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flowery conversations - xiao

summary; traveler meets an... interesting character..

genre; comedy, fluff, family fluff, xiao cannot handle you, platonic chaos, traveler can be either lumine or aether, dendro vision reader, zhongli is father i love him, mute! traveler canon <3, angst with traveler lol

[gender neutral reader]

word count; 643

a/n; i sort of just mushed these two requests together if that is okay, reader gender neutral in this

im so sorry that it's taken me so long to get to some more requests. i dont really have much of an excuse other than stress and depression lmao

anything traveler "says", they're just using sign <3

the traveler didn't know how they got in this situation nor did they want to know.

"hello traveler! i heard a lot about you!" you smile brightly at the honored traveler. "i heard you met my brother xiao!"

at that paimon exclaims, "xiao's your brother?!"

"yep! always has been! nothing changed since then! wouldn't say i miss the old times but zhongli was such a crazy father! it was a crazy time for everyone back then." you laughed heartily. "nice to meet you, traveler! were you looking for xiao?"

"yeah. we need to talk to him." they sign to you.

"hm? is that so? he doesn't really like talking to people. you must really be special after all!" you hummed, "let me lead the way then!" you started walking cheerily towards qingyun peak.

the traveler nods in acknowledgement, paimon floating around by their side while they notice the flowers blooming around a bit more brightly than usual. upon another look, they point the dendro vision on your waist. pointing it out, they earn a small smile from you, "yep! that's my vision. i wish i got a geo vision like morax but nonetheless i'm pretty thankful for this one! i can help xiao with it. but i can still kick ass too!" you laughed.

with an nice conversation between you and the two outlanders, you make it to the highest point in liyue. the beautiful view of all of liyue never fails to make you breathless (or maybe it was how high in the air was the reason for your breathlessness). "xiao! you have a visitor! it's me and traveler!" you wave your hand rapidly in excitement upon seeing your brother. you and traveler can hear xiao's heavy sigh before he turns to see you practically vibrating and ready to see xiao interacting with traveler.

it would be the few times you would see xiao willingly talk to someone that wasn't an adepti.

"what is it?" traveler soon explained a message they had gotten from zhongli, who was hoping to see you and xiao in just a few moments. traveler was thankful in knowing that xiao was here which would save themself some time as zhongli would be on his way to qingyun peak.

"dad is on his way here? can't wait to see him!" upon your excitement, anyone can see the spike of growth of plants around your feet. "also look at you xiao making a new friend! i'm so proud!" despite your words sounding so teasing, you meant it all. before xiao could reply with any sass or annoyance, you have your arms wrapped around him in a hug.

traveler can only watch with masked happiness and hidden pain. maybe one day they'll find their sibling.

pushing the thought away, they wave goodbye to you and xiao, you being the one to wave as xiao was stuck in your hold, arms bound to his sides.

bonus;

upon traveler leaving, zhongli had arrived not soon after, seeing the two of you watch the orange sky slowly turn dark.

"it's so pretty.."

"you say that everytime."

"because it's true! i like appreciating beauty!" a deep chuckle stops an upcoming argument. you gasp, quickly running over to zhongli and engulfing him in a hug, "dad! i missed you! xiao was bullying me!" you point at xiao, who merely stands there unimpressed with your accusation. zhongli hugs back, patting your head.

"i don't think that's quite the case there, dear. but shall i scold xiao for you?" he asked, amusement swimming in his eyes as your pleading ones meet them. you nodded before laughing.

"yes yes! you hear that xiao? dad is gonna scold you!" xiao can only sigh upon being teamed up by you and zhongli. the flowers bloomed a bit brighter as your laughter rings out in the night.

idol au xiao x reader

modern 5wirl au !

female reader implication, but mostly gender neutral pronouns

i can’t wait to put the ot5 tag on this one and watch the actual kpop stans ask who 5wirl is 🤭

[ cw // none ! maybe some smut-ish parts but mostly fluff ]

♪ “WAHHH XIAO OPPAR !!!” “XIAO I LOVE YOU” “XIAO MARRY ME” “5WIRL GAY ICONS 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈”

♪ is what xiao often hears pretty frequently from his many adoring (+ somewhat concerning) fans.

♪ he knows damn well none of those mfs have a chance LOL.

♪ 5wirl feels like that type of boy group that had a certain “flower boy” or “cutesy” concept at first but as they grew to be more popular, the stans started demanding them to take their clothes off because “their not children anymore.”

♪ god, I hate kpoppies. 😐 (p.s. I am a kpop stan)

♪ DEFINITELY had personalities created for each member based on visuals + popularity.

