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The profoundest eternal questions are met only with a boundless and eternal silence.

[3rdgymbros]

Al Haitham: I asked Kaveh to share his queen sized blanket.

Al Haitham: To which he replied that he was a queen and therefore the blanket was already at max capacity.

[kiryoutann]

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍 ☆。*。☆ [ALHAITHAM X FEM! READER]

Warning(s): suggestive content at the end (no smut, though).

Genre: romance, modern! au, university! au.

Word count: 5,5k.

Blurb:

It's not a secret that Alhaitham is the most competitive and has great pride. But, what happens when you start 'stealing' his precious first rank from him? Alhaitham comes up with a plan; he will approach you, make you helplessly in love with him, distract you and steal his first place. Who would have imagined, though, that it would backfire on him?

Inspired by this post.

The clear sky stretches over the campus buildings. Birds were singing in appreciation of the cloudless and perfect weather. On the green grass of the park, college students chat while carrying the drinks they bought at a nearby kiosk. Everything about today said it was going to be a good day.

But not for Alhaitham.

The man was infamous for never smiling (though he believed they were all exaggerating since he had smiled once—when Kaveh slipped and fell into a pool of rainwater). His eyes always convey the impression that he is better to everyone, as evidenced by him usually occupying the top positions on every weekend exam. Usually.

No one would have believed that those eyes could be sharper than before while his lips were in deep gloom staring at the board where the ranking results were presented.

(Y/N) (L/N)

Alhaitham

His tongue clicked in annoyance. He has long known you’re a threat, proven when his professor also mentioned your name and the title of your research as 'good and well organized work’ in front of the class. However, Alhaitham didn't think you would actually succeed. Maybe he's been underestimating you all along.

A voice that sounded like a crowd of people talking and approaching made Alhaitham step aside, guessing whoever those people were going to look at the wall board. At first, he was going to keep standing there—with all his annoyance while staring at his name next to number two—but, one of them said something and made him freeze before turning his head.

“Hey, (Y/N)! You’re in first place!”

Pretty good way to sprinkle salt on the wound.

“Really?”

Enthusiasm is lacking in your voice, as if you had expected this—as if you had expected that Alhaitham would be number two, right below you. He stares at you reading the ranking results, then you turn to look at him, not intimidated.

The wind blows, your hair dances in the breeze, and Alhaitham is preoccupied figuring out what the smile on your lips means. While his rational mind says you're just trying to be friendly, his petty mind believes you're making fun of him. Alhaitham wasn’t going to believe the latter until you opened your mouth to say,

"Well, so we're now rivals?"

Rivals. Ha.

A scoff left his lips. “Funny." he started. "The last time I checked, for two people to be rivals, they have to be on the same level."

Instead of irritating you, his remarks widen your smile. "You're right." You glance at the board, your name is still emblazoned at the top. "Obviously we're not like that."

It was obvious you were mocking him, and plus, did you just boomerang his own words? Alhaitham inhaled through his nostrils. If it weren't for your friends waiting for you two to finish exchanging 'conversations', he would have continued this until you gave up having the last say.

“Enjoy it while it lasts.” Alhaitham said.

"Totally. We're going to a sushi restaurant after this. Wanna join?” The smirk on your face widens, or is it just him?

“You’re shameless.”

"And you’re still second."

Alhaitham refrained from continuing. "Have the day you deserve, (L/N)." He said, then turned to leave. If you're thinking about giving him another 'smart' comment, he sincerely hopes that you'll literally bite your tongue.

“I’ll be having a good one then, thanks!”

It takes all the patience inside of him not to turn back and get back at you. Alhaitham clenched his fists. Next week will be different, this must all just be down to your luck or he didn't take yesterday's test seriously. Alhaitham vowed not to let that happen again and was confident he would regain first place.

Next week was much the same.

The first thing Alhaitham did when he arrived on campus was walk quickly to the information board, where last week's exam rankings were displayed with a group of students reading them. He made his way through them to get a better look. There it is, first place with your damn name on it. He's still second. He is. Still. Second.

Something is definitely wrong. A small difference in score separates your rankings which frustrates him even more. He has been in first place for two years, and he doesn't need anyone to break that.

"Two weeks in a row, (Y/N)." Someone behind him commented.

Someone—you, he guessed—chuckled. “That study group really paid off.” You said.

Study group? He thought. Alhaitham was about to make his way out of the scene quietly to avoid you but, when a gasp escaped you, he knew you had found him.

“Alhaitham, hi!”

That's the most sickening hello. Alhaitham turned his head to look at you, who were beaming at him. It must be satisfying for you, watching him stand here in the same glum after reading the ranking results. He is still second and you know it too.

You looked back at your friends. “We’re going for fast food this time. Wanna join?” Alhaitham did nothing but glare at you. ".. Or do you want to join next week?"

You're pretty confident to say you'll still be first. This luck lasts only two weeks, and if it turns out to be more than that, Alhaitham will find a way to ruin it—just like you did to his first ranking streak. He really likes challenges, loves competition. But, it was now at a point where it was an embarrassment.

He chose to turn around instead of responding to you. He'll reclaim his first rank.

Next week has come with everything that makes his patience dripping off.

When Alhaitham opened his messaging app and downloaded the PDF a classmate had sent him, his stomach churned in uneasiness. He watched the loading circle complete then pressed it quickly with his thumb. Turquoise eyes swept across the title—something he had never done before but now he did to buy time before lowering his gaze on number one and—

“Damn it!”

The entire bus turned their heads to the grey-haired. They looked at him with judgmental eyes, some thinking he had lost his mind (like most college students do because of their endless assigments). Alhaitham paid no attention to any of that. He was too busy swearing mentally while rereading your full name.

What the hell is going on?

Alhaitham is desperate. He was desperate for an explanation as to why the first place had slipped out of his hands. These two years, everything was fine; then what made him 'fail' like this? He closed his group chat and turned off his cell phone while preparing to get off at his stop. However, the question kept repeating itself in the back of his mind.

At lunch time, he walked into the architecture department cafeteria—four buildings away from Alhaitham's. He wouldn't have bothered to approach Kaveh—who was sitting at one of the cafeteria tables with the cheapest meal he was about to eat—if he hadn't needed a second opinion. The second those red eyes landed on him, Alhaitham watched his face change as if.. he had lost his appetite?

Regardless, Alhaitham kept walking and sat in the chair across from him. The crease between Kaveh's brows deepened.

"What do you want?" Kaveh asked, grumpily.

"I need your opinion."

