinctively, rests on Suhoâs, and in the quiet of the night, she falls asleep. Itâs not the restful sleep of peace, but the kind that brings temporary reliefâa brief escape from the chaos of everything around her.
And even if itâs just for a moment, she finds some comfort in the familiarity of the space, the stillness, and the softness of hope that maybe, just maybe, things will begin to heal.
She stirred awake slowly, but didnât move. The heaviness in her limbs wasnât from sleepâit was from everything else. Her head remained rested against the hospital bed, her hand still loosely curled near Suhoâs.
The room was dim, still caught between the fading night and the gentle glow of morning.
The door creaked open quietly. She heard it but didnât open her eyes. Part of her wanted to turn, to seeâbut she stayed still. Maybe it was fear. Maybe it was exhaustion. Maybe it was both.
Then, his voice.
âSuho⊠Iâm sorry Iâm late.â
Her breath caught in her throat. That voice, distant yet achingly familiar, dragged her right back to every moment she spent waitingâfor answers, for closure, for him.
She felt like she couldnât breathe. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest, her fingers twitching slightly.
And then, the second wound.
âIâm sorry, Dokja-ah.â
It was said softer, like a ghost brushing past her.
She heard the shuffling of shoes, the sound of someone about to leave. Her pride couldâve let him walk. Her anger, too. But grief, time, and the ache of everything unspoken pushed her forward.
She sat up slowly, eyes still fixed ahead, and her voiceâtired but sharpâcut through the sterile room, as the machine beeping echoed.
âTook you a year to say that?â
The footsteps paused. Silence stretchedâlong enough for her heart to pound in her ears.
He froze.
The sound of her voiceâraspy, fragile, but laced with something unmistakably rawâstopped him in his tracks. He faced her, still seating on the chair faced forward. She didnât look at him.
Not yet.
Her eyes stayed on Suho, like she was still guarding something, or maybe just trying to keep herself from unraveling.
A long silence passed before she finally turned her head, just slightly. Enough to see the outline of him in the soft light.
Her gaze didnât soften, but it didnât harden either. It just held.
âI waited,â she said, barely above a whisper. âNot for an apology. Just⊠something. Anything.â
Her hand brushed lightly against Suhoâs, grounding her. She didnât want to cry. Not again. Not in front of him.
âBut you disappeared,â she continued. âLike none of it mattered. Like we didnât matter.â Her voice wavered, but her words stayed steady. âYou donât get to walk in and say sorry like thatâs enough.â
She wasnât yelling.
She didnât need to.
Her silence hurts the both of them.
She looked at him then, fullyâand for a moment, he looked like the boy she used to know. And someone else entirely.
Still, her next words werenât bitter. Just⊠tired.
âI donât know what you want from me, Sieun.â
And beneath it all, she meant it.
Do you even know what you left behind?
He stood there, caught in the doorway like someone who didnât belong in the scene he'd wandered into. His hands twitched at his sides, empty. Always empty when it came to her. And yet, somehow, this felt heavier than any fight heâd ever taken.
Her words didnât cutâthey lingered.
Hung in the space between them like mist over a lake he was too afraid to step into.
He wanted to speak.
He wanted to explain.
What could he say that wouldnât sound like an excuse?
So he just looked at her.
The way her shoulders curved inward now. The way her voice cracked like a fault line trying to stay closed. The way she kept glancing at Suhoâas if he were the bridge between them. As if he was the only one allowed to still believe in them both.
He swallowed the guilt, thick and sharp. âI didnât know how to come back,â he said, barely above a whisper. âAnd when I finally did⊠I wasnât sure I deserved to.â
She didnât respondânot right away.
But her looked says it all, "You didn't even try?"
So he took a step closer.
âI didnât stop caring,â he murmured. âI just⊠didnât know how to carry it without breaking.â
"You think I didnât notice, but I did," she said, her voice low, not shaking, not angryâjust tired. The kind of tired that sits deep in your bones, where no sleep can reach.
She let out a breath, almost a laugh, but it was hollow.
"I just didnât want to believe it. So I made excuses. I told myself you were busy, or overwhelmed, or just... thinking things through. I waited. I gave you space. And you took itâso much space there was nothing left of you. No message. No call. Not even a goodbye. Just... absence. You left, and I stayed behind trying to stitch something back together that I didnât even break." Her hands were still clenched at her sides, but her shoulders had slumped slightly, the weight of it all pulling her down again.
"Do you know what that feels like?" she asked, not looking at him now. "To lose everyone, one by one, and then have youâyouâjust disappear like you were never part of any of it? Suho ended up in a hospital bed. Beomseok vanished like smoke. Yeong-i stopped answering. And then there was just me. Alone. And you were supposed to be the one who stayed." She turned her head toward him, finally meeting his eyes again.
"I waited for you. I waited so long, and it got quiet. So quiet that it hurt. Iâd stare at my phone for hours. I'd start typing something to you and delete it before I sent it. Iâd run out of reasons to pretend like it was okay, like you were coming back. But I still hoped. Isnât that sad? I still hoped." Her voice wavered now, just a little. But she didnât let it fall apart.
"I kept asking myself, what did I do wrong? Was it something I said? Something I didnât say? Should I have asked more questions, held on tighter, yelled, cried, anything? I was folding myself into pieces trying to find the version of me you wouldnât walk away from." Her breath caught, but she blinked it back.
She didnât cry.
She didn't want to anymore.
"And now you're here, and you look sorry, but sorry isnât a time machine. Sorry doesnât put things back where they were. Sorry doesnât tell me why you thought I couldnât handle the truth when I was already surviving the wreckage you left behind." She took a step back.
"You left. You made that choice. And I lived with the silence. Donât come back now and act like you were the one hurting."
She stood now, walking past the bed until she was closer to himâarms still at her side, fists clenched.
She shook her head, a bitter laugh slipping past her lips before she could stop it. It sounded smaller than she expected. Tired, too.
âI waited,â she said, the words sitting heavy in her throat. âEvery day, I waited for you to come back. And when you didnât⊠I started to hate you. But worse than thatâI hated myself.â
Her voice thinned, the way it does when something old and buried rises too fast, too sharp. Like the weight of it had finally lodged in her chest and was pressing, hard.
âBecause I kept thinkingâif Iâd just opened my mouth. If I hadnât let my pride win. If Iâd said anything instead of staying silent... maybe we wouldnât be here. Standing like strangers, pretending we used to be something more.â
Sieun looked pale, like the guilt in his chest had found its way to his face. He looked like he wanted to reach for her, but didnât. Couldnât.
âIâm sorry,â he said. Softer now. Like he meant it, but didnât believe it was enough.
She looked at him, hollow-eyed.
âI donât need your sorry,â she said. âI needed you.â
The silence that followed didnât feel empty. It felt deafeningâlike the aftermath of a scream. Like the room itself was holding its breath.
She turned away and wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her jacket, pretending the motion was casual. It wasnât.
âIf youâre going to leave again,â she said quietly, âjust go now.â
âIâm notââ he stated.
âDonât promise me things,â she snapped, too fast. âYouâre not good at keeping them.â
That stopped him. His gaze dropped for a second, shame flickering across his face. But when he looked up again, something had changed. His eyes werenât defensive or desperate. Just steady. Heavy with everything he hadnât said until now.
âI know,â he said. âI know you did. You waited.â
He stepped away from the door, not closer to herâbut toward the weight between them. Like he was choosing, finally, not to run.
âYou think I didnât want to come back?â he said, his voice quiet. âI did. Every day I told myselfâjust one message. Just one call. But then Iâd remember the way you looked at me the last time. Like Iâd already broken something important.â
She opened her mouthâmaybe to argue, maybe to agreeâbut he kept going.
âI couldnât face Suho. Or you. Or who I used to be. Because after everything fell apart, I thought it was my fault. I thought I ruined everything. And maybe I did.â
There was no anger in his voice. Just weariness.
âI told myself staying away was cleaner. That I wouldnât hurt you more by showing up broken. But the truth is... I was just scared. Scared of being the one who couldnât fix what he shattered.â
She didnât speak. She just stared, hands clenched at her sides, like letting them relax might make all of this too real.
âI thought forgetting would be easier if I stayed gone. But I didnât forget,â he said. âI just kept losing parts of myself, until there was nothing left that felt like enough.â
He didnât raise his voice. He didnât need to. His words came steady, quietâbut sharp enough to cut.
âI couldnât face it. I told myself I was protecting you, giving you space, whatever lie made it easier to breathe. But the truth isâI was a coward. Not the dramatic kind, not the ones who run screaming. The quiet kind. The kind that slips out the back door and convinces themselves itâs mercy.â
He looked at her then, really lookedâlike maybe it had taken this long to let himself.
âI thought if I stayed away long enough, youâd stop needing me. That youâd forget whatever version of me you used to count on. That youâd move on, and I could pretend I didnât break anything.â
She didnât say a word. Her jaw was tight. Her eyes were red. But she listened.
âI saw Suho in that bed,â he went on, softer now. âI saw you next to him. And I realized how much I missed. How much I left you to carry. Alone. You always carried everything so quietlyâI think I convinced myself youâd be okay without me. But you werenât. And I wasnât okay without you either.â
He took a step forward, not asking permission. Just letting her see that maybeâfor onceâhe wasnât hiding behind silence.
âIâm not going to make promises. I donât think I have the right to anymore. But I will say this: I never stopped thinking about you. And I was wrong. You didnât deserve that kind of silence. You didnât deserve to feel like you were the one left behind.â
âIâm not here to undo it,â he said, voice low, steady. âI know I canât. I know showing up now doesnât erase anything.â
His gaze lingered on herâthe shine in her eyes that wasnât light, but tears; the shadows beneath them carved by sleepless nights; the way her hair had grown longer, falling like silence across her shoulders.
She looked heartbreakingly beautiful. Not in the way the world defines it, but in the way sorrow shapes someone who kept going anyway.
And it killed himâ
That he was the reason her eyes were wet.
That her sadness wore his name.
She stood there, shoulders tight, something trembling at the edges of her expression. She wanted to scream. Or cry. Or fall into his chest and tell him to hold her like nothing ever broke. But all she could say was, âThen donât leave again.â
He looked at her, really lookedâno flinching, no turning away.
âI wonât,â he said. âNot if you want me to stay.â
The moment his words settled between them, she didnât thinkâshe moved.
