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Bride to be.

synopsis: you catch the bouquet at a wedding.

character(s): jean, eula, mona (seperate).

warning(s): mentions of marriage.

note(s): female reader, reader wears a dress and heels, second POV.

p.s: jean is wearing a suit but I could not write that description in so please use your imagination :(

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JEAN GUNNHILDR

“Are you okay? Do your feet hurt?” 

With Jean’s arms wrapped protectively around yours, the two of you swayed to the romantic, slow-dance waltz together as couples just like you danced in the background of your vision. Sure, your feet ached, your dress was scratching up your thighs, and the people around you were starting to give you a headache but you’ve never felt more alive. Jean’s firm yet warm touch upon your body never ceased to make your heart flutter, and with the close proximity between you too, your heart was practically close to flying off.

“In all honesty, I’m in agony with these heels,” you chuckled, resting your head beneath your lover’s neck. “But, I do like being able to dance with you at eye level. So, I can bear the pain a little while longer.” 

Jean casted a worried look with her eyes and stopped dancing to hold your shoulders. “That’s not good. You might get blisters if you overextend your comfort. Would you like to go home now? I can carry you if you’d like.” She kneeled down on the floor in a princely manner and reached to remove your shoes. “May I? I brought spare flats in case you got tired.”

Of course she did. Jean was never one to be unprepared.

“Hah, you always seem prepared for everything, Jean.” You grinned, moving to go sit down at your designated table. “I’m the luckiest girl in the world to have you.”

The tips of the Gunnhildr’s ears glowed bright pink as she moved to kneel down in front of you. Carefully removing your heels like they were Cinderella’s glass slippers and placing a kiss just above your knee. “Any pain? Do you feel sore anywhere?”

“Are you gonna give me a massage if I do?” You joked. 

“If you want, I can.” Her face looked dead serious. 

“Ah…Jean, I’m joking.” You pressed the back of your hand to your mouth to stifle your laughter. You couldn’t help it, Jean was so cute when she was serious! “I’m fine, but those flats you brought do sound quite nice. Maybe at the next wedding I’ll plan to wear something more convenient next time.”

Jean smiled and slipped on the pair of flats she brought along delicately on your feet. Almost reenacting a whole Cinderella scene with you as she was so gentle and cautious with sliding the piece of footwear on. “Perhaps. But if you ever forget again, I’ll always have an extra pair just in case.”

She looked up at you with those adoring, blue eyes before her attention was taken away from the various cheers and squeals of women. All surrounding the bride of the wedding like some sort of weird formal rave. The bride was positioned at the top of the stage with her back turned to the crowd of cheering women, all eager with their hands in the air as they waited for her to throw the objects in her hands. 

A bouquet. 

“Oh! They’re doing the bouquet toss!” You fawned. “Jean, do you think I…?”

She smiled warmly at your indication and nodded. “Of course, you still qualify for a bachelorette after all.” Though that word left a bitter taste in her mouth. “Go on. I’ll be waiting right here for you.”

You beamed at this response and quickly kissed her cheek before running off, much faster now that you were no longer wearing heels. Jean couldn’t help but smile brightly at how excited you were to partake in such a funny little wedding tradition. I mean, catching a bouquet to indicate who’s next in marriage? It was a silly idea, yet Jean couldn’t help but let her mind take off with the concept in mind.

You married to her.

Jean would be lying if she said she never thought of the idea of marriage. The two of you had been together through thick and thin, dealing with any and every obstacle together as if you shared a single body. She always thought she was destined to lead the nation of Mondstadt alone, but when you came along, she finally realized just how important –and fun– it would be to have someone who loved her in her life. Someone who wanted to share the rest of their life with her. 

And she wanted to spend the rest of hers with them too. 

An erupt of screams snapped her out of her thoughts. The swarm of bachelorettes clearing to make way for the lucky woman in the middle. ‘I can’t see her.’ Jean thought worriedly. ‘Was she trampled by the others? Y/N–!’

Standing up from her seat, Jean froze when she heard your shout. 

“Jean!” You shouted from the crowd, your voice far from distress as it sounded more like happiness. 

“Y/N?” The crowd parted like the Red Sea to show you standing in the middle. The lights from the wedding cascading a heavenly glow in your smile when you turned around. Bouquet of roses in hand. 

“I caught it!” You shouted, a broad smile on your face as your fellow bachelorettes cheered for your win. “I caught it, Jean!”

Indeed you did, but Jean didn’t have it in her to respond. Simply staring at you with the deepest blush ever, as all she could think about was you in a wedding dress, getting married to her and smiling through a thin veil that masked your everlasting beauty. Jean couldn’t talk. She couldn’t fathom. And yet when she sees you jumping around excitedly with the bouquet in hand, a burst of serotonin tells her ‘yes, you can marry this girl. She caught the bouquet to marry you.’ And Jean realizes that she can marry the girl of her dreams, and she will.

‘Even in a dress that isn’t white, you look more like a bride to me than any woman in this room…’

EULA LAWRENCE

Eula never really liked weddings. From all the weddings she was forced to partake in as a child, they were always the same, stuffy, boring weddings that bored her to death and made her loathe such events whenever she were invited to one. Weddings to her were just an excuse for the Lawrence clan to gather up as one big group, and act like assholes once more until Eula couldn’t stand it. It’s come to the point where every time a wedding is even mentioned, Eula would flinch and think back to all the bratty adults she had to listen to while stuck at a table with barely edible food.

Though, this time the wedding she was invited to wasn’t as sufferable as she thought. For one, her clan wouldn’t be related to the event at all, and two, you were there; her loving and doting girlfriend that begged her to go as your date. And how could she not? After all, she did look quite attractive in formal wear. 

But you…you. You were another story. When you came out for Eula to pick you up she was beyond smitten. Barely able to get her words across as you laced your arms with hers and made your way to the carriage so that you could be taken to the wedding venue. Even then, Eula could not get a word out!

But she could now.

“The bride is honestly so beautiful. I think her dress was imported from Fontaine.” You pushed around one of the fancy looking dishes that you were served and turned to Eula for her opinion. “Do you think I could order a dress as good as that? Ah, but the shipping…I’d need to save more mora…”

“You do not need a dress to enhance your beauty.” Eula crossed her arms, almost appearing mad as she furrowed her brows. “Just being with me has always been a treasure.”

A beat of silence passes by and Eula quickly unfolds her arms. “H-However, if you want a dress from Fontaine I will gladly order it for you if you wish.” The higher pitch in her voice gave away her frenzied panic, and you couldn’t help but giggle in response.

“You’re always so sweet to me, Eula. So charming even when you’re being silly.”

“I am not being silly.”

