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you're a pain in the neck. (literally.)

premise. in which you make a nuisance of yourself in every train ride you share with scaramouche. (inexplicably, he doesn't stop sitting next to you anyway.)

note. we pretend i didn't disappear for months :D enjoy

Neck pain has been increasingly common in Scaramouche's life these days.

The cause of which is sleeping peacefully on his shoulder, snoring softly as the train rattles past. The way you remain deep in slumber despite the constant lurching is impressive, but your knack for unwittingly making yourself a menace to society is even more spectacular.

Scaramouche takes a deep breath—Kazuha always did advise him to be more patient—yet the moment he does, tufts of your hair curl against his skin. A flush rises to his cheeks, body caught between freezing in place and jolting out of his seat, but he digs his fingers to his thighs and wills himself to dispel the urge to shoot upright, in fear of...

In fear of what? Shocking you awake?

Nonsense. He's never been that considerate.

(Still, once the tension bleeds from his body, he lets his shoulders drop, fitting your head snugly against the crook of his neck. He grabs your phone from your loose grip, tucks it securely in your pocket, and allows himself to stare at the dark circles beneath your eyes.

He can let himself worry for a bit.)

--

“What's wrong with you?” Kazuha's concerned gaze settles over Scaramouche's hunched figure, slumped miserably on the desk. His head is craned in a particular angle, and Childe, obnoxious as he is, had erupted in boisterous laughter when Scaramouche entered the lecture hall tilted the very same way. Unfortunately, Scaramouche had been too sore to swat away Childe's phone as he took a picture of him in a zombie filter.

“Got a crick in my neck.”

Kazuha frowns. “Did you sleep badly again?”

Scaramouche scoffs in defeat. “You could say that.”

The next time he sees you enter the train, you're drenched.

You make an effort to dry yourself, wiping rainwater out of your hair with a handkerchief and packing your wet jacket in your bag, but you're still undeniably soaked. Some passengers don't bother to hide their distaste, scooting away to other vacant seats as they shoot you a scornful look. Others aren't so cruel, offering packets of tissues and initiating small talk over the worsening weather. Scaramouche watches as your apologetic expression turns into one of gratitude, sheepishly admitting to the nice aunties you forgot to check the forecast.

Scaramouche doesn't quite give you a spare towel or send you a reassuring smile, but he broods silently from where he sits beside you, scowling at the impudent lot now sitting far, far away. Insolent fools, tactless jerks, ill-mannered garbage—a barrage of insults fly in his head, ones he has learned not to verbalize lest he gets in trouble for his crass mouth again.

When the train pauses to his stop, he pulls out a foldable umbrella from his bag, still seething. He hands it out to you, not making eye contact as he's still glaring at the woman giving you a side-eye. “Take this.”

“Uh...?” Perplexed, you hesitantly accept it. “But...”

“It's fine.” He slings his backpack over his shoulder, walking toward the sliding doors. “So don't come here drenched in the rain next time.”

He doesn't get to hear your response as he speeds off.

--

“I'm an asshole.”

“Is this your moment of self-discovery?”

“Congratulations.”

Scaramouche's eyebrow twitches, but he's much too panicked to make a snarky quip to fire back. It's his fault for picking the wrong people to talk to, anyway—Heizou is a smartass and Xiao has a perpetual stick up his ass. He should've confided to the empathetic Aether instead, or to Venti who gives surprisingly good advice when you least expect it.

“So what made you realize it?” Heizou bites down on a pork cutlet, apparently finished with his daily quota for pissing him off and now fulfilling his obligations as a friend. “Did something happen?”

“Does it have anything to do with how you arrived soaking wet to class?” Xiao adds, poking the tofu on his plate.

“Perhaps you tried stealing an umbrella on your way here?”

“You got it backwards, dumbass. I gave away mine,” Scaramouche scowls.

“That sounds like you did a good thing, then. What's wrong?”

The way he gave it away so roughly. The way he said you could use it so condescendingly. How he'd forgotten to offer words of comfort, no matter how painful or awkward for him, because he'd been so absorbed in pointless matters. How he'd completely ruined his chances of being friends with you by acting like an indifferent jerk.

All because he was too embarrassed to say he's worried you'll catch a cold from the rain.

--

When Scaramouche takes the train the way home, it's him who's dripping rainwater everywhere.

Karma had gotten his new umbrella stolen from the rack, it seems. He just bought it from the convenience store, damn it.

So now he stands by the doors, too reluctant to go any further inside the train. His wet sneakers squeak beneath his feet, hair sticking uncomfortably on his forehead. His shirt clings to him like second skin, and the only thing retaining his modesty (because of course he falls prey to downpour the one time he wears a white button-up) is a heavy sweater vest soaked in water.

“So much for telling me not to come here when I'm drenched.”

A small towel drapes itself over his head, and Scaramouche quickly turns on his feet. Your mouth is curled into a grin when you step to the spot by his side, but not unkindly—you aren't here to mock him or return his cruel words.

Scaramouche grabs the towel sitting atop his head, drying his hair with it. As he does so, you make no move to leave even with plenty of vacant seats remaining unoccupied.

“... Aren't you going to sit?”

“Hm? No.” You're already holding onto a handrail, staring ahead.

“...Why not?”

“I'm keeping you company.”