Two steps. Three.
She crashed into him.
Her arms wrapped around his shoulders with a desperation that trembled. He froze at first, caught in the sheer force of her pain, then slowlyâgentlyâhis arms came up, holding her like she might disappear again if he let go.
Her voice broke between sobs against his shoulder. âI hate you⊠for disappearing from me.â Her fists curled into his jacket like she wanted to push him away and pull him closer at the same time.
âI hate that you left without a word. I hate that I waited. That I made excuses. That I let you take everything with you.â Sieun didnât flinch. He just held her tighter, his chin resting lightly against the top of her head, grounding her in the way she didnât know she still craved.
"I know" he whispered into her ear, as his hands rested carefully on her waist, "I hate myself too."
Her crying wasnât loudâbut it hurt. It was the kind of crying that sounded like years of swallowed grief cracking open in the arms of someone who once knew her heart.
And in that hospital room, with the beep of Suhoâs monitors humming steady in the background, it was the most honest theyâd ever been.
No more pride.
No more what ifs.
No more sleepless nights.
No more wondering.
No more pretending.
Just them.
The two of them.
And maybe Suho too.
Just themâtired, broken, but finally, finally not alone.

The sobs had quieted into soft sniffles. She didnât let go at firstâbut Sieun gently pulled back, just enough to meet her eyes. His voice still low from everything that had been said. "I have to go."
She didnât flinch. She just blinked, slow and steady, like she was trying to brace herself for something she already knew. âTheyâre waiting for you, aren't they.â she said to him.
That made him pause. His brow pulled in, confused. âHave you met them?â She nodded once, wiping gently under her eye with the edge of her thumb. Her voice softened, raw at the edges. âThey remind me of Suho, Yeong-I and...Beomseok before.â She whispered like a broken tale.
There it wasâthe way his shoulders dipped, almost imperceptibly. Something in him shifted. A ghost passed between them. And for the briefest second, something rare flickered across his face: a smile. Small, hesitant. It didnât quite reach his eyes, but it curled faintly at the corners, like it was trying.
Like it still hurt.
âYou want to meet them?â
The question sat between them like glass. Fragile. Waiting.
She looked down, flexed her fingers once, then met his eyes again.
âDo you want me to?â
The air shiftedâjust slightly. It was still thick with history, but the weight of it wasnât unbearable anymore. Something in it had softened. And for once, there was no panic in his silence.
He didnât rush to answer. He just breathed.
âYeah,â he said at last. âI think I do.â
She took a breath of her own, the kind that comes from choosing to stay, even when the past clings to your ribs. Then she stepped forwardâclose enough that their shoulders nearly brushed, not quite touching, but near enough that warmth moved between them again.
âThen letâs go,â she said.
So they did. No grand declarations. No clean endings. Just two people walking slowly through the quiet, side by side, carrying what couldnât be fixedâbut not alone this time.
They stepped into the lobby, their fingers still loosely threadedâbarely holding, but not letting go. The world outside the hospital buzzed with fluorescent hums and distant footsteps, louder now, clearer somehow. And yet, the quiet between them was no longer something sharp. It was calm. Steady. A kind of peace.
Sieunâs pace faltered when he saw them.
Jun-tae stood with a gaze filled with worry. Go Tak was next to himâalways alert, the crease between his brows softening the moment his eyes landed on Sieun. Baku sat on the bench, knee bouncing restlessly like heâd been trying not to bounce off the walls entirely.
Jun-tae noticed first.
âSieun,â he said simply.
Go Tak straightened, the edge in his posture lifting slightly. âYou okay?â
Sieun gave a small nod. His voice was low, but there was something solid in it now.
âYeah. I'm pretty sure.â
He didnât elaborate, but none of them needed more than that.
Jun-tae gave a tearful confession, she smiled at him. He was a nice kid. Then this guyâstands up and pats him like it was the most natural thing in the world. Saying that he doesn't need to worry about Sieun at all. Go Tak offered a small nod, concern folding quietly into relief.
âTook you long enough,â he said, voice just above a murmur.
This guy, Baku.
He stood with all the dramatic energy of someone whoâd been holding back a performance, like the entire hospital lobby was his stage and heâd just found his cue. With a flourish only Baku could pull off, he patted Jun-taeâs shoulderâa casual gesture that somehow still managed to be loudâand then turned, eyes narrowing like heâd spotted something scandalous.
His gaze dropped to their handsâstill loosely laced, still warm from all the unspoken things they hadnât let go of yet. Bakuâs eyes darted between them, growing comically wide. He pointed, slowly, accusingly, like heâd uncovered a government secret.
âWAITâSIEUNâYOUâSHEâYOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?!â
Sieun blinked.
She blinked.
The hand-holding, still soft between them, hadnât quite registered until that exact moment.
Sieun looked down at their hands like he was just now remembering heâd been holding hers. She didnât let go, though. Neither did he.
Go Tak rolled his eyes with a sigh. Jun-tae chuckled softly even with tears brimming his eyes.
But Baku was already mid-spin, arms out, voice raised dramatically.
âCan we just take a moment to appreciate this development? Sieun! With a hand-holdingâa hand-holding!âin public!â
Sieun groaned under his breath.
âItâs not like that.â
She lifted her chin a little, trying not to smile.
âWeâre just close.â
Baku gave them both a slow, skeptical once-over before the corners of his mouth curled up into a knowing grin.
âItâs like the confession scene in Slam Dunk,â he said, voice dipped in exaggerated awe, clutching his chest as if overcome by the sheer romance of it all. âYou knowâwhen Rukawa says nothing but itâs everything? The hands, the silence, the undeniable tensionâah, iconic.â
She laughed at him, ââŠRukawa never confessed.â
âThatâs the point!â Baku cried, throwing his arms up. âThe beauty is in the restraint! In the mutual understanding! In the unspoken emotions shimerring beneath the surface!â
Go Tak sighed, clearly done with this.
No one bothered correcting him again.
The group moved on, steps falling into rhythm. The jokes kept coming, the teasing never quite biting. And between all of it, their hands stayed where they wereâstill laced, still sure.
She smiled as she watched themâthree boys tangled in their usual chaos, laughter sparking like old warmth in a place too quiet for too long. Her voice came low, almost a sigh dressed in fondness.
âWah⊠he really is like Suho.â She murmured quietly but enough for Sieun to hear. At the sound of her, Sieun turned. His gaze found hers, lingeringânot with surprise, but something quieter. Something like recognition. âYouâre leaving?â
She nodded, the edges of her smile softening. âI should. Iâve been here too long⊠and youâve got company now.â But he was already moving before she finished, closing the distance like a reflex he hadnât forgotten.
âIâll walk you out.â
The three looked at them, and just let them be.
They stepped into the hall together, silence pressing gently between themânot heavy, not awkward, just full of all the things neither of them had the courage to name.
Then, from behind themâ
âYEAH, SIEUNâTAKE CARE OF YOUR GIRLFRIEND!â Bakuâs voice rang out, unfiltered and obnoxiously proud.
Sieun didnât miss a beat.
âSheâs not my girlfriend.â
He stated, but his eyes glint at him. "Back off"
Baku grinned wider, unbothered. âSo I can ask her out?â A sharp thwack cracked through the air as Go Tak smacked the back of Bakuâs head, exasperated. âYou idiot.â
She laughed, quietly.
And Sieun, for a moment, almost smiled too. He grasped tightly to her hand as they walked side by side.
The automatic doors slid open in front of them. The cold outside air kissed her cheeks, sharp and sobering. Sieun stepped out beside her, hands stuffed in his pockets, eyes cast toward the horizon like he was searching for something that hadnât quite arrived yet.
They walked a few steps in silence, their shoulders not quite touching, but close enough to feel the presence of one another.
âI wasnât planning to stay long,â she said quietly, watching her breath curl in the air like smoke. âBut it felt hard to leave.â
Sieun looked at her. âIâm glad you didnât.â
She nodded, eyes fixed on the ground. âI didnât know what I wanted to say when I saw you again,â she admitted. âBut it was never about the words, was it?â
âNo,â he murmured. âIt was about showing up.â
The silence this time wasnât heavy. It hung between them like a thread, soft and delicate, but strong enough to hold something unspoken.
She paused near the curb, the edge of where she had to go. He stopped with her.
âText me,â she said again, barely above a whisper. âEven if itâs just one word.â
âI will.â This time, she smiledânot wide, but real. She took a step backward, eyes still on him.
âTake care of them, okay?â He nodded. âI will.â
And when she turned to leave, he didnât stop herânot out of apathy, but trust. Trust that she would turn around if she ever needed to, and heâd be there.
Sieun stood beneath the washed-out glow of the awning, the light pooling softly at his feet. He didnât call her name. Didnât move. Just watched as she walked into the night, her figure slowly swallowed by shadows and streetlight.
She didnât look back. Not at first.
But a few steps before the crosswalk, she stopped. The kind of pause that wasnât hesitationâit was decision.
Then she turned.
Her eyes werenât bright with tears, and her expression held no drama. Just a kind of quiet knowing. She walked back toward him, deliberate, steady. When she stopped again, it wasnât hesitationâit was declaration.
From her pocket, she pulled something small.
Thenâflickâthe arc of motion was smooth, unceremonious. It landed in his hand with the soft clink of metal.
A black punch ring.
Sieun blinked down at it, the cool weight settling into his palm. He didnât need to ask why. Her voice came low and firm, laced with something fiercer than sadness. âYou canât possibly win with just a ballpen, Sieun-ah. I donât know what youâre fighting for⊠but you better win.â
And just like that, she turned.
No goodbye. No glance over her shoulder.
Only the echo of her footsteps and the charged silence she left behind.
Sieun stared at the ring, the hard curve of it pressing into his lifeline.
And thenâjust barelyâa smile found its way to his face.
Not joy. Not hope.
But the kind saying that he was ready.
Ready for her.
Reay to face it all.
After all, he is a hero. A weak one.

⥠note âââââ I'd do anything just for you to be mines again. I felt sadness pour into me. When you became a stranger, I knew that you'd be leaving me. Then you became a danger, I felt sadness pour into me.
⥠note ââ hope you enjoy it, this would be the last part <3 Probably there would be another one but in S3
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Let's talk about Nene and how she find power in other people.
