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💙Xingqiu x Reader💙

Author's note: Helloooo. It's been so long since the last time I posted something here. I apologize for taking so long before posting this one. I've been occupied with my research subject lately and we've been preparing for the research defense that will occur in just a few weeks (our teacher hasn't given us any schedule yet).

This is a comfort fic where the reader is trying to comfort his beloved Xingqiu. I hope you enjoy this and have a nice day.

I'll start posting once again after our scheduled experiment on research, which is this weekend.

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It's been almost a week since the last time you saw him. You were always at the bookstore in Liyue, not exactly waiting for him but just returning some books and taking some to read before returning them the next day, it's a simple cycle that you often do during good days. The last time you talked to him, he said that his family will be facing an upcoming task for the Feiyun Commerce Guild. You understand it as you knew he's a part of that guild, so you thought he might be really busy that he's not able to do his routine of reading books in the bookstore and talking to you.

His two best friends don't also have any idea when you asked them. The last time they saw him was when they tried to visit him on Saturday. They only see a glimpse of him and hear his words of apologies. He's busy, that's the summary of his apology. They didn't really talk for too long as Xingqiu was called by his brother, ending the conversation. You sighed. You're not mad about his lack of time, in fact, you're just really worried. And maybe you miss seeing him too or listening to his voice while he reads his favorite books to you. You miss him. You miss holding his hands, drawing circles on his palm, you miss his presence on your side.

Early in the morning, you went to his house. But you only met his assistant, you didn't see any glimpse of him or his smile, just the words of his assistant's excuse and apologies. 

"He's currently working on some important paper for the commerce guild, I'm sorry Mx. Y/n, but he ordered that he can't let any distraction in the meantime. He wanted to finish the tasks as soon as possible."

So you thanked him and bid him farewell. But before entirely leaving, you stop in front of his house, waving your hand as a farewell and sending a smile. You have a small glint of hope that he might see it. A hope that you send your message clearly to him. You're not mad and you'll keep waiting. As long as you know he's going back to you afterward, you can always wait.

"Y/n? We're about to close. It's getting really late, you should be going home now." Your mind snapped back to reality as you heard Ms. Jifang, the owner of Wanwen Book House. You closed the book that you didn't manage to read at all as your mind seems to wander. "Ah, I'm sorry. I guess I will be going now then. Can I keep this book in the meantime? I will-" "You always give the books you lend in time, why would I say no?"

You smiled, "Thank you, Ms. Jifang"

You bid her your last farewell for the day before setting off to a new location. A location just a few meters away from the Bubu Pharmacy. The both of you would always go there to read books to each other, reading random lines from your favorite books. 

The scenery of the moon and the sun can be quite a sight. There's also a tree around to lean on when taking a rest and that's what you're planning to do for the day.

You stopped on your tracks as you saw a familiar figure sitting under the tree, the blue hue of the moon lightning his figures. 

"Xingqiu?" 

You called him. You notice how he slightly flinches at your voice, probably surprised by your sudden presence. He looked at you for a second, smiling a bit before gazing at the moon.

Something is wrong, you can feel it. The way his eyes match the emotion of confusion with worries written all over it makes you feel unsettled. You decided to sit beside him, staying silent for a little while before finally speaking. "Why are you here...at this hour?"

You asked him, but his eyes remained gazing at the moon. Your question stayed lingering in the air and you felt like you didn't need to repeat it too. You waited, discarding the book you planned to read earlier to the side. "A lot of things...happened," he spoke softly, his fingers playing with the grass."I need to take a breath so I went here, you wouldn't mind, right, my dearest?"

His golden eyes met yours, silently pleading for him to let him join you in silence. You wanted to ask why or what happened, but the look on his face states that you didn't need to. He's willing to tell you everything, after all, bottling all emotions at once is not a good idea.

You smiled, "I wouldn't."