♪ xiao is definitely main dancer. argue w/ the wall. 🤨

♪ xiao was the “emo, tough, bully, tsundere guy” because of his piercing glare + handsome visuals.

♪ but he is actually the purest + sweetest person out of all the members !!!

♪ “ah, we should thank the staff for their hard work today… aether, we should go buy some food for them.” ✨

♪ ✨“do you think venti hyung would like this beverage?”✨

♪ “you want me to do aegyo? uhhh, the company said not to— I MEAN ! I-I’m not exactly good at that type of thing…”✨

♪ and oh BOY, did the stans eat that shit up.

♪ and thats how you ended up dating xiao for 2 years until your relationship was EXPOSED by DISPATCH 🤬🤬🤬

♪ that was a very smooth transition shut up.

♪ FR THOUGH LEAVE THE IDOL BITCHES ALONE DISPATCH 🤬🤬

♪ let me start from the beginning:

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idol au xiao x reader pt. 2

here’s a link to pt. 1!

here’s a link to pt. 3! (COMING SOON)

modern idol au!

female implication, but can be gender neutral

more into the relationship aspect 🤭

[ cw// none ! ]

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♪ dispatch really did not let that night go dude.

♪ and from then on, they kept a close eye on you two. 😰

♪ the dating rumors only multiplied when you + xiao performed at the award show.

♪ did your company care?

♪ no, actually, they encouraged it.

♪ so… since there was no dating ban… you two decided to try out this whole dating thing!

♪ the kamisato siblings were the first to know of your relationship + frankly, they shipped it too.

♪ they were glad for the most part, because if had been a member from another company, that would be a whole different story. 😰 (its giving jennie + kai)

♪ the only thing they requested was for both of you to at least try and make your relationship a secret from the public.

♪ they knew dispatch was already constantly following you, so they did everything in their power to protect you + xiao. <3

♪ plus, it brought in a lot of popularity to your respective groups which brought in the money for the company.

♪ bag alert, major bag alert, BAG!

♪ let’s see what dating idol xiao includes:

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♪ first things first though, I would like to announce the official line up of LUN4R: the members consist of lumine, hu tao, mona + you! why? idk! space girl concept! its giving loona! stan loona! the members will start to play a big part of the story from now on.

♪ back to our regularly scheduled program:

♪ flirting in the practice room!

♪ you get to see his real self + not the fake emo boy persona that the company made for him.

♪ he’s so sweet + so absolutely loyal to you it’s so adorable.

♪ often finds excuses to spend time w/ you.

♪ “(y/n)… can you help me with this move please?” 🥺

♪ even thought he knows damn well how the choreography goes.

♪ loves watching you dance.

♪ he looks like he’s going to murder you, but he just really likes the way you move to the beat + the way your eyes light up whenever you get a difficult dance move down.

♪ he also watches intently to see if he himself can pick up a move that your struggling w/ so he can smoothly come up to you and show you how to do it.

♪ “no, it’s like this” he says as he slows down his movements.

♪ he sees your still struggling and he goes over to you.

♪ “mmm.. here,” he places his hands carefully on your hips + he gently guides them in the directions they’re supposed to go.

♪ “ohhh… wait, that’s actually pretty easy! thank you my love :DD”.

♪ ABSOLUTELY FLUSTERS when you call him cute nicknames.

♪ ‘my love? I like that… I’m (y/n)’s love… I’ll keep in mind to call them something sweet later’ constantly plays in his head throughout the day.

♪ LATE NIGHT ESCAPADES.

♪ you stay extra hours after 5wirl finishes their practice just to wait for xiao so he can take you to the chicken restaurant or the grocery store down the street.

♪ (the only downside is the constant stans + paparazzi + FUCKING DISPATCH watching you.)

♪ speaking of, xiao is DEFINITELY the type to protect you from stalkers + saesangs.

♪ he just has these animal-like instincts that just sense people w/ ill intentions, + he would do anything to get you out of there safely, even at the cost of his own career + pride.

♪ he hits the saesang or dispatch reporter w/ a death glare, but smiles his sweetest smile to you, “love… we should get home… its getting late and you have a music video shooting tomorrow.”

♪ “awh mane… but I wanted to go get that plushie for hu tao!” you pouted.

♪ it took all his will to not give in, eventually you both went home after he convinced you that he would buy it for you to give to hu tao tomorrow.

♪ your respective members tease you both so much.

♪ “WE CALLED IT!” venti yelled when he found out about your relationship + high-fived heizou.

♪ aether sighed as he slid $50 to the two of them.

♪ kazuha patted xiao on the back, “to be very frank, I did not think you would pull it off.” he gave an lopsided smile as he put in his $50 to the small pile of money that had accumulated.