Nene gets overwhelmed easily and is very insecure, not just about her body but about her power, and smarts too.
When she thought Hanako may like her she wasn't sure about her judgement, but when Aoi who never even met hanako said 'oh yeah, he likes you~' she became far more confident.
Aoi must have been her reassurance for most of Nene's school life, so much so that when Aoi tells her "he might confess to you in the confession tree <3" Nene acts like that's the truth and spend the rest of the chapter giggily waiting for it.
She is right that Hanako have a crush on her, but when he start hiding behind excuses, she believes it right away. She never consider that his excuses and his feelings can both be true, she trust what he says more than her own judgement
When she started getting involved with the supernatural she start getting more and more doubts about herself. Her issues growing from the simple 'do they find me cute? can i get a boyfriend?' to questions about what is right and how much power she have.
She have a crisis when she learns Hanako used to be a living student, with a real life, who killed a real person. She become so helpless by this realization that she can't look at him in the eye.
Reality is so overwhelming, that she keep running away from Hanako.
There is no "Hanako is my friend anyways! His life doesn't matter what matter is the now!! Let's gooo!!" self talk in the garden. She want to hide. To give up.
Kou is the one that come to her side and reassure Nene that her feelings are valid, that not knowing what to is alright. That there is nothing wrong with being overwhelmed and doing all you can do, even when 'all you can do' isn't much.
They find strenght in each other.

Throught the entire manga Kou is there to cheer Nene up or to back up her plans. They are in this together.
Break the fake world? Rescue Hanako? Go to the Red House cause a kid is crying?? That's a Nene and Kou plan. That's their team effort. They got each other's back! They can do it!
Even when the idea isn't that good, Kou constantly cheer her, rewarding Nene for trying instead of giving up.
Most of the time Hanako is with Kou cheering her up, albeit not as upfront, being his indirect and 'haha just kidding i would die if i was vulnerable!' self.
Regardless, Nene got support through every step of this new and scary supernatural world!
Or at least... most of the time. Let's go over the instances where times were tough and Nene didn't have Kou and Hanako by her side. The times when she become her most vulnerable and insecure. She ceases to be "Your overwhelming grass type and beloved heroine Yashiro Nene!" and becomes Nene, the insecure high school girl.
When she learned about her death she was lost and confused, she didn't try to imply she could conquer death, she couldn't do anythnig, so she asked for guidance.
When she was given no real answer, just cryptic orders to stay in her caje forever cause hanako will 'solve everything', Nene was even more lost. And she was alone. No one to talk to in her time of need, no one to cheer her up.
We have no panels of her trying to break her window of wiggle between her caje bars because she isn't determined, she was devastated. So she cried and cried and tried to comfort herself
ONLY AFTER who knows how many doodles and time to process her feelings does her hopelessness turn into anger for Hanako and determination to change her situation.
She only fully enter "I will fight this! I can do it!! I won't do what Hanako want!!" mode after Mei visits her with a friendly dispossition and comforts her, giving her sweets to soothe her heart and give her energy.
Nene say her tears are false here, a mere ploy to make Mei lower her guard!! But it is rotted in real sadness.
The fire she gained after doodling her friends in the real world only spread into an inferno of determination when she is told she is deeply loved, that Hanako would sacrifice everything for her sake. That love is why this was made in the first place.
This world want to protect her, not kill her. Her hapiness is cheerished. And she isn't happy. She haven't loss the real world yet, she can still change things.
She was already determined to change things, but she doubles down on it, she gain more confidence and becomes bolder. She will kick and scream and try her best to win! Is amazing. She is sweating but she know what she is doing is right so she will do it!!
Throught the manga, as the time passes she start to stand up for herself more, she tries harder, she takes any opportunity she can to do something and believe in herself. She stop seeking superficial attention to feel worth.
Take her play of Oz for exemple, she want to be dorothy, the big role that is worthy of a beautiful dress and all the spotlight! Despite all her development and traumas she still cares that she was given a unimpressed role, that she 'isn't worthy' of the main role
But instead of being unable to focus on anything else except how bad her role is and how uncute it makes her, as the Nene from the start of the manga would, she get the strenght to move pass it and have fun, keeping her head high because she won't be alone.
Hanako will be there for her.
Hanako is one of her biggest strenghts, and when he is gone she is hit hard.
Her first instinct is to seek someone to talk too.
And when she can't, she falls. There is nothing she can do, her friends are already dead, and just like her own death, she doesn't know how to solve it.
Even when she feels better, going out to the arcade instead of being trapped alone in her room, the moment she remembers that she can't talk to her friends, that they are gone, she relapses again, sapped of all of her strenght.
She is 15, she can't handle this.
Her major sorces of comfort is still her close friends, which is normal, but she does gain strenght from other people.
Enters Teru and Akane.
Akane is one of the characters that push her to act when things are at their most hopeless, but unlike Kou and Aoi he isn't her cheerleader, he never coddles her. If she ask for reassurance that she is beautiful, or useful, or doing the right thing, he will either not give her that or straight up say "I dissagree".
Akane is not a source of hope for Nene, his belief in her is not nearly as strong as Kous or Hanako or Aoi's belief in her. Just as Nene's believe in herself isn't very strong in hopeless situations.
He never sugarcoats tragedy, in fact he consistently drag her back to how bleak things are. Ignore the arcade, don't distract yourself: Face reality.
He is open about his misery.
It mostly feel like he is processing his own feelings when he rants to Nene, but the end message is clear "I hate this, i want to try to change it. You want to, don't you?" which is exactly how Nene feels.
They are hopeless but they're not alone in this hopelessness. Despite Nene never working up with Akane during the rescue arc. This served as a reality check, which serves to process her feelings better.
Reality does sucks, there is no clear solution, she is unhappy, she does want to change things, she hates crying and being helpless while her friends are dead/suffering. So she eat a sugary sweet to comfort herself and she chin up.
Akane never says "you can do it, you are stronger than you think!" he sucks at comforting, I love him but oh god he sucks. But the message he gives her is till important "You have to do it." "You have to try anyways or you'll stay helpless."
Teru is the savior, Nene already idolized him from the start, but he is the one that showed them a way to rescue Aoi too. He is amazing. He can do the impossible!
Now let's jump to the new timeline.
Kou, her buddy, her biggest cheerleader, doesn't know her. It hit hards and she was so so happy to have him back!!
But just as quickly as she gets to see her buddy, Kou is gone, this is just a shell trying to lure her to death, the real one is dead at the bottom of a wheel.
She doesn't have the time to process that, because Hanako, her big source of comfort, doesn't exist. Amane, who she had watched be brutally slashed by Teru, have been possessed and wants to kill her and all her friends instead of protecting her.
Teru, this invincible guy (Nene wasn't present when No.6 took Teru down, so for her he is unbeatable) that made saving Aoi possible, is the first one down.
Everyone is doing what they can, so Nene does too, she want to help her friends, she can't let them be in danger! While Aoi takes charge, she doesn't allow herself to be too shocked and focus on destroying the tentacle attacking Akane.
But she is still terrified.
The last thing she want to do is to be alone. But she have too. Once more, Akane doesn't sugarcoat the situation, he says "This reality, it sucks, and if you want to change it, you have to act! Go!"
But this time he is left behind too. Nene is completely and utterly alone.
She has the weight of the world on her shoulders as she run through the city for who knows how long, but she is terrified and she doesn't have Akane to be terrified with her, just the weight of his words and the faint hope that they'll meet her in the big clock to keep her going.
She is doing something so so big, she need to talk to someone first, she need strenght. She need people.
So she seek them. And no one answers.
She crumbles, she becomes small. There is no heroine to be seem, just a teen girl in shambles after losing every. single. person that used to give her strenght.
That's why Tsuchigomori was needed.
Let her cry. Let her process the situation with a comforting sweet to gather the strenght to do what she must.
#yashiro nene#toilet bound hanako kun#jshk#jibaku shounen hanako kun#tbhk#tbhk spoilers#aoi akane#akane aoi#aaaah i am not that confident in this analysis but i had to say something#kou minamoto#minamoto teru#hanako#nene yashiro
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pilots have had an overall, fun fact. I don't think I've posted about them publicly for a while. freaks from moon sat'tchuckthuck (kyhuine given name in their study of astronomy on altuyur)
22-08-2024 edit: extra colors examples and an actually rendered version (oc)
you can view the evolution of their design under the cut ->
these have never been posted before because i thought they sucked, and also just because i didn't feel like doing it. several sophonts existences in the solar system are friend-only information atm lol
the first version has been posted on their first post, as much as i still like the mecha design by itself (despite the fucked up leg placement) , i think it should only have a single pilot, and i also don't think there was much thought put behind how people sit in there etc.. So it looks a bit awkward overall. their first design was just a quick doodle i need to draw as fast as i can before i forget the idea, so it's not good LOL. its wonky, very wonky.
this one is from march 2023, there isn't much change between the two but i still think they're interesting to have in the row. the clothes look awkward, i don't think i thought about how they'd be put on by the pilots, the layering, and so on. what used to be manipulator limbs look award too
this is when i was trying to make them more fun. i shortened them, made them longer and blabla.. but in the end, they just looked like corgis/ dogs to me and i wasn't satisfied with that. Not that i think sophonts can't look like x earth animal, this is just me wanting to feel satisfied with my own work and not wanting to make dog 2. i don't know the exact date of this drawing, but im assuming its in late 2023
in may 2024, the current design of pilots was made. funnily enough, it just came to me one day. My brain flashed an image and i tried to draw it as fast as i could. compared to the top drawing the limbs for carrying their youngs weren't finalized.
the crest changing between every drawing / versions doesn't matter. because their crest changes color constantly to communicate and speak with each others. like a sort of cuttlefish skin effect, i guess pilots can still be fully white. it's just their coat for when temperatures drops. But since their moon is going through an ice age their body keeps is disoriented constantly. Workers who stay outside all year will have a winter coat constantly. But people who work / stay inside all the time are in heated environment, thus their winter coat never start up. and so on with that
heres test of the freak with winter coat ->
their texture would be horrible, the end bits of their fur is harden, its so thick and packed and feel like velvet. even the non winter coat still feel like velvet
Despite the current design having longer legs, they're still small guys because that's more fun. Pilots are 100 cm (3ft) tall. you can pick them up (they might be sized wrong on the doodle whatever)
#pilot#redesign#2024#sat'tchuckthuck#digital art#my art#artists on tumblr#worldbuilding#speculative zoology#speculative biology#xenobiology
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BLLK BOYS' CHRISTMAS GIFTS!

