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hi bub!! your prompt on “avoiding your crush” is one of my fave fics ever and i was wondering if u could write this with any of the genshin boys ❤️ hope u have an amazing day!!

avoiding your crush

feat. Childe, Kazuha, Ayato

part two, three

CHILDE

You used to visit Childe at work all of the time. Keyword: used.

But when you came to terms with the fact that you were developing feelings for your friend, the visits became less frequent. Eventually you stopped all together. It was difficult for you to be around him without your heart threatening to burst out of your chest at any given moment.

Things were going well- er as well as it could be. You thought avoiding Childe would help settle your heart but you only began to miss him more. Still, you knew that this had to be done for the both of you. But when you were heading back to your place after stopping by the market, you were surprised to see Childe standing outside your door.

“Ajax,” you awkwardly smile at him as if you hadn’t been ignoring him for a couple weeks now, “shouldn’t you be working right now?”

Childe frowns at you as he follows you into your home, “I haven’t seen you in two weeks and that’s the first thing you say? Why haven’t you been visiting me? Or even hanging out with me during my free time?”

Your smile drops. Honestly, you had been hoping that he was too busy to notice your absence.

“I- errr,” you hesitate, thinking of what sort of excuse you could use. but before you can speak more, Childe is already bombarding you with questions.

“Is there a reason why you stopped coming by? Is there someone in the Fatui making you uncomfortable?” he asks, a mixture of worry and anger riddled across his face.

“I- what? No it’s not like that—” your own eyes widen, realizing that Childe got the wrong impression as the result of your actions.

“Are you being threatened by someone? Is it another Harbinger? It’s Scaramouche isn’t it? I should have kn-”

“No! It’s none of that Ajax! It’s you— I don’t show up anymore because I like you and I don’t know what to do about it!” you yell, completely frustrated that he wouldn’t let you utter a single word. But as quickly as you said it, you come to regret your words.

Childe stands there in shock, and you know that you’ve messed up. You’ve essentially ruined the friendship you had with him by digging up the feelings you’ve been trying so desperately to hide.

“Wait no, please let me explain-” you try to come up with some sort of excuse for your words, but Childe shakes his head.

“Y/n, I’m going to go outside for just a second. Let me gather my thoughts please” he calmly tells you. And before you can even respond he steps out of your house, gently closing the door behind him.

But not even a minute passed and Childe reenters your house- albeit not looking that much different than he did before.

“I’m going to need you to repeat what you said for me please” he asks, his demeanor still calm. You can’t get a read on his expression, but you’re inclined to believe that he was upset with you.

“No I- well, what I meant was-” you start to stammer, trying to find away to retract your words and have it so he never heard you in the first place. In the midst of your incoherent ramblings, Childe walks up to yours standing a mere foot away.

He brings his hands up to your cheeks, and you have no choice but to look up at him.

“Y/n,” there was something about the tone in his voice- it was so soft but also so desperate, “please, repeat what you said. I want to make sure I heard correctly before I do anything”.

His words made you pause- because you could have a suspicion regarding the motive behind his words. But you’d rather not jump to any conclusions. Still, he was your closest friend that asked for your honesty.

“...I like you Ajax,” you finally admit.

Childe’s eyes widen ever so slightly, as if it was the first time he heard these words. He presses a kiss to your forehead before leaning his own forehead against yours, sighing in relief.

You felt your own cheeks warming up, and surely he could feel it too.

“You’re too precious, Y/n” he murmurs under his breath.

He straightens up, pleased with the flustered look on your face. But before he could tease you any further, he checks the time, cursing under his breath.

“Damn, okay I actually have to head back right now. But once I’m done with everything, let’s talk, yeah? I have something to confess to you too,” he grins at you, sneaking a quick kiss on your cheek before taking off.

You still stood in your house, groceries in hand, absolutely shocked at what just happened. Your cheeks continued to burn as you replayed his words in your brain.

It was certainly something to look forward to.

KAZUHA

When moment came around and you realized you had feelings for Kazuha, your closest friend, you honestly weren’t sure what to make of it. Perhaps this was just a small crush that would dissipate. It made sense- Kazuha was cute, he always knew the right things to say to make anyone’s heart flutter. Yours especially.

But the crush didn’t go away. If anything, you started to like him more as the days went by. You started noticing little details about him that only made him seem more endearing to you. And your heart couldn’t take it.

Just being around Kazuha made you frantic. You couldn’t help it when your gaze naturally lingered towards him, or the way you subconsciously stood perhaps the slightest bit too close to him. You felt like your heart was pouring out- and you were honestly afraid of coming off as overbearing around him.

And so, you started to distance yourself from the samurai. Not forever- just temporarily until you were able to ket yourself in check. You didn’t think much about your actions; in fact you thought that perhaps he wouldn’t even recognize your absence during this time.

But one morning, you hear knocking at your door, and who else wold be standing in front than Kazuha himself? By this point, two weeks have already passed. 

“Kazuha! What brings you here?” you nervously ask. The feelings you had for him didn’t settle down at all- if anything, seeing him like this after two weeks made your heart beat even faster.

But Kazuha remains stoic.

“Well, we haven’t spoken in a while, and everytime I see you out you seem to ignore me or walk in the other direction. Care to explain?” he asks you.

You can’t answer him. How would you come up with a reasonable explanation that didn’t give away all of your feelings at once?

“Have I done something wrong?” Kazuha asks once more, and you’re unable to meet his gaze, unsure of what to say.

But he takes your silence as an answer.

“I see,” he says, his eyes darting down to the floor, “well, I’m really sorry I’ve upset you. I’d like to know what I did wrong, but if you no longer wish to see me then I’ll respe-”

“No, it’s not like that!” you exclaim in full panic.

“Sometimes I just don’t know how to act around you and wait- it’s not like I’m intimidated by you or anything it’s because I get really nervous around you and my heart starts racing a lot and I think you’re really amazing-” you continue rambling about. Words were never your strong suit, a direct contrast to Kazuha’s natural tendency to be oh so articulate.

The samurai smiles, folding his arms as he leans against the doorway. Even amidst your babbling, he’s able to grasp the situation. He’s just waiting for you to say it first.

“I make you nervous? In what way? The same frightening way that monsters appear to new adventurers?” Kazuha asks you, his lips forming a small grin.

"What? No of course not! I’m not like scared of you in that way! It’s just that.. that..”

You fumble around with your words, and lose all composure as you become a flustered mess. Kazuha only chuckles, pulling you close to him so he could rest his forehead on your shoulder. If you weren’t so wrapped up with your words, you would’ve noticed the way Kazuha’s cheeks were absolutely flushed.

“I’m sorry— I didn’t mean to tease you so much. Take your time Y/n, and tell me when you’re ready, yeah?” he reassures you.

You don’t say a single word in response, only nodding along to his question. One of these days, you’d have the courage to face him and be honest with your feelings. And Kazuha could wait forever for that day.

Because unbeknownst to you, while you felt like your heart was racing all of the time around Kazuha, his heart was experiencing the same exact thing. It was only a matter of time before you would learn this though.

AYATO

Being friends with the Kamisato Clan certainly held a lot of perks. Not that you ever utilized these privileges— you were truly close to the Kamisato siblings (and Thoma) simply because you enjoyed being around them.

You were especially close with Ayato. You spent most of your free time up at the estate, and not a day went by where you weren’t in his office, chatting with him. Ayato insisted that you weren’t a bother and that he had just finished his work by the time you showed up- though you had doubts that this happened every time you swung by.

It didn’t take long for you to develop the biggest puppy crush on him.

Nor did it take long for rumors to circulate about you two.

You were walking around Inazuma City, aiming to buy groceries for the next hot pot game planned. And that’s when you heard the hushed whispers behind you.

“Isn’t that the one close to the Kamisato siblings?”

“I think so- I heard they’re just trying to get close to Ayato because he’s the head”

You stilled at their words- none of it was true of course. But you didn’t have any courage in you to tell them otherwise. You genuinely liked Ayato, and you never once used the Kamisato name to uplift yourself. Would anyone believe you though? You were still an outsider, so anyone would see you as someone trying to climb the social ladder. How frustrating. Normally you wouldn’t mind, but what if Ayato thought the same? You constantly pestered him— was he just humoring you this entire time while secretly resenting you?

