Al-haitham Getting An Oscar For His Performance

drunk

Their reaction to you kissing them for the first time.

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Reader: Fem!!!

Pairing: Tengen + 3 wives, Rengoku, Giyuu, Mitsuri, and Shinobu

Type: Fluff

Request: Open!

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Mitsuri

You were leaving the butterfly mansion as a fellow demon slayer after a mission because you had gotten injured a little bit. And by a little bit I mean your arm was almost cut off.

“Oh hi!” A voice startled you from behind you as you turned around to see the love hashira Mitsuri standing infront of you. To say you admired her was an understatement, since the first time you saw her you instantly fell in love.

She walked closer to you trying to examine your arm but as she was doing that your heart was racing a million miles per minute. You never realized that she was speaking to you until she grabbed your face forcefully to look at her.

She was so much taller than you and the way she was looking at you right now made your knees want to buckle. Something took over you and before the both of you could process what happened you had already pulled her hands down from your face and placed your lips onto hers.

She oddly tasted like strawberries which you enjoyed but pulled away because the embarrassment of the situation was setting in. You instantly covered your face as well as she did.

“I’m so sorry lady Mitsuri. I don’t know what came over me.” You apologized bowing a bit but she stopped you and gave you a bright smile. “I liked it Y/n..” she said and you started blushing even harder.

She knew your name….

Rengoku

You and Rengoku were great friends, bestfriends even. Seeing as both of you were hashira and had outgoing personalities was a major factor in your relationship.

After a mission the both of you went on, you both decided to go out for drinks which took a turn for the worst? “I really could’ve done better…” you spoke hoping no one heard but Rengoku most definitely did.

“You did your best that’s all that matters.” He said patting you on your back, you rolled your eyes and started drinking some more. Rengoku was starting to get worried because he knew you’d regret waking up with a headache in the morning.

He grabbed the cup from you and helped you stand up, because you had met him at the pub before him you had change out of your normal uniform into a short dress. His face started to fume with red all over his face, he ignored it and kept walking you back down the path to your cottage.

After arriving and getting you comfortable on your futon he was getting ready to leave but was stopped by you holding onto his hand. “Can I tell you a-somethinnn” he leaned down closer to you as your were pulling him so that he could hear.

Instead of whispering in his ear you used your free hand to turn his face to kiss you. He instantly pulled back blushing while you drunkenly stared at him. “I’ve had feelings for you for some time now but your just too dumb to notice me.” You said before completely passing out.

You jumped up from your sleep realizing you had a meeting at the head masters mansion. You hurriedly put your uniform on and on the way to the mansion memories of last night flood through your head.

You covered your mouth while still running down the path, how could you do something so stupid. You finally arrived in a sweaty and panting mess seeing the meeting already started. Bending down next to Giyuu you spoke softly, “I apologize for my tardiness.”

The head master replied just as soft as you spoke, “Your fine my child.” I sigh of relief left your mouth as you continued to gaze at the ground. All of the hashira kept giving you weird glances throughout the meeting.

Your hair was loose, your uniform had many things out of place and you were quiet. The moment the meeting ended you were quick to leave before anyone could speak to you, you were already halfway back to your cottage when someone appeared infront of you.

“Why’d you leave so fast?” Rengoku spoke. You couldn’t face him, guilt was eating up at you like a mouse eating cheese. “Kyojuro, I’m sorry for last night.” “Why? I liked it. I’ve been meaning to talk to you all day.” You finally looked back up at him just to see him giving you his signature big and bright smile.

Tengen

It had been a month since you became Tengens fourth wife and to say you were shy and nervous was an understatement. Tengen was a Hashira and a Shinobu and so we’re his other three wives, you were just someone from the streets.

On this particular day all four of your companions had left to go on missions leaving you alone in your home. You were currently cleaning and you heard the door open. Turning to face the door you were met with Maki standing there taking her shoes off.

“Hi Y/n.” She spoke softly looking really tired, she walked over to you and collapsed in your arms. Her head was laying on your chest thankfully so you could hide the blush appearing on your face.

“Maki-sama…” she looked up at you and straightened herself before pinching your cheeks like a baby and peppering kisses on your face. The last kiss she gave you was on the lips leaving you looking like a red tomato.

“NOT FAIR MAKI! I WANTED TO KISS HER FIRST!” Sums yelled from behind the both of you, Hina giggled from beside a jealous Suma while walking up to you and also placing a chaste kiss on your lips. Your blush was becoming more prominent as Hina placed another kiss on your cheek than giving Maki a kiss on the cheek before walking away.