She all but huffed that response like a steam engine about to explode, causing you to burst out into a fit of giggles and prod a tiny smirk onto the bluenette’s face. “Oh Eula, this is why I love you so.”

‘And I love you too.’

A bunch of screaming women cut your moment short as you both turned to see the ravenous swarm of desperate singles reaching to try and catch the bride’s bouquet, as she was standing far off to the side ready to launch the flowers in the air. Who would’ve thought that so many women were desperate to get married in Mondstadt? Apparently here was your answer.

‘Such a foolish tradition.’ Eula thought, frowning at the sight. ‘Letting a mere bouquet of flowers decide when you get married? How odd.’

“Ah, the bouquet toss!” You exclaimed joyfully, “I’ll be back my love, I want to join in on the festivities too!”

You ran off to join the crowd of desperate women and Eula couldn’t help but be surprised by your actions. Were you really going to engage in such an activity? Eula couldn’t help but be curious. 

You stood yourself in the far back and put your hands up adorably as you weren’t as ravenous as the other singles in the crowd. The other women fighting for their spot to shine, while you bounced on your heels for some extra height in order to strengthen your chances. Ouch, that was cute. Eula glanced at the wall to hide the overbearing smile stretching over her face. Too much for the knight to take. 

“It’s mine!” Several women called out. The bouquet bouncing along aggressive hands before making its way to the back and landing right into your hands. Holy Barbatos you did not expect that.  

“Woah—!” You stumbled with the bouquet for a second before holding it firmly in your arms. “I…I caught it! Eula, look! It landed!”

She turned to the sounds of your cheering and audibly gasped when she saw you running over with the bouquet in hand. Leaving a trail of sad, single women to disperse as you came home as the lucky champion of the evening. “It just crowd-surfed and landed in my hands! Isn’t that interesting? It’s almost like it’s fate!” 

Fate.

Eula stared at how excited you were to win such a tradition and watched as you plucked a flower from the bunch and held it out to her. “For my lady,” you joked in an over dramatic voice, bowing like a dame and presenting the rose as a gesture of romance. 

“All that for a flower,” Eula scoffed, though she took the flower from your hands and twirled it, a small smile reaching her lips. “Thank you, I will treasure it.” 

“Of course, it’s extra special since it’s from a bouquet I caught. Maybe it’s destined for us to get married next, hm?”

Although a playful little jab at the bluenette, Eula couldn’t help but wonder if the destiny was real. The way the bouquet bounced off the other hands and just landed in your arms was a bit odd in her eyes. Maybe it was just the fate of destiny that brought the bouquet to you. Who knows, perhaps Barbatos had blessed the winds to carry the bouquet towards you, gifting you with the reward of changing fate tonight. 

Eula’s cheeks flushed. But what would mean you and Eula would be getting married next! Marriage! As in wife and wife, officially together in legal documents and last names!

She turned to you and saw you playing idly with the roses plucked straight from the bouquet. Twirling the thorn-stripped stem in your hand before pinning the ornament behind your ear. ‘Beautiful.’ Eula thought. And for a second she forgot all her worries and wondered if a dress could enhance your beauty even more. A wedding dress.

‘Perhaps weddings aren’t too bad. As long as it’s a wedding between you and I.’

MONA MEGISTUS

Let’s be honest, Mona really only agreed to attend the wedding simply because she got to eat free fancy food. That, and it was also an excuse to have a free fancy dinner date with you, something she unfortunately bashes herself over as she’s not able to treat you to the fanciest places all the time. 

As snootish as Mona can be, she really beats herself up over not being the perfect girlfriend for you all the time. Sitting here with you at an expensive wedding with couples in their fancy clothes made her realize just how pathetic she really was when in comparison to the bride and groom. The fact that they could afford all of this, all the food, the decorations, the people, and look so content with themselves just made Mona feel as if she could never live up to those standards. I mean, how could you even love her when she couldn’t even afford basic roses? She couldn’t even treat you right, let alone love you properly.

Why do you even stay with her?

“Is something on your mind, my love?” You murmured out of concern.

“Hm? Oh, I was just marveling at the taste of this salad. The dressing is nothing like I’ve ever tasted.” You chuckled over her enthusiasm for salad. Mona always seemed to be some sort of salad connoisseur whenever you’d go out to eat, and her love for such a simple palette made her all the more cuter. “Is it really that good? I thought I made a pretty good salad at home.”

Mona rolled her eyes playfully and stabbed a piece of tomato. “Your salad is…on par. That is a compliment considering this was made by a professional chef.”

You feigned a look of hurt before giggling and going back to your meal. The loud sounds of songs and people dancing drowning out as all Mona could listen to was the sound of you enjoying yourself. You seemed so content, so at ease, and all Mona could think about was how to afford all of this if she wished to spend her future with you. 

And she really, really did.

“You keep staring at me with those wide, unblinking eyes.” You scrunched up your shoulders at the sight. “It’s creepy.”

“What? Am I not allowed to stare at my own girlfriend?” Mona scoffed dramatically. “I really thought loving you meant I could admire you for as much as I pleased. Can I not?”

“It’s just weird, you’ve never been so laser-focused on my face before.” You bashfully laughed. “Are you really okay? You seem so out of it this evening.”

“Of course I’m okay. I just like watching you.”

“That’s so creepy taken out of context.”

“I’m not creepy!”

Mona swatted at your arm and you couldn’t help but stifle your laughter as she tried so hard to defend her honor. Her cheeks mirroring that of a hamster’s as they puffed up like tiny balloons out of frustration. “Honestly, what did I even see in you back then? The stars are truly strange for pairing me up with you as my soulmate.”

“Sure, blame the stars for falling head over heels for me. Klee told me about how you’d pray to the stars every night that I was single.”

“I– buh– KLEE–!”

“Hah…Don’t be too hard on the girl, Mona. If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t have had the courage to confess to you.” You took note of the pink starting to glow on the astrologist’s ears. For someone so “high and mighty” as she so often claimed, she really couldn’t hide her own embarrassment well. “Come on, let’s lighten up a bit, Mona. We’re at a wedding, let’s go enjoy ourselves.” 

“...I suppose you’re right, darling.” Mona huffed. “Now, I believe I owe you a slow dance for–”

Suddenly a bouquet slammed itself into your head and landed right on top of your lap. The both of you shrieking like little girls as you had no idea what just happened until you fully registered what you were hit with.

“AAAAAAA wait wait–! Mona, stop screaming! It’s just the bride’s bouquet! Mona I’m okay don’t scream–!”

You lifted the bouquet of pink up to your face to show Mona and smiled charmingly with a facefull of flowers. “It’s just the bouquet Mona! Somehow I managed to catch it!” Mona was still shell-shocked to fully register that you were okay. “I caught it! I caught the bouquet with my face and I didn’t even try!”