And from the day onwards, you kept your visits to the estate to a minimum- only swinging by to finish any errands you had with them. And even when you were there, you avoided going to Ayato’s office, only speaking to Ayaka and Thoma. Hopefully he was too swamped with his duties to realize your absence.

But to hope for that was asking for too much.

Because days later, as you were strolling through Inazuma City, you felt a quick tap on your shoulder. Once you turned your head, you were greeted by Ayato’s face, mere inches away from your own.

“Found you,” Ayato smiles, and you feel your cheeks warming up. But before you can let your heart run wild, your eyes do a quick scan of the area around you. It was quite the busy street, and Ayato was bound to be recognized. You quickly grabbed his arm, pulling him to behind one of the shops and out of view from any passerby's.

“What are we doing back here? C’mon, lets go to the shops and buy stuff for our next hot pot game. We had to postpone the last one since you didn’t show up” Ayato says, grasping your hand in his and bringing you back to the bustling streets. You try resisting, still in a panic that someone could see the two of you together.

“Ayato wait no! People might think-” your pleads are quickly interrupted and Ayato comes to a halt, turning back around to face you. His usual smile was gone, replaced with a more serious expression.

“You don’t think I know what the latest gossip is around here? People talk nonsense all of the time. No matter what we do, they’ll always scrutinize us. I’ve learned to just ignore it and let it die down” Ayato tells you.

He hesitates for a second, and the look in his eyes turn solemn.

“However, if you still have objections, I’ll respect your decisions” he says, and you notice how the grip he has on your hand loosens a bit. Because maybe he could ignore these rumors, but the gossip subject was you, and Ayato didn’t know if you wanted to be entangled in such a lifestyle that would warrant this much attention.

You shake your head, adjusting your hand so that the two of you were now interlocking fingers.

“No… I’m fine with them. I just didn’t want you to believe in them either,” you murmur.

Ayato smiles softly at you, “I would never,” he reassures you before bringing your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on the back of your hand. From the corner of your eye you saw how people turned away, whispering amongst themselves. But neither of you cared at all.

“You know if they’re going to keep talking about how you’re using us to gain social status- might as well make you a Kamisato then,” Ayato chuckles, giving you a little wink. Flustered, you divert your gaze away, choosing to focus on the shops the two of you were walking past instead.

You don’t even want to think about what he could be implying— surely he was teasing you. But while you were too busy looking away from him, you missed the way he sported the fainted blush across his cheeks.

in which ayato is enamored with his vice president who (probably) wants nothing to do with him

a/n: modern au, he's the president of the student council, did i already say i love whipped men, 3.9 wc , pt 2

the president is a huge pain in the neck.

"do you know where ayato is?"

the school is unbearably hot. the deathly combination of the lack of working air conditioners and clusters of hot, sweaty, overheated high school students crammed in tiny school rooms leaves the day feeling longer than it is. despite every window in the student council room being open, you still feel the back of your uniform slightly stick onto your back. you would rather be anywhere but in the school building at the moment. however, your wishes were naught as the lack of a certain presence leaves you popping your head through most of the classrooms in hopes of finding a glimpse of the light haired man in one.

"i think he went to speak with his homeroom teacher." someone offhandedly mentioned, one of many on the committee who were unfortunate enough to be tasked to stay after school on a hot humid day.

"can you tell him to look at these proposals whenever he comes back? i’m about to head home-” "are you looking for me?"

the voice you’ve agonizing to hear (for once) pops up beside your ear, much too close for comfort. you’ve been subjected to such antics for too long to react to the warmth that caresses your ear without warning. the papers in your hands find their rightful place on the president’s face.

"yes. every first year class has turned in their proposals for the school festival. you need to look over and approve them." he catches the paper in his hands, a small pout present on his face, promising no good from the familiar glint you catch in his eyes.

"aw... and is it not your duty as the vice president to assist her precious, hardworking president?" he winks, casually sliding next to you while slender fingers dance to place itself on the small of your back, urging you to walk alongside him, opposite of where you had desired to go.

there were many thoughts of struggle and ideas of how to run away, however you (unwillingly) resigned to your fate once more. he always ends up getting his way no matter how much you try to go against it – he was persistent when he wanted to be (and during the most inconvenient times).

“yeah yeah, hard working my ass.” ayato blissfully ignores your words as you’re led to a separate table that ayato has claimed for the both of you. a small desk farther from the rest, next to the window facing the gardens outside. you seat yourself as ayato sets down the papers, looking more pleased than he should in his situation. perhaps it was because he managed to drag his poor vice president to aid in work that should dutifully be his. paying no mind to the daggers sent straight towards his face, he reaches under and pulls your chair closer towards him.

“it’s too hot to be this close to you.”

“it's easier to work together this way.” is his reasoning. cheeky bastard. you hold back your bubbling urge to knock the satisfied smirk he has on his face. you and him both know that these proposals don’t need two people to look at one.

surprisingly, working with Ayato was easy – he’s unusually quiet, and efficient as he works. it's no wonder that he was the only candidate for his position. the only sounds between you two are the rustles of the pages and scratching of your pens against paper.

the student council room slowly starts to settle down as the day runs by, and the overbearing sun starts to take its rest. when the stack of papers have all been marked, you and ayato are the only ones left in the room. irritably enough, you’ve been coaxed to stay after school once again because of your incompetent president who claims that he can’t finish anything unless you’re by his side.

you take a chance to lay your eyes on the man beside you - basking in the warm glow of the sunset, the soft orange hues tint his pale blue locks, the backlight caressing his features, accentuating the beauty that is kamisato ayato. he looks overwhelmingly charming. not that you’d ever tell him; it’d only encourage his already shrewd personality to be more exasperating to deal with.

“let’s walk back together.” he interrupts your thoughts. the teasing smile on his lips tells you that he’s definitely noticed you staring, but he’s holding back his words for once. the chair underneath you screeches unpleasantly against the floor when you abruptly stand up and tug your school bag along you.

“then hurry up. the last train is going to leave soon.” you can hear his silent chuckles as he follows after you. together, you let ayato drop off the proposals in the teachers room before trekking to the station nearby the school.

ayato doesn’t need to ride the train, neither does he need the train pass he purchased. you’ve seen the sleek ebony car that has dropped off him and his sister in the mornings and picked them up in the afternoons. you’re not sure when he suddenly desired to ride the trains in favor of using his luxurious personal chauffeur, which still stops by daily to take his sister.

the cabin in the train is nearly empty, save for the couple of adults who just got off the late work hours, appearing as if they fought through a hurricane, or the few students like yourself clustered together after a study session. you and ayato seat yourself at an empty bench, his shoulders brushing against yours. the ride was mostly filled with comfortable silence between you and the cerulean haired man beside you, save for the few times short remarks were exchanged.

in a particularly quiet moment, something faintly falls onto your shoulder, your body jolting in surprise. wisps of silky blue strands tickle the sides of your face, leaving trails of heat in its wake. his body leans into yours, lithe hands falling from his lap to brush against yours, his touch burning against your skin.

“ayato…?” his name softly falls out of your lips, careful to not rouse him if he was asleep. the man doesn’t respond to his name, long, pale lashes shut against each other. you let yourself relax from the shock, allowing his head to tuck snugly in the crook of your neck. (you take his bag as well, just so there is nothing that could bother his slumber).

a hushed chuckle permeates the air in the train, coming from a granny who holds light tote bags, no doubt filled with groceries from around the block. you turn to look at her, slightly embarrassed at the position you’re in.

“the joy of young love. you should see the way he looks at you. it reminds me of my husband’s eyes.” her words bring a flush to your face when you register what she had meant.

“ah, no no, we aren't like that.!” you desperately will yourself to stay still in your seat, no matter how much you would like to push the man off of you to clear up the misunderstanding, lest he wakes up from a well deserved rest. reluctantly, you’re left to wallow in humiliation as the older lady only laughs a little louder and stands up to walk to the door.

“then don't keep him waiting long.” she's off before you can respond. even though part of your life drained out of you from the conversation, you can feel small tremors beside you on your shoulder. …the little minx was awake the whole time. you really should have never had any consideration for this certain thorn on your side.