chars: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, chigiri hyoma, mikage reo, hiori yo, shidou ryusei, itoshi sae, michael kaiser, alexis ness x fem! reader (all seperate)
a/n: whew that's a lot of characters.. ;-;
isagi yoichi
heâs overthinking. like, seriously overthinking. this man has researched âbest gifts for girlfriendsâ on google at least five times. a candle? too basic. jewelry? what if you donât like it? a heartfelt handwritten letter? too corny.
it takes bachira dragging him to a mall (where he immediately gets overwhelmed by the crowds) to finally decide. he ends up picking out a cute sweater thatâs totally your style and pairs it with a charm bracelet he thinks would look adorable on you. bonus: he spends an extra half hour wrapping it perfectly. thereâs no way heâs messing this up.
... except he accidentally forgets the tag and panics, scribbling a little sticky note with âto the best girlfriend ever :)â right before handing it to you.
bachira meguru
bachiraâs gift? chaotic perfection. this man goes all out, no second-guessing. he decides on a custom plushie that looks like you and him as little cartoon characters (itâs both adorable and mildly terrifying, letâs be real).
but thatâs not all. he also makes a scrapbook filled with random polaroids of the two of you â some cute, some extremely cursed â and decorates every page with colorful doodles and washi tape.
he doesnât bother with wrapping paper, though. he hands it to you in a giant gift bag covered in glitter with the words âBEST GIRLFRIEND IN THE WORLD!â written in permanent marker.
rin itoshi
rin claims he doesnât âdo christmas.â yeah, okay, mr. grinch. except he totally does, because heâs secretly been working on his gift for weeks. he gets you something practical but meaningful, like a sleek pair of headphones in your favorite color, engraved with your initials.
oh, and he throws in a tiny sanrio keychain because he noticed you staring at one in a store once. (yes, he remembers these things. donât ask how.)
he doesnât say much when he gives it to you, just a quiet âmerry christmasâ while awkwardly avoiding your gaze. but you catch the little smile when you say you love it, and itâs the best present of all.
nagi seishiro
nagi... completely forgot it was christmas until reo reminded him. but donât worry, heâs got this! (or so he claims.)
his idea of a âperfectâ gift is something chill and cozy â like a weighted blanket and a pair of fluffy socks, because he knows you love staying warm. he wraps them in the most halfhearted way possible, with tape sticking out everywhere and zero attempt at folding the edges.
âitâs whatâs inside that counts,â he mumbles when you laugh at the wrapping job. you love it anyway, because itâs so him. and when you catch him napping under that same blanket with you later, you know he secretly loves it too.
chigiri hyoma
chigiriâs gift is effortlessly elegant, just like him. he spends weeks planning it out because he wants everything to be perfect. he gets you a delicate necklace with a tiny charm that reminds him of you â maybe a snowflake or a flower.
but thatâs not all. he also bakes you cookies (yes, chigiri bakes, fight me on this) and arranges them in a cute little tin with a handwritten card. the card? itâs filled with heartfelt words that make you tear up just a little.
when you thank him, he gives you one of those soft smiles that makes your heart race. âonly the best for you,â he says, like itâs the most obvious thing in the world.
mikage reo
reo spoils you. like, you tried to tell him to keep it small this year, but does reo listen? absolutely not.
his gift is an entire experience â dinner at a fancy restaurant, followed by a private ice-skating session (because, of course, he booked the whole rink). then he hands you a perfectly wrapped box containing the most beautiful dress (or outfit) he picked out just for you.
âi saw it and thought itâd look amazing on you,â he says casually, like he didnât spend hours agonizing over it. you try to scold him for going overboard, but he just grins. âyour happiness is worth it.â
hiori yo
hiori is the thoughtful gift-giver. he listens to every little thing you say and somehow remembers it all.
so when you open his gift, youâre stunned to find itâs exactly what you mentioned months ago â whether itâs a book you wanted to read, a cozy hoodie you loved, or even that random stuffed animal you gushed about once in passing.
he also includes a playlist he made just for you, filled with songs that remind him of you and your time together. when you tell him how much it means to you, he gives you a shy smile and says, âi just wanted to make sure you felt special.â
shidou ryusei
shidouâs gift? utterly unhinged but somehow sweet in the weirdest way possible. he buys you a gigantic stuffed animalâlike, it barely fits through the door. why? because he âwants you to think of him when youâre hugging it.â (as if you could forget him even if you tried.)
but wait, thereâs more. he also gives you a pair of matching pajamas. yes, matching. one side is obnoxiously pink with sparkly hearts (yours), and the other is black with a neon skull print (his).
when you ask him why, he just smirks and goes, âso everyone knows weâre the ultimate power couple, babe.â obnoxious? yes. thoughtful in his own shidou way? absolutely.
itoshi sae
sae doesnât do christmas gifts. or so he says. but then he shows up at your place with a sleek little bag in hand, acting like itâs not a big deal.
inside? the perfect pair of winter glovesâluxurious, soft, and in your favorite color. oh, and he picked out a matching scarf, because, in his words, âyouâre always complaining about being cold.â
he tries to play it cool when you gush over the gift, but you catch the tiniest smirk when you wrap the scarf around your neck. âdonât make it a big deal,â he mutters, but the way he watches you wear it says otherwise.
michael kaiser
kaiserâs gift is pure drama. he makes an event out of it, because, of course, he has to be the center of attention. he leads you on a whole scavenger hunt through the house, complete with cryptic notes and hints that are honestly harder than necessary.
when you finally reach the last clue, itâs a big box wrapped in glittery gold paper with an obnoxiously large bow. inside? a designer coat that probably cost more than your rent.
âonly the best for my empress,â he says with that signature smug grin, pulling you into his arms. when you point out he went way overboard, he shrugs and smirks. âyouâre worth it.â
alexis ness
ness is the ultimate cinnamon roll gift-giver. he spends weeks making something special for youâlike a scrapbook filled with photos, ticket stubs, and little notes from your time together.
but he also surprises you with something cozy, like a fluffy blanket or a custom sweater he picked out because he knows youâre always cold.
when you thank him, his cheeks turn pink, and he shyly mutters, âi just wanted you to have something that feels like a hug from me.â (stop. heâs too precious.)
© txrully 2024
do not copy, translate, plagiarize, or post my works on other platforms.
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hmmm should i make a part 2 w other characters? pls lmk! ^^

#isagi yoichi#isagi x reader#bllk#bllk x reader#bachira meguru#bachira x reader#rin itoshi#itoshi rin x reader#fluff#christmas#nagi seishiro#nagi seishiro x reader#nagi x reader#chigiri hyoma#chigiri x reader#reo mikage#reo mikage x reader#female reader#hiori yo#hiori x reader#bllk shidou#shidou ryusei#shidou x reader#itoshi sae#michael kaiser#kaiser x reader#alexis ness#ness x reader#cute#rin itoshi x reader
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Code Love



Hyunjin x fem!reader
Warnings: nothing!!
Genre: colleagues to lovers, flufffff
Summary: Hyunjin is a brilliant post doc at the lab where you're perusing your PhD. He is such a sweet and sexy genius, and you are completely in love.
a/n : For all my science/research girlies đ€
It was another late night at the lab. You were squinting at the test tubes in front of you trying to make sense of the results. But you were struggling to concentrate with the way your heart was pounding.
He was just sitting there, at his workstation, effortlessly spinning a pipette between his long, elegant fingers. Nothing for your dramatic heart to pound like that.
âDid you hear me, Y/N?â Hyunjinâs soft voice cut through your thoughts.
âHuh?â you blinked, attempting to act like you hadnât just been imagining how those fingers would feel on your - never mind.
âI said,â Hyunjin grinned, âyouâre incubating that reaction too long.â
âOh, um, I knew thatâ you fumbled with the timer, cheeks heating up. âTotally knew that. Thanks, Hyunjin.â
âSure, no problem,â he said, eyes sparkling like he enjoyed watching you unravel.
God, why was he like this?
That face? Those lips? And that brain? This was unfair. He had to have some flaw - how can a man be this perfect?
âAre you staying late tonight?â he asked casually, leaning back in his chair.
âI have to,â you mumbled. âThis experiment is dragging on, and I have to submit the report by the end of the week.â
Hyunjin hummed, and said, âOh good, I'll have some company then.â
You could literally see him doodling flowers into his book - he had nothing to do here. But yet every time you had to stay in late, he'd be hanging around too. Just the two of you.
Your brain immediately betrayed you, fueling your wild fantasy where he wasnât staying late for work but because he secretly wanted to spend time alone with you. You were fighting so hard to maintain a shred of professionalism, but it was so hard when he was looking at you like that.
Hyunjin hummed softly under his breath as he continued to doodle, the sound sending tingles down your spine. Of course he was a good singer too. You just didn't understand what the universe even wanted from you anymore.
---
âI swear to God, Ji, if he twirls that pipette one more time, Iâm going to launch myself across the lab bench, and just -â You were sprawled on the sofa in Jisung's apartment, sighing dramatically.
Jisung was your work bestie, working in the lab next door to yours. And he was the only one in the world who knew about your extreme devotion to Hyunjin.
Jisung burst out laughing, as he said, âThis is bad, babe,â
âBad? Jisung, I seriously can't even think when he's around.â you said. âOh my God!!â
âHave you considered just telling him you like him?â Jisung smirked.
âRight, and ruin the perfectly good thing we have going where I pine silently while he ruins me with his brilliance? No, thank you.â
âYouâre hopeless.â
---
The next late-night session happened way too soon, where Hyunjin wandered over to your bench, peering at your data from over your shoulder. He leaned in close, the scent of cologne (or whatever pheromones that he's sending your way) invading your senses - it's simply intoxicating.
âWant me to take a look at that?â he asked, âYou've been spending way too much time on it.â
âYeah,â you muttered, trying not to stutter. âItâs just...a lot of noise in the data.â
âLet me see,â he said, pulling a stool next to you. He reached for the keyboard, and your heart fluttered as his fingers brushed yours.