♪ xiao sat there w/ a confused yet serious look on his face, “you guys bet on whether or not (y/n) and I would date?”

♪ “yup. sorry man, but you guys were kinda obvious about your little crushes on each other.” aether shrugged.

♪ “call lumine and mona, I need to collect my winnings >:)” heizou flexed while throwing the two dollar bills in the air.

♪ suddenly the door to the boys’ dorms had burst open.

♪ “BWAHAHA AETHER!!! KAZUHA!!! 50$ NOW!!!”

♪ oh god, its hu tao.

♪ “sorry for the intrusion!” lumine bowed apologetically while entering followed by mona + you.

♪ mona had looked like she saw a ghost, + it wasn’t hu tao this time.

♪ “this is the last of my earnings… oh lord, barbatos… let our repackaged album sell well please…” she cried as she handed ten 10$ bills to venti + heizou respectively.

♪ venti smirked at mona’s pleas + EVEN LAUGHED AT HER 😀.

♪ throughout the chaos you managed to find your way to xiao, who had retreated to his shared room w/ aether.

♪ “alatus?” you knocked on the door + came in.

♪ you saw him sitting on his bed staring off into space. he stood up + came over to you to give you a big, tight, + comforting hug.

♪ “I can’t believe they placed bets on our relationship. their absurd.”

♪ you sighed. you didn’t exactly think it was big deal, just some friends having fun, but knowing xiao, your relationship means everything to him.

♪ and if anyone could calm him down from his overthinking, it was you.

♪ “I’m sure they meant no harm, love” you took his hand + lead him over to his bed, sitting him down while you placed yourself on his lap, straddling him so he faced you, “if anything, they’re happy for us.”

♪ you stroked his hair thoughtfully + smiled.

♪ he couldn’t help but return the gesture, a faint smile grew on his face as your hands went through his hair.

♪ he interlocked your free hand in his, feeling how smooth it was, how small it was compared to yours, + how it just fit so perfectly in his.

♪ he looked away, flustered.

♪ he loves your touch so much.

♪ “I know… but still…” he drifted off as he felt you cup his face gently to face you once again.

♪ he suddenly pouted, “kazuha had zero faith in me! see if I’ll ever do his laundry ever again.”

♪ you laughed at his silly antics. as he continued to ramble, you admired him + his features.

♪ his golden eyes glowed even in the room, his skin is silky smooth, his hair soft even w/ hair dye in it, the way his face makes various expressions while he talks about his members, all while his own beautiful hands lay gently on your waist.

♪ this is a side of xiao only you can see.

♪ he’s beautiful. I can’t believe he’s mine. god, I wanna kiss him. 😩 you thought.

♪ you couldn’t take it any longer.

♪ “— and you know what venti said? he said I was a pussy! at least I can actually get puss— mph!”

♪ right in the middle of his long winded rant, you kissed him, not to shut him up, but because he just looked so precious + ethereal that you couldn’t resist.

♪ slightly confused + flustered, xiao kissed back.

♪ it was a delicate kiss, one full of smiles + as sweet as sugar. it made you have butterflies in your stomach. it was full of love.

♪ you parted for air, but xiao followed your lips just a bit. he wanted more, but he restrained himself.

♪ his arm went up to cover his mouth + he looked away, absolutely red in the face, yet you could still tell he was smiling + giddy from the kiss, “what was that for … ?”

♪ “I love you.”

♪ his eyes widened. he suddenly placed his hands on your waist once again, + pulled you closer.

♪ once again, he kissed you.

♪ a hand in your hair, gently stroking your locks. an arm around your waist pushing you even closer to him. he couldn’t hold back a smile against your precious lips.

♪ you knew.

♪ the kiss was his way of saying “I love you too.”

♪ *click* *camera flash*

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woo !! super fluffy ending !!

or is it…?

also i wanted to say thank u guys for the support for ur support on the first one ! it gave me hella motivation to write a second part :))

i think ill make a part 3 + move on to write something else so stay tuned for that

i can’t guarantee that itll still be for the idol au, but itll probably still be genshin related LOL

anyways 5wirl ring ding dong cover when ?:&:!&

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Genre: Harry Potter!AU + Fluff + Angst + Enemies to Lovers

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Premise: Choi Yeonjun has been a thorn in your side ever since the two of you were sorted into Slytherin together at Hogwarts. Now in your seventh year, you realize that your annoying housemate might not be your “enemy” after all. 