The blonde crossed his arms across his chest and leaned back in his chair. "What?" He gave Alhaitham a quick once-over before smirking. “Wow, never expected the day you would beg for my help."

“Opinion, not help. I'll decide if it's helpful or not later.”

Kaveh—not feeling like arguing today—still made sure to exhale loudly enough for him to hear. “Whatever that keeps you out of my face." He stuck his fork deep into his food hoping it was Alhaitham instead.

Alhaitham fell silent in his thoughts. He was stroking his imaginary beard while thinking of ways to say it without telling him straight that he was in despair. If Kaveh knew someone beat him in the rankings, he would make fun of this. He didn't need that added to his plate.

"Something was stolen from me." He said carefully.

Kaveh raised one eyebrow before digging back into his food. "That's your problem?" He watched Alhaitham nod. "Buy it again. Problem solved. Now get off my table.”

"This isn’t something that can be bought."

Kaveh rolled his eyes. “Aren't you supposed to be the smartest? You ruined my precious lunch time.” He held his tray before standing up, about to switch tables. “Just steal it back. Done! You're done, right? Don't bother me. I've a little time before dealing with that lovesick guy Childe."

Steal it back. Lovesick.

Alhaitham had heard how complicated love was—a blessing and a curse, say those who had. He doesn't really care about people, but he does meet a bunch of friends who don't show up for meetings because they're busy dating (he ends up crossing their names off assignments, don't worry).

Steal it back. Lovesick.. Something clicked in his brain. That's it!

A new determination ignited and burned. He stood up from the cafeteria table with a smile, a sharp contrast to the state he was in when he entered it. The birds were fluttering their wings under a clear sky. This time he would take that as a good sign.

Today will be the start of his grand plan to approach you, date you, and infatuate you to the point where you’re so distracted with him that you once again come in second, as it should be.

It started after the last class of the day.

Seconds after the professor picked up his laptop and documents stating that class was over, Alhaitham immediately moved to approach you (who luckily sat alone in the absence of your usual friends). He watched you tidy up your books, your notes and all the colorful highlighters. One rolls over to the edge of the table and he catches not only that but your attention.

“..Hey.” You say hello, giving him a skeptical look before looking back perhaps he's here for someone else. After confirming that it was just you, you proceeded to ask: "Can I help you?"

Right. You two aren't exactly on good terms, so his sudden approach will no doubt make you feel uneasy. Alhaitham took a silent breath, feeling the air fill his lungs before he opened his mouth to say, "We need to talk.”

What a wonderful choice of words. Your lips curved into a faint smile as you stuffed your books and notes into your bag.

“So demanding.” you comment. "Are you always like this?"

Alhaitham has always lived with the rational side of his brain, so it's not a problem for him to control his emotions even though he has many words to reply to your clever comments. He stares at you, having the chance to notice the color of the irises under those curled eyelashes this time; he probably would have liked the color if not for the rivalry between you two.

"The other day, I was rude to you." He started, his own words piercing his pride. "I'm here to apologize to you."

You hummed in response, "Hmm, then let me hear it.”

Alhaitham fumbled around in his pocket. You see him set a bar of chocolate down on the table. A wrinkle forms in the middle of your furrowed brow. Your eyes return to his turquoise one, it reminds you of the gemstone described in the textbook you read last night.

Even though it felt better to bite his lip than to say it, Alhaitham really had no choice but to speak it this time.

“I’m sorry.”

"What are you sorry for?"

Something flashed in his eyes before it disappeared. Alhaitham was making a best efforts to keep a straight face, but as soon as he noticed how your smile became wider, he realized you were using this as an opportunity to play him.

"For being rude."

You nodded, still looking dissatisfied. "And why were you being rude?" The laughter at the corner of your throat was harder to contain when you saw his lips starting to form a glum shape.

“Do you really need to ask that?” Alhaitham protested.

"I need to make sure you're sincere."

A sigh escaped his lips. "Haah.. fine," He then continued, "Perhaps I was irritated because I was one rank below you." His badly damaged dignity would require a lot of time to mend.

Luckily it’s enough for you. "So, is the chocolate for me?" You glanced at the table where the chocolate bar was still sitting. It's from a brand you love but, never had the chance to buy again because it's quite expensive. Either this is just a coincidence, or Alhaitham also likes it or he has done a background check on you.

“I'm just going to put it there. It's none of my business if you eat it or not." He said.

Alhaitham could have worded it more politely—more kindly. He regretted saying it in his way, thinking you would react negatively to that. However, when his ears catch the sound of someone's laughter—yours—his eyes widen as he stares at you taking the chocolate from the table.

"Has someone ever said you have a weird way of talking?"

Someone has. Kaveh.

You waved the chocolate bar in your hand. "Apology accepted, as well as the chocolate." When you smiled at him, he wasn't irritated by it this time.

"I'll see you around." You’re about to walk away.

“Wait.”

You stop walking. Turning to the gray-haired, you looked at him with curiosity. Alhaitham moved his gaze to you. From this angle, you can see why he's secretly loved by many. With sharp eyes, lips that never smile, and a defined jaw; you wonder why he never thought of becoming a model instead of coping with college life. Probably the same reason as you.

Alhaitham turned his back on you completely. "You haven't found a partner for Professor Aabid's observation assignment yet, have you?" he inquired.

You unconsciously nodded, "That's right." you said before reflecting about his question. “Why do you—“

"Be my partner."

“.. What?”

Alhaitham crossed his arms over his chest. "Is there a reason for you to refuse?" he asked.

"No, but why me?" You shake your head.

"Because I don't have one either." He answered casually before smiling faintly. "Besides, I think we'd be perfect pair, don't you think so?"

Perfect? You think 'hellish' is more appropriate. A few days ago, you two were at each other's throats fighting for the first place, and now what? You really can't believe Alhaitham labeled you both as ‘perfect’ partners. He's working on something under his sleeve you know.

Alhaitham saw your doubt. "Shouldn't that convince you?" He glanced at the chocolate bar.

You followed his gaze and chuckled. “So it turns out this is a bribe."

"It could be."

"Ha! You're up to something, I can feel it." For a second, you swear you saw his eyes widen and he turned pale, but it could have just been your imagination. "But whatever, I'm game."

Alhaitham had an arrogant grin on his face. “See you at Monday then.” He didn't even deny it, only then turned his shoes on walking towards the exit.

You didn't miss a single detail when you told this to your friends. See? It's not just you who feels weird about his sudden change in attitude. Your girls warned you to be careful with him, some told you to change partners—speculating that he might be trying to abduct or kill you, adding your tragedy to the long list of criminal cases that are made into documentaries on Netflix. You doubt it though.