A chuckle escapes from his lips, sighing afterward as he leans back to the tree, staring directly at the moon. 

"Do you have any fears, y/n?" You blinked. "Yes, of course. I think that goes with everyone else." "What about, something you hate and fear at the same time?" You hummed, taking in the question deeply and pondering your answer. "Hate and fear, you say? I guess I have some too. I mean, that's a very thin line. At most times, you can hate something because you fear it. Since it's something that makes you uncomfortable, you can grow to hate it." "I see." Silence followed his words after that. You rested your back on the tree.  "I fear...that someday, I won't be able to do the things I enjoy. That one day, I would face all the responsibilities and carry all the burdens for our family's position." He spoke softly. You hummed, making sure that he knew you were listening. You're there to listen to all of his musings and worries, like what he always does to you. "You know, my brother is a bit of a...slacker. He seldom does his work and is supposed to be responsible so I was the one being caught up in it. It's my role to do my own responsibilities and support my brother." He continued. His eyes drifted away from the moon to yours. "I'm quite tired. I'm not really...I mean, it's my responsibility but, I think it's unfair or maybe I'm just being insensitive. This is my responsibility, I should shoulder it but I..."  You stared at him. His eyes look distraught like it's unable to convey the emotion he's feeling. It's too overwhelming for him. Most of the time, he's too calm and collected but his emotions are a haywire right now. He doesn't know how to understand his own frustration right now. Why is he frustrated in the first place? He shouldn't be. It's his role to serve the commerce guild, he's a disciple of justice. What is he thinking? Why is it so loud? Why is everything so loud inside his mind? "Xingqiu." You called him but he remains soullessly staring at you, he's too absorbed by his thoughts and too concentrated on solving them by himself. He doesn't even notice that his eyes are already welling up to tears. "Hey, Xingqiu." You gently caressed his cheeks, wiping his tears away with your fingers. He blinked at you, his eyes slowly returning to consciousness.  "It's alright to feel tired. It's fine to feel pressured. Don't downplay your emotions. It's normal to feel such a thing, you're not being irresponsible. It's not selfish to take a break. Most importantly, you do deserve a break from all of it." "But if I don't-" "But if you don't do your work, it will remain unfinished and might just pile up," you cut him off.  "I understand that, of course." You continued. "So for now, let's take a break together then tomorrow I'll help you. I can go around and ask for the things you need or sign some papers up. When we're done, I'll talk to your brother." "W-Wait, why would you talk to my brother?" He questioned. "Oh, there's nothing to worry about. I'm just going to inquire him with some-" "Y/n, please don't." He looked at you with pleading eyes. "Please don't tell him." You sighed. "I'm not going to. Unless it's from you, I'm not going to say anything. Don't worry about it. I'm just going to tell him that I will take you for a while." "Take me?" "Yes, take you. I would take you for some self-care treatment. You deserve it and I won't take no for an answer." He hummed, his head resting on your shoulder. "And if something comes up..." "If something big of a task came up, we would walk through it together. If it's a small one, leave it to your brother. I'm sure he can handle such small tasks."  You smiled as he sighed. "Are you sure about this?" "I've never been this sure, my dearest." He chuckled, smiling as he intertwined his fingers into yours. "Ah...I miss this feeling." "Feeling of..?" "Relief, my love. The feeling of calm and comfort. You're my safe haven, y/n."

Halloween Apple💕

Atsushi: What’s happening?

Kunikida: *points to a pumpkin* Kyouka, tell me what that is.

Kyouka: …A Halloween apple.

Ranpo: *from across the room* If she says it’s a Halloween apple, then it’s a Halloween apple!

Xiao x Reader (Genshin Impact)                 🍀A Subject🍀

A/N: It’s been a while since I posted something so here’s a Xiao one. Sorry, it took a while but I’ll try me best to write more since vacation is now here. Reader is gender-neutral. Hope you enjoy reading!