“... be quiet or i'll really make sure you go home with more than neck pain.” there isn't any more movement or sound coming from the pale haired man beside you. the hands that had brushed against yours inches to rest on top of yours. a subtle movement you chose to ignore, much to ayato’s satisfaction.

it is unbearably hot today…

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“... and i’ll go hand mr. zhongli the list of third years who will go on this year's trip.” you flip through the packet to briefly scan the details before lifting your eyes to look at the siblings in front of you. “while the president needs to work on looking over these proposals turned in this morning.”

you can't help but give a pointed stare to the two new stacks that have found their way to the table, courtesy of the various classes who had their papers turned in at the last moment. ayaka takes a peek at her brother quickly before giggling airily, sliding the packet in your hands to hers before standing up.

“no, you stay here and i'll get this to mr. zhongli. you and my brother have a lot to look through after all.” a discreet wink is shot towards the pale haired man while a groan bubbles from your throat at her words, hands desperately grabbing onto hers as a silent plea of protest. contrary to his belief, she knows how insistent ayato is to keep you constantly nagging at his side, much to your dismay. she keeps quiet of how horrendous he is at keeping his feelings in check, of all the times he’s (mildly) abused his position just to have a sliver more time together, of how this is the first time she’s witnessed her brother become infatuated with someone. it wouldn’t hurt to assist him now and then.

“work hard!!” with a firm thud, the door is shut, leaving you and ayato left in the room alone.

“...do you actually need help with these.” he doesn't say anything, but taking a look at the cheshire smile he gives you says a thousand words, taunting you along with the dreaded stack of papers that await you.

“i should really make a run for it one day.”

“then i would chase you and bring you back.”

“maybe i should resign from my position.”

“then i will too.”

“...” his cheery facade doesn't falter. “please perish the thought, president. the student council relies on you.”

“does that include you?” you don’t dare to look at his face at the moment, no doubt carrying an expression that hopes to tempt you to say what he wants to hear (you always end up doing so, regardless of if you’ve sneaked a look at his face or not. who wouldn't be weak to a face like his). wordlessly grabbing a stack of papers, you push it in front of him, as well as tucking a pen between his fingers.

“i’m on the council, of course i do.” his lips part again- “no more talking. focus.” you maneuver yourself to sit where ayaka used to be. ayato’s quiet protest immediately stops and he instantly becomes focused, appearing a little more pleased. a little mannerism you’ve learned about ayato after realizing that he became (slightly) more compliant after you were directly beside him. you reach for a stack as well, falling into the familiar flow with him once again.

a knock on the door surprises both of you. it's unusual for someone to do so at the student council door. you stand up and open the door, meeting the anxious eyes of a girl you're not familiar with. she looks slightly disappointed, but doesn’t say anything while you both stare at each other.

“did you need anything from the council?” you start the conversation, cracking a polite smile to combat the uneasy air around her.

“ah- um, is ayato here?” you take a second to register her question. your eyes trace her figure, taking note of the neatly tamed hair and fresh pink shine of lip gloss on her lips. it finally dawns on you what her intentions were.

“ayato, someone is looking for you.” you nod your head towards her before turning back to seat yourself again, burying yourself back into what you were working on before. ayato leaves the room with the girl, softly pulling the door closed behind them.

you can’t delude yourself into believing that you didn’t have some sort of idea of what a young, attractive girl wanted from the most desirable man attending the school. even though he’s been rumored of having a less than favorable crafty attitude that takes years off the vice president's life, no one can deny the charismatic attributes that he flaunts with ease. (and most definitely no one can deny the irresistible visage that is a blessing to the eyes).

it isn’t long before you’re knocked out of your thoughts when the door slides open once more, ayato walking in looking no different than when he had walked out. “that was quick. what did she need?” you feign innocence, part of you curious of what he would tell you.

“nothing important. just another trivial confession.” surprisingly, despite his naturally flirtatious personality along with the stream of confessions he receives, ayato has never dated anyone in the three years you’ve come to know him. if anything, you’ve come to learn of the amount of methods he’s resorted to in order to avoid the amount of confessions he has to deal with. one of the first you remember was finding him perched on top of a shelf, a sight contrary to the composed president you’ve known (how the hell he even managed to climb up there is anyone's guess).

you’re certain one day ayato would be able to feel the captivating feeling of love, and choose someone as his partner sooner or later. your chest pangs at the thought unconsciously. you figure you’d rather not hear about his effortless successes in the romance department while you’ve had less than pleasant experiences.

you hum in response to his words. “‘just another’? im jealous.” these noncommittal words peak the interest of the man beside you.

‘jealous’? did you have someone in mind already? ayato has always been sure of himself, certain of presenting his best front around you. yet nothing he’s done seems to have swayed you, with you growing despondent to his advances, he’s left to hope for any shred of attention you give him, to hope that you continue to spoil his selfish demands and no one else’s. he’s not sure of where he stands in your view, was he just some president that you catered towards because he was your senior? or was he just the older brother of your closest friend? would you let others as close as you let him? his entire body churns at the thought.

he slumps over slightly onto his forearm, peering up at the face that crosses his mind constantly, tracing the slopes of the features he’s long memorized. you notice his stare, narrowing your eyes before bumping his forehead with your hand, in the process moving the strands of blue hair that fell in front of his eyes before looking back at the papers in front of you. he burrows his head in his arms, feeling miffed. it must be idiotic to feel jealous of some sheet of paper.

suddenly this distance doesn’t feel enough anymore…

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you’re faced with one of the most extravagant houses you’ve ever seen in your lifetime when you walk past the gates and towards the door of the kamisato estate. even though you’ve been here a few times in the past, the sheer size of the house never fails to amaze you. it doesn’t take long before ayaka rushes out to pull you into her house, her steps holding a light jump to them in excitement.

“what should we do together?”

…

perhaps you both should have thought twice about your agreed choice of activity. or waited for thoma to come back before attempting to tamper with anything in the kitchen. both of you having been stuck between textbooks more often than pots and pans led to your skills in the kitchen no better than a toddler. looking at your faces alone, someone would assume that both of you managed to explode everything you had attempted to make. flour caked your cheeks, multicolored frosting lined the tips of your noses, and mysterious colored stains have covered the pure white fabric of your uniforms.

despite the struggle and the sacrifice of the kitchen (and cycling through various amounts of recipes), both of you manage to make cookies and safely shove them into the oven. “we really should’ve worn some aprons…” you pinch the front of your uniform away from your body, looking at the many stains that scatter around your blouse. “maybe i should go home and change.” coming out of her giggling fit, ayaka nearly agrees before she suddenly has a thought cross her brain. a maid is reminded that the young mistress of the family indeed shares the same blood as a certain cunning master of the kamisato household when she happens to pass by the kitchen and looks at the smile that stretches across her lips.

“ah, you can change out of your uniform here while we wait for the cookies to bake. i’ll have them washed before the stains become permanent.” she tugs your arm close to her. “i have clothes i can lend to you.” you hum in appreciation, feeling the slightly uncomfortable sticky feeling of your uniform on your skin. you’re led through an unfamiliar hallway and into a dimly lit room, fully furnished and lightly decorated. it looks suspiciously familiar… ayaka digs through one of the drawers before pulling out a neatly folded shirt.

“here’s an extra shirt for you!!” ayaka sounds too eager while handing over the neatly folded shirt with a fresh scent distinctively wafting from it. “i’ll also go change. please wait for me here.”

you thank her before nodding in confirmation, the shirt now in your possession with you alone in the silent room. with a breath of relief, you unbutton your blouse and peel it off your body, setting it down on the floor before pulling on the new shirt. with it unraveled, you finally notice how abnormally large it draped over your figure, much unlike ayaka’s petite sizing. rather, it seems more consistent to the sizing of a certain ocean eyed male of the house, your fingers hesitantly moving to pull each button closed, one by one. perhaps ayaka had made a simple mistake. you didn’t really have any other options anyways.