Suma then walked up to you and grabbed your face placing a big kiss right behind Hina’s kiss causing your knees to buckle. All three of them gathered around you as you covered your face in embarrassment. “The three of you stop it before our Y/n has a heart attack.”

“Lord Tengen.” All four of you said in unison standing up and forming a line. He started to pat Hinas head then Makis head, then Suma and when he got to you he paused.

“How was your day today Y/n?” He spoke which took you by surprise, your wives stood there will smiles on their faces looking at he both of you. “My day was fine, how was your mission?” You spoke softly.

“It was perfectly flashy knowing I got to come home to my wife safe and sound.” He said placing his finger on your chin and pulling you close so that his lips softly pressed against yours. Both of you pulled back from each other and you felt like steam was coming out your ears.

“Did you all come up with this?” You spoke to yourself and all four of them just started laughing.

Shinobu

To say you were quiet was an understatement, you never liked to team up with others because quite frankly working by yourself was what you enjoyed the most.

Currently you were arriving at the head masters mansion because you were requested for a special mission. “Good evening my child.” He spoke rubbing the top of your head.

“There’s a special mission I wanted Hashira Shinobu to go on but she requested for you to be with her.” He again spoke and when you glanced at her and she had her eyes closed smiling at you.

How could you possibly reject this offer? Lady Shinobu was such a beautiful person and knowing that you were going on a mission with her was making your face heat up. Especially since the both of you were the same age she for some reason felt some type of connection with you.

After traveling for a while you both decided to rest at an inn. Ironically there was one room available with barely one futon. “I again apologize for the inconvenience.” The inn keeper said apologizing.

“It’s fine. We can adjust.” You apple easing his shoulders, he still looked worried but you led Shinobu to the room.

The both of you settled down and by the time you actually wanted to get some sleep you looked over at her and she was asleep. You slowly sat up and took your jacket off revealing the short spaghetti strap shirt you were wearing.

Shinobu features were always so beautiful, her soft spoken nature and the way she takes care and nurtures for anyone no matter their stature. You unconsciously held yourself up by your elbow and just watched her sleep.

“I can feel you staring at me…” she said while her eyes were still closed, she then opened them a little surprised at how close the both of you were at that moment. She lifted one of her hands to move a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

She smiled softly keeping her hand resting on the side of your face. “You are so beautiful.” She again spoke softly pulling your head closer to hers. You smiled and closed the gap between the both of you, your hand held onto the side of her face deepening the kiss enjoying her soft breathing.

She pulled back breathing heavily and smiling brightly, “I knew I chose you for a reason.” You cocked your head to the side in confusion, “Wha-” she cut you off pulling you down to kiss her again.

Giyuu

“Giyuu.” You spoke as you heard the door slide shut. He wouldn’t speak to you because he was upset about something but you didn’t know why. You guys have barely been dating for a month and you had asked for him to come see you after he finished a mission.

Every since coming over he has been distant and hasn’t spoken to you. Yes he’s naturally quiet but he always liked to have a conversation with you.

After finishing up his favorite meal that you had been making for the last two days you washed your hands and made you way over to your bedroom. Knocking on the slide you opened it and saw him folding his uniform before laying down to sleep.

“Giyuu, I made your favorite.” He didn’t answer you, “Are you gonna come and eat?” “No.” He coldly spoke. Your breath hitched in your throat as you sat there.

You continued to sit there with the slide open seeing if he’d budge to move but he didn’t. “Is everything okay? You haven’t spoken to me ever since you got here.” You said again hopefully he would give you some type of attention.

“Do you even like me?” His question caught you off guard as he sat up with tears in his eyes. Your natural instincts kicked in and you crawled over to sit infront of him. “Giyuu are you okay?” You again spoke and he looked away from you feeling embarrassed.

“Why wouldn’t I like you?” He finally looked back at you feeling like he wanted to cry again. You had no idea of how to make him feel better but to just baby him. You noticed from the beginning of your relationship that Giyuu loved to let loose with you and for once let someone else take care of him.

You grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to you pulling him into a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around you laying his in the crook of your neck. “Giyuu look at me.” He looked up at you and watched as you leaned in.

Your lips pressed against his and just by looking at him his face turned beet red. You pulled away from him to look at him but he immediately pushed back onto you.