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Black smokes and a pair of golden eyes. It’s the first thing that caught your eye as you arrived in the rooftop of the Wangshu Inn, a place that the traveler recommended on you as you told them you’re planning to go to Liyue, looking for a subject to sketch. The traveler warned you on the dangers you might encounter, making sure to remind you to call a friend of theirs in times of great danger and when you try to questioned it:

“He knows what to do. He’s an adeptus, a protector of Liyue,” they stated.

“Like a Knight of Favonious?” you questioned.

“You can say that…except the fact he works directly for their archon and really held great responsibility for the duties that the Geo archon laid upon him,” they explained further. “Oh and, please don’t forget to call him in case of danger. His name is-”

“Xiao.”

You uttered, staring into his golden eyes. You notice the black smokes surrounding him, you don’t know if it’s the effect of the teleportation he used or something else. You also take note of the spear he’s holding, the color same with the tips of his upfront hair. The once peaceful feeling on the terrace suddenly disappearing as the intense tension in the air completely evaporated it.

“How do you know my name?” He questioned, eyes squinting in suspicion. “You don’t seem like a citizen here. State your business.”

You blinked, “I-I’m from Mondstadt, I’m a friend of the traveler that-”

“The traveler, you say?”

As soon as he heard that, his whole demeanor changed. The black smokes slowly disappearing into thin air, clearing the whole tension that build up earlier. His grip on the spear relaxing a bit as he continues to inspect you.

“Did they send you here?”

His eyes remained looking at you carefully, maybe taking notes of your actions and what you might be up to. If not for mentioning the traveler, you might be in great danger now. Thank the Archons, the traveler warned you and lend you their knowledge for this trip.

“Not…exactly.” You answered, smiling slightly as you try to explain your reason. “You see, I came here because I need a new subject-”

“For what?”

“…Sketching an art. The traveler just assisted me on the things I should know before going here. They told me about you and to call you if ever I face something..really dangerous?”

He didn’t move an inch after your explanation. His lips remained in a straight line as he stared at you, processing your words before flipping his spear into the air which quickly disappeared in a blink. The movement making you flinch a little.

“The traveler’s right. In any case that you face something dangerous ahead, call my name. I’ll take care of it.”

He turned his back at you, looking at the view on the terrace as if scrutinizing every place around the inn. You watched as the wind blew, his hair dancing with it as the leaves on the tree fell into the terrace. You gently tiptoed to the side, not really going near him as it might put you in a bad situation. The sun reflecting half of his face add effects on what you were witnessing just right now. His gold eyes looking seriously but also faraway. You notice how the tips of his hair and his eyes seems to glow, you thought it might be because of the shade of the tree and the sun. His pale lips never moving an inch, remaining still like before.

You were too busy taking notes of everything you’re seeing. It’s perfect, way too perfect, in all honestly. The timing, the lighting and him, it’s pretty. A beautiful sight that you’re actually witnessing right now. A smile escaped your lips as you were taken in by the view. Fascinating.

“What are you still doing here?”

You blinked as he took a glance at you. All of your thoughts moving away for a second. Your smile turning into an awkward one as you thought he caught you looking too intensely at him.

“N-Nothing.” You tried to laugh, fixing your gaze into his gold orbs. “I just…really wanted to stay for a while. I mean, the scenery here is breathe taking like really breathe taking.”

He blinked slightly, confusion filling his eyes as he continued to look at you. You’re being weird in his eyes; your actions are too baffling for him. “You should go somewhere. Liyue has more places to offer with breath taking views. Don’t come near me as it might bring you in danger.”

Your head tilted in confusion, looking at him with a blank stare. “I don’t get it.”

“What?”

“I mean, you told me to call you whenever there’s danger and yet you threat yourself as a danger too. Aren’t you the protector of this city, Liyue?”

He scoffed. “You know there’s different kind of protectors, right?”