…

ayato’s not sure where he should be looking right now. the bag that rested on his shoulder lands on the floor with a thump, his wide eyes meet yours. his lips tremble and he can’t prevent himself from letting his eyes wander onto your frame - his shirt adorning your body reaching mid thigh. his shirt. the slight movement you had made snapped him out of his daze, realizing his current position.

“ayato? what’s taking so long?” thoma’s voice echoes through the hallway, his steps sounding closer and closer. ayato moves before his mind can catch up, immediately shutting the door and twisting the lock. “??? is everything okay??”

“yes, i’m fine. you can go first. i’ll be there soon.” his calm words reflect nothing of how his mind is utterly pleased at the sight that greets him, something he doesn't want to share with others. you looked so captivating in his clothes, much better than he had ever imagined. his eyes follow the movement of the sleeve when it slides down your shoulder, his gaze making you shiver with it’s unfamiliarity.

“not that i’m complaining,” his cracks an impish smile that promises no good, slowly approaching you with light steps while you take one back at the same time. “but how did you end up here? in my clothes no less.” the implications behind his words send a visible flush to your face though your eyebrows are scrunched up with a glare sent in his direction.

“ask your sister.” he hums lightly at your words, no doubt choosing to omit them in his mind. his eyes are still tracing your frame, having never left the moment he had stepped into his room. archons above, you really don’t seem to know the conflicting emotions he’s battling at the moment. you’re backed into the edge of his bed, and land onto the soft cushiony sheets with a light bounce.

ayato approaches you before lowering to his knees. one of his hands reaches to gently tug the fallen sleeve back to its original position. his hand travels upwards, his thumb reaching to nudge off the leftover batter on your face. “did you make cookies with ayaka?”

“mhm.”

“did you make some for me?”

“your favorites? of course. it probably doesn’t taste good though.”

“i think they will.” he’s dangerously close to you, his hands pressed beside your legs while his face is mere inches away from yours. a distance that allows you to clearly see the entrancing ocean that swims in his eyes, the only thing in his vision is you. his lips slowly lean up towards yours, coaxing your eyes to widen in surprise, though your head doesn't move away.

he stops short, millimeters away from connecting your lips, his breath brushing against yours.

“oh, i almost did it.” your heart twinges with disappointment when he backs away, no longer able to feel his warmth in proximity. “sorry.”

for all the years you've spent by ayato, you’ve become well-versed at reading his emotions no matter how small, or how well he thinks he can hide them. you would be a fool to not notice the genuine desire that swirls around his expression, his pupils blown wide with affection. you’d certainly be a fool not to notice the regret when he pulls back. how unfair.

you tug at his tie, pulling his face towards yours, allowing you to land a soft kiss on his lips. “do you do this with everyone?” his eyes beam brighter than the surfaces of the ocean.

“just the one i like.” encouraged by your actions, he’s eager to lean towards you once more, but was blocked by your hands. “why can't i kiss you..” you can feel the pout he sports against your hand, almost looking no different than a kicked puppy.

“you only get one,” a drawn out whine is stifled against your lap when his head drops onto it in dissatisfaction. “..my love.” the endearment is foreign on your lips, especially directed to the man you’ve been beside for the past three years.

it seems the phrase satiates him for the moment. his arms now let loose to wander around your waist, sweetly caressing your body slowly. your hands find purchase in his hair, brushing out the unruly blue strands that stick out from nudging against your lap, feeling each strand slip between your fingers smoothly.

the tranquil moment shared between you two unfortunately doesn’t last long. “do you remember the bet that you lost against me? i want to use it now.”

“THAT WAS A YEAR AGO.”

your boyfriend is a huge pain in the neck.

extra:

“welcome back!! the cookies are done!!” a soft cheery voice echoes through the kitchen, muffled slightly by the hand that covers her face, no doubt covering the knowing look she has at the sight of both of you together in the kitchen, ayato unbearably close by your side. thoma also looks up with his face stuffed with a cookie, about to greet you two before another thought crosses his brain.

“wait, isn’t that ayato’s shirt??!”

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 & 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 !

ಌ including: diluc, ayato, kazuha

ಌ genre: fluff

sweetener: ariana grande

୨୧ DILUC :: after a long night of slaying mages and hilichurls you slept soundly in dilucs arms, only to be awoken by soft kisses littering your face. Stirring in your sleep, you heard a foggy voice telling you to wake up, before fluttering your eyes open to see diluc smiling softly at you. "Good morning love, sleep well?" You blushed at the sudden affection so early, you hummed in response. Snuggling into his chest, "Still sleepy?" Nodding agaisnt his chest he chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"No morning kisses?" A smiled tugged at your lips as you leaned up slightly, pressing a kiss to his lips feeling his warm hand rest on the back of your neck, pulling you deeper into the kiss. Making your heart race from the soft his soft yet passionate embrace, pulling back from the kiss a smirk adorned his face. "You seem a little eager this morning." You commented, your eyes not meeting his ruby ones. "Is it wrong to want love from my princess?" He teased, attacking your neck with kisses.

You erupted in giggles, trying to get diluc to stop his assult on your neck. "Y-you can kiss me all you want ju-just stop!" You managed to say, your breaths ragged as he pulled back. "Really?" You heard the grin in his voice as he smirk grew wider.

This was going to be a long morning

୨୧ AYATO :: you awoke to sunlight pouring in through cerulean curtains, rubbing your eyes gently to see a sleeping ayato, smiling softly seeing his peaceful expression. It really was a sight for sore eyes, even in his sleep he looks breathtaking. Cupping his cheek softly you admired his features before pressing a soft kiss to his nose. "Good morning to you too darling." You giggled as you saw ayato's eyes fluttered open, "Good morning baby." Brushing a strand of hair away from your eyes ayato flashed you a tired smile, "Stay in bed with me for a while?" You hummed in response, feeling a arm pull you closer to his chest.

Placing a kiss on your lips passionate he smiled, "I love you so much princess." Your heart almost beat out of your chest at his words, who are you to not love him back?

୨୧ KAZUHA :: you slept soundly in your bed, feeling someone's weight dip into it slight you stirred in your sleep. "Kazu?" Pressing a soft kiss to your temple he reassured you, "Its me love, its okay go back to sleep." Wrapping an arm around you, he felt your body shuffle closer to his tucking your head under his chin. "missed you kazu." You slurred, your voice laced with sleep. "I missed you more pretty, get some rest now." You hummed in response, feeling his soft lips press a kiss to your cheek.

Kazuha had never failed to make you feel loved in many ways, his haiku's he had wrote with his beautiful handwriting. Describing your beauty and nature in such a descriptive way, his words mimicking his psychical love and affection for you.

"Sleep well my princess."

GENSHIN BOYS WITH AN AUTISTIC S/O HEADCANONS (INAZUMA BOYS)⚡️

character(s) — ayato, thoma, heizou, kazuha, itto, gorou

reader’s gender is not specified, nor is their race. I always try to make my fanfics as inclusive as possible

tw/cw — none ig, lemme know if there are any

note(s) — I made this as an autistic person, however this may not include like every trait of someone with autism if that makes sense. PLS DON’T USE THIS FANFIC TO SELF DIAGNOSE URSELF WITH AUTISM, it’s important to get professionally diagnosed due to overlapping symptoms

AYATO

sadly he’s usually busy with being the head of the yashiro commission so he can’t spend as much time with u as he would like to

if u have certain comfort foods? he’s defo asking his maids to make the highest quality version of said food

you stim? he’s ok with that, it doesn’t bother him at all, as long as ur happy. if u want him to he will get you fidget toys

you have hyperfixations? tell him about them, he may not seem like he’s listening whilst he’s signing some documents from other clans, but he is listening to ever single thing ur saying, he’s a very observant guy

his sister loves u and is fully understanding of ur different behaviours, she actually thinks it makes you very unique. whenever ayato is not around due to his work, ayaka is always available for stuff you need too, she’s always happy to help her future sibling in law :))

thoma is also very supportive of you, all of your needs will be met as soon as you ask for them. he sees you as a good friend, so dw about being a burden, he loves u as a brother would

you struggle to make eye contact? that is a ok, ayato doesn’t mind, he knows that ur still listening to him, he refuses to force you to make eye contact with him if it makes you uncomfortable

don’t like large crowded areas? perfect! he doesn’t really like crowded areas himself due to all the attention that’s on him due to his high status, he knows the perfect places in inazume where there are no people

don’t like loud noises? that’s ok too, he will make sure to buy you noise cancelling headphones just in case you need them at any time

one time another clan group came over to his to deal business, and when they noticed you avoiding eye contact and fidgeting with ur hands, they made a snide comment on how you were acting weirdly

safe to say ayato refuses their deal, no one talks to his partner like that and gets away with it Scott free

don’t worry, he comforted you straight after they were gone from ur sights, he even made sure his day after was free so he could spend it with u <33