Ignoring the depressed wails of the unlucky women who weren’t as lucky as you, you got out of your chair and went over to hug Mona, who was now finally starting to wake up from her daze. 

“Mona, do you know what this means?!”

“Huh? What–?”

“We can get married next!”

MARRIED?!

You squeezed Mona so hard she swears she saw the stars on the ceiling. Yet despite the bone-crushing hug you gave her all she could think about was that you caught the bouquet, and in Mondstadt traditions that meant that you were next in line to get married next. You while you were dating her.

‘Married? Y/N wants to get married next? With me? Why?!’ If Mona’s eyes could spin they would. Too overloaded with information to comprehend the thought. 

“How wonderful this is, it seems like we were blessed with fate huh?” You joked. Though, when it came to fate, Mona never joked around. “I can’t wait to potentially spend the rest of my life with you…”

The astrologist tensed up at your words before softening in your hold. You quickly kiss her forehead before running off to show your lucky surprise to your friends, leaving your girlfriend standing by your table in both shock and dumbstruck love for you. ‘She really wants to spend the rest of her life with me…’ Mona pondered, heart beating against her ribcage as she grasped the edge of the table for stability. “Hah, I was worried for nothing…”

She looked over at you flaunting your accidental bouquet catch to various guests and smiled as you seemed so happy with the implications of having such a lucky catch. The astrologist sitting back at your table and watching you quietly from afar just as she did back when she pined for you all those years ago.

‘I suppose I don’t need an expensive wedding to make you happy. Just us being there makes it worth a whole fortune.’

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Let Me Help You, Baby

Shinobu Kochou x She/Her Reader Modern AU

A/N: A short fic based off of this post I saw awhile ago and immediately thought of Shinobu. I headcanon that she would sooner shatter a pickle jar against a wall than ask somebody to open it for her. Just something a little fun that I hope you’ll all enjoy! Word Count: 845

(Y/n) hummed quietly along to the music playing through her earbuds as she walked, only stopping to take an earbud out when she reached the lecture hall. She opened the door as quietly as she could and upon seeing that it was empty, she opened the door fully and walked inside. The lights flickered on when the sensors detected her motion and she walked down the aisle until she got to the seat she most preferred.

She dropped her backpack to the ground and sat down with an exhausted sigh. She had decided to get to her 8am lecture almost an hour early today so she could get some stuff done and just chill out a bit before the rest of the eighty students that had taken the course filled the room with noise and activity.

She took out her laptop and began sifting through her emails, cursing out the professor she had for a class later in the day for sending an email out at 2:59am concerning the essays that were supposed to be due today. Fortunately, it would be a quick edit for her, but if the printers sensed her fear and decided not to work for her again she would be screwed.

She deleted the email with an extra hard click. Whatever, if he had a problem with the essay she printed out last night then he shouldn’t have sent an email out at such an ungodly hour. She reached under her seat and slipped her thermos of coffee out of her backpack. Hopefully the earthy aroma would settle some of the bitterness in her soul. She attempted to twist the cap off but she must have screwed it on super tight because the cap didn’t budge. She braced the thermos between her thighs and tried again, tugging at the cap until there were spots in her vision and her hand hurt.

She grunted with displeasure and put the thermos on the table next to her laptop. What a great start to the morning. She nearly jumped out of her skin when a pair of hands rested against her shoulders. She yanked her earbuds out of her ears and quickly turned around, sinking back in her chair when she recognized the person standing over her.

“Shinobu,” she breathed, holding a hand to her chest, “you scared me!”

“I’m sorry,” Shinobu grinned, not looking sorry in the least, “that wasn’t my intention. I just walked in and saw you with your head almost between your knees. Finals aren’t here yet, it’s a little early to have a mental health crisis.”

(Y/n) liked Shinobu, she had only talked to her a handful of times, usually when the professor asked for groups to discuss the readings and such, but even just talking about the topics in class (Y/n) thought she was really cool and fun to talk to.

“I was just trying to open my thermos. I don’t know how I managed to screw it on so tight.” (Y/n) explained, gesturing to the thermos. It stared back at her, mockingly.

Shinobu tutted sympathetically and slid into the sliding chair beside (Y/n), setting her bag to the ground and out of the way.

“Let me help you, baby.”

Before (Y/n) could recover from the literal shivers shaking her entire nervous system, Shinobu reached out and took the thermos into her hands and proceeded to… not open it.

Oh she tried, but no matter how hard she twisted, now matter how hard her arms shook, the cap stayed firmly in place. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, but she was persistent with her efforts.

(Y/n) never felt more in love.

Even as other students began filtering in, Shinobu kept at it, shooing (Y/n)’s hands away when she tried to give her a break. She couldn’t give up now. She refused to. It would damage her pride far too much if she couldn’t open a damn bottle!

“Morning!” A chirpy voice, far too chipper for 7:55 in the morning, greeted. (Y/n) looked up and waved at Mitsuri as she slid past, plopping her bag beside Shinobu.

“Good morning, Mitsuri.”

Mitsuri opened her mouth to ask how (Y/n) and Shinobu’s weekend went when she noticed Shinobu struggling with the thermos.

“Oh! Let me help you with that, Shinobu.”

Mitsuri took the thermos from her hand before Shinobu could try to stop her. She put her hand on the lid and with a small grunt of effort, the cap twisted off with a small, pop! With a pleased nod, she handed the thermos and the cap back to Shinobu, who stared at it blankly.

“There you go!”

“…Thank you, Mitsuri.” Shinobu deadpanned.

Mitsuri smiled and opened her bag to retrieve the materials she needed for class. Meanwhile Shinobu slid the thermos towards (Y/n) and ran a hand through her mussed purple hair, a bit of an embarrassed look upon her face.

“I loosened it for her.”

“Oh definitely.” (Y/n) readily agreed, she took a sip of her coffee and winced.

That was definitely yesterday’s coffee, but Shinobu didn’t need to know that.

[sumeru-academy]

Aaajaakkakjkxjdjdj—

Shesheshehshwjkanw SHE’S COMING HOMEEEEE.

And Mika too ig—

SHE HAS HER SPLASH ART NOW SO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS…

—mod angel 🎐

[sumeru-academy]

FIRST THE EREMITES AND NOW—

…Guys I think my new favorite NPC is ???. She’s just so pretty and everyone else on the mod team (especially mod Alice) thinks so too.