You wanted to cry. Please don't be so sweet and sexy at the same time, you begged internally. You cursed your body for betraying you with every glance while he explained what he was doing. You could feel the tension in your shoulders as you tried to focus on what he was saying.
Get a grip, Y/N, you reminded yourself. This is professional. Stop fantasizing about this ridiculously hot man whoâs inexplicably obsessed with helping you.
When he finally looked up, you realized youâd been staring at him the whole time.
âWhat?â he asked, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
âNothing... thanks. Youâre really good at this,â you stammered.
He tilted his head, studying you for a moment.
âYouâre good at this too, Y/N. We all have our bad days. Donât sell yourself short.â he said, patting your shoulder gently before standing up.
You felt your heart squeeze at the sincerity in his tone, and you watched as he went back to his own seat.
Stop it. Heâs being nice. Donât read into it. Just focus on the work.
But it was so hard not to read into it. The way he leaned closer when he spoke, the way his fingersa brushed against yours when he passed you something, and the way he was always so soft with you.
Donât think about it. Donât think about it.
âY/N, Iâm begging you. BEGGING. Tell him. I'm sure he's dying to hear it.â Jisung said, smiling at the girl who handed over our coffees at the cafe.
âYou donât get it! I can't risk it, if he's just being nice, then -â
âBabe,â Jisung drawled, âwhat world do you live in?!â
âDonât give me hope, Ji.â you sighed as you walked towards your lab, the early morning breeze cool against your skin.
âHope? The man stays late every time you do, flirts with you nonstop, and compliments you after he does your work for you. At this point, Iâm falling for him,â Jisung said, throwing his hands up. âSeriously, babe, if you donât jump him soon, I might.â
---
The cold room was your least favorite part of the lab. You hated everything about it - the freezing temperature, its claustrophobic size and the damn protein extraction procedure that drained the life out of you.
But here you were, miserably clutching your samples and praying for the nightmare to end soon.
âY/N?â Hyunjinâs voice echoed through the door as it opened, and you turned to see him stepping in.
Great. Now you were cold and flustered.
âHow's the extraction going?â he asked, his tone light as he slipped on his gloves.
âGoing wonderfully,â you muttered, shivering despite your layers.
He grinned, coming closer and watching you work.
âDo you want me to take over?â He asked, making you sigh.
âAnd miss out on the joy of freezing to death? Never,â you joked weakly, and Hyunjin laughed. âYou're too nice, Hyunjin. But I've got this.â
âNice?â he repeated, leaning back slightly but still watching you intently. âYou sure about that?â
You froze, suddenly way too aware of how close he was standing. Was he teasing you? Was this flirting?
âI- I mean, yeah,â you stammered, breaking eye contact. âYouâre always helping me...â
âMaybe I have my reasons.â Hyunjin tilted his head, his smile softening.
Your heart leapt into your throat as you asked, âReasons?â
Before he could answer, the door swung open.
âHow's your favorite experiment going?â Jisung's loud voice floated in. âOh, hi Hyunjin!â
You didn't know if you wanted to strangle Jisung for ruining the moment or hug him for saving you from it.
Hyunjin, ever the sweetheart, just laughed and said, âHi Jisung, I think she's doing just fine,â
âOf course she is,â Jisung said, moving aside for Hyunjin to step out.
âWhat was that?â He asked as soon as Hyunjin left.
âWhat are you doing here?!â you hissed. âWe were getting somewhere, but also, if you hadn't come I would've fainted. Like I feel so dizzy, my gloves are all wet from sweating-â
âY/N,â Jisung said, gripping your shoulders and shaking you lightly. âYou like him. He obviously likes you. The universe is literally freezing you together in this cold room to force you to act. Next time, please -â
It was barely 5 am, and you groaned as you shuffled into the lab, your hair in a messy bun and sleep still stinging your eyes. But the bacterial cultures didnât care about your sleep schedule - or lack thereof.
Throwing on your lab coat and gloves with the grace of a zombie, you started checking the growth plates with bleary eyes.
Youâd barely managed to finish when Jisung strolled in, carrying two steaming cups of coffee.
âMorning, Sleeping Beauty,â he teased, setting a cup in front of you.
âI love you, Ji,â you muttered, taking the first sip and feeling a spark of life return to your body. âI don't know why I wanted to be a scientist.â
Jisung plopped down next to you, snickering, and started scrolling through his phone while you leaned your head against his shoulder. And he rested his head against yours, before placing a quick peck on your temple.
You were starting to fall asleep, when the lab door creaked open.
You both glanced up to see Hyunjin walk in. His cheeks were pink from the cold and he stopped at the door for a second, his eyes fixed on you.
âMorning,â he greeted, and you gave him a small wave, still too sleepy to form words. Jisung returned the greeting, and then left quickly.
You noticed Hyunjinâs smile didnât quite reach his eyes. That's new. He moved to his workstation, setting down his bag and pulling out his laptop.
You sat up straighter, something about Hyunjinâs silence gnawing at you. He didnât even glance your way, which was unusual.
Hyunjin, meanwhile, was battling a whirlwind of emotions. He knew you and Jisung were close friends - youâd mentioned it so many times. But seeing the way your head rested against his shoulder and Jisung had kissed your temple - it just looked way too intimate. Too cosy.
He hated feeling this way, especially when you werenât his to begin with. Still, the disappointment twisted in his chest and he didn't know what to do about it. So he focused on his work.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldnât stop his gaze from drifting back to you.
---
You let it go on till about noon. But it was killing you - you weren't used to this kind of behavior from Hyunjin and it was starting to stress you out. So summoning your courage, you walked over to Hyunjin and said, âHey,â
He glanced up, his expression neutral as he said, âHey.â
âYou okay?â you asked, trying to keep your tone light. âYou're so...quiet.â
âIâm fine. Just a lot on my mind.â Hyunjin said, giving you a small smile.
âYou sure?â you pressed, feeling a strange pang of hurt.
He nodded, but his smile didnât quite reach his eyes. âYeah. Donât worry about me.â
You stood there for a moment, unsure of what to say. He was being so distant, and it left a strange, hollow ache in your chest. Finally, you gave him a small nod and walked back to your seat, feeling totally crushed by his uncharacteristic coolness.
Hyunjinâs silence stretched into the next day. And the day after that. In fact he hadn't spoken more than a couple of words to you in the past two days. And it hurt so much, considering the fact that you don't even know why he was doing this all of a sudden.
You tried to brush it off at first. Maybe he was just busy, or stressed. But the space he was putting between you felt deliberate, like he was doing this on purpose.
Hyunjin, on the other hand, was crumbling inside. He adored you. And that too for long enough that the thought of losing you was nearly unbearable.
You and Jisung were so close. And you looked so comfortable. He couldn't take it. He wasn't going to let his heart shatter like that.
So, heâd made a decision: if he couldnât have you, heâd rather step back than risk the heartbreak of watching you fall for someone else. Even if it meant burying his feelings.
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The next morning, you were back in the cold room. Youâd been trying to salvage your protein extraction for hours, but nothing was going right. Your hands were trembling as you loaded yet another sample, and your vision blurred with tears of frustration.
âThis is so stupid,â you whispered to yourself, your voice cracking. âWhy canât anything just go right for once?â
You sniffled, wiping your cheek with your sleeve, as you continued your monologue.
âI just want my Jinnie back. Why does he hate me now? What did I do wrong?â your voice wavered as you spoke through your tears.
What you didn't see was that the cold room door had opened quietly, and Hyunjin had stepped inside. He froze at the sound of your voice, his chest tightening at the sadness in your words.
Your Jinnie?
Your name slipped from his lips, soft and hesitant, âY/N?â
You stiffened, your body freezing and your heart racing as you heard his voice.
âWhat?â you croaked, refusing to turn around, too mortified to meet his eyes.
âWhy are you crying?â Hyunjin asked, taking a step closer.
You shook your head, refusing to face him.
âWhy do you care?â You asked, and it broke his heart to see you wipe your tears.
âPlease don't say that, of course I care-â
âItâs nothing. Just this stupid experiment. And... everything else.â
âY/N,â he said again, his voice firmer now. âPlease. Talk to me.â
You gripped the edge of the table, your knuckles turning white.
âI canât do this anymore, Hyunjin,â you whispered. âI canât keep pretending everythingâs fine when itâs not. You won't even talk to me, and itâs killing me. I just... I just want my Hyunjinnie back. Just stop hurting me like this.â
The silence that followed was deafening. You felt the tears spill over again, your shoulders trembling as you waited for him to say something. Anything.
And then you felt it.
Warmth. His strong arms wrapping around you from behind, his chest pressing against your back as he pulled you into a tight embrace.
You gasped softly, frozen for a moment before leaning into him, your tears falling freely now.
âIâm sorry,â Hyunjin whispered, his voice trembling as he buried his face in your shoulder. âIâm so, so sorry.â
You turned your head slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of his face.
âWhy are you mad at me?â you asked. âDid I do something wrong?â
âNo,â he said quickly, his hold on you tightening. âIt wasnât you. It was me. I was scared.â
âScared of what?â
âOf losing you,â he admitted, his voice barely audible. âI thought... I thought you and Jisung -â
âJisung?â you repeated, blinking in confusion. âYou know heâs my best friend, Hyunjin. He's like a brother to me.â
âI thought I was protecting myself,â he admitted, his lips close to your ear. âI thought Iâd lose you to Jisung, and I couldnât handle it. But I didnât realize... I didnât realize I was hurting you in the process.â
âI can't believe you never saw me thirsting over you, Hyunjinâ you said, your voice incredulous. âWhat are you even saying?!â
Hyunjin let out a shaky laugh, burying his face into your neck. âGod, Iâm an idiot.â
âYou are,â you sniffled, though your tone was softer now.
He pulled back just enough to turn you around, his hands gently cupping your cheeks.
âI love you, Y/N. Iâve loved you for so long. And I was so scared- â he stopped short as he saw the look on your face.
âYou... you love me?â
âI adore you,â he said, giving you a shy smile.
You let out a breathless laugh, the weight on your chest lifting for the first time in days.
âI love you too, Hyunjin. So damn much.â
His smile widened, and before you could say another word, he asked, âCan I... can I kiss you?â
âYes,â you whispered, and when his lips met yours, it was the most beautiful thing in the world. He kissed you so softly (even though you just wanted to eat him up.)