You forced him to let go and started laughing, “Is that what you were mad about honey?” He slowly nodded before hiding his head on your chest and slowly falling asleep.

I’m not a sap I swear.

Bonus

being mistaken for a married couple [genshin men] pt.2

scaramouche, ayato, thoma

WHY DID PEOPLE LIKE PT 1 SO MUCH THANK YOU

scaramouche is ten times longer once again. ALSO KAZUHA’S GOING TO BE IN THE NEXT ONE FORGIVE ME FOR NOT PUTTING HIM ON HERE IT WAS TOO LONG

ayato

“That one’s too simple, I doubt she’d like it.”

“That’s way different from her size!”

“She’s going to go ballistic if you give her a hot pink dress for her wedding day,” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Honestly, Ayato, I didn’t think you’d be this hopeless when you asked me to help pick out a wedding dress for your friend.”

“Oh? Do I seem to be an expert in this field?” he suggests, eyeing yet another atrocious dress. You contemplate blindfolding him because at this point, that might be a better option. Just as he reaches for it, you slap his hand away to which he laughs. “I really am grateful for your assistance, truly. As you can probably see.”

“Oh, I see alright-”

“Young master, I didn’t expect to see you here.”

An older man, noticeably crouched over from age approaches Ayato, offering a healthy smile despite his stature. “I haven’t seen you in ages–much less somewhere like here.”

“It’s nice to see you again,” Ayato replies, then turning to motion to you. “This is Matsukushi, an old friend of mine.”

“I worked under him for quite some time,” the old man explains, then glances at Ayato. “Though I work selling wedding dresses now, those days aren’t all too far behind me. It seems a lot has happened since I left…I didn’t realize you were engaged.”

Your jaw drops. For a few moments, you convince yourself that Ayato had gotten himself an engagement unbeknownst to you, but considering he prefers being a hermit within his work, you highly doubt such a situation. When you realize what the man is implying, you shake your head frantically. “No, no, that’s not-”

“Eventually,” he says before you finish. “But unfortunately, not for myself today. It’s for a friends’ fiancee.”

At this, you can feel yourself drop the several dresses that had been clutched in your arms, barely allowing Ayato to grab them in time. Was this a proposal? Or was he indicating the far future that had no use in pondering on now? Thoughts flood your head rapidly, making you spin. The old man however, seems to be unable to read the room and nods. “Ah, I see, my mistake. Well please do call me if you need any aid.”

And when he vanishes behind the counter, you’re left dumbfounded staring at Ayato. Sure, you’ve thought about it–daydreamed–about it countless times after the extensive period of time you’d spent with him, but never realized the weight of it in actuality. As your mind repeats his words on echo, its only snapped out of its trance when he places a cool hand on your head.

“Boring way to find out, right?” he smiles. “This one doesn’t count though, alright? When I propose, I’ll do it properly. And if you’re still unsure then, I’ll do it as much as you need me to and I’ll be as patient as you need me.”

You can’t help but go weak in the knees. As a result, you don’t hear him when he says that he does know how to pick dresses. Maybe he just wanted to spend time with you.

scaramouche

He knows anybody who’s heard of his name would never dream of him being in a relationship–much less any positive association with another human being. From his sharp tongue to his cold nature, it’s practically impossible to imagine him being close with someone else.

Yet he makes an exception for his minions. Not just any of them, no, he finds most of them unbearably stupid and bothersome. Specifically, his assistant.

You move to glance around the market. He follows you closely behind, dressed in a more civilian like attire much to his distaste, after relentless begging on your part. He sees no point in dressing so plainly when he knows most people in this foreign nation don’t even recognize his identity as a harbinger. Still, he silently observes you as you anxiously grip the bag of mora he’d given you.

“Here’s the list,” he says, tossing you a sheet of paper which you barely manage to grab. “I’m staying here. Be back in 15 minutes or I’m coming after you.”

“My lord, this list is awfully long to finish in 15 minutes.”

He knows, he wants to say. He would follow after you anyway. “Is there a problem?”

“Well, I guess we are kind of in a hurry after you blew up your office.” The harmless bite in your voice should’ve boiled his blood to no end, but he only finds himself rolling his eyes. At this, he frowns. Perhaps he was being too soft on you.

You flash a bright smile and wave as you disappear into the crowd of people. He halfheartedly shrugs in response and turns to find a decent corner of alley to stay around before your return, but his plans are interrupted much rudely.

“Hello dear. Yes, you.”