Although she kind of reminds me of female Muzan from KNY—

—mod angel 🎐

[sumeru-academy]

new eremite enemy is gonna have me wandering the desert hoping to get captured by her lmao

PLEASE. If evil, why hot? In all seriousness though the new eremites are so—

WSKDKKDE Yes ma’am, take me away. If the first fic for Sumeru characters were of the eremite women would you guys be upset? 🤔 cuz…heavily thinking about it while waiting for Dehya to release. /hj

—mod angel 🎐

[sumeru-academy]

Why do they always make our enemies hot 💔

- Izumi anon 🧭

Villains in general always seem to have the hotter designs. I mean, they have so much more creativity with what they can wear, and often times than not, it’s super hot.

Ahem, looking at Gale Hunter and pink eremite specifically 👀

—mod angel 🎐

[sumeru-academy]

Hoyoverse need to stop with these hot badass looking enemies 😭

They are making my knees weak

NO THEY NEED TO MAKE MORE. And hey, if your knees keep growing weak at the sight of them then I’m sure they’re more than capable of lifting you. Have you seen Eremite Galehunter??? She could probably bench press all of us…

—mod angel 🎐

[sumeru-academy]

omg you wrote for my babygirl mona <333 serotonin

I love Mona! Unfortunately she’s one of the underrated girls as I don’t see many fics of her :(

—mod angel 🎐

[sumeru-academy]

Hello Everyone i got a question,,, your blog is f! reader? you write sfw though so im wondering why you‘re not writing gn! ?? /gen is there a specific reason? i‘m sorry im new to this blog 🥹

Some of us tend to default to female reader when writing so it just happens unconditionally. However, we do have a few gender neutral fics so we are open to writing gn readers. (The gender neutral tag can be found in the notes above a fic)

It’s just that majority of the mod team are more comfortable writing for female readers, so most of our works have the female reader tag :)

—mod angel 🎐

[sumeru-academy]

Helloo, am i the only one who have problem with "medusa" ? It just keep loading on me

Hello anon! Sorry about that, but Mod Chewie’s Medusa fic is currently on private as it was not showing up in the tags before. It’ll be uploaded again soon and the link in the masterlist will be updated :D

—mod angel 🎐

[sumeru-academy]

Delivery girl.

synopsis: you’re the cute delivery girl they have a crush on.

character(s): hu tao, yae, ei (seperate).

warning(s): suggestive flirting (yae).

note(s): female reader, second POV, modern AU.

P.S: this prompt was inspired by my hunger and overwhelming desire to order food at 11 pm.

—mod angel 🎐

HU TAO

Hu Tao was one to order takeout often, however in all her years of ordering from this one specific chain, she had never met a delivery girl as pretty as you before.

Lounging around in her PJs while chatting idly with a phone lodged between her cheek, she made her way over to the door and was barely even paying attention when your voice short-circuited her brain.

“Delivery for Hu Tao!”

She nearly dropped her phone at your voice, body frozen stiff as she shakily ended her call to put her focus on you. ‘Holyyyy crap is this the new delivery girl??? I’ve never seen her before…!’ She was practically gawking at the sight, drool building up in her throat as she struggled to find her voice.

“Wow, I heard our food was pretty good but I didn’t expect you to salivate that much upon arrival,” you teased. “Do you…need a tissue?”

OH RIGHT SHE’S STILL STARING—

“No! It’s okay!” That was a lie, Hu Tao was in fact not okay. “I just— I’m just hungry!”

“(Chuckle) I can see…”

Hu Tao was internally cursing herself for wearing such unflattering PJs. Why in the everliving heavens did she decide to wear this of all things? Especially her ghost slippers! The ones that had the derpy looking faces on them! Agghhh what must you think of her now?!

‘She must think I look ridiculous!’ Hu Tao grimaced.

‘Cute slippers. I want them.’ You smiled and kept on staring.

‘She’s staring at them! Oh noooooo!’ Hu Tao screamed.

“As cute as you are staring at me, can you take these inside, please? They’re really hot and kind of burning my hands.” Hu Tao snapped out of her panic and realized that you were still holding the food she had ordered. Cursing herself even more as you must’ve stood there waiting for her to take them for god knows how long.

“Right, let me just get these off your hands…” Hu Tao shivered when her hand brushed against yours, noting how soft and warm they were as if you weren’t just scalding your hands moments ago. “This is everything, right?”

“Mhm! Everything you ordered is here.” You wiped away some sweat with the back of your hand and Hu Tao swears she saw god for a moment. “Now for the bill…”

“Oh, yeah! Let me just go grab my wallet.” Hu Tao stiffly walked back inside with the grace of a nutcracker and exhaled sharply once her back was turned to you. Has– Has the house always been so warm? Hu Tao pulled at the collar of her PJs and fanned herself as she went to go find her bag. Or was she cold? It feels like her heart is pounding right out of her chest! Good gods she must be possessed!

After paying you the bill –as well as a very generous tip may I add— Hu Tao shut the door with a quiet thud and practically raced to her upstairs bedroom. Launching face first into her pillow and screaming as loud as she could muffle without disturbing the neighbors. 

‘AAAAAAAAAAAAA-’ She kicked her legs up and down and had long forgotten about the food she had left in the kitchen. Her mind instead flooded with thoughts of you, your pretty smile, your face, your whole…everything! 

“She must be a fiend…” Hu Tao murmured, sinking her face into her pillow as heat began to pour from her cheeks. “What a devilish restaurant, using such a temptress to get me to order again next time…I’ve been bewitched…”

YAE MIKO

Miko in a modern setting would totally be a Starbucks kind of girl. Ordering it every chance she gets and even having her name spelled correctly as she was a frequent customer.

However, as frequent as she may be, there are times where she is simply too lazy to drive there herself. So, she settles for delivery whenever she couldn’t be bothered to.

Though, after this one occasion, it seems like Miko will now be ordering delivery every time she gets…

Halfway through with getting her nails painted, Miko’s ears perked up at the sound of the doorbell as she remembered that she had ordered drinks twenty minutes ago. Blowing profusely on her barely even dry nails, she struggled to even open her door as she didn’t want to ruin her tedious hard work. ‘I really should’ve thought this through…’ Miko seethed, fumbling with her elbows of all things to twist the knob open. ‘At least the only person seeing this would be the awkward little delivery boy—’

Girl. 

Miko’s eyes widened when she saw a newer, cuter, more prettier face than the one she was already used to. Instead of some awkward teenage boy that could barely look her in the eye, a more attractive, pretty-faced woman stood in their place instead. “Starbucks delivery for Miss Miko?” you smiled sunnily. 

Of course the one day Miko wasn’t looking her best, a hot girl decided to show up. Great. 

“Yes, that is I,” Miko instinctively took up a flirtatious pose, even though it lost its effect as she was wearing pink fluffy sweatpants. “And who is the pretty lady if I may ask?”

“Oh, I’m just the delivery girl,” You chuckled bashfully. “Here’s your order by the way, Sorry for the wait, it appears that lots of people wanted to order from home.”

