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what have you done to me? cyno wonders, tearing his eyes away from your figure. it's tough, he thinks. it's tough looking at his worksheet when you're right there.
ah, wait—there he goes again, thinking of you in ways that friends shouldn't. you've always been right there, next to him, so how is it different now?
your arm brushes with his and cyno's heart nearly hurls from his throat.
wait, what?
blinking furiously, the boy begins to rub his temples out of spite. no way, he broods, no way. no way the brush of your arm got his heart soaring and no way—no way you...
nevermind.
"cyno," you say, and the boy nearly chokes on his own spit as his hands fly from his temples to the table, attention owed fully to you, because archons, you've always had it.
damn you, [name], is all cyno thinks.
"what?" in an attempt to mask his emotions, the boy's voice comes out harsher than anticipated, but oh, you can hear it in the silence: the soft edge to his words and the way his tone quiets a little as he speaks to you. look at him, look at him, dammit—look at him and see the way his vermilion eyes melt into pools of roses, dripping petals trickling with affection but archons, it can't be.
cyno doesn't have time to love, much less love you. you, who have been in his world but now own it. you, who have been his friend from elementary to high school, who have been his friend.
cyno doesn't love you; he never will.
"i need help." pouting, you point bluntly at the easiest math equation cyno has ever seen in his life, but still, he gives in.
he gives in because you're his friend, and not because the way your eyes droop a little makes his heart weep; not because he relishes in your attention and the way your eyes (oh, those lovely eyes) meet his fully because no one, no one, would dare to look at the cyno in the eyes.
no one but you.
"well," cyno pauses to examine your work, "some things just aren't adding up."
the boy resists a smirk once you glare at him, because archon, the way your lips curl into a feigned frown and your eyebrows narrow a little is simply so...
he shakes his head.
"you need to stop making jokes like that," you say, and his heart nearly stops. "i'm a fragile flower, you're treating me so rudely!"
he snorts, heart regaining its tempo from the false alarm because oh, oh, cyno would never dare to anger you—not when the possibility of the feigned pout on your face becoming real hurts him more than he'd like to admit.
"you're more like a weed," he comments dryly.
"i'm able to withstand even the harshest of conditions."
"and are a pain to remove." shrugging, cyno has to turn away from your prying gaze in order to calm the fervency of his heart because oh, there you go again, giving him that glare and all your attention—it's all his, dammit.
"here's my notebook, i have the examples written down," he says before handing you the papers. he can't take it anymore—he can't take the rage of his heart and the way it cries, it cries a pitiful tune, it cries your favorite tune and weeps whenever you don't notice.
you've hexed him, you've cast a spell on him and cyno—the top of the entire graduating class—has been reduced to a fool. but this isn't normal, he thinks, because we're friends. best friends, even.
do best friends click their tongue when your gaze leaves him? do best friends bite their inner cheek in envy as your attention now belongs to his notes instead of him?
cyno looks at you—the you whose attention belongs to something else, as per usual. cyno knows the direction of your gaze and knows when it's on him, he knows when you stare at someone or something else, he knows and knows, and archon, does it hurt.
oh, is it too presumptuous of him to wish for your attention solely to himself? is it too ambitious, to outlandish for him to hope that maybe, just maybe, he could be the subject of your gaze, too?
"[name]," he says. he says your name, he says it just to say it. he says your name as practice for the future because even if the world were ending tomorrow, it would be the first thing he'd think of. cyno says your name, albeit quietly, because he would never dare to soil its owner.
"what?" you respond, not looking up. cyno taps your elbow.
then, you glance up at him.
and then, his thumb swipes against his chest. archon, he thinks, it's crazy. his heart is threatening to spill from his mouth and decorate you in the adorations he's kept to himself—his ribs are threatening to implode because oh, he's yours, he's yours, dammit, so do what you want.