He scowls at the soft voice calling for him from another stall. Though he glares at the old woman perched in the flower shop, she only smiles, her skin wrinkling with old age. “Would you like a flower?”

“No,” he replies immediately, turning to leave, but she only lets out a soft laugh.

“I’m sure your partner over there would love it,” she says. “Our flowers are freshly picked you know. And spring’s in full bloom–you can’t get flowers any more beautiful than these.”

He wishes she’d shut up, considering that with a snap of his fingers he could order someone to pick up a thousand flowers from an entirely other region. Especially since the flowers don’t live up to his standards in the slightest. However, he quickly snaps out of his analyzation of the flowers, shaking his head. “We’re not like that. Don’t assume such a-”

“Ah, then you must already be married!” she blinks. “My apologies, I didn’t know.”

Even he’s almost at a loss of words, unsure if he should spit out foul words or simply walk away from the scene. But before he can even decide, she hands him a blue iris. “Here you are. A token of congratulations. These symbolize faith and hope.”

“We’re not-”

“My lord!” your voice tears his attention away. You bolt up to him, holding bags full of items that were certainly not on the list he’d given you. “I couldn’t help it, the groceries were 50% off, and we haven’t gone yet this week, have we? Well, if we have, we could give some to the others, and-”

“My, that looks quite heavy, are you alright?” the woman speaks up again and Scaramouche suppresses the urge to tape her mouth shut.

“Oh, yes, I’m alright, thank yo-”

“This one has what I need, right?” he snaps suddenly, taking one of the bags from you. You nod, and that’s all he needs before he’s walking off. “We’re leaving.”

“Ah, but we haven’t bought the other things on the list yet!”

He places the blue iris on top of the groceries filling your arms, close enough that you could smell its scent. “We’ll get it later. This place is full of mental commoners, and I’m seconds away from getting violent.”

You blink at the flower, opening your mouth to ask but he’s gone in an instant, disappearing into the crowd. You groan and turn to bid the woman farewell, and she laughs. “You two are such an adorable couple. You remind me of my old days.”

At this, your face heats. Unbeknownst to you, the slightest of embarrassment creeps onto his own face–not that he’d ever admit it.

thoma

“We’ll stay with you until your mommy and daddy come find you, okay?” Thoma offers to the crying child, holding out a bottle of water he carries in his pocket. You’ve always known that children love Thoma, but you didn’t know of its extent until the child calms down immediately, expression changing into a beam in mere minutes. You can’t blame the kid because even you yourself find yourself in a calmer state the second you’re in Thoma’s presence. How he does it, you’d like to know too.

Soon enough, you’re walking hand in hand with the little boy and Thoma, glancing around the city in hopes of finding a face similar to the boy’s. Unfortunately, you fail to find any despite Thoma asking around the townspeople and your constant searching. 

After a few hours, the three of you decide upon a break. When you see the child eyeing a specific food vendor, you smile and lead the way. “You’re hungry right? Some food might help all of us reenergize.”

There, the cook eyes your group up and down before turning back to his kitchen. “The family discount ended at lunch. You’ll have to pay full price if you want anything.”

You stare in shock (mostly of his rudeness) while Thoma visibly chokes on his own spit. Did he think you were married? With a child? The thought of it is bizarre, but you can’t help but think of how nice it would be. Thoma’s good at everything related to the house–cleaning, cooking, babysitting–he was practically a dream man for some people. But marriage has rarely crossed your mind so why did you feel so….This mere thought makes you look away.

The boy however, seems unfazed as he simply sits himself on one of the stools, happily swinging his legs. Seeing that it’s not the time to address the mistake, you continue to order dishes, ignoring the heat flooding your face.

Finally, when the boy’s mother comes looking for him, you pass him off happily and wave as they disappear down the street. It’s nearly sunset now as you feel Thoma take your hand. “Shall we get home, then?”

The walk back home is silent. Usually, the two of you indulge in a comfortable silence but this one has a cloud of unsaid words swirling around the two of you, leaving you obsessing over your own wishes. Eventually the silence becomes so suffocating that he clears his throat.

“Agh, now I feel bad…” he mumbles, his blond hair falling over his eyes.

You lift your head. “Huh? About what?”

“I think it made you uncomfortable,” he clarifies, sheepishly meeting your eyes. “But I was really happy when he called us a family.”

Your eyes grow wide.