You both stepped out of the cold room together, the door clicking shut behind you. Your cheeks were flushed, your lips swollen from the kiss, and as you glanced at Hyunjin, you saw he was in no better shape.
You didn't get to take another step forward as the door to your lab opened and Jisung's head popped in.
His eyes flicked between you and Hyunjin and you could hear the gears turning in his head as he tried to piece together what he was seeing. And then he smirked.
You glared at him, because you know that look on his face, and Hyunjin just stood there, his arms crossed and a smile that said âI got what I wanted".
âCongratulations,â Jisung said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. âIâm so happy for you both. But oh my god, you two idiotsâŠâ
The grin on his face was priceless. He was enjoying this way too much.
âI swear, if you donât shut up -â You swatted him on the arm.
Jisung winced dramatically but couldnât hide his laughter.
âWhat? You guys make an adorable couple... but honestly, you both are just so dumb.â
Well, you couldn't agree more.
Tags: @moonchild9350 @velvetmoonlght
#stray kids#skz#hyunjin x reader#hyunjin x y/n#hyunjin x you#hyunjin fluff#hyunjin angst#skz x reader#skz fluff#stray kids x reader#stray kids fluff#hwang hyunjin#hyunjin
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⥠tommy gets jealous | oneshot
⥠fandom; Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003/2006)
⥠characters; Thomas Hewitt
⥠reader; gender neutral
âĄcw; mentions of kidnapping and violence, donât date people who want to slash you irl not a good foundation for a relationship
âĄnotes; I put on my big boy panties and wrote something other than a bulleted list!!
I just love a good âi trust you but i sure as fuck donât trust anybody elseâ type jealously trope. Also some Tommy doing ASL!! We love a (selectively?) mute king.
âąââąâąâŠ â€ âŠâąâąââą
You were an oblivious person. Most of the time, anyways. Youâd been totally shocked when Luda Mae didnât let you leave the night you arrived at the Hewitt house, totally shocked when Charlie told you Thomas was obsessed with you, and more surprised still that Charlie had been right.
You werenât stupidâ you put two and two together that these folks were cannibals as soon as you saw the basement. You nearly talked Monty into letting you go, and you slipped your restraints a couple times before you were settled in. Youâd done well in school and still could read a book in one sitting.
Maybe⊠socially inept was a better word, harsh as it sounded. It was only people that you had a such a hard time with. You trusted them, but you could almost never wrap your head around what they were thinking.
Like the customers that stayed too long . It happened a lot. Bikers and tourists and all sorts of folks would stop in when you were working in the convenience store, and usually more than once a day a man would stay leaned on the counter, chatting away until his buddies were about to leave him. Sometimes theyâd be alone, and Luda would give you a break early and theyâd go off looking all huffy.
It very rarely occurred to you that the men were trying to flirt. You didnât think of yourself as someone that happened to- and treated all customers the same. Why would they think you wanted to bang em when all you did was smile? Being nice was part of your job.
Luda Mae payed no mind to the men or your conversations. If thereâd been any cause for concern, sheâd be able to quash it very easily. But she found it endearing, especially your confusion and apathy when they did get balls enough to be blunt . In her mind you were so devoted to Thomas that other men were just nuisances.
Thatâs why no one had mentioned it to Thomas. He rarely came up to help now that you were there to help Luda Mae, but today there was extra stock, and her joints had been aching from the weather. You were on register, Luda Mae relaxed in a rocker on the porch, and Tommy stalked the aisles and put out trinkets and canned food and all the other junk you sold. You were trying not to go distract him and stood leaned over the counter, doodling on some scrap paper between customers.
âWell hello darlin,â A man drawled, hands on his belt buckle. He was trying too hard to be a real Texan, but he wasnât from up North like you. âYou got any cigarettes back there?â
âSure do! Letâs see⊠got Camels, Lucky Strike- I really like these ones, the Salems, theyâre menthol-â
âYou look too sweet to smoke. Iâll take the Camels,â
âWell, only do it on special occasions,â you shrugged, not paying much attention as Thomas stalked towards the front âAnything else?â
âWell. That depends.â
âOn?â
âIf youâre free or not tonight.â
You blinked, then furrowed your brow âYou tryna ask me out?â
âWell I- oho shit!â The man laughed uncomfortably as he noticed Thomas right behind him âYou scared me there big guy-â
He huffed and slunk behind the counter as the man nervously tried to get back on topic âAnyways⊠ahemâŠso about that date-?â
You huffed and out a hand on your hip âWell, depends?â
He perked up a bit âOn what?â
âIf you can beat my boyfriend in a fight.â On cue Thomas wrapped his arms around you from behind, growling as he hooked his chin on your head.
The man quickly turned tail and mumbled something about being out of practice, forgetting the cigarettes completely. You could feel Tommy relax and turned to let him pick you up and set you on the counter. Even then you werenât eye to eye with the giant of a manâŠbut it was closer, and you liked feeling tiny anyway.
ââŠhi baby.â You cooed and loosely wrapped your arms around his neck. He huffed and nuzzled you, as he often did as a form of reassurance. You giggled and pecked his mask âAnnoying, right?â
He nodded and scowled, keeping his grip tight on your hips
ââŠwhatâs wrong?â
He hesitated but pulled back to sign âMine. All mine. Right?â
You giggled again âOf course! All yours- always.â
He smiled softly- the sort of expression only you could coax out of him âAlwaysâ
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How Haikyuu Boys Would Confess Their Feelings

First post!! I apologize for any mistakes or if it's shit hehe (Ë¶Ë á” Ë˶) .á.á
Hinata Shoyo: He did it though text because he got too nervous but then realized he should've done it properly and biked to your place.
Kageyama Tobio: Accidentally blurted it out somehow when Tsukishima was teasing him about it, you just happened to be there.Â
Tsukishima Kei: You kept provoking him in the middle of doing class work but for once he didn't retaliate, he kept avoiding you until one day you cornered him and he confessed his feelings. It was your turn to be quiet, and he was loving it.Â
Yamaguchi Tadashi: He was a nervous wreck, in his head all he wanted to do was stay in the shadows and admire you from afar, however he did promise Shimada he would try and be more confident, so he confessed when you ran into each other at the store
Tanaka Ryunosuke: Probably liked you since he first saw you, so probably confessed right then and there.Â
Nishinoya Yuu: He was pretty shy at first but he would make sure that he does it properly and make sure to make a grand gesture out of it to wow you. He'd show up at your door randomly and get down on one knee and confess while you just stand there blinking at him.Â
Sawamura Daichi: There was this guy who kept bothering you and there were many times where he stepped up and defended you from him. So one day after it happened he confessed to you and asked you out to make sure that guy would never come near you again.
Sugawara Koshi: Was studying with you and you caught sight of some scribbles and doodles on his notebook, you pretended not to see it but he caught you. He passed you a note later on confessing his feelings for you and asking you out.
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Kuroo Tetsuro: He was always pretty flirty with you, but you figured it was just his personality. So the time he tried to sit you down and confess you thought it was a joke.. whoops
Yaku Morisuke: You were pestering him about who he had a crush on and he told you to guess, he kept saying no to every girl you said until you guessed yourself⊠he went real quiet after.Â
Kozume Kenma: He'd build something for you in the shared Minecraft server and just leave out signs confessing his feelings, most likely not wanting to do it in person.Â
Haiba Lev: He invited you to watch one of his practice matches against another school and once he won he excitedly came up to you and asked you out with a new profound confidence.
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Oikawa Toru: Was trying to fend off his fangirls and grabbed you saying that he wasn't interested. You asked him if he was for real (teasingly) however he blushed and confessed his feelings after his fangirls left.Â
Iwaizumi Hajime: Was contemplating it for a while because you and him were pretty good friends and he was hesitant to even do something, one day he just decided that he should do it and immediately called you and confessed before he has the chance to chicken out, bought you flowers the next time you meet.
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Bokuto Kotaro: He'd make a card and give it to you, watching you as you opened it with the biggest grin on his face.
Akaashi Keiji: He'd write out a heartfelt letter and leave it at your desk, he left the class as soon as you returned. You caught him outside the gym (much to his dismay).Â
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Ushijima Wakatoshi: He'd stop you in the middle of the hallway or catch you as you're about to leave and just blunty reveal he has feelings for you.Â
Semi Eita: Made those playlists where the songs form a sentence and just sent it without context.Â
Tendou Satori: Kept throwing hints at you but you never caught them, and honestly gave up and told you one day with a box of chocolates.Â
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Kita Shinsuke: He'd make you a basket with some snacks that he knows you love and leave it at your door.Â
Miya Atsumu: You could hear some rustling near you as you attempted to study, however you felt a looming presence after a while and decided to look up, you saw the one and only Miya Atsumu standing next to you and you caught sight of his infamous two friends behind him. He blocked their view and started flirting with you before sighing and confessing his feelings properly.Â
Miya Osamu: He'd wait until valentine's day and prepare some chocolate or sweets, he'd wait for you to arrive at school (making sure to arrive sooner than Atsumu), and confess with his gift of delicious sweets (Definitely expects you to share with him). Â
Suna Rintaro: He sent you a meme and left you on read when you asked about it. Genuinely could not tell if he was for real until you chased him down next time you saw him.
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golden retriever!bf x black cat!gf with gojo and reader (no curse au)
O1. hes all about parties and youre all about poems
you are not a unsocial person(well maybe a bit shy), you just choose to stay in your own bubble, in your own world. daydreaming about god knows what. one moment you are thinking about your favorite band, next you are plotting about saving bees. you can also be found doodling or reading about your favorite characters during lunch when everyone hangs out with their friends. and you were not sad about it, in fact its the opposite, you genuinely enjoy being alone and spending time with yourself
but your friends (2 friends just fyi) certainly didnt think so. wanting you to 'socialize and let loose'.
thats why you are now in the frat house of gojo satoru.
you have heard about him from your dear friend shoko. that hes studying about marine and is ridiculously tall. another friend she has is called geto suguru, pharmacy student with long hair, also ridiculously tall. when you reached it didnt take much to spot them. both distinctly handsome and crowded by people around them. especially gojo satoru, he looked like he was enjoying all the attention he was receiving (couldnt be you) he then spotted you both
"hey look its sho-!! wait who is there with her??!!"
he came near you so fast as if he teleported, eyes innocently wide "shoko whos this??" he pointed to you just in case as if it was not obvious he was talking about you
shoko rolled her eyes at him, "my friend, dont bother her too much." she didnt elaborate much bc she wanted you to speak yourself
"shokos friend," he blinked. "youre so cute. like a kitty." he poked your cheek
"!!!"