???

“Oh, and your umbrella.” You fish it from your bag, holding it out for him to take. “Cute pattern, by the way.”

“Wha-” he's about to say ‘what are you talking about,’ but then he sees the cute star print, the gold sparkles bright against navy blue, and his hair rises on end, face flushing a deep red. Nahida was the one who packed it for me...!

“...Cute.”

“I heard you the first time,” he grumbles under his breath, accepting it from your hand.

An endeared smile crosses your face, one that he doesn't see as he stuffs the umbrella into his backpack.

I wasn't talking about the umbrella.

Scaramouche has always made it a habit to take the train before rush hour, but his report is due today, and so he slept for a grand total of two hours last night just to finish it. It wouldn't even be two hours if he hadn't slept through his alarm, but he wishes he'd woken up earlier; if it meant he could've avoided a crowded train, he could stand to lose some minutes of sleep.

“Can you move a bit?”

“Ow, ow...”

“Sorry, I stepped on your foot!”

“I hope nobody comes in at the next stop...”

Scaramouche empathizes with the last remark in particular, because he really couldn't handle it any more.

Presently, he's staring at the ceiling, praying for divine intervention. His neck is starting to hurt but he forces himself to face upwards, otherwise he would...

“This is tough, isn't it?” You laugh awkwardly, your chuckle turning into a wince when an elbow digs to your side. The train car is packed at full capacity, and you wouldn't be exaggerating if you were to say you felt like you were drowning in a sea of people.

“That's a massive understatement,” Scaramouche replies, wishing for death.

“Sorry. I can't go any farther than this.”

“It's fine.”

Actually, nothing is fine.

Scaramouche is trapped against the wall in the farthest location from the exit, surrounded by people from all sides, his stop is two stations away, and he has no idea how he's going to swim all the way through the doors.

Oh, and he's caged between your arms, pressed against your body, and feeling very much like a pervert for sniffing your scent, but it's simply impossible not to smell you at this close proximity (however, it's entirely his fault for thinking you smell good and trying to pinpoint what cologne you use).

Your head is resting on his shoulder, and Scaramouche learns quickly this position is a lot more embarrassing when you're conscious. And fuck, this time he can feel you breathe directly against his neck, puffs of hot air blowing on his reddened skin, and he can only hope for the best you can't sense his racing heartbeat.

You're too goddamn close, even though he can tell you're exerting your utmost effort to create some distance between your bodies. Your arms are straining pushing on the wall just so you wouldn't crush him under your weight, and as much as he should appreciate it, he can hardly think straight over the sound of his pulse in his ears. He's hanging precariously over the edge, and if he crosses his limit, he might just pass away on the spot.

Hell, if he so as much looks down, he's close enough to kiss your forehead, and-

He really shouldn't be thinking about that right now.

So yeah. Scaramouche may look like an idiot facing the ceiling, but at least he isn't at risk of cardiac arrest.

It's fine. This is fine. I'm one stop away. I can survive this. Just a little more.

But the gods above must hate his guts or something because the train screeches to a rough halt at the station, the car rattles violently, and you're squirming underneath him, his hands instinctively wrapping around your waist to steady you, but your head moves to look up at him and-

Scaramouche very nearly astral projects to another plane when he feels your lips graze against his chin.

“Hey, you okay?! Did you hit your head on the wall or something?”

He feels like he did. He's so dizzy and the world is spinning around him, but at the same time you're the only one he can see. This must be unhealthy, Scaramouche thinks, and he wonders how much blood has rushed to his head, coloring his cheeks bright pink, and if he can die from losing too much blood this way.

“Kuni?”

How do you know my name, Scaramouche isn't sure if he really says it, mind still whirring with thoughts, and oh god his hands are still on your waist-

“Your umbrella had a name tag...” You squint at the neon letters displaying the current station, “Hey, your stop is here, isn't it? Excuse me! Coming thro....”

He vaguely remembers your hands pushing him forward and the crowd parting obediently to make way for him when they see his face becoming visibly ill. The rest passes in a blur, and when Scaramouche finally comes to, he's already outside the train station.

For a brief moment, he stays frozen. Then by the corner of his eye, he notices the shopping center.

He stares at the pastel decor from the cosmetic store, approaches the vanity mirror, and if possible, his mind turns even more blank.

A faint kiss mark is stark against his chin, the same color as the lip tint you wear everyday.

“I'm not going.”

Venti sighs, disappointed but not surprised. “You never go to drinking parties with me. Why do you always head straight home after class?”

“Reasons.” Scaramouche closes his laptop and slides it inside his bag, making quick work of packing his things. “In your case, I'd advise you to go less. Being an alcoholic isn't a good look.”

“My liver is strong,” Venti insists, a cheeky grin dancing on his lips. “But seriously, what's up? Don't tell me you have a secret girlfriend you meet up with after class?”

“I was starting to think the same thing,” Aether pipes up, matching curious looks with Venti. “Or maybe you have a boyfriend? Either way, what are they like?”

“I have neither,” Scaramouche grumbles, coming off more pitiful than spiteful. “And I'm coming home early today because Nahida wanted me to get something for dinner.”

“Ehh, that's boring.”

“You're the ones making assumptions by yourselves!” Scaramouche snaps, treading towards the door. “I'm leaving. Don't call me to pick you up when you're wasted, it's Xiao's turn this week.”