THOMA

this malewife is just the absolute perfect boyfie to have that’ll be so accepting and understanding of ur autism

sometimes he will ask questions about certain things, u don’t have to answer them tho, he just wants to understand a bit further in depth so he can support you as best as he can

if u ever get overstimulated for whatever reason, he will grab tomaramura for u to cuddle with or just to be there for emotionel support (forgot how to spell the dogs name) (ignore this if ur allergic to dogs)

if u can’t make eye contact he won’t mind, he just wants u to be as comfy as possible around him

if u have comfort foods don’t worry at all, like this man’s got u covered, he’s the best chef tbh, man can cook. he doesn’t care if it’s simple or the most complicated thing to make, he will make it

u have hyperfixations? he loves to hear about them, u can swear he has love hearts in his eyes whenever you talk about what you love

in return, he will talk about the animals that he helps look after, even shows you some of the clothes he’s knitting them🥺

don’t like loud crowded areas? that’s fine, he doesn’t mind a nice walk on the beachside when it’s quiet and peaceful

if ur clingy he lives for that, like hug him all you want, he doesn’t mind. he’s cooking? u can hug him, he’s cleaning? hug him, he can multitask

if anyone ever makes fun of you or belittles u for being autistic, you swear that thoma becomes a different person alltogether, like- where’d ur man go?

dw after he’s done with them he will comfort you sm, cuddles, kisses n anything else u need, he’s on it <33

HEIZOU

at first, he’s not the best with knowing what to do or how to support you, but throughout the relationship he gets way better at understanding you

if ur unable to understand sarcasm, don’t worry, he will let you know if he’s being sarcastic or not, if u want him to tell u that is

doesn’t mind if ur clingy, he lives for that shit. cling to him all u want, he just basks in it, he’s also quite clingy at times, so he appreciates it being reciprocated

if u don’t like loud crowded areas, he’ll try his best to take you places where it’s more quiet or less people are around. if he’s unable to do so, he will just drag you throughout the city until you find a nice quiet spot to relax

if u have certain comfort foods he will buy them when he can, he’s not the best cook, but he’ll try his best when he does cook

if u don’t like making eye contact he’s fine with that too, he can still talk to you and you can still talk to him so what’s the problem?

have hyperfixations? great, he does too. sometimes you guys just end up talking about ur hyperfixations and when u realise the time it’s already night time somehow

one time you were attacked by some samurai cause they thought you were an easy target, safe to say that heizou literally kicked their asses for you :))

KAZUHA

when u tell him ur autistic, he just lightly smiles and says “I know love, the wind already told me”

he always knows whenever ur overstimulated, u don’t have to say/do anything, he has it covered

hate loud noises? if ur on the crux ship then kazuha will ask beidou if the crew and her could possibly keep it down a notch

hate crowded places? he has the perfect spots where only the wind resides, they’re always so calming as well

if u have comfort foods then he will make them or buy them when possible

don’t worry if u can’t make eye contact, he’s totally chill with it, doesn’t bother him at all

if ur clingy he’s fine with that too, you can cling to him as much as you would like and he won’t bat an eye

if u have hyperfixations he will just sit down and listen to them, he can listen to them for hours no matter what

one time a new crew member poked fun at you for your autism, safe to say that they were no longer a crew member the next day

even tho beidou is pretty boisterous and loud, she always tries her best to tone down her tone when speaking with you, she has a small soft spot for you and often buys you ur comfort foods when she has extra mora <33

ARATAKI ITTO

this himbo oni loves you for who you are, like he doesn’t care you have autism, he still thinks ur the coolest person ever, however ur still numero dos, he’s numero uno

whenever ur feeling overstimulated he will get out ushi and let you cuddle with him, if not then he can just be there for emotional support

whenever he has his gang around he always asks them to tone it down just a notch if ur also there, he doesn’t like to be the cause of ur discomfort

clingy asf, like if ur clingy he’s like so happy, hugs for days, kisses for days, just fluffy shenanigans all day

whenever you start stimming he copies you, not in a mean way, he actually enjoys stimming with you, if you want him to of course, if not then he’ll just annoy kuki or sum

one time a member of the tenryo commission made fun of you... safe to say you and kuki had to bust him out of jail again

speaking of kuki she is like amazing with you, very supportive and is the one to go to when ittos not around and up to his shenanigans

have comfort foods? he will buy them when he can, can’t buy them often since he and the gang are sadly broke

talking about ur hyperfixations all day? talking about ur hyperfixations all day :) u and him will both take turns talking about ur current hyperfixations

he’s trying his best ok <33

GOROU

best emotional support dog/hj

when ur feeling overstimulated u don’t have to say anything, he will sense ur overstimulated and cuddle you if you want, he will also let u play with his ears and tail if desired

won’t take for you being picked on by anyone that resides on watatsumi island, he wil give them a very stern talking to, and he’s a general so he can be quite strict when he needs to be

if ur clingy he is too, case solved. no but srs, he’s a dog boy, what did u expect? whenever u guys hug you can hear his tail wagging and thuming on whateverur sitting on

have comfort foods? not to worry, he’s on the case, he will cook for you, don’t test him, cause he will no matter what!

doesn’t mind if u can’t make eye contact, sometimes even he struggles to make eye contact, and he’s a general!

sadly because of his job as a general of an army oftentimes he’s unable to really see you or spend lots of time with you, so when he does have time off you guys make the most of it by spending as much time together as possible

in short, he’s an amazing boyfie who won’t hesitate to receive and give affection when possible <33

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💭 ; lay me in the snow (where my words won't reach you)

synopsis: say it once, say it twice, it overflowed. but we're no longer wasting our last chances. (in other words, unexpected but not exactly unwelcome. that's how they'd describe their confession)

!! : masterlist.

word count: 3,214

pairings: ayato, gorou, kazuha, x gn!reader (separate)

category: fluff, modern/high school au, scenarios

warnings: food/drink (coffee) mention, let me know if there's anything else

notes: this is just my excuse for wanting to write out some cute accidental confession scenes after denying people of the "i love you"s in "bury my heart out of sight" lol -- reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

AYATO.

“ah, so this is where you ran off to.” you sigh, dim lighting filtering through the doorway as ayato looks at your position on the floor with a smile “nice place you’ve got.” he chuckles, closing the door slightly behind him and taking a seat next to you. a sweet silence passes between you, muffled music from the gym and the cheering voices of students echoing through the hallway. you turn your head to gaze at him, resting a hand on your knee with your head leaning against the wall, a tired gaze looking at his peacefully closed eyes and relaxed expression.  

“why’d you come looking for me?” ayato opens an eye, looking at you from the corner of it with a twitch of his lips.  

“it’s my duty as a part of the student council that everyone is enjoying themselves at these types of events. even if it’s just a little bit.” a stifled laugh turns into a cough as you give him a lazy smirk, amused by his words.  

“does that duty not stretch to you yourself? last time i checked, you were voted the king of the dance this year. it’s strange for you to not be interacting with your loving fans. plus,” you shrug “even if that wasn’t in your best interest, you'd at least be discussing the benefits of this event with the rest of the council.” finally turning to face you more, ayato ran a hand through his hair with a sigh.  

“what if i told you that this right here,” he waved a hand between the two of you “was my idea of having a good time?”  

“then i’d say you’re crazy for thinking that hiding out in the janitor’s closet with someone who nearly had a bowl of punch thrown at their face is fun.” it’s faint but you can hear the chuckle that makes its way out of his throat and how his shoulders shake with sound.  

“even if the person i was hiding with is my best friend?”  