"nothing."
you roll your eyes, and cyno sheds a barely noticeable smile.
you've ruined him—you've broken him down and built a palace of you. cyno doesn't know when or how, but the way you return to his notes only makes him wonder: when will i capture their attention fully?
when will you realize the muse you've created? when will you realize that you've painted the "canvas of cyno" a myriad of your favorite colors, your favorite shows, your favorite things?
and then, his heart stops.
oh, archon. he flicks his forearm. what am i thinking?
you're his friend; nothing more.
→ next chapter, interlude: what you've done to me
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oh god i remember this 😂
AGHHHH BIKER!ALHAITHAM HAS POPPED INTO MY MIND AFTER WRITING THAT ASK AND NOW I MUST SHARE IR
- gepard anon (i love alhaitham guys he’s so fucking fine)
you did not just. GRAHSGSBAG
ill get to the hsr one later but sorry my brain came to him because haitham made me SUFFER TRAGICALLY on his banner but its ok i 1st day triple crowned and maxed his weapon.
anyway a biker!alhaitham that enjoys going out and about alone, people always stare at him especially when he's wearing that full face helmet and they're all wondering who that is. he's not all about the attention, but it's amusing to see how people get so interested in him as he pulls up and waits in front of some random building.
oh, how biker!alhaitham gets the crowds going when he pulls off that helmet— pristine and handsome as he leans against his parked bike. out from a bag he brought, he pulled out a random book— many of which never expected a guy like him to bring. many flock to strike up conversation, but they were all so easily shut down.
the cold, cool, yet cruel.
but then they all notice how biker!alhaitham's head turns at the sight of you, and how quickly the book shuts and is tossed back into his bag. of course, when they were all busy staring at the rider, they never questioned as to why there was another helment with him. what were they looking at? that's for you to find out. ( it's obviously his fucking scultped ass body. )
biker!alhaitham whispers a few little things into your ears, and then the final blow to all the bystanders was how his lips met your forehead in a gentle show of affection. he'd normally never do such things in public— but if the crowd wanted to gawk and stare, then perhaps they'll have to deal with him showing off how lucky you were. he helped you put on that helmet of yours, and it wasn't long until he started up his bike again.
it was easy from there on out, putting your arms around biker!alhaitham's waist and pulling yourself up close against his back. oh, the eyes of others were seething with jealousy at this point.
after all...
who wouldn't want biker!alhaitham as their sweet boyfriend who takes you from place to place?
Person A: “But you’re only children! You shouldn’t be fighting this war!”
Person B: “We haven’t been children for a long time… They made sure of that.”
Person A: “…….Do you honestly think you’re going win this fight?”
Person B: “We have have to. We don’t have another choice.”
“ where do you get your hope? what keeps you going during all this? ”
“ you know, sometimes you don’t have to find the answers. i think it can be enough to just admit you’re lost. for now. ”
“ sometimes, i don’t feel like i’m real. not unless i’m hurting in some way. it’s not like i want to be in pain, but i’m just so used to it. i dunno what to do without it anymore. ”
“ i just keep hoping that one day i’ll have something else motivating me— something more than stubbornness or spite. i wanna feel like i’m living. ”
“ i learned the only thing i can believe in is me. i have faith in myself. that’s how i survived. ”
“ i hope you know i’m proud of you. i’ve seen how hard you’ve been fighting to get where you are. you might feel stuck, but you’re not. you’ve come so far. ”
“ when i told you i loved you, you know i meant that right? i’m not talking just about all those warm feelings. i’m talking about putting in the work. i’m here to stay for the hard parts, not just the pretty ones. ”
“ you don’t have to find the perfect words, just tell me what you’re feeling. i’m here to listen. ”
“ you don’t have to carry it all. humans aren’t made to be solitary creatures. i want to help. all you have to do is ask. ”
“ i know i haven’t always been there in the past, but i’m here now. i’m trying. please, just let me in. ”