“Okay, enjoy your date~”

Scaramouche doesn't even bother replying.

--

You get on the train scheduled for 4:15 everyday.

It's not that Scaramouche deliberately researched this information; he really did just catch the same train rides by chance. Over time, he began to recognize you as a familiar face, and eventually, he even became your headrest.

Not by choice, but he supposes he just has to live with it.

It's not that Scaramouche intentionally takes the same train so he could see your face. At least, that's what he tells himself as he silently pressures the retail cashier to scan his items faster and practically flies out the convenience store to rush for the train.

He glances at his wristwatch. 4:11. I'll make it. He breathes a sigh of relief, and checks the shopping list Nahida texted for good measure. Curry mix, milk, a carton of eggs...

A notification sound rings from his phone.

‘Sorry for the late notice, could you get pudding for dessert too?’

Shit.

Panic flares in his eyes and he spins on his heel, returning to the convenience store. Do I sprint? No, it's still not humanly possible to buy pudding and go back in four minutes... But I could try. Wait, wasn't there a line of customers behind me earlier? I'd still have to wait in line.

Finally, he stops running. This is stupid. Why am I working so hard just to catch this train, anyway?

Before he could even properly sulk about it, Scaramouche bumps into someone hurrying for the train. “Oh, sorry! I wasn't looking-”

Much to his surprise, your face comes into view when he looks, chest heaving for breath. You look like you've been running for a good while, hair in disarray from the wind, the reading glasses perched on your nose askew. And that's how Scaramouche knows you're in a real hurry, if you didn't even have the time to put on your contacts.

“It's okay,” Scaramouche quickly replies, stepping aside out of your path. “The train is still there, don't sweat it.”

He turns to the convenience store, mood lifted. I got to see them, so I guess this way is fine, too.

--

When Scaramouche returns from shopping, he comes back to a strange sight.

“Huh?”

“What are you looking at?”

Good question.

Why was he looking at your figure, still waiting for the next train to come by?

“No, well...” The plastic bags in his hand crinkle when he tightens his grip on them. Scaramouche blinks repeatedly, trying to see if you'll somehow fizzle out of existence if he closes his eyes enough. “You definitely could've made it in time for the train, so why are you still...”

Your lips stretch to a small smile. “I didn't.”

No. You definitely did.

You were at a distance where it'll only take three minutes max to reach the train even if you walked the same pace as a turtle. So why...

“Your face can be surprisingly expressive sometimes, Kuni. You're practically a walking question mark right now.”

“Ku-” He stops himself from speaking before his voice could crack.

“Sorry, you don't like me calling you that?” You're tilting your head at him, putting on puppy eyes. Oh no.

“...No. It's fine.” Damn it. Aether was right—he really is a softie.

However, he's still busy pondering. Sure, it's a stroke of luck and Scaramouche won't look a gift horse in the mouth, but why didn't you take your usual train? You were even running towards the station, arriving with wind-tousled hair and disheveled clothes.

“I was waiting.”

Scaramouche blinks. “For what?”

You stare at him in disbelief, like you seriously can't believe he doesn't know. That's when Scaramouche notices some things about you are a little different from earlier.

Your hair is fixed now, no strands randomly sticking up in the air. Your clothes are neat and tidy too, creases patted down. Your glasses are gone, and Scaramouche isn't sure if it's just his mind playing tricks on him or the color of your lips appears more vibrant from earlier.

He flinches when a sigh escapes you. But then the frown on your face is replaced with a dazzling smile, exasperated but fond.

“Who do you think I'm waiting for, dummy?”

BONUS: A look into the future.

“Has anyone ever told you your chin is really sharp?” Scaramouche grumbles under his breath, movements heavily restricted when your arms are wrapped tightly around his torso and the edge of your chin is stabbing his neck. Cooking breakfast proves to be a lot more of a challenge when a koala is clinging on his back.

“No,” you chirp, grinning ear to ear as you watch him stir the pancake batter over his shoulder. “Has anyone ever told you how cute you look in an apron?”

Scaramouche glowers. “No.” If a living person actually did, they wouldn't be for long.

“That's good.” If possible, you squeeze him even tighter, nuzzling against his face. “I want to keep the adorable Kuni to myself.”

“Disgusting.”

So he says as he leans his head closer when you peck him on the cheek.

Some things just never change, he guesses.

tbh kuni being a tittie lover is so true and i stand by that

“Do you not understand that you have ascended in the top stratum of mortals with my offer?” The emphasis tacked on his words was hard to miss, along with the clear frustration etched across his face that seemed to deepen together with your incredulity.

“Do you know what I think? I think you need to sleep.” You tugged and spread the blanket over your legs, inching just close enough to the bonfire to keep you warm throughout the night.

In disapproval or disbelief, he groaned loudly and treaded heavily in front of you. “And how do I sleep?” He sneered on your face. “How do I sleep in this condition? Pray tell.”

You closed your eyes, humming to the tune of the sleep beckoning you closer. “Well, first and foremost, you need to shut your mouth and lay down.”

“Mortals surely are the daftest creatures that have graced Teyvat. They cannot realize a blessing when they see one. How absurd,” he droned on. His mumbling and murmuring went on for minutes, deliberately causing disturbance to a rather pleasant night under the clear starry sky.