“especially if that person is your best friend.” you smile, shifting in your spot to try and get as comfortable as you could in formal wear “god i hate wearing stuff like this. can’t even sit properly in it.” you mutter, a playful glare making its way onto your face when he chuckles again at your misfortune.  

“well i for one, think you look great.” you chuckle weakly, closing your eyes with a sigh and resting your head on the wall again.  

“i highly doubt i look as great as you’re saying right now.” you hear a faint scoff come from him.  

“nonsense. you look stunning as always.” he shifts, wanting to reach beside him and place his hand over yours but instead runs it through his hair. a beat of silence passes as he stares at your form “it’s funny, i see you every day yet i’ve never wanted to kiss you more than right now.” he blurts out, voice hushed as he takes a small moment to realise the things he’s said while being unaware of the heat that crawled up your neck. ayato casts a wary eye as he clears his throat. 

“my apologies, (y/n). my outburst was uncalled for and i’m sorry if anything i said made you uncomfortable. i understand if this changes things between us and i would love to still be friend-” the rest of his words are snuffed out when you pull him in by the collar of his shirt, lips pressed against his and eyes closed. hesitantly, he rests a hand on the back of your neck, thumb drawing circles on your jaw as he melts into the contact. his breath fans across your cheek as he devours the dizzying feeling. you both pull apart, small pants and huffs filling the lack of sound in the closet. you watch with a slight amount of satisfaction as a red hue spreads from ear to ear across his face and the wide adoring eyes that look back with shock.  

“in all fairness” you rub the back of your neck, muttering inaudible words while trying to stifle a grin “i’ve been wanting to do that for a long time now, too.” you manage to whisper out, resting your forehead against his shoulder. a warmth covers your hands as you still grip his collar and raising your eyes you see a warm smile sent your way.  

“if you had told me this morning that i would end up making out with my longtime crush, and best friend since diapers, in a closet, i never would have believed you.” using the wall to brace himself, he gently takes your hands in his own and off of his button-up “now what do you say, would you like to get out of here?”  

“aw, is this where prince charming whisks me away to a whole new world?” you tease, grasping his hand and letting him bring you to your feet. ayato can only let out a soft snort and grin back.  

“if anything, you’re the real saviour here. my ticket to leaving this event. or in other words,” he leans part of his body weight against you “my precious knight in shining armour.” you lightly shove him off you, as he chuckles to himself. 

he pulls you down the dim and empty hallway of the school, the dance forgotten, and dull music covered by laughter as he presses a kiss to your cheek and opens the door for you, cool night air hitting your skin before he takes your hand in his again.  

“i love you.” softly said with such truth and sealed with a squeeze of his hand.

GOROU.

“the usual today, gorou?” he nods, handing you the correct change. blue eyes watch as you smile and move to make his drink, tracking your movements as you appear to glide behind the counter. he should have gone to kokomi for more advice because he’s not ready to do this, nope, not at all. maybe tomorrow? but that’s what he said last week and look where he is right now, the next week with nothing said. 

“here’s your order!” he blinks, shaking himself from his inner thoughts and grabbing the drink from you with a small but tense smile. 

“thanks.” he cringes at the small crack in his voice as a faint blush creeps up his neck. taking a sip, he can’t help but sigh at the taste “i should.. probably move now and stop blocking other people shouldn’t i..” his voice grows quieter with the realisation as he lets out a weak chuckle to go along with it.

“mhm it’s fine. today is quiet so far so it shouldn’t matter too much.” your tap your chin “why don’t you take a seat? i get my break at about ten to fifteen anyway so my co-worker can take my place for a bit.” he grins, nodding and moving to take a seat at an empty table in a corner area of the store. 

for the next fifteen-ish minutes, he watches you serve the next couple of customers that trickle in with a smile. having finished his drink a couple minutes ago, he fiddles with the paper cup, taking off the cup holder before noticing something written in black ink on the side. turning it over, he traces a finger over the smiley face you’d drawn and flushes at the writing. 

this coffee might be hot, 

but you’re definitely hotter ;D 

“hey!” he looks up as you sit across from him “sorry about the wait.” you place your elbow on the table with your hand holding up your head “so, any updates with your life? i’ve been caught up with studying so i’m a bit out of the loop.” gorou doesn’t say anything at first but you catch him looking at what you wrote when making his coffee. 

“oh,” you chuckle “i got inspired from the time when you came up to the counter here. it was your second time here and the line you left on the napkin really had me laughing so i thought i’d offer one in return.” you rub the back of your neck with a sheepish smile “hope you don’t mind.” he shakes his head.

“n-no! i, uh, found it quite funny.” he pauses before continuing “there’s been quite a bit going on school wise these days. kokomi has been busy with helping out the treasurer with school funds lately, so she’s left preparing things for the school dance to me and a couple others on the council.” he sighs “though i’ve been kinda lost myself since well, there’s actually someone i want to ask but haven’t really gotten a clue how.” 

“y’know, i had completely forgotten about there ever being a school dance coming up.” leaning back more in your seat, you study his character a little bit “but honestly, you shouldn’t have anything to worry about really. you’re a great guy, gorou. the biggest bit of advice i’d say is to do something memorable when it comes to asking the person to go with you. you want a lasting impact that will have them looking back on the time and smiling later on.” nodding furiously, gorou takes in every word you say, listening intently so he doesn’t mess up his confession. you chat for a little longer, exchanging words about assignments from shared classes, ideas to help him with planning the actual dance itself, and whatnot. 

“and- oh, crap i have to get back to work.” you stand up from your seat with an apologetic smile “i’ll see you at school then? oh, and remember what i said, im rooting for you gorou.” in his mind he facepalms at his inability to actually talk to you, though waves back as you run off back behind the counter. 

– 

“i just can’t do it, kokomi.” gorou says in a muffled whine “everytime i try to talk to them i just clam up and can barely seem to get a word in.” he heard kokomi chuckle, turning his head so cheek was squashed on the table.

“you said that the main reason you two started talking was because of a pick up line you wrote on a napkin, right?” he flushes but nods “why don’t you take a similar approach again?” 

“that… is actually a really good idea.” he perks up with a shining in his eyes “that way, i won’t have to actually say anything. or well, i’ll probably have to explain myself and all but-” 

kokomi sits back in her seat, satisfied as gorou starts making plans for what he wants the poster to say and when he would do it. since he often goes to the coffee shop at a regular time and it’s usually when there’s the least amount of people, he could just walk in then. excitement ran through him as he smiled at the thought of being able to proudly say he was officially going to the dance with you. 

–

“gorou! didn’t expect you to come in today.” your chipper voice had him smiling “the normal order again?” he patiently waits to the side, still stuck in a slight dream-like state, and observes the people in the shop. 

“one medium latte with a double shot of espresso for gorou!” you smile at him, he seemed to be in such a good mood today so you couldn’t help but ask. 

“oh! well i…” his voice trailed off as he stared into your eyes, zoning out a bit as he thought of what to say “i…” 

“gorou? you good-”

“willyougototheschooldanceme?” he blurts out. a line of emotions flick on your face, your brain going from processing to shock to being flustered in a matter of seconds. gorou looks just as shocked as you are. this wasn’t the plan! 

“i’m so sorry that wasn’t how i wanted to- oh archons kokomi is never going to let me hear the end of this.” he groans, face red and hot as he covers his face with a hand and stiffening when he hears you chuckle. 

“you uh, may want to read what i wrote on your cup.” you say sheepishly, heat crawling up you neck and burning the tips of your ears. he slides the holder off the cup slowly, turning the cup around to stare at the text written on it. 

i like you a latte! 

so will you bean mine at the dance? 

“i guess we’re both kind of a mess when it comes to these things.” you nod along with his words. he starts to laugh and soon enough you join in. 

“so, do you accept mine?” he smiles. 

“of course.”

KAZUHA.

soft chuckles can be heard through the library as the librarian sighs and sends a shush your way. looking over his shoulder at the page, you can’t help but choke up on laughter as kazuha recites the lines of poetry with a straight face. well, tried too at least. even as an admirer of poetry himself, romantic stanzas and free verses’ chalk full of metaphors about hearts fluttering like butterflies always sent chuckles vibrating down his spine. though he couldn’t deny how warm reading these out loud made him feel, imagining your wistful smile as he tells you his latest idea of love.  