“Oh, so you mean like a vigilant or something. You’re like that?” you questioned; your voice fills with curiosity.

“Yes. Now, stay away-”

“But still, you’re just doing your duty right?” You cut him off unexpectedly. “Regardless of how evil or dangerous your actions are in your eyes, at the end of the day, it’s for the safety of the people here.”

He looked away, “You don’t get it, it’s much more complicated than that.”

You smiled, sitting down as you grab your sketching materials from your bag. “Can you explain it to me then?”

He sighed, “It’s something hard to-”

He stopped as soon as he saw you sitting down, a brush and a piece of paper in front of you as you were surrounded by brushes. At first, he was confused at what you were doing then it hits him.

“Are you secretly just keeping me distracted by talking to me?”

You hummed, glancing at him. “Not really, I’m curious too but I won’t pass any opportunity to sketch something…remarkable.”

“You’re wasting your time. Like what I said, there’s a whole lot of places than-”

“Say, can I…interest you into something?”

He looked at you in confusion. His eyes eyeing your brushes and other materials on the floor. You’re cutting his words, usually it was him that always cut someone off. It’s amusing, he thought but you’re being bizarre on your actions as time goes by. It’s not unusual for him to find a really determined and hard-headed mortals and you give off the same aura, except that you’re not begging him to give you wealth or something.

“Hello?” He snapped to reality as he heard your voice. You smiled as his eyes meet yours. “Are you okay?”

He closed his eyes; you should be no exception still. A mere mortal like you can’t get close too much to him or you’ll suffer, sooner and later.

“Get all of your stuff and leave.”

You lean back to the railings of the terrace, a sad smile forming your lips as you sighed. “Don’t I really stand a chance?”

“I told you, no.”

“Even if you’re the subject?”

His eyebrows knitted. “What? Do you really think that would make a difference?”

You chuckled. “Look, I’m trying. I’m not a good persuader like the traveler.”

He sighed, “You’re hopeless.”

A laughter escaped your lips on his remark. He looked at you as you laugh. He was never one for jokes, that meant to be an insult, he thought. Why are you laughing so light-heartedly? He wanted to ask you but you seem like you’re really having your time laughing and for some reason, he don’t want to disturb you. It’s the first time someone laughed at his comment with no any sign of malicious intent or hurt.

“Alright, I’m fine.” You fix yourself, fixing your throat for a second to stop yourself from laughing. “But seriously, don’t you wanted to see yourself in-”

“I’m not interested. A common behaviour of mortals like you was to always look for something priceable. I assumed you’re just going to sell it in high price anyway.”

You gasped in exaggeration, clutching your heart in a jokingly manner as you look at him. “That’s a very harmful stereotype to the people out there!”

“It was a normal act for mortals,” he deadpanned.

You hummed, “I mean, you’re not entirely wrong…”

“Because it’s what they are.”

You looked at the sky, thinking about what he said. “Say, do you have some deep grudge against these mortals?”

“Don’t call them like you’re not a part of them,” he stated.

You pouted. “I’m just asking.”

“Stop asking then.”

A sigh escaped your lips. “I don’t really sell some of my works, I only sell paintings or sketches of sceneries. It’s different when it’s personal.”

“Personal?”

“Something that really caught my eye, you know. Like what they said, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Whenever I see those moments, I keep them or sometimes I gave them to the people I shared the memories with. So…”

You looked at him, a warm smile on your lips. “I’ll give it to you once I’m done.”

He turned to you with a puzzled look, “What benefit is there for you then?”

“Connection with different people.”

“You should get close too much-”

“I know. Just let me sketch you and the scenery, then we’re finished,” you stated.

“Will you keep-”

“It’s a deal. I will keep those words.”

He looked at you intently as he tried to decipher your mind but no matter how he tried to looked at you, his curiosity just eats him more. You’re a weird one, he wanted to tell you but instead he kept it in his mind. He has a feeling you’ll just laugh again anyways.