Your nose flared in impatience that you bolted upright, grateful that the blanket did not fly to the nearest fire, before facing him. “And how is refusing you to touch my breast considered daft?”

Immediately up for the challenge, he crossed his arms over his chest and stared you down. “Ha! You do not understand the weight of your words, do you? You should’ve considered yourself fortunate.”

“I have allowed you ten nights to touch my breasts while you sleep because you said it was cold. And despite seeing no correlation between the weather and your hand on my chest, I have let you in your freedom.” You were face to face with him. None of you seemed aware of the mere inch that’s separating your faces. “Tell me, what makes you so addicted to it?”

“They are soft! And supple! And I like how they feel on my hand!” He was out of breath when he finished.

So were you, with the force of his confession. It was you who broke the eye contact first by stomping back to your place.

“You can say I have grown accustomed to them,” he continued. “Perhaps one day I shall see them for myself—”

“Stop talking,” you deadpanned before breathing deeply. At last, you looked at his direction. “C… come here.”

Against the fire, you would’ve thought that his eyes brightened up a fraction. But you knew better than anyone else how he liked to keep his emotions at bay no matter the circumstances.

“You can touch them,” you murmured. “But I have rules.”

“Madness!” he was quick to retort. “You dare make rules?”

“Alright, then, good night.” You pulled the blankets over you again and prepared to lie down.

He sighed, long and ingested with patience. “Alright, alright. I will hear them: your rules.”

You raised one finger. “One, you should not speak anymore. Two, you shall not squeeze—” He gave you a stupefied look. “I’m serious. I cannot sleep when you do that. And those are my rules. How about that?”

“Shall not squeeze? You are merciless. Even I wouldn’t have thought of such cruelty.”

“Stop the nonsensical drama and lie down. Now. We have a long way ahead of us tomorrow and we shall get all the rest we can.” You tapped the space beside you, firm and solid on your words.

Surprisingly, he did not raise any more objections about the set-up. He positioned himself beside you, his hand crawling inside your shirt and finding the treasure there. Like a warm kerchief, his dainty hand cup your breast. It was only a matter of time after that before you heard him softly snoring. Again, for the 11th day, it would seem as though you were to sleep with burning cheeks and swirling stomach.

"I love you, Kunikuzushi."

one word 'love' makes kunikuzushi or known as a wanderer surprised. "You're lying, everyone hates me." he scoffed. You and the wanderer locked eyes, and he realized that you were saying the truth. "I love you Kuni. I love you more than anything in this world." You hugged him that guy tightly like he would be gone in an instant. He felt this feeling where he never felt before in his heart. Was this called love? Since then, Kunikuzushi's understanding of love changed.

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my first time writing + english isn't my first language:p

We must protect this baby at all costs

kunikuzushi

warnings: mild spoilers for scara cutscene. kunikuzushi pre-scara. scara before he got ‘mouched

art by inertraccoon on twitter

It was here where you witnessed his splendor. Smiling eyes caught yours, glistening with such mirthful luster that had you wondering where he had gotten it from. Perhaps the sun, or the luminesced of the waters reflecting the moonlight.

His breathless laughter hung in the air, much like how the stars were strung from the fingers of the deep blue sky.

All this you remembered: His face, his voice, his name.

Kunikuzushi.

At the call of his name, he ambled forth, giggles hindering his movements. Arms extended as a greeting—before tumbling into you, both your bodies toppling to the soft greenness of the earth. Here ensued a pause as you faced each other. A puddle of laughing fools you were; him smiling still with those effervescent optics which shone when they furtively met yours. The white robe of his draped across you, and he felt satisfied knowing he—with the assistance of said white attire—could envelop you entirely in his arms. The scintillating gleam multiplied tenfold when you booped noses before closing the propinquity with a kiss.

Short and sweet was the exchange, and Kunikuzushi felt faint-hearted at the sensation of your soft lips. His whole body stuttered with fervid rhapsodies.

His innocent face bloomed, akin to the sakura blossoms that dusted the grounds of Inazuma City.

The alacritous response from your previous ministration was astounding. You soon found yourself kissing his cheek, eyelids, and forehead, watching in amusement as the sakura before you blossomed into a cherry red. You cooed and cradled his face with such care that should only be shown when handling the most delicate of porcelain.

Foreign was this feeling which twisted his heart in sickly delight. He fed the idyllic euphoria by burrowing further into the safety of your arms, the unblemished apples of his cheeks turning pink like sweet confection. Red from embarrassment or from the warmth your being seeped into his, he wasn’t sure.

He succumbed to this fragility of love, the thing he so earnestly sought in hopes that this prominent feeling would replace the artificiality of his existence—a creation meant to be fleeting, a creation meant to be discarded.

Here part 2

“Y/n? Why does Bu look so depressed?”

Kuni poked at a purple blob in his picnic basket as he took a bite of his sandwich.

“What do you mean? He was fine a few days ago.” You answered from his lap. That’s right. You both are currently having a mid night picnic at Starsnatch Cliff. Eating sandwiches while laying on Kunikuzushi’s lap as he eats his own. The only problem is that Bu seemed sad about something, sitting inside the picnic basket and making sad squeals that sound like “sighs”.