Monday came like in the blink of an eye. Or maybe your weekend was so much fun that you forgot you partnered with Alhaitham.

The second he landed his eyes on you entering the room, Alhaitham cleared his throat. He had spent the weekend finishing ten romance books to find out what makes someone fall in love fast. Today was the day he put it all into practice. He will claim his first position soon.

Maintaining eye contact.

"Hey." You greet him, take a seat next to him, and place your bag at your feet. "How was your weekend?"

"It was fine." Alhaitham replied.

You give a brief nod. He's still looking at you, giving you a chance to take in more detail of his eyes. It not only had a turquoise color, an amber hue surrounded its pupils. College life has not left any traces on his flawless skin. You won't deny that he was given a gift in the form of handsome face.

Alhaitham was still staring at you, as if you were an alien. Feeling uncomfortable, you look straight ahead hoping he will do the same.

Fourteenth second and he's still at it, you're starting to think you have something in your face. You take out your phone, open the camera app and find nothing. Maybe he wanted to ask something? You return to Alhaitham to confirm.

"Do you have anything to say?" you ask.

Alhaitham blinked then replied, “Sure.”

Sure? You don't know how to respond to that. "What do you want to say?" You rest your cheek on your palm.

"Just.." Alhaitham tried to remember the next step.

2. Touch them more often.

Alhaitham stretched out his hand quickly. A second later you feel warmth slightly touching the skin of your ear. He just tucked a strand of your hair away from your face. Alhaitham just tucked a strand of your hair away from your face. Maybe he's a perfectionist, disliking messy things like your hair that you rush into ponytail for fear of missing the bus. But, you really didn't expect this at all.

"Uhh.. thanks." You force a smile, shifting slightly away from him.

Maybe it's true what your friends say about him planning to kidnap you.

Meanwhile in his mind, Alhaitham mistook your wary demeanor as shyness. He suppressed a smile. He had doubts about the usefulness of the romance books, yet they paid off. It won't take you long to slip into his trap.

Professor Aabid's classwork is more difficult than one might imagine. Fortunately, two weeks were given to complete it. You and Alhaitham often meet to discuss paper material, which later leads to visiting your house as a comfortable place to work on it. Weekends with your friends are replaced by being with him. Books and laptops are now preferred over late-night karaoke.

A pen was placed on the carpet. You take a deep breath before stretching, feeling relieved after relaxing the tense muscles caused by your sitting posture. Alhaitham approached the table and set two mugs on the floor table.

You smell the sweet scent. "What's this?" You take one.

"Hot chocolate." He replied, drinking his own.

One of your eyebrows is raised. "Not coffee? Are you sure this won't make us sleepier?” you ask.

Alhaitham put down his glass which is now half down. "The only way to get rid of exhaustion is to sleep. Just go to sleep if you're tired; I'll continue the next page.” He pulled the laptop closer to him.

 “Really? Are you saying that to sound nice or do you really mean it?”

"Stop asking stupid questions." He fixed his eyes on the laptop screen.

You straighten your sitting posture. “Oh, come on. Can't you just smile or laugh once?” you protest.

Alhaitham's fingers stopped typing. A line he remembered from one of those romance books flashed in his mind. The third step to make someone fall in love: smile more often.

You see him turn to you, lips curling into a smile. It complimented him well, really well. His hand stretched out. But this time he wasn't aiming for your strands or your ears. He placed his palm on the top of your head and ruffled it gently.

"Go to sleep. I’ll wake you up later.”

Yes, Alhaitham thought. This should be enough for her to fall—

His train of thought was interrupted when you took his hand and cupped it in front of your face. Thumb moved in a circular manner across his calloused fingertips. Compared to his, your skin is incredibly warm. Are you flirting with him? Before Alhaitham could have his answer, he watched as your lips curved into a smile wide enough to lift your cheeks.

"Okay." you answer. "Would you be fine alone?”

Alhaitham quickly and abruptly pulled his hand away. He immediately pretended to be focused on the laptop, his one free hand hiding his lips behind it and muttering: "I told you to stop asking stupid questions."

Another laugh from you and he doesn't like how his heart reacts to that. It was beating too fast, too different from normal. He knew he had no history of any illness, so why did his chest feel warm? He compared its warmth to your hands just now, and now he ends up thinking all about you.

You slept on the couch behind him. Alhaitham remained with his laptop and open book. Between you two is silence and a troubled heart.

The day before the deadline for submitting Professor Aabid's class assignments, the drizzling rain turned heavy. The usual clear sky was replaced with dark clouds that came in to block up the afternoon sun. Some students voiced their complaints, and others opened their umbrellas to flee. They concluded today would be a bad day.

Two people ran in an uneven pace beneath the man's black jacket. In the midst of the puddles that spread across the campus grounds, they no longer care if their shoes end up dirty later. You closely hold onto your freshly printed papers for fear that the rain will hit it and cause the ink to smear. Meanwhile, Alhaitham puts a hand on your shoulder guiding you to take shelter under the roof of one of the biology department buildings.

“Phew!” You let out a sigh of relief after checking your documents were safe.

Alhaitham glanced at you. "Are you alright?" He asked, worry was in his voice, but you failed to notice.

“Yeah,” You held up the brown envelope high. “the envelope got wet but, the rest was fine.”

"I asked about you, not the documents."

"Oh." After saying that, you let out a laugh—one that made Alhaitham hold his breath hoping it would stop the warmth that was seeping into his cheeks and chest. “It's just rain. The worst-case scenario is when I wash my shoes later."

Now that you mention it, those turquoise eyes can't help but steal a quick peek at your dirt-stained white shoes. He checked his and realized that it wasn't as awful as yours—possibly because the materials you two had were different. Not only that, he also realizes the size differences between your feet and his.

"We can always go to the shoe wash." Alhaitham suggested.

You seem interested in the idea. "And go for ice cream after?"

A smile automatically crawled onto his face after hearing that. He's been smiling a lot lately. "Sure." He replied, watching you squeal with joy.

The heavy raindrops were still falling onto the ground. Although the wind wasn't very strong, it was enough to cause shivers in people who had previously been drenched. Alhaitham noticed it in you. He swiftly wrung his black jacket and draped it over your shoulders.

"What about you?" you ask.

Alhaitham shook his head. "I can manage." The lie came out smooth. In reality, you catch him repeatedly rubbing his hands trying to keep himself warm.

So you took his hand, too suddenly and unexpectedly. He watched you bring it to your lips, felt the touch of your warm breath on his skin. His heart missed a beat. Something stirred in his stomach and Alhaitham didn't like one bit of it. He picks up a lot of details about you—from how your lips curl while you blow another warm air on his fingers to the strands of your wet hair tickling your cheeks.