A/N: This has been a WIP sitting in my brain and my drafts for months, and I am so excited it is finally here! S/o to @delacyrose224 for not only encouraging me to become MOA, but for encouraging me to write this companion piece to Loser = Lover. I hope y’all enjoy my first TXT story! - E ✨

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You needed to brew this potion perfectly to appease your potions professor. He was loathe to give you back the house points you had lost earlier in the day, but he promised to consider it if you could manage to recreate the potion from today’s lesson perfectly.

It wasn’t even your fault—Yeonjun had been arguing with you about what ingredients to use, butting in where he wasn’t wanted, as per usual. He had reached around you to grab the grubworms, knocking your cauldron off balance over the flame. It teetered over the table, dropping to the ground, its contents splashing onto your black robes, burning the ends. The smell of scorched fabric had wafted up to your nose as you glared at your housemate, now standing with a sheepish but amused look on his face. He was trying not to laugh at your expression.

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yours truly,

yours truly, (part one). / sincerely, (part two).

premise: as a friend of the most attractive students in school, you're more than used to acting as the middleman between them and the people vying for their affection, often tasked with delivering presents or handing out their love letters. however, when you chance upon a small bouquet of flowers on your desk without a note indicating the sender or who you're meant to give it to, you start to wonder if this one's supposed to be yours.

includes: childe, xiao, diluc, kazuha, albedo, thoma & gorou !

a/n: hahaha why is this so long... anyways this is a college au + reverse harem of some sorts. enjoy. i really don't want this one to flop so likes and reblogs are appreciated thx

“Do you think it's a prank?”

“Why is that the first thing that pops into your mind?” Keqing sighs as she fixes her makeup in front of a compact mirror, smacking her lips to spread the color evenly. “You're really cute, [Name]. why wouldn't someone like you by now?”

Your face burns at the offhand comment. “You're only saying that because we're friends.”

Ayaka giggles, twirling a lock of your hair with her finger. “Of course not. You're very adorable! If anything, it'd be more surprising if nobody likes you.”

“Who do you think it's from, though?” Ganyu quietly asks from beside you, observing the handful of carnations laying on your desk. Scanning the students currently present in the room, she thoughtfully adds, “maybe someone on the shyer side since they couldn't give it to you directly?”

“Or someone who did it to be romantic,” Kokomi suggests, scrutinizing the flowers with keen eyes. “That's quite nice of them.”

You hummed in contemplation, trying to figure out who placed it on your table. “Are you sure it's not a prank... or a mistake? You all sit beside me, so maybe they mistook my seat for yours-”

“You're the only one who faithfully sits there, [Name]. We don't even have assigned seats so most of us sits wherever,” Keqing clarifies, staring at you with a disapproving look. “Don't deny it. You know it's yours.”

“But I can't think of anyone who would like me!” you exclaim in defeat. “I am curious about who gave it, though... I should try to find out who it is...”

“More importantly...” Ganyu smiles at you, noticing the blush dusting your cheeks. “Who do you want it to be?”

childe:

in all honesty, he's your first guess.

not because you think he likes you or anything! he's just a huge flirt.

at the beginning of the school year, you hardly got along. you know he's a friendly guy, but it's in the way that... intimidated you. he's part of the “mood maker” clique, attracting attention wherever he goes, and you're not sure if you could handle his energy...

you preferred to stay away from the spotlight though that's a bit hypocritical considering you're friends with the prettiest group of girls in your year, and he relished in it. you didn't know if you could get along.

you didn't become friends until you were assigned partners for a project that meant a lot for your grade, and you vowed to yourself if you couldn't be close to him, you should at least be close enough to work together without trouble.

in the end, you surprisingly hit it off, childe easing the awkward air between you with jokes and random stories to tell about his weird friends. your friendship didn't end when the project did, and you continued to hang out outside of school. you're sure he didn't approach you to get closer to your friends, either; though you had some doubts at first, he was nothing alike with the jerks who tried to use you.

you're no stranger to the pranks he pulled, nor were you unaware of his flirty nature; he occasionally entertained the lot who fancied him when he attended drinking parties. so it made perfect sense if it was childe who gave those flowers, along with the gifts that followed after. it would just be him messing around again, right? oh, definitely! it wouldn't be the first time he spent his money in reckless abandon, bragging that he has the cash to spare for it.

but unexpectedly when you bring up the topic, his expression darkens, showing no sign of joking around. he looks a little shocked, too, to know someone was pursuing you.