“ i still care about you, you know. i could never stop caring about you. but we were both drowning. and one of us had to get out eventually. ”
“ i think you’re still my person. and i’m hoping maybe one day, i can be yours again too. ”
“ i’ll still be here when you need me. that will never change. ”
“ i love you. but i can’t keep watching you destroy yourself. i can’t sit here and watch that anymore. it hurts too much. ”
“ i already forgave you. so why can’t you forgive yourself? ”
“ it’s not about what you think you do or don’t deserve. i get to choose who to love. i’m an adult. and i can make that decision. so i’m here to stay. i’m in this. ”
“ if we’re going to do this again, you have to promise it will be different. you have to show me that you’re ready this time. ”
“ i don’t know how to make you believe that i can make us work again. but i’m not going to give up. i did that once and— well, i’m standing here again because it was the wrong choice. give us another chance. ”
“ i’m lost without you. and i’m not asking you to fix me or be something you’re not. i’m just asking you to keep being the lighthouse you are just by being you. and let me be guide myself by it. ”
“ i’ve never been very good at letting go. and now i feel like there’s too many burdens i’m holding on to and i don’t know how to get rid of them anymore. ”
“ why do you feel like you need to punish yourself so much? ”
“ why do you keep saying that? you’re not alone. i’m standing right here. ”
“ what are you so afraid of? why won’t you let me in? ”
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ᥫ᭡ — LITTLE ROMANTIC GESTURES!
holding their hands
kissing their forehead before sleeping
trying to cook their favourite dish
softly rubbing your nose against theirs
dancing together in the rain
caressing their cheek
pulling them in the warmest hugs
complimenting them at random times
smiling in-between kisses
reassuring nods and being supportive of their choices
leaving small love notes for them to find
remembering their favourite food/drinks and getting them that
gently wiping your tears
helping you wear your necklace and kissing your neck softly
slow dancing with soft smiles
pulling them close while sleeping
making playlists for them
feeding them as they work
being observant to their likes and dislikes
confessing when the other one is sleeping
handwritten letters
resting foreheads together
giving them nicknames
putting a blanket on them as they sleep
fixing their tie
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Woojin: *sneezes*
Chan: Bless you
Changbin: *sneezes*
Felix, already wrapping Changbin in blankets and feeding him soup: Oh my god, are you sick?! How could I have let this happen? You poor thing!
Jisung: *sneezes*
Hyunjin: Oh my fucking god shut the fuck up
Me: I wish Oda would give us an original villain who doesn’t fall into the “Smug bastard” or “undefeatable badass” category :////
Also me when Oda revealed Cracker and Katakuri:
“Nobody in the world has hands this soft.”
“You look like you need a hug.”
“Well, if I tell you, then it wouldn’t be a secret.”
“I need a foot massage, pronto.”
“Wash your hands, then hug me.”
“Can we share the blanket?”
“You’re adorable when you’re mad.”
“Are you sure you’re not cold?”
“I want to spend all my time with you.”
“Ready for our dance?”
“You mean more than anything.”
“You’re cute even when you make that face.”
“Keep it.”
“Your eyes are beautiful.”
“Time for a pillow fight.”
“Is that my shirt?”
“I don’t wanna go without you.”
“Move over.”
“When I’m with you, nothing else matters.”
“I planned the perfect date.”
“Is this romantic enough for you?”
“Stop making me laugh!”
“Take my jacket.”
“That looks hard. Let’s switch.”
“I can’t be mad at you.”
“I love you, but you need to shut up.”
“I love your smile.”
“Gimme your hand.
“You smell fantastic.”
“Thanks for marrying me.”
“I made dinner. Surprise!”
“Don’t touch me while I’m trying to fall asleep.”
“I can’t believe you did this for me.”
“I have never loved you as much as I do right now.”
“I wouldn’t wanna fight you. You’re pretty feisty.”
“Is it weird that was a total turn on?”
“You could always go nude.”
“They’re coming. Kiss me!”
“I’m flattered you’re jealous.”
“I want a baby.”
“Cheers to you and me.”
“Would you warm me up?”
“That was the worst joke I’ve ever heard.”
“All I want is you.”
“If I kiss you right now, I won’t be able to stop.”