“D’awww, I’m not your first customer?” Miko jabbed playfully. 

“No, I’ve actually been working as a delivery girl for a week now. So of course you wouldn’t be my first.” Miko frowned at your blunt response. “Here are your drinks. Better take them fast or else they’d melt.”

“Hmm. Fine. But can you be a dear and put them on the counter for me? My nails aren’t done drying you see,” she presented them to you proudly and gestured for you to follow her inside. “Wouldn’t want them to smear after all.”

“Of course!” You slipped off your shoes and stepped inside to set the tray on her countertop. “There you go. As for the bill…”

“Oh! The bill…” a devious smirk made its way onto Yae Miko’s lips as she had an excellent idea to make you blush. “I’m sorry dear, but I seemed to have misplaced my bag. Perhaps…I could pay you in other ways…?”

That sultry tone in her voice implied something seductive. However, you didn’t comprehend it as such as you only assumed she wanted a different payment method. 

“Yeah we take Apple Pay.” You beamed innocently. “Would you like to–”

“No! That’s not what I meant…”

“...We take CashApp too.”

“No no no–!” 

Miko groaned inwardly. Her attempts thwarted by your obliviousness as she turned to not spare you another thought. “I’ll…I’ll go find my bag…” 

Sighing defeatedly, she paid you and sent you on your way. Plopping down at her kitchen counter and staring at her Starbucks drinks chilling in the tray in front of her. Damn, has her game been that bad lately? Miko wanted to bury herself in her hands in pity. In front of a pretty girl too… 

She set her head against the cool countertop and thought about how she could woo you over to make you hers. Her drinks long forgotten about as they melted under the fiery blaze of her longing for you. 

‘Looks like I’ll be ordering from home more often…’

RAIDEN EI

Since Ei can’t cook at all, takeout and delivery is basically all she eats. She’s a frequent customer of pretty much every fast food chain you could think of, yet the one chain she orders from the most is a certain bakery she loves for their sweets. 

Most often than not, the delivery drivers for that certain bakery have all delivered to Ei’s place a numerous amount of times. However, since you were a new hire, this was the first time you’d be delivering to the well-known customer, and boy was it rough.

To put it short, you got lost.

Ei was getting impatient as she had ordered her boba and sweets over half an hour ago. What was the delivery driver doing? She was getting hungrier by the minute and her craving for sweets got much stronger with each passing minute. The moment the doorbell rang, Ei ran like lightning. Nearly tripping over a couch cushion as she stumbled to reach the doorknob in time. 

‘Finally! I can see the person responsible for delaying me of my desserts–’ Ei flinched when she was greeted with a young woman breathing heavily while holding up a box of her delicious freshly-baked desserts. The smell wafted up to her nose and instantly calmed her down as she took in the appearance of the disheveled woman. Who, despite being completely out of breath, had a very pretty voice Ei noted. 

“Your…Your order…miss…” you wheezed weakly. Clutching your stomach and presenting the box of goodies like it was the head of a monster you had just slayed. “Sorry for the delay. I got a little lost around the…the neighborhood.”

Your arms shook and Ei took it as a sign to grab the box before you could drop it. Watching as you picked yourself up painfully and analyzing your features as she had realized that she had never seen you before from the bakery. 

‘So they hired a new girl to deliver to my house…’ Ei let her eyes wander across your face and took note of how oddly cute you were despite being all hot and sweaty. ‘Very pretty. Though punctuality is not her forte…’

“You were awfully late still.” Ei spoke bluntly.

“I know. I’m sorry. Please don’t tell my boss!” You winced. 

“I won’t.” Ei murmured, grabbing the hilt of your chin and tilting it upwards to make you face her. “I quite like having you deliver to me, so I want you to keep your job.”

Unintentionally, the loser Raiden Ei had made you blush. Who would’ve thought?

“I-I…erm…” Ei watched as you fumbled over your words, heat radiating from your cheeks as she still hadn’t let go of your chin. 

‘Not good with words either.’ Ei noted, ‘And her face is all warm. She really must be out of breath…’

“I will go grab my wallet,” she murmured quietly, letting go of your chin to go back inside the house. “I will be ordering from the bakery a plentiful amount of times. Expect to memorize my route by then, understood?”

“Yes ma’am…”

“Good.”

And as Ei sent you off with the bill and your tip, she sat back in her kitchen and pulled out a pastry from the box. Chewing on a mouthful and letting her thoughts drift to you once more. Thoughts wandering as a blush suddenly spread across her face.

‘Is it just me…or are these desserts even sweeter than before…’

[sumeru-academy]

My sister likes you!

synopsis: her sibling outs her crush on you!

character(s): jean, ayaka, yoimiya. (seperate)

warning(s): probably second hand embarrassment.

note(s): female reader, second POV.

p.s: did you know that if all the humans in the world were blended into a fine paste and smushed into a giant ball, it’d be under 1 km wide?

—mod angel 🎐

JEAN GUNNHILDR

“Aren’t the flowers pretty, Jean?”

The dandelion knight took a sharp breath of air at your words and tried hard not to think about how angelic your voice sounded. Swallowing the urge to say “you’re prettier” to your face, and instead opting to agree with you in a short, yet awkward cough. 

“Yes, very much so. The citizens have done well decorating this year.”

It was the time of the Windblume festival, when you invited Jean out to go exploring for the night. Call it a date if you want, but you and Jean weren’t together by any means as you two were simply coworkers that seemed to chat all too comfortably. Simply coworkers that always hugged a bit too long whenever you were together, and simply coworkers that blushed whenever you two would accidentally touch each other.

Yep, simply coworkers. Just coworkers. Nothing more, nothing less.

But that wouldn’t stop Jean from staring at you whilst you chatted with a nearby shopkeep. Admiring how the natural gale of Mondstadt’s winds seemed to make your hair fly by so idly, or how the setting sun of Teyvat’s sky would cause your skin to blemish with a warm, hazy glow. All the little details that would make you stand out like a portrait straight out of a museum.

‘Ethereal..’ Jean thought wordlessly, as you stood oblivious to your own beauty, ‘Perhaps…today really is the day.’

Unbeknownst to you, Jean had debated on whether or not she should confess her feelings to you during the time of the Windblume festival. After all, it was a festival most well known for couples, and Jean thought it’d be extra meaningful for you if she were to confess her love on that very day.

Well, today is that very day.

“Gorgeous these flowers are, hm Jean?” You looked back at her with the face of a doe. 

“Huh? Oh yes!” The knight smiled at your content and watched as you made a purchase for two flower crowns with the shopkeep. One that was yellow like Jean’s hair, and one that was white. 

“Hehe, here Jean, this one’s for you.”