“it's not from me,” he admits, gently taking your hand. “but it's true that i like you.”

xiao:

xiao is one of the people you deliver presents to lol

due to his intimidating disposition (and the endless amount of nasty rumors swirling about him, thanks to said intimidating disposition), hardly anybody would dare to approach him, daunted by the perpetual scowl etched on his face. he remains as eye candy, but an entity no one could reach.

you avoided him at first, too. his face is admirable, you can say that much, but you've become somewhat desensitized from having been surrounded by pretty faces 24/7 so you can't really say it's anything new... and yes, you are scared of him to a certain degree. you could never guess what he's thinking.

you weren't sure if he's as scary as people make him out to be though, since people tend to exaggerate gossip for the sake of shock value. he once defended a middle schooler from high school delinquents (through persuasion and not with fists), but the story somehow twisted into another tale entirely detailing how xiao had brutally wiped the floor with their faces and painted the concrete floor with blood...

but as intimidating as he might seem, you don't think he's that kind of character. if you overlook his piercing glare and sharp tongue, he's quite decent.

... you thought that way until you caught him tailing you on your way home.

he crept up behind you, maintaining a natural distance, but after numerous twists and turns in hopes of leading him away, he had yet to cease heading towards your direction. you wouldn't be so suspicious if you hadn't purposely gone in circles around town, leading back to where you came from — which meant he didn't have a particular destination in mind, and fully intended on being hot on your tail.

tired of having bated breath waiting for his next move, you gathered all your courage and confronted him directly, cornering him to the nearest wall to assert dominance. xiao seemed startled by your forwardness, and you took his moment of vulnerability as an opportunity to interrogate him.

unexpectedly, he sheepishly confesses, “i'm not a stalker, i got worried since you're going home this late. haven't you heard about the crime rate these days...”

from there on, you suppose you could say you understood him better. though he's snappy and stern, he's not that terrifying, even sweet at times. when you become proper friends (and you stop suspecting him as your stalker), he saves you a seat next to him, or brings you coffee that you like when he notices you're sleepy in class.

it wasn't long until everybody came to know you were friends and a girl finally — you guessed it — asked you to send a love letter to xiao in her stead.

when you gave it to xiao, he was unusually flustered, flushed pink to the tips of his ears. his expression falls flat once you tell him it's from someone else, badly containing the disappointment to show on his face.

nevertheless, you continue to be friends, and xiao has learned not to expect much from you.

he's the earliest to arrive in class, so you ask him if he'd seen the person who gave you flowers. with a cold, hard look, he says no.

he's acting kind of weird, isn't he...

diluc:

the barista in the coffee shop near your university that has to put up with so much bullshit flirting everyday.

he has to reject people in a roundabout way, and you know he hates it, but of course he has to provide great customer service if he still wants customers right... directly breaking their hearts would only make problems.

but he takes no shit from rude customers.

no, you weren't one of them. in fact, diluc quite liked you a bit. first of all, you don't have any romantic interest for the staff, you genuinely enjoy his drinks (he knows because your face is like an open book), and you mind your own business. he tolerates you enough that he can make small talk with you and it doesn't upset him in the slightest.

so it really ticked him off when some idiot was bothering you in the cafe, starting an argument over a trivial matter that shouldn't be fussed over.

in normal circumstances, diluc would've done the usual protocol — reason with the angry customer, offer free products, and let them leave the premises peacefully. but the moment he saw the man grab your shoulders and you winced in pain as a result, he didn't even have to think of what to do next.

cold coffee rained down on the ill-mannered man's head, evoking a surprised scream out of him. his fingers left your body in favor of patting away the sticky liquid from his clothes, and you stared blankly at the seething figure behind him.

“your order,” diluc announced, his voice tinted with rage. then he pretended to remember something, looking at the empty cup in his hand. “oh, i apologize. you ordered it hot, didn't you?” he forced a smile on his face. “would you like me to brew another one for you?”

the man erupted to a new screaming fit, but he was promptly dragged aside. diluc immediately questioned if you were hurt anywhere, his voice a total 180 from before and turning into a soft tone you nearly didn't recognize.

“that stunt you pulled...” you nervously said. “will you be okay...? won't you get, er, dismissed because of it?”

“...you don't know i own this place?”

“???”

in any case, you've become good friends ever since that incident. so when your secret admirer gives you your customized drink from diluc's shop (that even xiao doesn't know the recipe of!), you ask him if there's a customer who ordered your exact drink that morning.

strangely enough, he changes the subject.