The first step to make someone fall in love: maintain eye contact.

For some reason, he had a hard time doing it now. Every time he made an effort, his heart would continue to race and his hands would feel the need to have you beneath his touch—in his arms. His eyes will first go down your cheek, nose, and cupid's bow before settling on your lips. Shimmering lipgloss around your lips. Maybe one day he'll be able to taste it?

Alhaitham's thoughts stopped. What kind of desire just grew in his chest?

The smile that you’re now carving doesn't help the situation either. It came like a sea of roses, and Alhaitham didn't even like roses. But, if it looks like you—smells like you; then the thing he wanted to do was dive into it and never surface again.

Oh, now he understands.

Whole lines from the romance books he had read for his grand plan came back like boomerangs. Instead of making you fall in love, he fell in love. Instead of stealing back his ranking, he ended up being the one who got stolen.

This kind of feeling... he didn't know what to do with it.

Before Alhaitham could find the answer, the rain had died down. You turned around with a happy face, releasing his hand slowly (he wished he could still feel your skin on his). Your voice says about turning in assignments early, perhaps Professor Aabid will be kind enough to give you some extra credit. However, what Alhaitham can focus on is your figure stepping under the rays of the sun slowly coming out of the clouds that has finished its misery.

Alhaitham is conflicted about today. His feelings was left unspoken.

You did not show up to campus the next day. Alhaitham was at the front of the class when he received your message saying that you were sick and unable to attend class.

The old Alhaitham will take this opportunity to return to being the best in class and not give you any notes from the lecturer's explanation. The new Alhaitham has already started turning his shoes and sprinting towards the exit while he's fiddling with his cell phone sending you a message that he'll be here soon.

When he arrives at your apartment door, his index finger presses the bell button in agitation. Did you get sick from the rain?

When the door swings open, Alhaitham immediately scans you. Slightly messy hair, flushed face, hoarse voice as you call his name and ask why he’s here. It seems you were sleeping, so you didn't read his message. Regardless, Alhaitham made his way inside after closing the door.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Shouldn't you be in class?"

"I left."

Your ears are deceiving you, right? If not, then what is the reason that made you hear Alhaitham say that he left the class? You glance at the digital clock not far from the kitchen and find it's too early for class to end.

"Wait.. did you just skip class?"

Alhaitham stopped fiddling with the medicines he bought after hearing your question. Silence fell between you. You think he'll never answer until he opens his mouth to say, "Maybe."

You sneeze before asking, "Are you serious?"

"I heard you got sick. So here I am."

Alhaitham answered too briefly for you to think he did this for no reason. After placing the meds on the counter, he rushes into your kitchen (as if he owns it). You were still standing there in silence—still unable to believe what was happening. He comes up to you with a glass of water.

"I bought you soup, in case you haven't eaten."

"So you're saying that you ditched class just to come here?" you ask.

A sigh escaped his lips as he turned around like he was avoiding something. "Still talking about that? Isn't my answer enough?" He replies too softly requiring you to concentrate a little more to hear him; your plugged ear doesn't help either.

"Yeah, I'm bringing that up because the Alhaitham I know will take this opportunity to beat me." You walk quickly towards him. "And you're acting weird right now, you know."

Alhaitham turned to you, and you swear your heart skipped a beat when you found something different in those turquoise eyes of his. You're not really sure what, though. The height difference makes you slightly look up to stare at him back. You don't know since when you took every detail of him, but you can't miss how his Adam's apple bobs when he swallows out of... nervousness?

Alhaitham? Nervous?

Whatever it is, it's starting to affect you as well.

Alhaitham stares at you, pausing at your lips before returning to your eyes. “Are you going to make me say it?” His voice was soft, as if he was reading a secret love letter.

Now it's your turn to swallow. “.. Say what?”

"That I like you."

In that second, your breath caught. Your eyes burn from not blinking, but you're too frozen in place to do that. Your jaw is slack. His words have a way of warming your heart, or is it the gaze he still gives you? Beautiful turquoise color.. which is now only focused on you as if you were the only thing ever made in the universe.

“.. What?”

“I like you.” He repeated without complaining.

Now that he has said it more clearly, you can't help but stare at his flushed cheeks. You know exactly yours aren’t much different from his. Did Alhaitham really just make a love confession? To you, out of all the people? Confusion has taken over your mind. You blink a few times to make sure you really aren't dreaming. Alhaitham just made a love confession. To you, out of all the people.

In contrast to the flushed cheeks and the awkward silence he maintained, Alhaitham stood with his usual stoic face. Your lips opened without a word coming out.

Alhaitham took a breath. "It wasn't planned." He took the opportunity to add. "I.. didn't expect it either."

So what he's trying to tell you is that falling in love with you wasn't part of his plan? You swallowed again, your throat quickly drying. It's as if he's saying that whatever it was you did to make him fall in love, it was enough for him to become lost in his own ambitions. Your chest is warm—ten times warmer than when the warm chocolate he made flows sweetly.

"Maybe I should give you an explanation. I don't want to cause any misunderstanding—no, I don't want you to misunderstand me.” Alhaitham sighed before continuing, “You must have realized from the beginning that I didn't approach you by chance or simply to apologize. Now that I've said it, you should be able to figure out what my failed plan was."

You smiled awkwardly, “.. My guess is you plan to make me fall in love with you and distract me for first place, but maybe it's just me too—”

"That's right. How did you know?"

His turquoise eyes were even more beautiful when they enlarged, as he was doing right now. Your laugh caused his cheeks to turn redder. “Well, those sweet gestures doesn't exactly fit your personality. And I swear I heard a few lines  similar to those in this one romance book I read."

Alhaitham smiled faintly. "Guess I shouldn't waste my time on all of that, huh?"

Another laugh escaped your lips. "Do you regret it now?" you ask.

"Regret what?"

“Do you regret falling in love with me?”

Alhaitham blinks, two seconds later gives you a shake of the head. "Oddly enough, no, I don't regret it." He shook his head again. "I don't regret it at all."

You take two steps forward. “Good,” you said, tiptoeing up to his face. From this distance, those turquoise eyes looked more beautiful. "Because I wouldn't be helping you with your pick-up lines if it weren't for me."

One push and your lips were on his. He kisses back, placing his big hand behind your head to deepen the kiss. Your fingers find a way to crawl on his broad chest covered in his tight shirt. Without breaking the kiss, he moved closer to press you against the kitchen counter.