You sat up from his lap and inspected the blob in the basket. Good lord it seems it’ll deflate like a balloon any second. Wonder what’s troubling Bu…

“Yeah but…he’s kinda off these days.”Kunikuzushi looked at Bu worried. He continued, “He doesn’t even go beyond the garden anymore. I don’t think it’s healthy for him to stay holed up in a limited space.”

“Is he sick or something?” You finished your sandwich and carefully picked Bu out of the basket. Instead of being a happy energetic blob, you were met with a sad little slime.

“Oh no…something IS wrong with him.”

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Bu’s sad behaviour has now taken 2 days. He only likes to be in the garden and with his daddy. You’ve flipped through every book on slime illness but none helped. Kuni isn’t having it easier either. He is stressed to the point he ruins his sleep schedule. You wonder…Is he terrified of losing Bu? You wouldn’t lie that you were also scared if anything happened to him. There’s gotta be a reason he is so depressed. So, with another sip of coffee at 11pm, you began to flip through the books again. There’s gotta be something you misse-

???

You heard snores from the living room…

Slowly getting up from your seat and out of your room, you tip toed down the hall.

In the living room, was Kunikuzushi, hugging Bu and a small plant?? They are fast asleep on the couch with a huge messy pile of books surrounding them. You sighed. Quietly getting a blanket, you draped it over them and started cleaning the mess. Once satisfied with the result, you turned to leave when someone grabbed your wrist…

Kunikuzushi was holding it.

“Please don’t go…” he muttered half asleep.

After processing for a few seconds, you gave a small smile and gently used your free hand to caress his cheek. Your eyes wandered on Bu, and you gave the sleeping slime a soft pat. It gave a low squeal and cuddled closer to into its plant.

Sitting beside them, and without causing much disturbance, you guided your roommate to lean on you. He did so sleepily and snuggled into you with Bu and the plant still in his arms as you held them and fell into slumber yourself.

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You woke up. Still on the couch? Yes. Cuddled with your family? No. Where are they?

Just when you thought of that question, you heard noises from the kitchen. Ah…right, they are probably in the kitchen.

You got up from the couch and stretched. Thank god it was a Sunday.

After washing up, you make your way across the hall (a familiar plant catching your sight sitting next to the window) and into the kitchen next door. You met Kuni making pancakes.

“Good morning” you wished him and plopped onto the counter. He looked at you and returned the greeting with a sad little smile. He’s still stressed. You huffed.

“Are you still worried about Bu?” You gently asked him. That remaining small smile of his fell as he hastily flipped a pancake.

“*sigh* Don’t worry, whatever it is, must have a reason. Trust your guardian buddy, we’ll fix the problem in no time!” You tried reassuring him which was replied by another sigh.

“I don’t know…he’s been like this for three days now. It’s pretty concerning. What if we don’t-“

“Oi Oi Oi! Don’t think any of those bad thoughts. You gotta stay strong and positive for him, okay?” You gave him a light bonk.

“Right…”

…..

“By the way why were you hugging a plant in your sleep last night?” Curiosity strikes again. Hold on is that Kuni or a tomato cuz god damn he is red in embarrassment.

“U-Uh…well…ahem, Bu really liked the plant and would whine if I tried to take him away from it…” he tried saying that with a straight face. Keyword: tried. His face was a red mess.

“So…you slept with the plant?” You raised an eyebrow and smirked. He only managed to squeak out a “yes”. ‘Why tf is he so cute?’ you mentally squeal over him.

Wait…speaking of plant where is the tiny blob who cuddled it?

“Kuni, where’s Bu?” You asked.

“Oh, he’s in the garden, probably digging into the soil again.” He chuckled. That’s right our electro slime likes to bury himself in the ground. What a weird little slime Kuni found….

“Pfft, cuddling plants? Burying himself in the ground? What is he? A dendro slime?” You joked as you approached the back door to the garden. Little did you know….

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“Hey little buddy.” You greeted Bu. Kuni was right about him digging holes in the ground. Bu looked up to you from the small pit he was halfway in. He still had a sad look on his face but something was off…Without any squeaks of acknowledgment, he turned to the fence, staring at something.

You stopped in your tracks for a second.

“Everything good?” You tilted your head. No response….you wonder…

You crouched down to his level and tried to spot what he was looking at. Was there something wrong with the fence? Were the small doors for him to crawl in and out of the garden too small? You looked harder and then you realised that…he wasn’t staring at the fence. He was staring beyond it.

Squinting hard, you catch a glimpse of…Dendro slimes…? Now it was pure confusion. Why was he so gloomy at the sight of dendro slimes? Did they bully him whenever he went out?

The dots didn’t connect until Bu hopped out of his hole and approached the small pond in your garden. (Yes you have a pond in your garden fight me)

He stopped at the water and looked at his reflection and made a noise that sounded like a sigh.

Cuddling with plants…digging holes in garden….

Aaand the dots connected.

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“Y/n! Bu! Breakfast is re-AAH“ Kunikuzushi was interrupted when the back door opened to loudly he jumped.

“I KNOW WHAT THE PROBLEM IS!” you declared with Bu in your arms.

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“So let me get this straight…” Kuni sat in front of you and Bu on your lap, arms folded.

“Bu thinks he is a dendro slime.”