“he only gave you coffee?” diluc wrinkles his nose. “he's not fit for you.”

he proceeds to shove you a plate of pancakes for breakfast and won't let you talk about that topic again.

kazuha:

the soft-spoken boy working part-time as a florist. as one would expect, his good-looking features attracted customers left and right, just like how a flower allures bees with its colorful petals and sweet nectar.

he studies in a different university from you, but it's relatively close by and you run into each other a lot. you could say you're pretty good friends; you exchanged contact information and text every other day, phone each other up to have a meal together whenever you're both free, and hang out over the weekend.

he stirred up some drama with you once. on a rainy day, he invited you to eat lunch together, but you've forgotten to take an umbrella before leaving for school so you told him you'd be a little late 'cause you had to run to the convenience store first. however, he told you not to worry about it and abruptly ended the call.

fast forward to the afternoon: the glass doors to leave the corridors had a few people lurking by, covering what was beyond. you cocked up an eyebrow in question, confused over what was all the fuss, but then you see that familiar pale hair streaked with bright red.

kazuha stood innocently by the school gates, a crimson umbrella in hand, and a small bouquet in the other. he checked his wristwatch every few minutes, seeming to be waiting for someone. he completely ignored the gawking stares pinned on his frame, busying himself by humming a quiet tune.

you hesitantly pushed open the doors, approaching him with wary steps. he immediately perked up once noticing you, beaming brightly to greet you with enthusiasm. he offered you the bouquet, telling you it's nothing more than a small gift the owner had let him craft for free (who mistakenly thought kazuha had a lover, since he was always on his phone texting someone).

you might have known the reasons behind the present, but nobody else did. and what general implications could gifting a bouquet of flowers have?

thus, the school's online forum exploded with questions, asking for the identity of the pretty boy standing by their university, and the lucky person he'd given flowers to.

needless to say it was hard to convince your friends that no, he isn't your boyfriend.

but that was another issue! the issue NOW is the other bouquet you received, much more recent in nature. after suspecting childe, your next thought was to ask kazuha if he had any buyers who purchased the same flowers you had.

his lips twitch for a moment, faintly looking displeased. but he flashes a flawless, award-winning customer service smile, covering his initial expression easily.

“no such customer ordered for those flowers that day. but i am curious about this matter... could you humor me and explain more in detail, by any chance?”

albedo:

the med student fawned over by students and teachers alike. he's simply brilliant, idolized by the entire student body. though he's mainly studying science, he's been praised for his art as well, his paintings hung in the art room proudly.

you're not very familiar with him, only knowing him through hearsay. you don't know what he looks like, so you've never confirmed for yourself if he's as beautiful everyone says he is.

he's well-known but you haven't heard anything bad about him, which is an impressive feat. his name is only ever mentioned in concert with endless compliments.

you meet him by chance in exam season. unsurprisingly, the library is filled to the brim, tables stacked high with books and each chair occupied by agitated students sipping energy drinks and coffee to stay functional. amidst all the chaos, one student remains radiant and carefree, leisurely flicking pages through his notes. he's situated by a corner table, unbothered by the mindless zombies despite having plenty of free seats beside him and everyone else is squished together like canned tuna.

and you, carrying binders, books and stationery, are visibly desperate for a place to rest. his eyes leave the words in his notes briefly, beckoning you to come closer. and you, still unaware of his identity, gladly plop on a chair and heave your heavy supplies atop the table. it shakes for a moment as it bears the new weight, rattling his items, and the zombies gape at you in question. ironically, the person you've been bothering is not offended at all.

you sneak glances at him when you need to freshen your eyes from studying, nauseated by the letters that never seem to come to an end no matter how many paragraphs you've read. you're at awe by his fair skin, not a single blemish in sight, and he doesn't even have dark circles under his eyes. truly mysterious. either he has a magical skincare routine or he's not human. if anything, you'd think he just came from a relaxing vacation, not in the middle of hell week.

you snap out of your trance, and you scold yourself for being bewitched. you have more pressing concerns, and so you grill more information into your brain, oblivious to the turquoise eyes that begin to stare at you.

the next encounter comes when exams are finally over, and you celebrate by buying the pricey food set in the cafeteria. the crunch of golden breading is rewarding for your taste buds and you shovel more food towards your mouth, minding your own business.

the seat next to you is pulled back, and you pause from chewing. it's that guy again, his refined beauty easy for you to recognize. he places his tray on the table, smiling amiably as he asks if it's fine with you should he sit there. you nod, but there's plenty of vacant tables around. it's also pretty weird that he sat next to you, not across...

well, strange as it is, that's how you befriend albedo. you've yet to learn why he came on so strong, almost aggressive. like he really wanted to talk to you. but whatever.

the more you learn about him, the more his image of “golden boy” withers away. picture of elegance? the standard of sophistication? sure. but this guy doesn't hesitate to do the weirdest shit sometimes.

he doesn't fear anything. he puts anything edible in his mouth. one school trip to the countryside taught you a few things. if he's offered fried bugs, he'll eat it. if he's given frog legs, he'll eat it. he doesn't care. he'll eat seemingly anything. because of this, you worry his admirers will put something strange in the food they give him, but that possibility doesn't cross his mind at all. (well. not that he eats it. he rejects gifts most of the time. exceptions are when they come from you.)