You're the first to let go for a breath and say, “W-wait, I have a cold. What if you—"

A quick kiss to silence you. "Don't worry, I bought us a lot of medicine." He said, voice deep and husky.

Alhaitham took off his denim jacket, threw it carelessly and kissed you again—this time more passionately. He directed his lips to the crook of your neck. Your legs hooked around his waist as you feel his breath on your skin.

He plans to steal, but instead ends up getting stolen. But, that's fine. He will gladly let you steal whatever from him, so go ahead and do it.

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Summary: "Regretting the past is useless and pointless." - that's what Alhaitham had always thought, but even he regretted something from his past. Rather someone...

Pairings: Alhaitham x Gn-Reader!

Warnings/Notes: Reader is completely gender neutral and not described in any way so poc friendly! Possibly ooc Alhaitham! Fluff & Angst! Possible grammar errors that you are free to point out <3

Regrets were a very normal part of any humans life, but Alhaitham always believed them to be a completely pointless waste of time. Why spent time regretting the past? There is nothing that can be done to change or erase the past so it's best to just move on and forget about it. He and all other mortal beings had plenty of other things to do rather than mourning time that has passed. But it seemed even he regretted something from his past, or rather someone...

He didn't even know your name and he never got to... He had met you while moving to his favorite spot to quietly read while in-between classes, a place that was usually completely empty with him excluded. He was able to enjoy the fresh air and good weather under a shade while reading undisturbed, truly a haven for him.

But then he saw you... You were sitting there with a book in hand and a soft smile on your lips as you scanned over the words written on thin pages you occasionally flipped over. He thought about turning heel and going elsewhere since he wasn't looking for a conversation or a disturbance while on break, but for some reason decided to just stay and read along with the stranger.

You noticed him of course and offered a polite smile which he returned with a simple dismissive nod, to his complete surprise you turned your gaze away and simply continued to read without engaging in conversation like he had expected in the beginning. He wasn't complaining at all over it - he was infact relieved that you dived your nose back into your book instead of bothering him with pointless small talk. He let out a hum of satisfaction before doing the same and flipping open his book.

From that day onward he would find you there reading on more days than not and you would always smile at him in greeting, but never spoke a word to him. He would greet you back with his signature quick nod and sit down to read like you weren't even there. But the longer this interaction went on the more he found himself paying attention to you...

Paying attention to what color your hair or eyes were, what distinct features you had like freckles, moles, scars and so on. How you styled your hair that day or what clothing you wore, the accessories you had and how you wore them or simply what book you were reading. If he happened to come across the same book you were reading he would pick it up out of curiosity no matter if it was his preferred genre or something he was personally interested in.

Sometimes when going through the many shops of Sumeru while shopping or simply browsing he would find himself thinking of you when a certain color, clothing or accessory reminded him of you... A particular necklace that suited your style in his opinion had especially caught his eye. He wondered if you would like it, but quickly shook the thought away and continued on with his day while trying to forget such a thought ever crossed his mind.

He soon noticed that he looked forward to seeing you each day and reading silently with you despite not knowing your name or anything at all about you. Maybe that was why he was so curious about you, at least that's what he would tell himself when thinking about you. He would never admit to anyone - even himself that it took him longer than normal to fall asleep as his mind was filled with thoughts of you...

He wasn't one to long for others company so you were quite peculiar to him. He theorized another reason that he was so interested in you was that you ignored his presence in favor of your books like him - even after you noticed his presence you would simply wordlessly yet kindly acknowledge him before returning to your book.

At some point he decided to be completely honest with himself and recognize the growing feelings he had for the stranger whose name he didn't know. He wasn't familiar with feelings like these, being romantically interested or attracted to another was completely foreign to him, but he could understand that there was no denying that it was the case for him.

He would be lying if he said that having to research such things didn't utterly embarrass him! But he was a rational man and simply convinced himself that this was a normal thing most human beings would experience at least once in their life. Still, he wasn't sure if a relationship was something he himself or you were interested in, but the rational next step was to finally introduce himself and ask you your name.

The next day he arrived around the time he always did, but to his surprise you weren't at your usual spot. It was uncommon, but sometimes he would arrive before you. He didn't know what your daily schedule consistent of since he didn't know what your occupation was, but you always arrived there at some point to read - sometimes you even took a nap in-between books.

Alhaitham didn't think too much about it before sitting down and opening his book to kill some time before you arrived. But you didn't. You never arrived that day. It was highly unusual as Alhaitham couldn't remember a day where he didn't see you... Since he knew literally nothing about you he simply accepted that you had a life of your own that had prevented you from coming there that day, or you just felt like doing something else with your time. Either way you would surely arrive tomorrow like any other day.

But you didn't, nor did you come the day after that. It confused Alhaitham deeply, perhaps you were away visiting family or something of the sort? He continued to believe this for days and weeks, until they slowly turned into endless months. At that point he would have been incredibly foolish to think you were ever coming back.

"Regretting the past is useless and pointless." But he did truly regret never getting to know you. He also regretted not knowing what happened to you... One day you were there beside him reading for hours upon hours in a comfortable silence and next he never saw you again. He knew and preached about how useless regret was, but he regretted all the time he spent with you without getting to know you.

He hated that that when he lost focus his mind was filled with questions about you, like what your name was or what kind of person you were. He believed you could tell what kind of person someone was based on the books they read, but despite reading and knowing each book you had read from front to back he still wasn't sure what kind of person you were...

His one and only regret in life was you. He still carried with him the necklace that had caught his eye that day at the market, he had gone back to get it a few days later. Even after years have passed and seasons changed he still thought of you, he wondered if you ever thought of him too? Or was he just another faceless stranger to you that you have long forgotten about after leaving Sumeru City behind...