He looked away. “Fine, just do it quickly.”

You cheered before picking up your brush again. “If I do it quickly, I won’t caught it perfectly.”

“You’re the one who wanted this,” he stated.

You pursed your lips. “It’s not my fault if I found my subject earlier than I anticipated.”

He glanced at you for a second before returning his gaze to the scenery ahead of him. He took note of the orange hue of the sky and the cold breeze of the wind. He closed his eyes as a thought entered his mind.

Maybe he can let this one slide.

Khun Aguero Agnes x Reader (Fanfic)

Cruel. That's one way to descibe him. Khun Aguero Agnes is known as a rich and cruel regular in the tower. He always does anything according to his plan and do everything to make it work. Even if he needs to do something cruel, he will do it.

Of course, he's well aware of that. He's aware how cruel can he be. But that doesn't matter. His loyalty will stay on the team. He won't let his team down, never. He's always composed and kind of cocky. He's emotion are always clouded by his smirks and taunting remarks. He doesn't care how anyone sees him, he's just doing his best to climb the tower like anyone else..

He doesn't care about those talks...

But there's one thing in his mind that's been bugging him.

It was you.

The both of you are kinda opposite, he knows that. That's why everyone who heard about your relationship were just shocked. How? A girl like you? And a cruel man like him? Got together? Just how?

Well, even him can't explain it. It was just funny how you can keep up with his taunts. How you retort back at him. How you smirk back at him and just keep on fighting with your own words though you never win.

On the other side, you aren't that good. You're just normal. You get angry or mad, sad and happy, just like anyone else. Except the fact that you have such a huge understanding on everything. You understand both of the side, your team's goal and the other team's goal. You're just too...too relatable on anything. Shows too much sympathy on everyone. And that makes you a pain. People like you are most likely to be betrayed. And it's a well known fact not to trust anyone in the tower.

Though he can't really complain about that. It's a part of you. And it actually amuses him that you never let go of that characteristic of yours even if you have been betrayed many times. It's funny, just...how can you do that? You told him once that you feel mad about them but...you can't hurt them. And when he asks why. You just simply replied.

"It's hard to hurt someone you use to take care of."

He can't believe what you just said. It's hard? But they hurt you? Even if you take care of them, they still hurt you. Whenever he tries to prove his point on that, you just ended up pouting, saying how all of that are just in the past. That you shouldn't bother digging that up.

And he would just sighed, knowing that you won't listen.

It was fine. Everything was fine for the both of you. He always teases which you "sometimes" tried to retort back. He's kind of sweet whenever the both of you are alone. Though you need to get through his cocky mode and taunting remarks first before you reached his sweet side. And whenever he's sweet, it's always caught you off guard.

He would say some sweet words on you and then back on his cocky mode. He just like messing with you since he know where's the perfect time to drop the sweet candy. And he never failed on doing that. And you never complain also.

He smirked as he stared at the man on the floor. The blood were pooling the floor. Well, it was actually an unexpected event. Someone just got too cocky and tried killing him. He clicked his tounge before glancing at you.

And as usual, you were not looking at him. You're staring far ahead from him. You never moved your eyes from that place since you saw how his knife pierced the man's stomach. You immediately look away, not wanting to see the outcome.

"Y/n", he called.

You hummed in response, not bothering to look at him since you know what's on the floor. You hear his footsteps and soon enough he was now on your side.

"Let's go."

You nodded before following him. The both of you are just heading home when that man suddenly shows up and mess with the both of you.

Eventually, it happens. Him being dead now on the floor and Khun being silent again. You have notice it, everytime he kills someone, he became silent. It was not like him, you know that. But ever since the both of you got together, that became his habit.

Khun can hear those talks and it's making him anxious. You always look away when he do that. He was scared but of course he won't admit it. He was scared that he's losing you because of his cruelty. He's afraid that it would be the reason for the both of you to part ways.