you're starting to think he really doesn't fear anything. when you start to scream in fright like a headless chicken while watching a horror movie, he calmly studies the anatomy of whatever horrifying creature is on screen, questioning their ability to walk when half of their body is split apart. why is he questioning horror movie logic. “ghosts are supposed to be transparent and can pass through walls, how come she can grab the main character's hair and drag him to the incinerator?” “albedo, please.” (he comforts you when you get scared, hiding your face in his shoulder as he wraps his arms around you. he softly whispers in your ear to tell you when the scary parts are over.)

he's also an overprotective older brother. for good reason, actually. his little sister, albeit cute and outwardly harmless, is an explosive child who likes to make trouble. if he takes his eyes off her for more than two minutes, she will undoubtedly set fire to his little garden.

she's the reason why he's so observant. he can tell you trimmed your hair because he's all too used to klee chopping off her own hair with craft scissors. he also notices when you feel a bit under the weather. klee is the type to hide her sickness so she could play outside, and albedo would often have to forcibly tuck her back to bed. you're no different. he will, quite literally, drag you to your house and make you rest.

but aside from being a pain in the ass, his observation skills can help you — surely albedo can make a few guesses for your secret admirer's identity?

albedo blinks at you, uncharacteristically silent. he purses his lips, and gives you a small smile. he asks a few unassuming questions, things like what traces your secret left behind, or if they'd sent a love letter and he'd check the penmanship to see if he found it familiar.

he's not the most eager to help, you know that, but you're still slightly disappointed when he says, “sorry, i can't help you with something like that. it'd be better if you figured it out yourself.”

thoma:

the cute neighbor living in the apartment next door. just like kazuha, he studies in a different university, but you run into each other a lot because... well. obviously.

you find him rather silly. he'd signed the lease not knowing pets weren't allowed in the premises, and tearfully waved taroumaru goodbye when he moved in. to cope, he started staying at the park near the apartment building, playing with the dogs there and getting hit on by their owners in the process, but let's not talk about that.

despite being a newcomer, he fit right in with the tenants. he made effort to learn everyone's names and chatted with them whenever presented a chance, thus winning their favor. it isn't a strange sight to see him with middle-aged ladies and looking at home, listening earnestly to their complaints about their husbands or rowdy children. (his hard work pays off when they give him their special recipes and inform him of supermarket deals lol)

he seems to get along well with old men too, invited to their drinking parties. except thoma isn't good at rejecting alcohol from older adults, so when you save him from such situation — pulling him away from the old men prying into his love life, because surely a good kid like him would have someone to love him dearly — he's become eternally grateful.

he's honestly too good for his own good.

exhibit a: thoma is prone to cooking too much food for one person to eat in one sitting, so he tends to invite you to eat his hotpot with him or bring you packaged food you can easily pop into a microwave. after your one act of goodwill, he's become strangely attached to you, pronouncing you best buds. he then admits he used to live with a larger group of people (hence his cooking habits), and he's thankful for your company. (you'd argue you're getting the better end of the deal, receiving free food like this)

exhibit b: he's always available to help you in your troubles. need a hand with heavy groceries? he's on his way! ran out of soy sauce? just wait a bit, he's gonna grab some from the cupboard! forgot your key inside your apartment? then stay at his place for the meantime before the locksmith comes! your shower isn't working well?... he promises he won't peek in the bathroom, so feel free to take a bath h a h a h a. need someone's opinion on what outfit to wear for a date? sure, he's- wait.

YOU'RE GOING ON A DATE?

his face twists weirdly as you showcase two different shirts, asking which one he likes better. you raise an eyebrow when he doesn't dare to utter a single word. “are they both bad?”

he blinks rapidly, then shakes his head laughing. he half-heartedly points to the shirt in your left hand, but you can tell he doesn't really think much of it. he excuses himself fairly quickly, saying he had chores to do, and scurried back to his own home.

(you were only going to a date with ayaka's older brother because she insisted you both needed a love life, but it's not like you actually feel anything for him.)

it doesn't end there. thoma acts weird sometimes. he's strangely cold when he sees you inviting kazuha to your apartment to hang out. he also stiffens when he spots xiao walking you home.

but by far, he acted the weirdest when your phone number called him, but when he answered, he heard a different voice respond.

it's childe, whom you went drinking with. he doesn't know where you live, and you're not nearly sober enough to return home on your own, and it's not like you'll agree to staying over childe's house. you also refuse telling him your address, so childe is left with no choices but to call for someone he knows.

he uses your fingerprint to unlock the password in your phone, heading straight for your contact list, and dialed thoma.

it doesn't take long for thoma to arrive where you are, panting after running for a while, and childe is almost impressed. thoma hoists you up and you obediently wrap your arms around him.