“Mhm”

“But he doesn’t look like one,”

“yep”

“And he gets insecure because of it.”

“Correcto!” You nodded.

There was silence for a moment.

“I mean...I guess it does explain his obsession with plants and distaste for those electro crystals…”

“It does!” You exclaimed.

…

Kunikuzushi picked up Bu from your lap and looked into his eyes.

……

“What are we going to do…?” He asked in a hush whisper.

You pondered for a moment and then…, an idea struck.

“Kuni you know how to sew right?”

“Yes but how will sewing help?”

“Okay so- hear me out..”

_____________One hour later…

“Bu~ we’re back!”

“Bu?”

Huh…where did he go?

“Y/n I don’t see Bu anywhere-“ kuni called as he looked under the cushion.

“Calm down he’s probably in the house somewhere. You can’t expect him to sit in one place for an hour.” You replied while checking under the table.

“Right”

“Bu! Where are you?”

“Come out little buddy we got a surprise for y- oh…Kuni I found him!” You saw the familiar blob nestled next to the same plant. The plant next to the window in the hall…

“Oh really? There you are!” Kunikuzushi stood next to you and saw his slime child snoozing away.

He chuckled.

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Bu woke up. His “antenna” feeling funny. He didn’t know what the reason was. It was mid afternoon now with the sky bright blue and for some reason he wanted to go out…

He started off by deciding to “hug” daddy first before leaving. He hopped off the window and made his way to the living room where his family was playing “chess” or whatever they called it. He stopped next to where his daddy was sitting and nuzzled against his leg. Kuni looked down on him and made a “surprised” gasp.

“Y/n look! Bu grew into a dendro slime in his sleep!” He giggled. Bu was confused now.

“Oh my! That is the prettiest dendro slime I’ve ever seen~” you played along.

Bu just stared. Did he finally grow into a dendro slime…? You got him a mirror and-

He was surprised at first, then began shaking with joy. He finally turned into a dendro slime!

You watched in amusement as he hopped around the round with loud squeaks and finally into Kuni’s arms where he got a nice hug.

“Who’s my little dendro slime? You are~” Kuni raised him high up and cooed at him.

“Congrats little buddy! Say, don’t you dendro slimes want to cuddle plants or something?” You raised a playful eyebrow at the slime while patting him. Plants…that seemed to hype him because he jumped out of Kuni’s arms, gave him and you a quick affectionate nuzzle and hopped his way to the garden.

“There, he’s back to normal now. Told ya you could trust your guardian buddy~” You grinned and elbowed him playfully.

“Nice sewing skills by the way. No way I could have made that flower petal acces-“ you paused.

Kunikuzushi was looking at you. Into your eyes. His eyes had pure admiration in them adorned by a small dreamy smile…

You chuckled and pat his head. “Come on dreamer boy, help me with drying the laundry.”

He snapped out of his admiration and replied with a sheepish smile. “Right!”

Here, part 4

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Part 3

“You know, y/n is a very special person in my life. They found me, raised me, patiently taught me so many things…”

Kuni stared at the blue sky above him as he relaxed more under the giant tree of Windrise.

“They taught me about ‘good’ and ‘bad’, how to take care of myself and others…” he gently pat Bu napping away on his lap.

“Taught me how to handle emotions, how to deal with grief, manage anger, to open up…”

He continued,

“Everything, everything but one.”

…..

“They never taught me how to deal with this tingling feeling in my chest. It feels so strange…”

……….

“It’s as if I feel small around them. Am I scared of them? If I am then why do I want to be around them so much? Why so I want them to…”

“To..?”

“To h-hold me and….-“

“PFFT HAHAHAHA-“

“W-WHAT??” He managed to yell despite the embarrassment, his face was so red it looked like sunburn. Unfortunately because of that, Bu woke up. Realising they were being noisy, they quieted down a little.

“Sorry Bu, I didn’t mean to scream. Go back to sleep, Kay?” And so he did. Bu snuggled closer to Kuni, letting out a quiet “sqee” before dozing off again.

……….

“So Kuni…”

“Hm?”

“What I think you are experiencing is…”

“???”

“Love”

He was about to scream again but Venti shushed him in time, pointing at the blob on his lap. He nodded as Venti removed his hand and let him speak.

“You mean…love?”

“Yes”

“You sure it’s not some uh…something else? L-like something um..”

“Nope.”

“So…it’s like those novels?”

“wat”

“….”

“I um- *cough* uh…”

“Forget I asked”

“Gladly”

A very awkward silence danced among them as none of them felt brave enough to break it. Still, Kunikuzushi wanted to know more, so with one sharp inhale,

“If I’m in love with Y/n, then what should I do? Considering you’re the love expert of Mondstadt, any advice?”

“Of course of course! But for my advice so fine, won’t you invite me to dine?” Venti elbowed his arm with a smirk.

“Haha sure, Y/n will be delighted by your visit.” Kunikuzushi replied with a smile.

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“Thanks for visiting us Venti, but are you sure you don’t wanna stay over? It’s a little chilly tonight.” You stood by the door as Venti was about to leave. Yes Venti joined for supper but decided to leave earlier than usual.