He swipes at his red tinted cheeks and shakes his head. “Maybe I got ahead of myself, or something like that. If you’re not ready for it–if you’re never ready for that, I would never be upset at you. But at the same time, it would be a dream too–to be able to call myself your husband. Sorry, I naturally thought that you’d like it too and I-”

“I do!” you nearly yell, making him jump. “I do. Like it. A lot. I’d like to call you my spouse.”

The two of you stare at one another in surprise before you both laugh. His fingers tighten around yours, making your chest feel as if it’s about to explode with butterflies. It doesn’t take much to guess that he feels the same.

“Let’s talk more about this later, when we get home. I still have to make dinner, you know.”

imagine kissing them.

imagine them melting against your lips, resting in your hold. imagine their muted sigh against you, the relief that chases away the exhaustion in their limbs.

imagine their hands: wandering, careless, thoughtlessly holding your waist, your arms, your shoulders. imagine their starry eyes gently closed, their skin so beautiful under your fingers.

imagine kissing them again and again, sharing comfort and sweet nothings that turn into everything under the warm breeze and heavy moon.

-> (your fav) + KAZUHA, xiao, jean, ayaka, kuki shinobu, ningguang, KOKOMI, lisa, rosaria, SHENHE, DILUC, kaeya, CHILDE, yun jin

loid x yor in fanarts: hot sexy couple with an intense sexual tension

loid x yor in actuality: two grownups who never experienced normal romance acting like they're hiding a high school crush on each other with awkward hand touching and subtle blushes

Shout out to this specific genre of ships:

Mysterious girl with beautiful golden eyes and star motifs, and guy who is stoic (but is actually a gentle sweetheart with trauma, and is associated with the military in some way) and has a teal colour palette.

I will always eat this dynamic up.

all taken care of. | thoma

turns out the rock solid and dependable thoma has a tendency to be clingy when he's sick.

1k words. just fluff and soft.

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it was this morning when the news was brought to you telling thoma has come down with a slight fever. to say it's strange was an understatement. your ever so reliable boyfriend who's so fond on taking care of people that he's always in a top-notch condition got sick? but alas, after witnessing his condition with your own very eyes, it turns out the news was no deception.

his body glued to his futon, breath somewhat ragged, his cheeks dusted red. you frowned seeing he's in pain.

"____?" he called out meekly, probably sensing a familiar presence. "i'm here, do you need something?" you combed his golden locks back, carefully not to disrupt the position of the towel on his forehead. his eyes still in a daze, the discomfort of the illness was apparent on his expression. "you should go back home, i don't want you catching what i have," he said, although it was quite obvious that he did not want you going anywhere by the way he was already holding your hand the moment he saw you.

"hmm, are you sure?" you said teasingly, staring at your still tightly-gripped hand. thoma was quite for a moment, torn between indulging his vulnerable selfish desire or letting you go. he nodded as a response, reluctantly loosening his hold on your hand. you just chuckled at his generous stubbornness. it would have been perfectly fine if he wanted you to stay.

"well i can't really say no to a sick person can i? i'll come back later then, feel better soon love." you leaned in and kissed his half-lidded eyelid gently. however before you could get back up you felt his hands entrapped you, pulling you so your body stayed on top of him. "umm thoma, honey?" you called him, worried something might be wrong.

"want you to stayyy," he whimpered; finally giving in. his tone was almost childlike, sounded so needy that you could not really believe your ear. however this made you giddy.

you love your reliable boyfriend with all or your heart, but sometimes you were worried that he's not putting himself first at times. you also wanted to be the one who takes care of him. and in this moment of weakness, a chance finally arrived that you could pamper and spoil him rotten without him attempting to turn the tables on you. also may you add that clingy thoma was extremely adorable.

"and i'm here baby i'm not going anywhere," you said as you raise your head, resting your gaze on his reddened face. "but to make sure," he trailed off, taking the towel on his forehead and put it aside. "thoma, you needed that-" but before you could finish your sentence, suddenly you were under him, the golden-haired male rested his head on your chest, getting comfortable. this way, you couldn’t really go now could you? "it's fine, the fever wasn't that bad anyway," he mumbled although he obviously shouldn't be the judge of that.

you sighed softly, "should i really be taking the word of a man who's clearly delirious?" you played with his hair, untangling the tangled strand of locks here and there. "if anything, i think you could be a little lenient to your poor and weak sick lover." he said, palpably satisfied as to how the whole thing escalated.

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that was four hours ago.

you had watched him nap, talked a little, but there's still no sign of him letting you go any soon. or in other words, you're really trapped.