"AHAHA!" he laughed and poked again, looking like he was having the time of his life. "whats your name, shokos friend?"
"y/n.." you said, voice a little muffled because of the poking finger in your cheek
"D'AWW YOURE ADORABLE! hey hey are you a junior?? never seen you before. do you study marine too?? i study marine!! why you ask?? cz i like fishes." he smiled proudly
"no i study.. (subject).."
he squealed. "oh shes so so cute shoko!! can i keep her??"
"what," she deadpanned. "weirdo."
"im definitely keeping her!! we are best friends from now on! right?? oh oh whats your favorite color y/n?? mine is royal blue and i guess sky blues nice too but not more than cobalt blue-" he kept blabbering on and on. you sent a pleading look to shoko only for her to raise her hands in surrender and literally leave
you just sighed and accepted your fate. at least he was cuteâwho were you kidding he was hella cute. maybe you didnt mind that much..
rest of the party was spent with him babbling animatedly to you and fawning over you every time you said a word
you went home with a new contact on your phone saved as "toru/best friend!!đžđ" who said you were unsocial again?
note: its gonna have parts i promise i will write and not abandon (looks at the geto series i tried to start but failed) đ«¶
#gojo x you#gojo x reader#gojo x y/n#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#gojo satoru x y/n#gojo fluff#gojo satoru fluff#jjk fluff#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x you#ohmygojo
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Does relativity falls Ford still wipe Stans memory's? And if so what is the aftermath?
Yes!! Ford still does erase Stanâs memory, I even did a drawing of it right here cause thinking about it hurts me soooo bad hehe
As for the aftermath, I have sooooo many thoughts
Stan still gets his memory back like in the show, however due to being 13 I like to think he didnât come out completely unscathed. After all your mind is still growing at that age so i bet you ainât gonna get out of a mind wipe without any side effects.
His mind quickly remembers everything he WANTS to remember or anything he considered important, however things Stan would rather forget or didnât think were very important took longer to come back to him, if at all.
Hereâs a quick doodle I did of Stan post series not remembering who his dad was for like 3 days because I thought of that randomly and it made me feel ill :)

Stanley also begins to struggle in school, but like, 3 times worst before. Again, the memory wipe wasnât very kind to him education wise, that stuff didnât come back to him very easily. Stanford, who is easily the world most guilt ridden child, is dead set on making sure Stan can pass every grade with him, even if Stan has to cheat off his papers. Stan insists that Ford doesnât have to go out of his way to help him but Ford wonât take no for an answer.
After Weirdmageddon the twins are attached at the hip and get really codependent on eachother and that doesnât ease up as the years go on. Stanley feels more dumb the years go on but he feels happy that least he has his brother with him and Ford doesnât treat him like an idiot. Stanford is constantly fretting over Stan, making sure heâs around if Stan has any memory lapses, or about to tackle someone like a rabid dog if they try fight Stan. Itâs not the most healthy codependent relationship, but the two feel safe with each other and after all theyâve been through they can be a bit unhealthily codependent, as a treat <3
Filbrick still kicks Stanley out of the house when heâs 17, this time because he was furious at the fact Stanley wasnât going to be able to graduate due to low grades and too many write ups. The main difference between the show here is that Stanford doesnât even hesitate to walk out the door with Stanley, even when his dad tells him to go back inside. Ford almost lost his brother forever when he was a kid due to letting his fatherâs words bleed into his head, he refuses to ever let that happen again.
Stanley tearily calls Dipper and Mabel and tries to explain what happened before Stanford takes the phone and talks for Stan, explaining what happened and asking if the two could stay with them. Dipper and Mabel donât even need to think about it, instantly fussing over the two as their voices overlap each others asking if the two are okay, if they need money, do they need to come get them, etc etc. Stanley insists that theyâre fine and heâll just take the 2-3 day drive to Oregon just like he did last summer when he got his permit.
The next morning their mother sneaks them into their old home and lets them take whatever they want and a wad of money she had hidden away, telling the two that sheâs sorry but she was backed into a corner and didnât know what else to do. Gave the boys a kiss on the cheek and ushered them out before their father caught on that they were there.
The drive is pretty quiet, the only disturbances being Ford asking Stan if he needs a break from driving to which Stan immediately turns down, and Stan guiltily saying that Ford didnât have to leave with him to which Ford immediately shuts down that train of thought and says that where ever Stan goes, heâll go.
When the two arrive at Gravity Falls Dipper and Mabel instantly squeeze the two to death, being nonstop worried ever since they got the call. Mabel helped the boys unpack while Dipper made a couple low threats into the phone and soon enough he had custody over the twins. (His blood boils when he thinks about how Filbrick didnât even hesitate to give custody of Stanley, but fought about Stanford. Makes him happy that he never met the man in person.)
Stanley and Stanford finish off High School in Gravity Falls. Ford begins college courses online and Stan begins working at the Mystery Shack with Mabel and Anjelita, finding out he quite enjoyed theatrics and art, much to Mabelâs enjoyment.
I still want Stan and Ford to sail. Even if itâs just for a summer I want them to sail so bad. They deserve it.
I may put these boys through hell but I want them to be happy by the end of this that if they arenât I think I would cry đ„
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STAY, TOO | AETHER
desc you were afraid that aether would break your heart, but that all flew out the window the moment he got sick and demanded only you take care of him
notes wc 2.8k, FLUFF FLUFF bit of angst with readerâs mindset but happy ending i swear on my asia server genshin acc + this draft had been in my docs since 10/15/2023. its a miracle that i decided to pick up on it again and actually finish it !!!!!!! enjoy fellow aether kissers
Evenings were always eerily silent; because of that, your thoughts were loud. Not in the way that screamedâno, it was much worse. It was his voice that whispered, that made you shiver and reach out for something that never existed.Â
You didnât know if you were dreaming or if you were awake and letting your mind wander away to a familiar face. Your mind always ended up back to him, no matter how much you tried to stray away. No matter who you talked to, he haunted you. Who you kissed, his face flashed in your mind. You wanted to curse his name outâit was his fault you were like this. It was his fault for deciding to come into this world and rid yourself of your defenses, left helpless to his whims.
âUm, Y/N?â A hand moved to your shoulder.
You jumped out of your seat, heart racing as his grinning face dissipated from your mind. You turned and breathed a sigh of relief. âWhat are you doing here, Sucrose?â
âItâs past midnight,â Sucrose murmured, her expression nervous, but apparently, she was too worried to leave you be. âI saw light from your window and thought you fell asleepâŠâ
You didnât even know if you wereâeverything before felt like a distant blur. Your eyes darted back to your desk, and then your face paled at the sight of a grinning face staring back at you. How long had you been mindlessly doodling Aetherâs face? You quickly snatched them away from Sucroseâs view.
âIâIâm fine. Sorry, I did fall asleep.â
Sucroseâs bottom lip jutted out. âThis has been happening for too long now. Youâre not fine.â
What were you supposed to say to that? You were so hopelessly infatuated with someone who was ruining your life and possibly your job with Mr. Albedo. That would be a fast way to get yourself fired.
Sucrose sat on the chair beside you, her expression determined. âWeâre friends, arenât we? Can you at least tell me whatâs going on?â
âItâs nothing that serious, Sucrose,â you stammered. Hopefully, the candles were dim enough to hide how flustered you were. It was more embarrassing than serious, really.
âIs it the Traveler?â She knew how to strike hard for someone with such an innocent face.
When had it not been the Traveler, honestly?
âUghâŠâ That was a yes for her, apparently.
Sucrose smiled in relief. Her eyes darted around your face, studying you. âWhatâs wrong? Was he affecting you that much?â
âYes. Disturbingly so. Like, seriously, itâs disturbing me.â
Sucroseâs eyes sparkled with wonder. âHow?â
âIt feels like swallowing a crystalfly whole and feeling it flutter around my stomach whenever I even think of him.â
Sucroseâs face turned serious. âWhat have you been doing to the crystalfies weâve been collecting?â
âNever mind,â you muttered. âIâm fine, Sucrose. I promise, okay?â
You werenât. Sucrose mustâve thought the same, too, because Lisa barged into your office the next day.
âWhat else are you expecting? For him to notice your wallowing and say something about it?â
Lisaâs sweet, melodious voice sounded torturous now when she was poking at all the things you were desperately trying to keep hidden. You sink against your seat, feeling a lot like a scolded kid, caught red-handed skipping choresâskipping responsibilities, hoping to stay oblivious for a bit longer.
âHe already said something,â you grumbled, finding it difficult to meet the mageâs sharp eyes.
For someone who sounded as gentle as a mother to her only child, Lisaâs disappointment made you feel a lot more shameful than if she were to chide you in the middle of Mondstadtâs streets.
âA week after we met. He told me he likes me,â you continued.
Lisaâs jaw dropped, a funny expression youâve never seen on her before. âA week after you met? Let me get this rightââ
You groaned, âLisa, trust me, I knowââ
ââOur dear Traveler confessed to you ages ago. When was it when Aether helped us with Stormterror? Heâs in Fontaine now!â Lisa looked a little frazzled, her eyes wild. You were expecting her to chide you some more until you saw how her entire expression was sparkling. This felt foreboding, somehow. âHe keeps visiting to see you! After all these years of you foolishly rejecting himââ
âI didnât reject him!â
Lisa hummed thoughtfully. âOh, but isnât that exactly what youâre doing?â
You were not rejecting Aether. You didnât outright tell him youâre not interested because you are. He had been haunting your thoughts since you first laid eyes on him, returning from battle, cold breath billowing from his mouth, a pixie by his side, his hair aglow gold, Festering Desire in handâand, oh, you desired him. It reached a point where Albedo himself had to ask if you wanted a check-up from how much you were burning with want.
Aether had grinned at you so brightly, and you damn near melted on the spot, even in the unrelentingly bitter weather of Dragonspine.
You found yourself liking him for more than his quite literally alien nature, his out-of-this-world body, and his abilities that had your hands itching to reach for a pen and paper to write down everything about him and figure out what the hell he was. Instead, you started falling for him as just Aether. His boyish smile, his witty jabs, his glimpses of personality.