“Ehe sweet Y/n, Don’t worry about me, I’ll be just fine! Take care everyone and thanks for the delicious meal!” Venti waved you, Kunikuzushi and your slime child goodbye as he began to turn around and leave. You couldn’t help but feel as if he winked at Kuni…did those two have something going on? Nah.

“Bye Venti, goodnight!”

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“Tip 1: Compliment them”

You stood by the sink, doing the dishes. Kunikuzushi saw this as a perfect opportunity. He shared a look look at Bu, who gave him a nod of confirmation. Then, with a deep breath made his way towards you. Leaning on the counter beside you, he went,

“Hey has anyone ever told you that y-your eyes are p-pretty?” bruh he stuttered. Without taking your eyes off the sink, you went,

“Aw thanks”

????

Expectation: *flushed y/n*

Reality: often disappointing

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“Tip 2: Leave them small gifts”

“Okay Bu, the first plan didn’t go as expected. Time to step things up a little.” Kunikuzushi said as he picked the most perfect Cecelia of his garden. Bu wasn’t paying attention though, he was busy playing with another plant in the backyard. Kunikuzushi approached him with the flower and crouched down to his level.

“Bu, my son, my child.”

“Squeak?”

“Can I trust you to deliver this flower?”

“Squeak!”

“I knew I could count on you :)” Kunikuzushi pat him with a bright smile. He then balanced the flower on his head, hoping it won’t fall off.

“Okay Bu, I want you to deliver this flower to Y/n. Please don’t drop it…”

“Squeak!”

And with that Bu entered the house.

Expectation: “Did Kuni give me this flower?” *flushed y/n*

Reality: Kunikuzushi entered the house after a while, expecting to see a lovestruck y/n. His dreams were brutally shattered as he saw you hugging Bu and giggling while kissing the top of his “head”.

“Aww Bu did you get this for me? You’re so sweet!”

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Part 4

Also before we start i'd like to warn you that things get suggestive but no honking donking takes place. I physically cannot write the hooga booga.

Idk how to write suggestive stuff so if you die of cringe then it's not my fault cuz I warned ya.

You may now continue.

Here we see…a sight that’s too weird to explain bruh. Bu is desperately nudging Kunikuzushi’s head as he proceeds to sulk on a table depressed. Lisa had seen her gloomy assistant this morning and tried to ask what the matter was. She gave up after a few hours though.

Coming back to Bu who had the expression and squeaks of “I swear it wasn’t my intention, even I didn’t see it coming!”

“I know Bu, I don’t blame you….” Bu gave a confused squeak as Kuni propped his head up.

“I’m just confused. How dense can a human be?!?” The slime was immediately silenced as he found himself unable to reply. Kuni takes his que to rant.

“They see me as a little brother. A LITTLE BROTHER! I TRIED EVERYTHING VENTI TAUGHT AND I GOT BROTHER ZONED! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH IT SUCKS TO BE BROTHER ZONED?? I MADE A CHEEZY FLIRT AND THEY JUST PAT MY HEAD WITH A GIGGLE.”

“Sweetie I understand your crush won’t notice you but keep it down. We’re in the library.” Lisa poked her head from the bookshelves and went back to her work.

“Sorry…” he groaned and massaged his temples. Bu trying his best to be supportive rubbed his arm.

“Ugh my break’s over now, let’s go Bu.” Deciding to ignore his pain with work, Kuni got up from his seat and began to pick up the books from the table to arrange in their respective shelves. Bu trying his best to assist him hopped off his seat and pointed out the shelves. (The little guy was even carrying small books on his head)

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The shift was finally over.

“Goodnight Kuni! Goodnight Bu! I hope to see you two tomorrow~” Lisa waved him bye at the footsteps of the Favonius building.

“Goodnight Lisa!”

“Squee squeak!”

It was dark right now. They stars and constellations shone like glitter in the sky and the moon looked like a massive pearl. It was a perfect sight for stargazing but Kuni just wanted to go home. He was a little tired, and so was his slime partner. Maybe he'll take you stargazing later?

“So Bu, what should we have for dinner?”

……

He was peacefully asleep on top of his head.

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“I'm home!" you called out as you took your shoes off and dropped your weapon next to the shoe rack like a zombie. Your day could have gone smoothly if it wasn't for reckless Pallard being stupid. Your exhaustion was however was quickly forgotten as Bu bounced his way to greet you excitedly. You opened your arms and as he jumped into them, you were filled with euphoria.

“Squeak squee!”

“I know baby I missed you too!” You exclaimed as you rubbed your cheek against his “head”.

“I see someone is back very early!” Came your roommates voice from the kitchen full of sarcasm.

“Hey Kuni!” You made you way into the kitchen with Bu in your arms to greet your boyfriend. He was setting the table with dinner and honestly you couldn’t ask for more. Right now you just want to eat and go to sleep.

“Welcome back, I trust your day went we- WHAT HAPPENED??” Oh boy he saw your messy state huh…well you usually look gorgeous reader but right now you looked like a hilichurl who dove into mud. All thanks to Pallard. Everybody say Fuck you pallard.

“Hi :D”

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“You seriously need to be more careful you know! Do you know how dangerous a gang of hilichurls can be??” Kuni’s voice was muffed but clear behind the bathroom door. After seeing your state he immediately pushed you into the bath, heck he was even ready to bathe you in case you couldn’t but after insisting you’re fine he let you be alone in your bathtub. Dang reader you scored a very worried wife.