“that last poem reminds me of a book i’ve read before.” you muse, head slightly tilted as you relaxed against the bookshelf. he sits back down next to you with his lip curled into a grin.  

“oh really? what was it about?” you scratch the back of your neck, thinking for a moment.  

“it was a classic teen romance novel. new kid in the school meets the main love interest, main love interest falls head over heels for the new kid.” you shift to face him better “the new kid plays hard to get but falls just as hard. the book would’ve been alright except for the fact that they kept dancing around the truth too much to the point where it didn’t feel as satisfying when they did get together in the end.” you shrug, a lopsided grin appearing on your face “wasn’t my favourite read but definitely wasn’t the worst.”  

“what’s the title? i’d like to give it a try and see what all this fuss is about.” he says, laughing at how you blink thoughtlessly before shaking your head.  

“i can’t remember it, sorry. it’s been so long since i’ve read it and besides, it really isn’t worth a whole reading session to get through.” kazuha cocks his head to the side, a curious glint in his eyes as he wants to get you to talk more about this topic of dancing around the truth.  

“can you give me a little more insight then? a summary of sorts or maybe a list of reasons why you dislike it so much.” you groan playfully, feeling him shove you back lightly with a laugh “oh, c’mon. a book can’t be that bad.” 

“it wasn’t. the writing style was quite nice and the plot was interesting enough, but the romantic parts fell flat.” you close your eyes, leaning against his shoulder a bit “there wasn’t the right tension written out for certain scenes like where the main love interest goes to hold the protagonist’s hand and isn’t nervous about it. like how is the person so confident that the protagonist likes them back and isn’t nervous about making a move like that when they’ve only known about each other’s existence for two weeks!” you exclaim, throwing your hands up to prove a point before sighing.  

“then again, the main reason i may not like it may be due to the fact that i probably won’t get to live out a high school romance that’s in those books.” you huff, an exasperated laugh making its way past your lips.  

“what makes you say that?” kazuha watches your expression turn sour, lips pursed and brow furrowing slightly. his fingers twitch, wanting to cup your face and smother away that look to see you laugh and smile again. 

“you really do remind me of this one character from that book.” you snort, fiddling with your fingers “but really, trying to find a proper romance in high school seems so messy. not to mention if you break up with them, you’ll have to see them throughout the halls till you both graduate.”  

“yeah, i guess that makes sense.” he shrugs, trying not to seem so down about it. sitting up more, you tilt your head at him, a look of concern crossing your eyes.  

“did i say something wrong? your tone is off.” you point out. a race of nervousness runs through his bones as he coughs and smiles.  

“no! i mean, no. everything is fine. don’t worry about it.” the sceptical look on your face says it all before you lunge at him, rolling you both onto the floor with you on top of him “hey-” before he can even ask, he breaks out in laughter as you begin to tickle his side.  

“h-hey, wait!” he struggles to regain his bearings when you stop, face flushed as he stares up at you. “what- what was that for?” you smile. 

“i don’t want to force you to tell me anything that’s going on, but frowning doesn’t suit you.” you chuckle. kazuha can’t help the small pout on his lips as he sits up onto his arms, looking at the light from the window hitting your eyes.  

“i love you so much.” he mumbled, shoulders shaking in both laughter and slight heartbreak, knowing that what you said earlier was right “god, i wish i could kiss you.” he stills as your smile grows bigger. he hadn’t noticed the way your laughing had seized earlier or the hitch of your breath when he said those words.  

“say that again.” he gulps, heat creeping up his neck and ears turning pick as you move closer. 

“i wish i could kiss yo-” he eyes widen as you connect your lips with his, hand on his chin and nose nearly touching, before sinking into the feeling. pulling apart with a small gasp, he raises a hand to hover over his lips as a smile forms on his face. he can’t help but giggle at your flustered expression and you soon find yourself joining in again.  

“how’s that for the start of a high school romance?” he says through the chuckles. his breath catches in his throat as you clutch his tie in your hand with a smirk.  

“so far? great. but” you lean in a bit more again, eyes trailing over his face, “i’ll need to check again just to make sure.” 

“you said i reminded you of a character from that book.” he whispered, smiling back “care to tell me which one?” 

“oh, you’re definitely the new kid from that story.” you pull him to you by his tie “because i’ve been wanting this ever since we first started hanging out.” your breath fans across his cheek and nose as he closes the distance and presses his lips against yours, losing himself in the warmth again and how you kissed back with the same passion.

CAN’T TAKE MY EYES OFF OF YOU.

pairing. kamisato ayato x fem!reader

genre. fluff + he’s so fucking in love with you (we love to see it)

synopsis. your husband notices how you seem to look away whenever he makes eye contact with you. so tonight he finally confronts you in his own way.

wc. 0.8k

an. yall i love this man so much omg i cant i was literally blushing while writing this goodbye i'll see myself out now 🚶🏻‍♀️

“ah if only i was reborn as the mirror on your vanity," your husband sighs from behind you.

you laugh and swipe the last bits of your moisturiser on your cheeks. “why?”

“because you get all close and personal with it...” ayato trails off and stares at your figure with steady eyes. “...but not with me."

you raise your brows in confusion, and for some reason your heart skips a beat. "what ever do you mean?" you ask without even looking at him.

ayato walks towards your sitting-figure. tonight, his lavender stare is not one he looks at you with when he wants to share an intimate night with you. rather, it's one of curiosity. he wants to know why you look away every time he has his eyes trained on you. even now you do not meet eyes with him. why is that?

do you not love him as much as you used to? was there something he didn't realise he did wrong? were you bored of life as the yashiro commissioner's wife? he can't seem to think of any other reason for you to look away from him. besides, he loves your eyes! they're such a wonderful shade so he can only wonder why you turn away and limit the time he gets to stare into them.

while those thoughts flood ayato's head, your palms are sweating at how close he's become. panicked, you turn around and stand to meet his eyes at a less strained angle, using the back of your foot to nudge your chair underneath your vanity.

ayato's pout almost makes you laugh if not for how his eyes do not leave your face. you can already feel a herd of butterflies making themselves at home in your stomach at how closely he's observing your expression.

"you're doing it again."

"w- what?" you question, eyes flickering from his gaze to his vanity on the opposite side of the room.

ayato's brows crease ever so slightly, an ungloved finger rising so he can tilt your face towards his. "sweetheart, look at me please."

your cheeks heat up as your hands scramble for something to hold onto when you realise he's closed the gap between your clothed bodies. you then feel a hand planted on your waist. oh archons. "i- it's—it's going to be really difficult if you look at me like that!" your voice does nothing to defend you, high-pitched and breathy.

ayato tilts his head, as if wondering what you mean and you're not entirely sure if he's faking it or not.

you blink, moving your gaze away by an inch but your husband is quick to gently manoeuvre your jaw back so you continue to face him. your expression creases in protest. he only chuckles at your reaction, a smile finally appearing on his handsome face.

he traces circles with his thumb on your waist as an attempt to calm you down. after seeing how you've reacted to his forwardness, the yashiro commissioner is able to put two and two together. "tell me what's on your mind, dear." sigh, does he even realise your string of sanity is about to snap?

you're so out of it. you can't even bear to focus on his words when he studies your facial features like that—ooh that's not good for your heart. your bottom lip is quivering.

you are all he sees.

"n- nothing," you say in a hushed tone.

even after sharing so many lovely nights together, it seems that you still cannot handle the way he looks at you. adorable. he thinks. but he can't just leave his wife suffering all by herself like this. after all, what kind of husband would leave his wife in a state like this? hands pawing on his chest softly, lips curved in nervousness and eyes blinking as if to help you cope with his loving gaze.

"you say 'nothing' but so much is written across your face," a short giggle leaves his lips in amusement. "why don't you join me in bed, hm? i can look at you some more there."

you whine and shove your face into his shoulder. "don't mock me."

ayato takes his chance to pull you in between his arms for a warm embrace, sighing contently. "now i'm not mocking you, i'm simply saying that you are a delight to look at and as your husband, shouldn't i be looking at you the most?"

a playful scoff leaves your lips, momentarily lifting your head to meet his eyes. "oh don't say that—or your reports will come after you."

your husband groans, "darling, don't remind me. i've personally had enough looking at those useless documents." you then hear him click his tongue. "don't try changing the subject either, so join me in bed, will you?"

you sigh an exasperated 'okay, fine' before yelping as you're unceremoniously dragged on to the bed by your giggling husband.