He bite his lip. He can hear you walking just beside him. At this time, he should be holding your hand. But he was scared, he can feel the hot feeling on his hand, the blood from the man was still on his hand.

Everytime it happens, it takes him back to the day when someone shouted from the crowd on how cruel can you be. How the hell can you love him if he just did kill someone in front of you? At first, he didn't mind. But after seeing that one gesture of yours, he became more aware of it.

He was overthinking. He knows that but he can't settle it himself. He needs to know your words but he can't get the words to ask. No, he knows what to ask, but he's pushing it away from his tounge. Making himself believe that he just doesn't know how to start asking you that.

"Khun."

He immediately stopped as soon as he heard you called him. He smiled, trying to hide whatever he's thinking.

"Yes? What is it?"

His tone was normal but you can feel it. There's something wrong. And you know that Khun wasn't great at expressing what he's thinking.

"Wha...What are you thinking?"

As soon as you asked that, you heard a sudden bang on him. Well, not literally, it's just like you heard a sudden click on him, like you just manage to ask what he's wanting you to ask for.

A moment of silence pass the both of you. You can feel your nervousness on the pit of your stomach, threatening to flow to your entire body. You gulped, hoping he would say something until you heard him sigh.

"Everytime I killed someone in front of you..." He started, his eyes locking on your eyes. "Do you doubt your love for me?"

The cold wind of the night blews, making your skin cold. You slowly gulp as the silence covers the both of you. You're trying your best not to shiver from the cold but his stare was enough to make you to. You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to distract yourself from the nervousness swirling on your stomach.

Khun waited. But your silence scares him, he knows that it was barely ten seconds since the silence started but he felt like it has been so long. He can feel his self, being suffocated. He doesn't even know if he's still breathing properly. He curled up his fist but immediately shake it off, gulping slowly he turns around.

"Forget it. It's just a random thought."

That's enough, he thought. He can't stand it. The blank look at your eyes was too much to look at. Maybe it was better for you not to answer. Maybe it was better for the both of you. Maybe..maybe he should---

His thought was cut off when you suddenly hold his hand. He flinched a little but stopped immediately to look at you. He blinked at you, you were smiling. A sweet smile was on your lips as you held his hand.

"Aguero." You called.

"What?" He asked, trying to stay composed, despite the fact that you caught him off guard.

You looked at him as you slowly lead his hand to your lips. You closed you eyes and kiss the back of his hand and his knuckle.

You opened your eyes, he's looking at you with too much confusion in his eyes. You smiled again, intertwining your hand to him.

"Were you scared that the blood on your hands will make me stop loving you?"

You slightly chuckle, shaking your head as you draw circles on the back of his hand.

"Does that one question from the crowds bugs you too much? Do you want me to answer it?"

He didn't response, he's still looking at you. Just waiting for the words you spill on your mouth.

You sighed. "I don't care if people look at me as a cruel-hearted one. I'm going to stand by your side, even if you are the cruelest one in this world. I don't care if they see me as a monster for loving you. Well, I don't like the idea of killing someone so I'll look away but that doesn't mean my love would change. It will stay the same as how much I love you since the first day of ours. I'll stay be your side. I don't care being the devil on everyone's eyes if I'm beside my angel. I love you...so much more than you think."

Khun opened his mouth to say something but words aren't just enough for a reply for what you've said. That was too much to hear. He just wanted to make sure but hearing all those words makes him more than sure. He sighed before chuckling.

"That's too much words coming from a shortie like you."

You pouted. "I'm just stating fact, you dummy."

He smiled. "Can you not say those words on random times?"

"Why not?"

"Just because." He answered as he suddenly pulls you into a hug. It was too fast for you that you didn't manage to react. "And yes, I love you too, shortie."

Diminuendo | Yoshiya Kiryu

Summary: 

di·min·u·en·do/dəˌmin(y)əˈwendō/

adverb

(especially as a direction) with a decrease in loudness.