“Once you are done then let me help you patch up okay? I really don’t want you pushing yourself since you just came back in such a disheveled sta-“

“Alright alright no need to be so worried!” his sentence was cut short as you stepped out of the bathroom all clean. From the steam you emerged, in just a towel around your body. It hugged your torso and revealed your shape way more than it should. Your scars, birthmarks, fresh injuries you got today were all in front of him to see.

Kuni.exe has stopped working. Seriously he froze. You looked so divine to him he found it hard to look away. No, he found it very hard to control himself. He felt blood hush into his cheeks and his "empty" chest thumping wildly.

“Ayo you good?”

And he snapped out of his dazed state.

“Y-yeah um, you uh-“ and now he’s broken. Have mercy on him reader.

“Uh huh, yeah injuries. *cough* Could you please get out first? I need to put some clothes on.”

“RIGHT!” And with that he tried to rush out of the room. Key word: tried. He bumped into the door frame along the way. In case if you’re wondering, Bu came looking for you with a medkit on his head but got confused when he saw his dad rush out of your room and slamming the door. Now Kuni is the one who looked like a mess as he slid down against the door. He covered his mouth and processed what he just saw.

“Y/n...why are you doing this to me…” he panted through heavy breaths. Your body flashed in his mind and he couldn't help but shamefully imagine what you looked without the towel covering you.

He really can’t hold on any longer.

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What was that all about? You just stared at the door, not knowing a puppet is waiting behind it. Anyways better dry yourself. As for the injuries, you noticed there really was nothing major except for small cuts and bruises. Opening your wardrobe, you decided to throw on your (pajamas of choice) and dried your hair.

Why do you hear heavy breathing outside your door? Better check it out.

"Kuni, I'm done!"

...

"Kuni?"

.........

You were met with silence. Looking around the dark hall, you could see Bu sleeping next to the plant on the window. You walked up to him quietly and asked in the softest way possible,

"Bu, have you seen your daddy?"

Bu gave a sleepy mewl and pointed towards the living room with his flower head.

"Thanks kiddo" you gave him a head pat and watched him drift off again.

Did Kuni fall asleep on the couch?

The living room seemed normal at first. It was dimly lit but enough for you to navigate around. Moonlight poured out the window giving the room a mix of honey and sapphire. It looked comforting but then came the feeling of being watched. Something was there. It was watching your every move. You just couldn't tell what it was. It made you nervous but with all you bravery you opened your mouth.

"Kuni, are yo- AH!"

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He pinned them against the wall. It kinda started them. Still, they opened their eyes to see him. From the window beside them, the moonlight fell on his flustered face. His mouth was in a pout and his glossy eyes showed symptoms of frustration. His pale skin had flushed cheeks.

"Kuni? What are you doin-"

"Just stop playing so dumb!"

"???"

His face was mad. And his voice was on the verge of cracking. He was on the verge of blowing up.

"I'm trying so hard! Yet here you are being so oblivious and naive to all my advances...how can a human be so dense?!?"

Is he talking about...

Now the dots were slowly being connected. He never does anything to make him a stammering fool but this week he's been strage. Those compliments, the flowers, Bu cannot pick them so tenderly! He has no hands. Could it be that...

"Y/n. Look me in the eyes and tell me, am I ever going to be more than a brother to you?"

Oh. So it is exactly that. Heh.

“Ara ara~" you smirked as you gently held his chin, your other arm snaking around his waist. He turned red from the contact, his arms getting weak.

"Are you trying to kabedon me Kuni-chan?" You lifted his face to meet his eyes. He was a mess.

"How cute~"

"I- answer me!"

"shh.." You shushed him with your finger. Now he felt like he would melt any second.

You leaned closer to his face, close enough to feel each other's breath. In the most seductive tone, you whispered,

"Actions speak louder than words. I want my answer to be louder and clearer for you."

He let out a gasp as he felt himself being pushed onto the couch. He closed his eyes and landed on the soft cushions, but when he opened them, you were there. You were hovering on top of him, caging him between your arms. In the dim lamp of the room, your honey lit eyes held one thing. Passion. For him.

You gently stroked his face, Staring into his violet eyes. He found it hard to look away.

“Oh Doll…” you exhaled. Kuni swallowed the lump in his throat. You leaned closer towards him as he closed his eyes in anticipation.

Only to feel suffocated. Literally. He can't breathe. All his air supply was cut off. He struggled but it was akin to punching air.

WHAT'S GOING ON-

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Kuni woke up with a loud gasp as Bu fell beside him on the table.

He took his time to cherish the sweet oxygen and then take in his surroundings. Large bookshelves surrounded him and the bright sun leaked through the window behind him.

Wait...was he asleep in the library? Was it all a dream....?

He looked around to see Bu upside down and dizzy. He quickly grabbed him and put him upright.

"Bu, did you fall asleep on my face again?"

"squee"

"...."

So that explains the suffocation. Wait- that dream!

His face got flushed with embarrassment remembering the events. Still, he wondered what would have happened if he wasn't suffocated by his slime child.

"Don't do it again, okay? You almost suffocated me in my sleep."

"Squeak!"

And so those two stretched and continued their library work as if nothing happened.

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