A/N: Damn this got sad, but I kinda love it :') Anyways likes, reblogs and or feedback are greatly appreciated <3

[mmeimono]

Torture

[aeferkssr]

"a scholar by day and a scholar by night, once a student always a student." AL-HAITHAM muses to himself as he skims through a book about the importance of education in today's society.

the essence of the book was to describe and delve deep into one learning throughout their whole life — not only in an academic setting.

learning how to provide for oneself, learning how to haggle prices in their favor, learning just how expensive imported potatoes are in comparison to local potatoes.

al haitham learns that imported potatoes are slightly bigger while local potatoes are more savory.

knowledge can be acquired from various means, but two main reasons stick out to him: exposure and curiosity.

doing explicit things around impressionable youths counts as exposure. it's what they grew up around, so it's what they learned.

the itch in your brain that craves knowledge is best described as curiosity, purposefully seeking out an explanation to a certain phenomenon.

curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

maybe that's why he feels so drawn to you, curiosity.

he has seen you around campus multiple times: whether you were chatting with your fellow darshan members or silently studying on your own, al haitham never fails to double take.

he catches himself wondering, 'what are they talking about?' 'what's to topix for the essay you are writing?' 'are they talking about me?'

al haitham learns that he needs to have an audience with you.

wait... needs?

when he finally finds time to confront you, he isn't that surprised about your appearance. after all, the work at the academia is relentless.

your eyes droop downwards as eyebrows rest under them, your hair looks frazzled and unkempt, your uniform looks wrinkled and hurriedly put on, but you still smile at him.

you were swarmed around different greens and golds as they asked you for help on their swiftly approaching assignments.

al haitham learns that he is confused. how can you be in such a disheveled state yet show no sign of annoyance?

especially to these parasites.

if an exam were to be written about you, he fears that he would flop tremendously. your character was just so complex, so confusing, so... loud, unnecessary, bothersome, so... alluring?

al haitham learns that he finds you alluring.

al haitham also decides to ignore his original plans and carry on his duties.

never thought id write for al haitham since im not that much of a fan, but this drabble came out of me spontaneously so eat up 'haitham fans!

© aeferkssr

[thebestclownontheblock]

Drew my sillies. Kaveh and Al-haitham! I love themmmm!!!

[the-travelling-witch]

HOLLY HOLLY CONGRATS ON UR 1K !! i saw ur event (which looks super good btw :o) and i cannot NOT request smth !!

i am here to present you with my request: 3 + you guessed it, alhaitham !! pls feel free to make it whatever genre u want <3

i finally finished this oml, it sat in my drafts for so long half-written smh, i hope you enjoy the result though!! ♡

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Snapshot ﾟ☾. ࿐

trope: taking photos [space nr. 20]

pairing: al-haitham x gn!reader

genre: fluff, suggestive at the end hehehe~

warnings: none except for al-haitham (i believe he should come with his own warning)

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“Look at this flower, isn't it pretty?” you excitedly exclaimed, kamera in hand.

Somewhere in the depths of Avidya Forest, two scholars were documenting the flora and fauna there for their project. One highly motivated to get this over with, the other—

“Is it?” With his eyes barely glancing over to the flower, Al-Haitham merely shrugged. “It looks like a rather average specimen to me.”

“That’s probably because you wouldn't know true beauty even if it stared you right in the face,” you scoffed.

Sometimes you really wanted to kick him where the sun didn’t shine; once for being a pain in the ass to work with and twice for making you fall for him all the same.

And maybe once more for always leaving you guessing, just for good measure. One day, he’d barely give you the time of day to accept the papers you handed him, the next, he’d come and seek you out to have lunch with him.

Seriously, what was his problem? Make up your mind, you dumb—

“Oh yeah?” Al-Haitham’s tone was cocky, challenging even, as he crossed the space between you in long strides. Grabbing a hold of your chin between his thumb, index and middle finger, he effectively made you meet his eyes. “I know you though, don’t I?”

“I- What?” You spluttered, heat flooding between his fingers up your cheeks. Blinking up at him repeatedly, you were trying to gauge his reaction. “What are you trying to say here, Al-Haitham, it's not funny-”

“What am I trying to say? I’ve made it rather obvious, haven’t I?” Cocking an eyebrow at your reaction, you could see the infuriating ghost of a smirk dancing around the corner of his lips. “And I know you’re smart enough to pick up on it. So don’t disappoint me, (y/n), tell me which conclusion you came to based on all the evidence laid out in front of you."

In that particular moment, you had good mind to take a swing at his stupidly handsome face. He was really going to make you repeat that? This jerk, he was enjoying this more than he should have been. Normally, he should be the flustered one after proclaiming something like that!

“Well, do correct me if I’m wrong, Scribe, but it almost sounded as if you called me beautiful. It seems something about my research must have gone amiss, the results simply do not match the gathered information.” You did your best to maintain an even tone and mimic the snobbish speech mannerisms you and your peers mocked your superiors for. “If you’d be so kind as to enlighten me where I might have been led astray in my analysis, I believe your insight would be of utmost importance on this matter.”

“Perhaps you should review your gathered information again, I do believe it matches the presented results, wouldn’t you agree?” Studying your expression carefully, one large hand settled on your waist and you suddenly realised how small the gap between you two had become. „I‘ve been conducting a similar research as of late, all evidence pointing to an outcome not unlike yours; your thoughts on the matter?“

„I concur,“ you breathed out, lost in the depths of emerald and amber. „It seems there might be a correlation between our findings.“

„A most intriguing hypothesis indeed.“ Al-Haitham‘s voice was low, barely above a whisper, but from how he leant closer, you heard him perfectly fine. With your hands on the tight material spanning his solid pectorals, you put up no resistance whatsoever as you willingly let him guide your face closer to his, your noses barely brushing. „Tell me, (y/n), are you willing to put your theory to the test?“ 

„Only if I‘m working with a willing partner,“ you matched his tone as one of your hands slid up his shoulder and under the fabric of his cape. 

Meanwhile, his fingers left your chin in favour of cupping the back of your neck. Between half-lidded eyes, Al-Haitham still couldn’t tear his gaze away from your lips almost touching his. „Haven’t I made myself crystal clear? I wish to explore all possibilities of this experiment with you.“

A gentle tug was all it needed for him to connect your lips with his. At first, his movements were almost timid, cautious in a way you weren’t used to from him. When you pressed your chest closer to his, however, his actions grew bolder as well, stringing you along in a sensual dance. 

The heat radiating from both his front and the hand which had sneaked to the small of your back, holding you firmer against him, made your head spin. To combat the dizzying sensation, you dug your fingers into the grey strands in his nape, hoping to ground yourself as your heart soared.

Even as Al-Haitham pulled away until only his breath fanned your cheeks, your mouth stayed slightly parted, eyes fluttering open slowly. 

Then, you heard the shutter of a kamera go off as you blinked into the lens of Al-Haitham‘s device. You watched incredulously as he examined the image of your still dazed expression. When he saw you gaping at him, a smug smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. 

„A truly beautiful snapshot indeed,“ he mused. „Now, let’s finish up our task here.“

Wrapping his hand around your wrist and bringing it up to his lips, he pressed a fluttering kiss to the sensitive skin.