The dandelion knight stood stiffer than a board when you placed the small wreath of flowers on top of her. Face absolutely blooming with red when she realized that the two flower crowns you had bought were symbols for someone confessing their love.

“Y/N, these crowns! Th-They—“

Jean could not help but cover her face in embarrassment. Was this your confession to her? Did you like her back?

“They’re pretty right?” You seemed oblivious to their symbolism and plopped your own flower crown on top of your head. “I have a keen eye for these kinds of things.”

“O-Oh, right. Yes, they are very pretty…” Jean couldn’t help but deflate at her misunderstanding. “I see, thank you for purchasing them, Y/N.”

You innocently smiled back at her, practically beaming with obliviousness at what you had done and tormenting the poor Favonius knight, as It was now up to her to pull the first string. 

Up to her, and now she was a bit more doubtful.

What if you knew what the flower crowns symbolized and this was your way of rejecting her? Did you catch on to the acting grandmaster's horrible attempts to cover up her crush? Oh Barbatos, maybe this whole Windblume confession wasn’t a good idea after all—

“OH MY BARBATOS!”

You and Jean turned to see none other than Jean’s little sister Barbara holding her face in her hands and squealing like a super fan. Running up to you oh so joyously and clasping her older sister’s hands with delight.

“You really did it!” She seemed to exclaim, her soft and gentle voice failing to conceal her excitement. “I’m overjoyed for you, Jean.”

“Barbara?!” Jean looked surprised.

“Hello Barbara!” You chirped.

“Hello Y/N! I’m so glad you accepted my sister’s confession!” 

CONFESSION?!

Jean looked at Barbara, then looked at you, and then looked at the flower crowns sitting on top of your heads. Oh… The Favonius knight’s jaw fell agape. Oh no…

“B-Barbara! It’s not what it—”

“Ohh, I’m so glad things turned out well! Poor Jean was practically writhing in fear for this day as she was planning to confess to you for ages! (Sigh) Thank Barbatos for this blessed day! Now we can celebrate this newfound love together!”

“Barbara…” Jean felt a lump of saliva build up in her throat as she watched your face burn up with shame. Or, what she assumed was shame. 

“Hm?” Her innocent little sister looked up at her in obliviousness.

“I…I haven’t confessed to her yet…”

“…Huh?” the nun’s face fell crestfallen. Jean’s words echoing in her mind like a hollow symphony that reminded her of what she had done. “You haven’t…b-but—“

But the flowers! Your smile, your laughter. The symbolism! How could—

“Ohhh I am so sorry!” Barbara’s face flushed with panic as she rushed to run off in a blind stupor. “Sister Rosaria put the balloons away! I repeat! Put the balloons awayyyy!” 

Running off to go shove Rosaria away and cover a bunch of floating heart balloons, Jean could only wince in pure, mental pain as she felt her insides crush to a splinter. Hesitantly waiting to see what your face must’ve looked like after all the chaotic-ness that unfolded right beneath your very eyes.

‘Well that went as smooth as nails on a chalkboard’ Jean braced herself for impact when she turned to see your reaction to all of this. ‘What would Y/N think of me now…?’

“You…You were planning to confess to me?” You covered up your mouth to conceal your blush. “Really..?”

“I…I was,” the dandelion knight chewed the inside of her lip in panic. “However, I did not expect my little sister to do it for me…” 

Jean turned her head away bashfully, “Please excuse me…” 

“No no! I think it’s cute!” You chuckled, reaching for the acting grandmaster’s hand. “It’s very sweet, actually, and besides..”

You leaned over to whisper delicately into Jean’s ear. Her breath hitching at your hushed words.

“I was planning to confess to you first.”

KAMISATO AYAKA

“Mister Ayato, didn’t you hear? Ayaka’s bringing a woman home!”

Ayato nearly spat out his boba at Thoma’s words, and stared slack-jawed at the wall while the housekeeper danced in glee. 

“A woman! An actual woman! Oh how Lady Ayaka has grown!” Thoma smiled joyously and grabbed a broomstick propped against the wall. “I must get the estate in tip top shape! I heard that this was the woman that Ayaka wanted to court.” 

“…I beg your pardon?” Ayato’s brow twitched at his oblivious housekeeper, and watched as he started sweeping with the grace of a ballet dancer, completely nonchalant to Ayato’s thunderous tone. “Oh? You didn’t hear, sir?” Thoma grinned and grabbed a nearby dustpan to sweep, “Ayaka has been over the moon for this girl. I’ve never seen her so smitten in all my years of working here.”

“Smitten?” It seems like Ayato was having trouble processing this whole ordeal. “A woman? Ayaka? My little sister Ayaka?!”

The older Kamisato practically crushed the boba cup in his hand out of annoyance, splashing the milk tea and pearls everywhere and spilling it all over his shirt.

“M-Mister Ayato!”

“Make this woman stay for dinner. I’d like to have a chat with her…”

“I…of course, sir…but let’s get you into a new shirt…”

Dinner came without any major complications. At the news of her big brother personally inviting you to stay for dinner, Ayaka was ecstatic. Nervous, but ecstatic to be with you longer as —like Thoma said— she was simply over the moon for you. And knowing that her big brother wanted you to stay for longer? Hah! Ayaka could cry tears of joy!

‘He must’ve taken a liking to you…’ were the younger Kamisato’s thoughts as she watched him eye you from the back of a shoji screen. ‘Y/N really is the perfect woman for me…’

Well, she was right about one thing, and it wasn’t Ayato taking a liking to you…

Her big brother couldn’t help but be bitter at the way you were fitting in so smoothly with the rest of the Kamisato family and staff. Smiling oh so joyously and making his Ayaka laugh with how charming and witty you were with your words. Ayato had to admit, he couldn’t find a single thing wrong with you, which in turn made him even more bitter.

“The food is amazing, Thoma! You really cooked all of this yourself?” You beamed like the sun itself and gratefully ate bite after bite of the dish Thoma had prepared for this evening. Ayato seething since your compliment showed your humble side, and noting that this was just yet another pro to your ongoing list of pros vs cons. Something Ayato thought was impossible when it came to Ayaka’s suitors.

“All from scratch! And Lady Ayaka helped prepare the food too, she helped marinate the fish.”

You turned to Ayaka who was seated right next to you and smiled. Truly proud of how good of a cook the princess could be. “You marinated the fish? It’s incredible, Ayaka. I’ve never tasted anything quite like it…”

“Ah…th-thank you Y/N!” Ayaka smiled endearingly and tried to cover up her blush by eating another piece of rice. Chewing quickly to avoid the spread of tomato face. ‘Ahh she complimented me!’