“the piece ends as it began, a poem of sorrow and regret that dissolves diminuendo”

Joshua was his name. Joshua. Joshua. Your fingertips tapped at the crease of your lips, pondering of this man beside you and his significance to you. With one hand in the pocket of his jeans, the other was entwined with yours, the glint in his silver irises evidence of his mischievous nature. None of his behavior was familiar to you, even the occasional lean of his body toward you upon your first meeting, yet with a wave of his hand he paid no heed to your dilemma. Surely, Joshua was someone whose presence refused to be forgotten. Surely, there lacked any reason for you to fail to recall his nature; someone like him was difficult to let go, that you were sure of.

With a jostle of your shoulder, you clicked your tongue at the cause and opened your mouth to spout colorful words at him, only to find that your attempts to inconvenience his day were futile. With his arms crossed, one hand grasping at his cellphone, a wide grin complemented the frown you intended on sighting. Your name was what unsettled you, falling from his lips like honey, and he began to close the distance with a greeting that tempted you ever so closer to him. “Hey!” A nickname. “Remember me?” A question with an undesirable answer. Following your perplexity, there rose the proposition he take you somewhere to assist you in jogging your memory: WildKat, the café the people of Shibuya had been raving about since the beginning of time.

“Remember this?” You shook your head, catching the foam of your latte soaking into your drink. The owner mimicked you with a smile, his hand deep into a dish rag as he cleaned the mugs of filth, something difficult to be noticed once the boy in front of you shrugged and faced you with a wistful grin. No worries, he said, I don’t deserve to be remembered by you. When he stood to depart from your form, apparently leaving the responsibility of paying for service onto you, the back of his button up shirt became reminiscent of a moment where the two of you stood in a place far from this, hands in his pocket as his existence in your life was fleeting. The picture was blurred out with your tears, but evident enough that you pinched at the bridge of your nose in hopes of learning more about what you meant to him. What it all meant to him.

You slapped however amounts of yen you had left on the table, your chair whining in protest as your gratitude was shown in your compliments to the chef. Behind you, the chef once again shook his head, a frown tugged upon his lips entirely complementary to the amusement exhibited at his old friend’s puppy love. Of course, how could you have noticed? The world and its rules were diminishing around your search for Joshua–Yoshiya, Yoshiya, how could you forget how effortless it was to call him Joshua instead? How could you fail to remember your missing puzzle piece, a dear friend whose attention was only on you? How could you allow him to push you away after he cherished your existence, regressing towards an isolation from fellow children and ignorant adults before you first approached him? Joshua, what reason did he have for never coming back–

BANG

Your hands grasp at your forehead in the middle of Scramble Crossing, the mass of men walking past your form as if you no longer exist. In their eyes, you are the ghost teenagers shuddered upon, the memory your friends will eventually leave behind. With no one to help you, you are surrounded by monsters beyond your capacity, beyond your sanity, unable to recall of how you ended up here. Creeping towards you, their teeth glimmer in the sun, and no matter how much the thought of them sinking into your skin terrifies you, no one would know. You are no longer relevant, a loss that left more questions than answers, and God, you don’t want to die with that last thought.

“Hold my hand,” he tells you, your saving grace the form of a boy whose silver eyes are wide with the thought of losing you. “If you don’t, you’ll die.” Don’t ever listen to strangers.

Joshua is his name. Joshua. Joshua.

This scene kills my heart with butterflies.

trans rights

I JUST GOT ALBEDO, LIKE THE PRETTY ALCHEMIST MAN??

LIKE THE DRIP?? THE FLOWER ELEVATOR??

IT'S EVERYTHING.

Btw, I'm currently working on a Xingqiu one-shot. Still in the middle of answering my General Math subject so I might post in by the end of this month. Thankiessss and have a nice dayyyy!

So cuteeeeee

almond tofu✨