(Sfw) How you spend time with each other in the winter

Characters: Aether, Ayato, Childe, Diluc, Xiao x GN!Reader

Warnings: Ayato is strong enough to catch you (canon tbh), Childe and you kiss but it doesn't get steamy, Xiao is strong enough to carry you (extremely canon tbh)

Notes: For aether's part, let's pretend that you can make it snow in a teapot 🫣 , милая means "darling"

WC: 1.8k words total

"Here you go love," Aether says, handing you a cup of hot cocoa. You smile at him and make room on the couch for him, opening up the giant fuzzy blanket for him to get under.

Aether had done a lot of commissions in the past week, leaving you two unable to spend a lot of time together. It made for some lonely nights, with you having to entertain yourself in the teapot. Today was different-- he had cleared all commissions early and let Jean know that any requests for him were to either be redirected to someone else or have to wait until another day. Today was focused on you, his lover. And he intended to keep it that way.

Once he got comfortable, you adjust so you can lean on him, resting your head on his shoulder. He gives you a kiss on your forehead and rubs your side, causing you to melt as you feel his calloused hands through your shirt. The fireplace was ablaze, warming the entire room up as you watch the snow fall outside.

"I missed this," you sigh, closing your eyes. He nods, taking a sip of his own mug.

"I did too."

In preparation for Christmas, you took it upon yourself as the Lady of the Estate to hang up decorations. Ayato and many of the other servants insisted it wasn't necessary, but you refused to sit by.

"I've decorated my house for years with my family. This will be no different," you explained a few days ago. He wanted to push back, but he figured that there was no harm. Besides, he couldn't deny that seeing the childlike wonder in your eyes from gathering Christmas decorations made him happy for you. This brings you to where you are today.

You were currently decorating the hallways of the estate with wreaths and garlands. Servants would come in throughout the process to drop off more decorations for you to use, or to offer snacks for both you and Ayato. With you on the ladder, everyone was slightly on edge about you falling down. With Ayato there to catch you though, they said nothing.

"Babe, can you pass me a wreath?" He looks up at you and nods, reaching down to grab a wreath from a crate and hand it to you. You thank him and shuffle around on the ladder step to hang it on the pillar, connecting it to some garland. You lean back a bit to admire your work, glancing down the hallway. It's nice to see it all come to fruition slowly. At this rate, it'd be decorated right before Christmas and before families would come over.

As you move to get down, you misstep, tripping on your own feet and falling off. You yelp in surprise and attempt to grab a ladder step, but your fingers just barely brush against it before you're out of reach. Ayato doesn't miss a beat and immediately rushes forward to catch you, gathering you in his arms. You immediately cling to his body, breathing heavily as the quick adrenaline rush you got from falling runs through your body.

Ayato shakes his head and carefully sets you down on the ground, making sure you're able to stand steadily.

"Why don't we take a break?" He suggests, carefully dusting off your clothes. You nod in agreement-- now was a good time for a break.

You and Childe decided to throw a holiday party back at his family house in Sneznyha. Many of the younger kids were running around, laughing, and sneaking cookies off of various trays. The adults were milling around, catching up, and enjoying the drinks all the while gossiping with each other. The energy was high and everyone was having a good time.

You take out the Coulibiac pie you were baking-- Childe's mother had given you the recipe and you wanted to attempt to make it. The smell of spices and baked meat floods the kitchen. It was enough to drag Childe away from wherever he was.

"It smells good, милая (darling)," he comments. You jump a bit in surprise, not expecting to hear anyone, but immediately relax as you feel his warm arms wrap around your waist. You can tell he's already had a bit to drink-- alcohol clings to his clothes like cologne. You wiggle out of his hold, earning a quiet whine.

"I'm glad you think so, but it's hot. I don't want to drop it or burn myself," you gently chide him, walking over to set down the pie on a cooling rack.

"But I miss you," he continues to whine. "You've been cooped up in here all night while the rest of us are out there."

You roll your eyes and flash him a cheeky grin, taking off your apron and setting it aside. You check your reflection in a nearby kitchen, making sure you still looked presentable as you dusted off any food that may have gotten on you.

"Alright, I'll get out there then," you decide, and he cheers, walking up to take your hand. You smile and cross the doorway to enter the living room. However, you don't get far before you feel a tug on your arm and you're pulled slightly back. Confused, you look at Childe.

"What's wrong, baby?" He points up, and you follow your gaze. There was mistletoe hanging over the doorway arch. Your cheeks warm up and you sputter, trying to get words out. Childe's grin widens as he gets closer and gently cups your face between his hands.

"Cat got your tongue, милая?"

You don't get a moment to respond as he leans down and brushes his lips against yours. Instincts take over and you're wrapping your arms around his neck.

When you told Diluc you wanted to bake, he was more than happy to encourage you to do so. Adelinde was surprised but was willing to take a break and have you work on Christmas desserts. You invited Diluc to join you and he agreed, assuming that the process would be calm and straightforward-- your confidence had him believe you had done this enough times to be neat.

He was quickly proven wrong when he stopped to take a look around the kitchen after you both had been baking for the past two hours. The dough was spilled on the counters, the icing was everywhere, and raw eggs and milk were spilled on the counters and in the sinks. It was truly a nightmare.

"You know, when you said you wanted to bake, I assumed that it would be a neater process," he confessed, turning to you. You look up from the cookies you were haphazardly decorating, smearing red icing on what Diluc can only assume was supposed to be a stocking.

"I never said I was the best baker, darling. I said I love baking," you explain. He sighs, nodding.

"I suppose that's right. Adelinde will kill us both and never let us back in the kitchen after this, I'm afraid.'

You giggle, shrugging your shoulders.

"That's alright. I wanted to just do this once, for Christmas. And I'm glad I got to do it with you."

Diluc's chest swells and his face reddens, matching his firey locks. You laugh at this and wave him over, holding up a cookie for him to try.

"C'mon, let's eat some of these before Adelinde gets on our cases."

Xiao didn't often go out and about the city-- he kept to himself mostly. He only appeared to those who called out his name, or when he was at Wangshu Inn to get some almond tofu and recuperate. So when you asked him to take a wall through Liyue Harbor, he hesitated.

"I don't want to cause a commotion for you. I'm an Adeptus, Y/N," he explains. You shrug and turn to grab your winter coat.

"Many of the people of Liyue remember when you and the other Adepti helped save the country from Osial. I can't blame them for getting excited at the prospect of seeing you in person," you counter. As you adjust your coat you look over at Xiao who gives you a pensive look. "If you don't want to come that's fine. I just wanted to ask because I thought it'd be fun!"

He stands there for a bit, watching you finish getting dressed. Just as you grab the door handle to open, he grabs your hand. Surprised, you look back at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes?" He's quiet, almost hesitating to speak.

"I'll come with," he decides. It's quiet for a bit, but slowly a smile breaks out across your face. You open the door and tug him out of your house, laughing.

"Then let's go!"

The day is spent walking around the harbor, talking to various shop owners, and trying out the hot and fresh street food various merchants were selling. You offer Xiao to try a steamed meat bun. He denies the offer at first but at your insistence, he takes a bite. The way his eyes light up as he eats was something you'll never forget. He had gotten excited and ended up devouring half of the bun before realizing you and the merchant were staring at him in amusement. He's quick to compose himself and shove the other half of the bun in your hands.

Xiao was hounded a bit, what with people recognizing him as one of the saviors of the harbor, but it didn't lessen your fun going out and about. It was fun to see him get embarrassed by all the well-deserved praise. By the end of your journey around the harbor, you had gotten tired and passed out on a bench while waiting for Xiao to finish talking with some kids. Noticing your slumped-over figure on the bench, he scoops you up into his arms and begins his journey back to your house. He easily could've teleported back, but he found that he enjoyed holding you like this.

"I want to enjoy this feeling a little longer."

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