Ayato however, was not as ecstatic. Sitting there with the most poker-faced face you had ever seen on a man, and effectively making you sit on the edge of your seat in suspense. The hard stare of the man alone was enough to get you nervous enough to break into a cold sweat, and you couldn’t help but chug down a glass of water in an attempt to calm yourself.

‘Wh-Why is he staring at me like that?!’ You swallowed a lump of saliva, feeling like you were being judged. ‘Did I do something wrong?’

‘Do something wrong. Come onnn..!’ Ayato frowned.

‘What a lovely dinner this has been.’ Thoma smiled.

‘I’m so gayyy…’ Ayaka blushed.

With all four of you amidst your own specially unique thoughts, Ayato decided that now was the perfect time to start phase one of the interview. As you seemed to be caught off guard and Ayaka was too distracted trying to fan herself from how hot you were.

“So, Miss Y/N…” Ayato hummed, quickly snagging your attention away from the food. “How did you meet my dear sister Ayaka?”

His younger sister suddenly choked on a piece of tofu and started hacking into a napkin in an attempt to stifle herself from Ayato’s words. Innocent they may seem, but the answer to that question was far from so. “M-Meet?” The tips of Ayaka’s ears turned red as she thought back to your very first meeting. “Oh…it was quite embarrassing…”

“Embarrassing…?” Ayato’s faux smile twitched as he glared at you from behind his masked eyelids. ‘You heathen. I knew you did something to my poor Ayaka. No one is that perfect.’

“Do you wish for me to share, Ayaka?” Your gentle words made the princess flush, “If you are not comfortable, that is completely alright. It shall stay a secret between us two.” You pressed a finger to your lips and smiled, causing the young Kamisato to flare up even more.

‘Archons, can this girl not be so charming?’ Ayato seethed. Thoma all the while, enjoying every second of this like a proud mother. ‘It’s almost impossible to hate her…’

“Y-You can share, Y/N. I don’t mind as long as it’s just Thoma and my brother.” Ayaka shyly peered down at her bowl of rice and failed to conceal the small smile growing upon her face. Shy as she was, she seemed to really enjoy how enthusiastic you were in sharing about your relationship, making her all the more excited to court you when the time comes. 

“If you say so,” you chuckled, lying your head on Ayaka’s shoulder and smiling affectionately at her as if you were already dating. “Ayaka and I met with a very…interesting inconvenience. You see, I was walking my dog along the streets of Inazuma, when Goldfish spotted Ayaka and decided to jump on her out of excitement.”

“Hold on, goldfish?” Thoma clarified.

“Hm? Oh! My dog’s name is Goldfish.” You confirmed. “I’ve always wanted a goldfish but my father got me a dog.”

‘…Well that’s odd. Usually it’s the other way around.’ Ayato couldn’t help but get a bit more curious about you now. In a more…good way, to be specific.

“Anywho, after Goldfish ran up to Ayaka and accidentally tackled her to the ground, that was when I first caught a glimpse of her and rushed to apologize profusely,” you turned to Ayaka apologetically and cringed. “I’m so sorry once again, Ayaka. Goldfish too.”

“Y/N, I’ve told you it’s alright,” Ayato watched as Ayaka giggled at your guilt-sunken eyes. “It just caught me by surprise, really.”

‘Even so, that doesn’t change the fact that you let your dog trample over my sister…’ Ayato grumbled. ‘She deserved a new dress.’

“You’re so sweet Ayaka…” you giggled, “Anyways, I made it up to her by ordering her a custom made, tailored dress that was made of the finest Sumerian silk and designed by the best seamstress in all of Fontaine. I made sure it was of the finest quality after the misfortune that I caused for Ayaka that day.”

After concluding that story, Ayato felt his jaw drop. Had you read his mind? A new dress? Sumeru silk? The best seamstress in all of Fontaine?! 

Ayaka fussed over how much mora you must’ve spent to apologize to her, yet all Ayato could think of was ‘damn, she spoils her well. I like her.’ Instantly winning his approval, and immediately putting you on the highest pedestal for the tower of Ayaka’s suitors.

“That must’ve been very expensive and generous of you, Miss Y/N,” and for once this whole dinner, Ayato let his mask slip and a genuine smile show through. “No wonder my sister wishes to court you. You seem like a lady of refined taste, haha…”

You, Thoma, and especially Ayaka all froze at Ayato’s nonchalant words. Her big brother chuckling to himself all too innocently as he hadn’t realized he had ruined the surprise.

“Uhm, Mister Ayato….” Thoma whispered, his ears burning red from second-hand embarrassment. “Miss Y/N and Lady Ayaka aren’t together yet…”

“Hm? Well of course they aren’t—“ and then his words caught up with him. “They aren’t…o-oh…”

��Did I hear him correctly?’ Your face started heating up at the thought. ‘Ayaka wishes to court me…?’

“Ayato…” Ayaka fumed, steam pouring from her ears as she saw your face grow redder and redder. “Ayato…”

Ayato had never seen Ayaka so embarrassed in all his life. Shaking like a leaf as she had never expected for her confession to turn out this way at all.

“Oh Ayaka…I’m so—“

“Hahsjdjdndnf—“

Then she passed out in embarrassment.

And that’s how Ayaka —or Ayato in this case— accidentally confessed to you and started a newfound relationship. After you made sure she was okay, of course.

NAGANOHARA YOIMIYA

“Big Sister Yoimiya…what’re you doing…?”

Yoimiya nearly leapt out of her skin at the sound of Klee’s voice, as she was hiding in a bush trying hard not to look overly suspicious. Too bad she failed however, as even a child as young as Klee could easily  spot Yoimiya from a distance. Though, she is a Favonius knight…

“I— I was— I wasn’t—!” Babbling on for an excuse, Klee took it upon herself to follow Yoimiya’s gaze and spotted you chatting idly not too far away. Tilting her head at the sight, as the situation out of context made it seem like Yoimiya was stalking you. Which, let’s be honest, she was doing unintentionally.

“Big Sister Yoimiya, were you stalking Miss Y/N?” The child asked innocently, cutting her rambling short.

“Huh? No! No no of course not!” Yoimiya sputtered out all too quickly. “I was just…well, trying to think of a way to court her. That’s all.”

Should she really be revealing all of this? Yoimiya bit her lip as a blush spread forth upon her face. I mean, Klee is only a child, there’s no way she could understand such an emotional topic. 

“…Court her? What’s that?” Klee asked nonchalantly.

“Ah…well,” The fireworks director scratched her head in thought. “It’s like…when someone really likes a person and wishes to be with them forever.”

“Huh? Oh! Like best friends! You want to be best friends with Y/N, right?”

No, far from that actually.

“Erm…not exactly,” Yoimiya giggled all too bashfully. “I just…Y’know…really like her is all. In a more romantic sense.”