And then he confessed to youâyou, no one but one of Albedoâs assistantsâand said he likes you, and you just couldnât bring yourself to say anything at the time. You thought of him leaving one day, and then you just couldnât say the yes that was chanting in your brain.
To no oneâs surprise, he did leave. Not to that extent yet, but away from Mondsadt. Even in Liyue, Inazuma, Sumeru, and Fontaine, he invaded your thoughts as if cursing you for not saying what you were thinking. You could only wish he thought of you just as much as you did to him. Maybe heâd end up hating you, and not loving him would be easier.
âAre you kidding?â If it were so easy, you wouldâve already jumped in his arms and kissed him breathlessly. âHeâsâheâs not like us. He doesnât belong here. Heâd leave, eventually. Just like he always does with the other worlds.â
âIs that whatâs stopping you?â
âThatâs reason enough to be stopping me,â you said sharply. âHeâs got millions of worlds to flirt with as he pleases, and this is my only one. Who knows if Aether is the type to even visit?â
Lisa crossed her arms. âMaybe you should ask. Communication is key.â
âEven if that was the case, I canât handle it. I already miss him enough while heâs still in TeyvatâI donât know how I could live with myself if I let him into my heart, and heâs a world away.â
âYouâve already let him in your heart,â Lisa said softly. âJust talk to him, alright? Iâm not the only one worried about you when you drive yourself to a corner like thisâespecially over a boy!â
âIâm perfectly alright,â you said, ignoring Lisaâs amused smile. âIâm not losing my mind. Especially over a boy.â
You definitely were losing your mind. That boy was Aether; how could you not?
âI think itâs adorable,â Lisa cooed, cupping her cheeks and sighing dreamily. âHeâs still waiting patiently. Who knew the Traveler would be so willing to wait for love?â
You wished that it wasnât like that.
âY/N! Are you here?â
Crap. Did you fall asleep in your office again? Might as well stop paying rent if this was going to be a recurring thing.
Once again, by routine at this point, you threw your notes that had Aetherâs face inked by the edges. Memory be damned, You couldnât let anyone see how detailed your drawings of Aether are.
âY/N?â The voice rang out again, and it sounded more familiar now.
You went to open the door and frowned. âLisa? Itâs so earlyâdid something happen?â
Lisa smiled in greeting, so beautifully devious with what she was about to say: âOur Honorary Knight is back in town!â
âDid you come all the way here just to tell me that?â Were people just seeing you as one of Aetherâs admirers?
âOf course not,â Lisa chuckled, patting your head. How did she look so good this early in the morning? âHeâs sick and needs someone to look after him.â
You wanted to close the door. You wanted to crawl back to your desk and go to sleep, but she had that look in her eyeâone that told you that you had something to do with where she was going. And you did not like where this was going.
âSo?â Dammit. You really wanted to see Aether again.
âWhy, who else better to take care than his dearest alchemist?â
âAlbedo is everyoneâs alchemist. Sucrose is everyoneâs dearest alchemist.â
Lisa shushed you. Why was she so invested in this? âNo, no, his. Not everyoneâs.â
You felt your face burn at the thought of being his dearest alchemist. Or anything his. âAbsolutely not! Wasnât he in Fontaine just yesterday?â
âWhy donât you go ask him that yourself?â
You scowled. You werenât agreeable in the mornings. âHow did you even know about this?â
Lisa smirked, poking your nose. âBecause he asked for you, specifically.â
You laughed drylyâgood one.
âI wonât let you do anything you wouldnât want,â Lisa said seriously, âbut would you change your mind if I told you that itâs Aether that wants you?â
And so you ended up in Aetherâs teapot, which was hanging around Jeanâs office for safety. Jean only smiled knowingly when you knocked on the door and zipped straight to the teapot. You were only doing this on the off-chance that Lisa was telling the truth and that Aether demanded he didnât want anyone else but you checking up on him.
His teapot was familiar. You had been here a few times, but you didnât have your own room. That was too embarrassing to ask, no matter how much Aether suggested it.
âY/N!â Aether lit up the moment you entered the room.
âAether,â you greeted, and as much as you wanted to hide it, a smile bloomed on your lips. It was hard not to smile when Aether was looking at you like that.
He looked like a mess, with strands of hair spread all over his pillows. His blanket was only up to his hips, showing that he was out of his usual look, and wore a simple white shirt. You were grateful for that shirt; you didnât want to end up helping Aether strip because he definitely would have suggested that.
âIâm sick,â Aether whined. âTend to me.â
You wouldâve doubted his fever, but it was worryingly hot when you reached out to check his foreheadâs temperature.
Immediately, your suspicions fly out the window. Aether was burning, and you were the only one in the same room (teapot?) who should take care of him. The Honorary Knight was reduced to a fever.
You cupped his cheek and watched as Aether pressed his face closer. âDoes your head hurt?â
âYes.â
You tore your hand off. âIâll make something to ease the pain.â
âYou can ease it right now. By kissing it away.â
âAether,â you sighed. Unbelievable. How did he still have enough energy for this while positively rotting on his bed? âTake this seriously. I havenât seen you this sickâ Actually, this is the first time Iâve ever seen you sick. How did this even happen?â
âStayed too long underwater,â he said.
Aether? Getting sick from swimming? You made a face, which Aether laughed softly at.
âNo, seriously. It was an emergency commission. Even when I had to resurface, it was pouring. Someone was making the Hydro Dragon cry hard yesterday.â Aetherâs face scrunched as he looked up at you with round eyes. âI was so cold.â
Although it sounded absurd that Aether would get a fever from that, you suppose that having to stay drenched for a long time would affect even someone like him. You couldnât even imagine having to shiver your way back to Mondstadt after being thoroughly drenched the whole day.
You pulled the blanket further up Aetherâs chest. Even if you suspected he was lying, he was trembling underneath the covers.
âAlright.â Youâll believe him because right now, it is a fact that Aether is undoubtedly sick.
You were well aware that he was and sounded like he was dying, but he looked cute, flushed, and staring at you expectantly. It felt nice to be needed by someone like himâmade him feel less like a faraway dream.
You cleared your throat and looked away; you knew you looked flustered. âHave you eaten yet?â
âWhy? Will you cook for me?â he asked.
You knew how to cook, but for someone who had traveled regions and tasted all kinds of foods, you would probably disappoint. Still, it wasnât time for a competition with other chefs in Liyue or Fontaine. Aether needed food to fill his stomach.
âAny suggestions?â You hoped for nothing unfamiliar and crazy. You loved Aether, but having to fetch ingredients from oceans away was too much.
âMake it with love,â Aether said cheekily because he was a bastard who didnât have any mercy on your heart.
And so you left the room and ignored Aether, laughing and coughing as he called after you. You had to leave either wayâyour chest was almost as warm as Aetherâs forehead.
You decided to make a Radish Veggie Soup. You hoped Aether wasnât too picky about his vegetables. The water was comfortably cold, enough to make you search around his cupboards for towels to soak it into. As you waited for the water to boil, you decided to check up on Aether again.
He was still lying there, but with his eyes closed now. You felt terrible seeing someone you witnessed defeat dragons battling a fever. You drew closer and placed the towel on his head. He didnât flinch at the stark change of temperature, but he did react instantly, his warm hand clasping your wrist.
âStay,â Aether rasped.
You bit your lip, your heart sinking. Was he dreaming about his sister? You always worried when he was feeling down because of their separation.
But then his eyes opened, and he stared right at you. âY/N,â he said, âplease stay.â
âI canât.â
âJust this once.â Aetherâs voice sounded so quiet, so unsure of himself.
You really couldnât. You had a Radish Veggie Soup to attend to.
âIâm staying,â Aether said, and you had a feeling he wasnât talking about the bed. âIâm staying here for you.â
You frowned. âDonât lie to make me feel better right now. That would hurt more when you have to leave.â
Aetherâs face softened impossibly. âIâm not lying. Iâm telling you the truthâIâm not leaving Teyvat. Even if I find my sister, Iâm staying.â
Seriously? Just like that? âWhat made you change your mind?â
You couldnât tell if Aether was blushing or if it was his fever. âHow could I leave Teyvat when I see how cute you look taking care of me?â
You threw a pillow to his face.
He swerved away and laughed brightly. âIâm joking! Iâm jokingâdrop that pillow, please. Iâm kidding. Well, sort of.â
His face was once again attempted to get assaulted by another pillow. Aether grinned as he blocked it off with an arm.
âFor someone so sick, you seem awfully lively,â you said, eyes narrowed in suspicion.
âYou breathe life into me; what can I say?â
You groaned. You couldnât deal with this todayâyou needed at least three business days to process this and find another reason to reject him. Yet, as you moved to get some fresh air (anything to get Aetherâs stupid face out of your view), a hand abruptly reached for your wrist.
Aetherâs face was close to yours in a blink of an eye. His breath was hot on your face. âIâm serious,â he said, âso ifâ if you feel the same way, the least you can do is stay, too.â
âIâ Youââ You gaped at him. That sounded like it could be a proposal. Who wouldâve thoughtâthe Outlander, the Traveler, begging for you to stay?
Aetherâs gaze flicked to your lips.
âDonât kiss me,â you said in warning. âAre you an idiot? Youâre sick!â
âThatâs fine. I get to take care of you when you do,â Aether said.
Your face paled. âNo! I have a job, Aetherââ
Aether frowned. âAnd I have a world to save, but that can wait. Weâre busy.â
You pushed his face away, his laugh smothered by your palm. âNo, we are not. Iâm busy making food for your sorry ass, away from you.â
Aetherâs face crumpled. âDo you actually not want to kiss?â
Not when heâs sick and snotty, yeah.
Instead, you leaned in to kiss his forehead to make up for it. It was brief and faint, but Aether looked satisfied, smiling softly when you pulled away. It would do for now.
âIâm staying,â you said. âSo long as you do, too. Iâll stay with you.â
THE SOUP TURNED OUT OKAY STILL. this is just how my mom takes care of me when im sick LOL but the idea of doing it to a sick aether was too good i had to write a fic about it. also i love angst about aether being the traveler aaghgh
thank u sm for reading. as always, lmk what u think and i hope u liked it!! <3
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