„After all, my roommate will be gone for quite some time and I have important research to conduct.“

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[82lead]

Pogi nila pero mas cute si nahida 🍃

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[sako-mii]

༆ Sweet exchange༆

Note: I had this idea and thought it's cute so why not. Tagging @cy-inky because she asked me to and @shibalen because she loves him. I don't know what else to say so enjoy<3

Warnings: idk none? But just to make it clear, the italic lines mean that they're talking in another language.

He looked through the pages and documents in his hands and on the desk in front of him, quietly sorting them out as you approached him, a small smile adorning your face. He gave you a quick glance before returning back to the oh so important pages in front of him.

"What brings you here?" He asks you as you sit down in front of him across the desk.

"Well, I wanted to see you but I also wanted to ask you something," you said and waited for a response from him. You continued when he looked at you and waited for you to go on, "Kaveh told me that you could speak four languages,is it true? How come you never told me?" He continued to look at the papers in his hands lazily and answered you in his usual straightforward manner, "yes, it's true. You never asked me and I didn't think it was something worth mentioning."

"Could you say something in another language?" You asked him, causing him to raise an eyebrow at you. "Why do you want to hear me speak another language?" He asks, seemingly confused at your request. "I just want to hear you speak."

"Maybe later. I'm busy right now."

"Please?"

"No."

"Just a little bit!"

He sighed and gave in, putting the papers down to look at you.

"What do you want me to say?" He asked and leaned back on his chair, relaxing a little. You told him that anything is fine and whatever language he prefers. He seems to think for a bit before speaking.

"Can you understand what I'm saying?" He asks and looks at you being all excited over hearing him speak. 'I guess they really can't understand me,' he thought.

"... it's quite endearing when you get excited over small things like that," He looked at you, searching for any signs that you understood what he said.

You look at him all amazed, trying your best to hide your grin before asking him what he said. He wasn't going to tell you that he called you cute and ignored the question. "Could you say some more stuff? That sounds amazing!" You ask him and he agrees rather quickly to your surprise.

"Hmm let's see... You're very persistent and hard working in whatever you do, I think it's admirable. I always enjoy your company no matter how busy I can be. I like it when you talk about the things you like and listen to my interests as well, showing interest in what I show you as well. You never cease to amaze me."

He continues and you listen quietly. You rest your arm at the desk and smile gently as you listen to his every word carefully.

"And I love you."

"I love you too."

He stops talking and looks at you, clearly taken aback by what he just heard. "You... could understand me the whole time?" He asks, his eyes slightly widen as he gets flustered.

You grin and nod, causing his cheeks to flush a little. "Why didn't you tell me that you could speak another language as well?" He asks, trying to keep his composure.

"You never asked~," you grinned, the teasing tone very audible in your voice. He covers his face with his hand, trying to cool down his flushed face.

You started laughing, causing him to glare at you. Once you've calmed down, you look at him and smile sweetly,

"Who would've guessed that you have this sweet side on you as well."

" Please stay quiet.."

[yumenosakiacademy]

“Alhaitham told you he’s a ‘feeble scholar’, did he? Hah! Well that’s a bold-faced lie!”

🏛  Kaveh in “Alhaitham: Think Before You Act” 🏛

[3rdgymbros]

Kaveh: If Al Haitham doesn't tear up when I'm walking down the aisle, I'm turning around.

Tighnari: I definitely will when I get married to Cyno because I'm gonna have to put up with his jokes for the rest of my life, and that’s enough to make anybody cry.

[haileyywrites]

Alhaitham had never been known for making friends or forming relationships with others, and most tended to avoid him. But under circumstances where neither of you knew each other, everything was different. Sadly all good things must come to an end and some wounds never heal - especially when you're forced to confront them under professional circumstances...

-> Alhaitham x gn-reader!

-> Fluff and angst! Heartbreak? Possibly ooc - I hope not! This story is purely fictional so it might not be lore accurate!

What you and Alhaitham had was never going to last, as much as it broke your hearts you always knew this to be true. But for just until you graduated, you could live life to the fullest and fufill all your dreams - to study at the Academia and live without regrets. Perhaps the last part was unrealistic, but one could always dream. It had never been in your plans to fall for someone - quite opposite actually, as you would be married off after the summer. Alhaitham was certainly not your first choice in any case, but it just happened...

As a noble heir of your family it was traditional to marry as soon as you reached a certain appropriate age, your parents wished to give you as much time and freedom as they could, but it was a duty and given responsibility you could not avoid. As you grew older you were allowed to fufill one final wish before settling down with your chosen consort - anything within reason. Though you had already been properly schooled in Fontaine, but you had requested to study at the Academia should you be fortunate enough to earn a place.

Your request was quite surprising to your parents, but they allowed it. Should you not gain a place you would be granted another wish. Fortunately you did manage to earn a place as a student and free to pursue your chosen studies. Your parents were not blind to the fact that you had chosen studying as a method of prolonging your arranged marriage as your studies would take time, but they allowed it.

With your bags packed you were quickly shipped off to Sumeru, you had never been there and it was your first time away from family. It was quite uneasy and intimidating to enter a whole nother land all alone. Even worse your guide had never showed up, meaning you were stranded all alone in an unfamiliar place... That's when you met him.

“You look lost.” He had said in a monotone voice.

You turned to look at him in surprise, “You could say that...”

It wasn't like Alhaitham to care about some lost strangers, but as he walked past you he couldn't help but stop for some reason. You looked so defeated standing there moping all alone, so he simply asked to make sure you weren't in trouble.

“My escort never showed up, so I've been standing here for some time... I guess I was hoping they were just really late.” You tried to smile.

“Where are you heading then?”

“Um, Sumeru City.” You looked at him curiously.

“I'll be heading back there myself, I can escort you.” He offered.

“Oh, um... I'm sorry, I don't know if it's a good idea for me to follow a stranger.”

“Understandable and wise. Anyway, it's that way - just follow the road and signs. If you change your mind I'll be at the Tavern.” Have waved you off as he left.

You stood in place looking at the dirt road he had pointed towards. It went through the rainforest - which you had no experience with, making you second guess venturing through it alone... He didn't seem like a bad person, though it would be naive to believe he couldn't be one, but you were out of your element.

“Wait!” You shouted after him.

He stopped before turning to look at you over his shoulder, you took in a deep breath before catching up with him. You stood a few feet from him as you fiddled with your fingers as you prepared yourself to ask for his help.

“If you could please show me the way.” You sheepishly smiled.

“Sure.” He simply replied.

Your journey was mostly, but it was only awkward in the beginning. You came to enjoy it as he confidently lead you towards the city and you didn't have to do a single thing beside keeping up with him. It was nice to be able to enjoy the beautiful scenery in silence. After arriving at the city you simply said thanks and goodbye before going your separate ways.