“Like her…?” Suddenly Klee’s eyes lit up. “Oh! Ohhh! You like Y/N! You like Y/N!” She suddenly started jumping up and down in excitement and started gathering the attention of many passerbyers around, much to the embarrassment of Yoimiya.

“Yoimiya likes Y/N! Yoimiya likes Y/N!”

“K-Klee!” Yoimiya panicked and quickly clasped her hands over her mouth. “Not too loud now, I don’t want anyone to know!”

Nervously looking over to where you were standing, you shot her an awkward smile as you were too far away to really hear what Klee had said. Giving the fireworks director a lopsided grin whilst you continued to chat with your friend.

“Hehehe, she’s adorable isn't she?” Yoimiya grinned before hurrying off with the little sparknight between her arms. “Now if you’d please excuse me…”

And that was the last time you saw Yoimiya before she suddenly asked you out a few days later. Trying to make you forget the awkward encounter as soon as possible as she wanted to make a good impression on you if she wanted to court you properly. She wasn’t on a very good start to begin with, but you admired her determination to talk to you anyway.

“An afternoon stroll, hm?” You were curious as to what the fireworks director had in plan. “Sure, I don’t have any plans today anyway.”

‘Yes!’

“Great! I have lots to plan for us today so let’s get going!”

Truth be told, you’ve always found Yoimiya to be pretty cute in both looks and personality. However, as a high-ranking noblewoman who came from an esteemed high-order family, you had multiple suitors waiting in line for your hand. And for you to accept Yoimiya’s, she’d have to put in a bit more effort. 

This ‘date’ was pretty much a test of sorts for you to see whether or not Yoimiya was a perfect candidate to be your wife, and poor Yoimiya had no idea!

“I was thinking we could go feed some koi fish in the river. Then, we can go grab some dango and boba from the food stalls over there.”

“That sounds lovely, Yoimiya,” you smiled. Though the date itself seemed a bit simple for your tastes… “Looking forward to it.”

As simple as the idea was, Yoimiya’s smile was enough to get you to smile too. Gently pulling the wrist of your arm towards the river and settling beneath the shade of an overcast bridge. 

“I bought us enough packets to last an hour. You don’t have to use them up all at once, but I thought it’d be a great way to converse while mindlessly doing something.”

Pouring a shitton of fish food packets into your hands, you could only gawk at surprise as you counted twenty…no thirty— packets of fish food that Yoimiya had somehow stored in her pockets.

Pockets? Did her outfit even have any?!

“Goodness, Yoimiya!” You laughed as the packets of fish food spilled out from your hands. “How much Mora did you spend on this?”

“Let’s just say I went a bit overboard…” the pyro woman chuckled. “Here, I’ll open up a packet for you.”

Helping to tear open a few packets for you to share, you and Yoimiya sat at the edge of the river bank and began throwing little balls of compressed fish food into the water. Watching as the different sizes and colors of koi fish darted back and forth in order to fight each other for a speck of food. 

“Oh! There’s my favorite one!” Yoimiya pointed to a fish with a long, flowy tail. “I named it after you.”

“Me?”

“Mhm! Because it’s the prettiest one here!”

You felt an arrow pierce your heart at her words as she continued to innocently toss more food into the water. ‘Hm…perhaps she would be a good candidate for a suitor…’ you thought. She does know how to flatter…

“Do you come here to feed them often? It seems like they all are familiar with you.”

“Hah, I suppose,” Yoimiya smiled. “I come down sometimes when I have the time, and I guess they just got used to seeing me.”

Yoimiya pointed to a fish with a big scar. “That one’s Tanjiro. He’s the friendliest of them all and likes to get his head tapped.”

To demonstrate, Yoimiya tapped the surface of the water and watched as said fish swam up and nudged its forehead with her finger.

“Awww,” you cooed. “Did you give all of them names?”

“Some of the more distinct ones. Like this one!” She pointed to a fish that had a splotch of white in the shape of a lightning bolt. 

“That one’s Zenitsu. He’s very fast and agile.”

She then pointed to a fish that looked like it was fighting with Tanjiro, swimming left and right with enough strength to splash the surface. 

“That one is Inosuke. He’s the most aggressive fish.” 

And finally, she pointed to the smallest fish that seemed to follow Tanjiro around like a child. Blowing out little air bubbles out of its mouth as it watched Tanjiro fight with Inosuke.

“That one is Nezuko. I have a strong suspicion her and Tanjiro are close as they always follow each other in circles.” 

‘That’s so cute.’ You thought as you stared at Yoimiya with admiring, doe-like eyes. Both for the fish and Yoimiya as you had never expected for her to be this adorable. 

“Such interesting names…” you hummed, impressed with how creative she was, though not enough to win over your favor. ‘She seems like a good enough suitor…however, I need to see something that’ll really push her up on that pedestal—‘

The sudden shriek of something soaring into the air cut your thoughts short as both you and Yoimiya looked at each other in surprise.

“What is—“

Another shriek, followed by an explosion caused the two of you to look up into the sky. Bright, sparkly fireworks illuminating the daytime sky as Yoimiya flinched at the array.

“F-Fireworks?!” She exclaimed, amidst a growing panic as fireworks were not supposed to go off today for any sort of reason. “But that’s impossible! We don’t have any shows today—“

And what Yoimiya saw after that made her whole world shake.

A massive series of colorful explosions shot into the air all at once. Shrieking in what felt like mocking laughter to Yoimiya as the words, “YOIMIYA LIKES Y/N!!!” In bright, bold, sparkly letters shot up into the sky. Stunning the citizens of Inazuma, as you and Yoimiya watched in complete and utter awe.

Or horror for Yoimiya’s point of view. 

‘...Oh…OH MY ARCHONS–!’

Yoimiya’s eyes widened as she kept glancing at you, at the sky, and back at you in a frenzy while trying desperately to think of a solution to this disastrous outcome. 

Who in Inazuma would do this to her?!

“W-Wait! Before you freak out Y/N—”

And then a bigger, more louder explosion set fire to the sky. This time dominating the silly words with a boisterous, sound barrier-breaking, even flashier explosion that formed the all-too-familiar shape of Klee’s Dodoco. 

“Ah…” Yoimiya’s voice cracked as she watched the sheer size of the massive Dodoco overtake the sky. Intimidating everyone in Inazuma with its aura, and making it very well known that it was the Spark Knight of Favonius that caused such a stupor. 

‘I’m so screwed…’ Yoimiya groaned inwardly. Hiding her face in shame as she couldn’t dare peak through her fingers to see what kind of face you were making. But if only she knew, that the face you were making wasn’t of disgust or annoyance, but of joy and lovesick admiration. 

Oh archons...

You wanted to marry this woman.