“sorry for the trouble. [name]'s dead drunk as you can see,” childe comments, chuckling to himself. thoma doesn't look amused and replies with, “it's no trouble at all. i'd be glad to help [name] anytime.”

then in a way that almost seems possessive, thoma leaves childe behind.

so now when you arrive home, bouquet in your arms, red dusting your features, thoma is displeased once more.

(yet he is envious of those who can freely profess their affections, because he's certain if he were to ever admit his feelings to you, things can never be the same.)

gorou:

you first suspected childe because you thought the bouquet of flowers was a joke, but if it wasn't and it was real with the intentions of sweeping you off your feet...

then you might have another suspect in mind.

gorou is... a funny guy. can you put it like that? you don't know what to think of him. he's nice, you already know that very well, kokomi's good friends with him and told you a few stories about him, all of which are sweet and amusing. your first impression of him was that of a pure-hearted boy that can do no wrong.

he's younger than you by a year, and kokomi was fairly excited when she first told you he would be attending the same university soon. she promised to introduce you to him in hopes you'd be friends as well.

and okay, you could get behind that. there's nothing wrong with meeting new people. gorou sounded like a great guy too, and it'd be nice to take care of someone younger. you've been coddled by your seniors the past year as a freshman, and you thought it would only be right if you did the same to the new batch of students.

so you attended the welcoming party kokomi dragged you into. it was just a small gathering to get the freshmen familiarize themselves with older students, and she told you you'd get to meet gorou there, her eyes carefully scanning the crowd in pursuit of a specific face.

just as you were reminiscing over the past where your sadistic seniors encouraged you to drink a lot in the last welcoming party, shuddering in fright, kokomi tapped your shoulder and gestured to the brown haired boy standing before you.

it must be him. per courtesy, your lips curled into a practiced smile, exuding an amicable air. kokomi briefly exchanged a few words with him, but it looked like she was doing all the talking, the male frozen in spot as if he'd seen something strange.

he stared at you blankly, eyes slightly widened, and you slowly became unnerved with his vacant gaze, your smile faltering. you made eye contact with kokomi, silently questioning her, but she gave a subtle shrug of her shoulders, also confused by his behavior.

then, completely out of everyone's expectations, he'd dropped to the floor.

gorou had knelt on the ground with one steady knee, solemn in his endeavors. in an instant, your hand was seized, fingers enclosed in his warm palm. his piercing stare was impassioned, sincere at its core. heat shot up to the tips of your ears.

“marry me!”

his voice resounded in the entire room, earning unwanted attention. the chatter halted immediately, all eyes dedicated to the spectacle that was the both of you, and your mind began to spin, cold sweat dripping down your forehead.

your voice was caught in your throat, not knowing what to say, and all you could formulate was a garbled string of incoherent mess. undeterred, the grasp on your hand was unrelenting, gorou committed through this act until the very end.

everyone was thinking the same thing: we haven't even started drinking yet, but this little guy is drunk already??

shameless. crazy. a head with loose screws. you're probably the only one who'd describe gorou that way.

but what kind of sane man would say that upon first meeting???

kokomi quickly tried to mediate the situation for him, pulling him away and patting his back to knock him out of his dazed stupor, and pushed you to the farthest corner.

she vouched for him when she saw your puzzled expression, thinking of him as a weirdo, and she insisted he's normally not that odd. she swears he was never interested in dating before, and she isn't sure what changed for him to... propose... all of a sudden... to you, who he'd barely seen for ten seconds, no less.

naturally, it feels strange for you to see him. after that disastrous encounter, gorou — who did feel embarrassment for what he did, horrified at his own impulsiveness — tried to make amends, backtracking steps (he skipped way too many and immediately went to propose lol) and treating you normally like a friend of a friend, slowly trying to make the atmosphere between you casual instead of a freezing blizzard that kills off the amicable mood.

in spite of all that, however, you do feel as if his feelings are actually genuine. he can be clumsy, and incredibly so, you don't know who else could propose to another person within a span of a minute meeting them for the first time, but he means well! you started off on the wrong foot, and maybe this bouquet of flowers is him trying to curry your favor... or something...

yet all he gives is a disbelieving look, and that's enough to provide a clear answer: it's not from him, and he's upset.

it,, probably wasn't a good idea to ask someone who likes you about another person who likes you.

but if it isn't him, who else could it be?!

drop your guesses in the comments but im pretty sure it's already obvious lol