"thoma, please? i just wanted to grab a glass of warm water for you," you said while writing gestures on his back, trying to grab his attention. thoma responded by snuggling closer--if that's even possible. so that's a no.

you tried again. "hey, i'm gonna get angry you know?" you faked a scolding tone. he immediately lifted up his face to stare at you pleadingly. continuing the parade will feel like kicking a puppy so you dropped it quickly. "fine maybe i won't, but you need to stay hydrated and i can even make a quick snack for you while i'm at it," you stated, thinking perhaps bribing would work. he pondered, the thought of your cooking has caught his attention.

"okay," he finally agreed, reluctantly getting up just to lie back down on the pillow because of the dizziness. you sat up, preparing to go to the kitchen before yet again a pair of hands pulled you back in. huh hasn't this happened before????

your back rested nicely against his chest, his hands secured safely around your stomach. "thomaaa," this time you whined, he has trapped you in his embrace yet again. not that you didn't like it, but you just wanted to make sure he's feeling content; not thirsty or hungry.

"what?" he replied innocently. "don't you want something to drink or eat?" you asked, genuinely concerned. "you being here is my medicine, really." and that wasn't a lie, with you by his side on such close proximity already made him thousand times better than when he woke up this morning. "there's no way that's medically true."

you just sighed, giving in. "alright then, but that was your chance okay? i won't bring you a glass of water even if you beg me to later." you fumed. that was a lie of course. you could be running in full speed right this very second searching for help if thoma expresses the slightest form of discomfort.

"and mine is quite clingy when he's sick"

he chuckled, "my lover is so kind."

"and you love him"

you laughed.

"and i love him."

HUNTER WITH THE BISEXUAL FLAG PATCH ON HIS BATTLE JACKET

Edit: Better-quality images make it even clearer what it’s intended to be!

— Falling in love with you !

Little things they do when they realize they have fallen in love with you

୨୧: Childe, Dottore, Eula, DIluc [Flower edition]

A/notes. I enjoy writing for Eula, and with her rumored rerun, couldn't be happier ♡ Referring Childe as Tartaglia,, Dottore part took place in Sumeru Akademiya !

#. TARTAGLIA : Monoceros Caeli

He would show you in any obvious way like— calling you pet names, bringing you on romantic dates, or buying you some expensive stuff. He acts as Zhongli's wallet so it's normal for him to spend a lot of mora(s) in 1 day. He teases you 24/7 about it.

"Why would you like Mr. Zhongli? Don't you think I fit perfectly as your boyfriend or even husband?"

I see him sending you a lot of flowers and some cheesy pickup lines.

#. II DOTTORE : The doctor

He never interested in love or falling in love once, every day he busied himself with experiments and theories so when it's come to this topic, he's hopeless. Grow you a flower that matches your eye color and said he doesn't mean to. Don't take it seriously, he just doesn't know what to do, the feeling in his chest is unbearable. He yearns for your attention and your love.

"You know today I received a one-of-a-kind flower that looks like a crystallize one" "And? It's not like I'm the one who gives you"

His heart would explode if you kept his flowers and decorate them in your dorm

#. EULA LAWRENCE : Aphros Delos

She doesn't want to rush things, so she takes her time and makes sure she truly loves you. Seek Amber's advice with this; due to her surroundings, she isn't particularly skilled at expressing affection. Not a fan of physical contact, but for you? Your exclusion. She would pat your head or hold your hand. If she sincerely wants to express her love for you, she will give you a present. Mostly flowers since that's what Amber told her; flowers also can act as the language of love. Ask her what the gift was for, and she will state that it was merely a friendly gift.

"I starting to think there was another reason behind this..." "You think to much, it's simply a friendly gift"

I say that Cecilia will be the main flower, a beautiful flower that suits you as they are also hard to get it.

#. DILUC RAGNVINDR : Noctua

Doesn't actually believe that he falls for you. He just can't picture himself in a relationship due to his past. Kaeya would notice this as soon as possible; his brother? falling in love, he teases the red-haired man. Diluc will begin slowly by showing a different side of himself, such as his patience for you, asking how you are, or how protective he is when it comes to you. Deliver a banquet or anything else that reminds him of you to your place in secret.

"I feel like I have a secret admirer" "What makes you think that?" "I got a banquet of flowers again this week" "Ah, I'm sure there's nothing to worry about that"

Kaeya definitely gonna tell you that Diluc likes you.

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