Neither of you expected to see each other again, it was complete happenstance you even met at all and Sumeru was quite a large continent. You didn't even know each other's names, but it seemed your meeting that day had been fate after all - as you had been paired up with him in a project. His name didn't ring a bell, but there was no mistaking his silky gray locks and teal-red eyes.

“Alhaitham?” You called out as he hadn't paid attention to who he was paired up with.

He turned lazily towards you and his eyes widened as he recognized you immediately. He looked quite puzzled before looking at your attire and the books you were holding, then he understood everything.

“We meet again.” He replied.

“Yes. It's nice to finally put a name to the face, I forgot to ask when we last met.” You smiled.

Alhaitham wasn't fond of group projects or group work overall, but he didn't mind when it was you. You were passionate and hardworking, you also didn't believe yourself to know everything even with the knowledge of the Akasha - unlike other scholars. Perhaps it was because you were from another country that you acted and saw life do differently, but he frankly loved it.

“You've got it all wrong." He pointed at your writing before beginning to explain your error.

“Oh, I see! Thank you, Alhaitham.” You smiled.

Your reaction was far from what he'd expected... Most scholars hated being wrong or corrected, they were too prideful. While you would be annoyed with his know-it-all attitude, you appreciated being lead to the right solutions and answers more than being proudly wrong.

It was never in either of your intentions to fall for each other, but you did. When both of you finally admitted your feelings it was made clear that this would only last as long as your studies did. But real life wasn't as easy, feelings weren't that easy to forget and move on by a certain date... But you didn't think about it back then, you were just hopelessly in love for the first and last time in your lives - nothing else mattered.

The day you would leave back to your homeland was one you wished you could forget. From the moment you woke up was filled with silence as neither of you wished to acknowledge the fact that soon you would see each other for the very last time... Both of you couldn't say a word, but wanted to say so much at the same time.

When the boat approached you had turned to look st him with pleading eyes, hoping and praying he would beg you to stay - give you any excuse to stay. But he stared back at you with a blank expression that broke you. You started to argue and scream at him, you couldn't even remember what was said anymore. He eventually joined in as you destroyed each other's hearts and your whole relationship. Perhaps you had hoped it would have made things easier if you hated each other, but all you felt was longing to apologize...

You went on with your lives with your shattered hears. He became a Scribe and eventually even the Acting Grand Sage. You got married and became the head of your family as your parents grew old and retired. With Lesser Lord Kusanali back in control she invited you personally to visit your old school again, a request from an Archon could not be refused and you didn't mind a vacation - you were unaware at the time of Alhaitham's position.

Sumeru hadn't changed a bit, but it was rather comforting to see a familiar place after all these years. Seeing the familiar cafe's and restaurants made you think of Alhaitham... You wondered if he was still studying or if he had taken another path in life. You wondered if he still hated you after how things ended, as you were unaware he never hated you in the first place.

“This is the office of the Acting Grand Sage! This is Alhaitham.” Lord Kusanali introduced you.

You froze in place as you stared at the man before you, he did the same. You had both grown older, but so little had changed. In between blinks he could see you still in your Akademia uniform with those ridiculous stacks of books you always carried...

“You seem to already know each other.” The Archon quietly added.

“Yes, we went to school together.” Alhaitham replied.

Someone suddenly came up the elevator and happily jogged to hold your hand, everyone's attention was now on them.

“My love!” They called you.

“Yes?” You replied with a smile.

Alhaitham could clearly connect the dots, especially as the one holding your hand had a matching ring on their ring finger. It was strange to hear someone call you a pet name, you two hadn't done so during your relationship. He was always aware this was going to happen after you returned home, but seeing it himself was a different matter - he didn't expect his heart to still ache for you after all these years...

“I can't believe you went to school here! This is place is simply incredible and quite difficult from what I've seen!” They exitedly rambled on and you dutifully listened.

“Excuse my rudeness, but I have some matters to attend to.” Alhaitham interrupted.

“Okay...” Nahida nodded in understanding, sge didn't have to read his mind to understand the situation.

Without the Acting Grand Sage your tuor and talk with the Archon continued - she actually proposed that you take the job, but you already had a duty as the head of your household back home. Nahida remarked it to be a pity but ultimately understood. Before leaving to continue your work you needed to talk to a certain someone once and for all.

“Knew I'd find you here.” You remarked as you walked up to him.

“I guess old habits die hard.” He avoided your eyes.

“I heard all about you helping a traveler to rescue Lord Kusanali. I suppose it makes sense for you.” You chuckled.

“I suppose so.” He simply answered.

"I'm not surprised she offered the position of Grand Sage to you, but I'm even less surprised that you didn't take it." But he only hummed in reply...

You sighed heavily, “Are you really going to be like this? Please just talk to me.”

“I am talking.”

“Alhaitham...” You groaned in frustration.

“What is it you want me to say?” He finally turned his full attention to you.

“I don't know maybe an apology?”

“I should apologize for what you started?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“I didn't mean it like that! Listen. I will be leaving tomorrow and I don't want to end things like last time. I truly cherish those years we spent together and you will always be special to me. I love you, but it was never going to happen - I want us to move on.” You explained.

“What about your spouse then?” It was almost as if ge didn't hear anything past "I love you".

“You know it was an arranged marriage, but they are lovely. They are my best friend and I couldn't be happier having them by my side, but I don't love them if that's what you're asking, not romanticly anyway.”

“I see. I will apologize for my words and for hurting you, but I won't apologize for not stopping you.”

You said nothing in reply as you were stunned by his words, “What do you mean?”

“That's what you had hoped - that I would try to stop you. But like we agreed, when the time came I would let you go. So I did.”

“...Did you want me to go?”

“Of course not. I still don't...” He quietly replied.

“Alhaitham...” You said speechlessly.

“I know.”

Alhaitham closed his book loudly before standing up from his spot and walking a few steps away from you. He then turned to halfway face you.

“Goodbye, and have a good life.”

With those words he left you to sit alone with tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. No matter how many years had gone by your heart had not healed or stopped loving Alhaitham, perhaps it never would. But it was clear that neither had his. Life was cruel indeed to have made the one you love to be the one you cannot have...

A/N: This is so rushed I'm so sorry! There are a million fics waiting in my drafts but I'm experiencing the worst writers block! I simply can't ficus on any of them for some reason... I am not very proud of this work but I want to keep my posting consistent for you guys!

Anyway, feel free to like and or reblog if you want<3

[gremlinisjay]

I'm reading Al-Haitham's story rn. And I just want to say... Autism.