Hi!!! Congrats on the 1000 followers, I hope I'm not too late for request.
If it's alright, I would like to request a scenario where Sebek, after a few months of being with his (preferably male) s/o, finds out that the reason why his s/o never initiate anything (never text or call first, never ask for a hug or anything, etc.) is because the s/o is afraid they'll come across too needy and ruin the relationship.
I don't know if this count toward angst or not so I would like to apologise beforehand if it does. Thank you for your time!
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Thank you so much anonn. I hope this didn't take too long to finish 😭
"Display of affection...?" Sebek scratched the back of his head in confusion. He's been absorbed in the book he was reading for the last hour. No matter how many times he'd play back all the moments you've been together, you've never exhibited any of the signs the book had listed. Not even once.
Nicknames, hand holding, resting your head on your lover's shoulder, saying 'I love you' in between moments. There was a tinge of shame that he felt well deep inside him. Had he failed as your lover? He followed the romance books Lilia picked out for him. He still vividly recalls the exchange between them.
"Master Lilia! I've come to seek your aid!" Sebek announced, rudely busting through Diasomnia's large double-doors.
Abandoning his ongoing meeting, Lilia turned to face him, his expression shifting from a serious one to a more peppy demeanor. "Why if it isn't Sebek! Ever-lively as always, I see," the Diasomnia vice chuckled.
"I... I need help with MC."
"Oh? Have you two been on the rocks lately?"
"No, we're faring smoothly. I need your advice on how to become a better lover! I want to give it my all, but I'm not sure how..." Sebek's voice became hushed. He was embarrassed, sure, but he doesn't want to back out. Not now. "I'm certain that with your extensive knowledge, there has to be a solution."
"You flatter me. How cute." And as an idea came into Lilia Vanrouge's mind, his smile grew bigger. "I've got a solution for your woes. You're an avid reader, no? There's this one book I've collected from my travels, I'm sure it will teach you all you need to know about romance!" The fae chirped.
The book was titled, 'Instructional Guide for the Romantically Challenged (For Dummies)'. A fine piece of work, truly.
"Sebek, you're going to run late for club activities." A voice called. It was yours. He knows that voice, even in a crowd he would be able to recognize it.
"Instructional... for the Romantically Challenged?" You dragged the words out in confusion. Looking past your puzzled expression, the subtle shift in your look told him that you knew what the book meant. You averted his gaze and tried to shy away.
It pulled him out of a trance. It pulled him out of the path he'd been fruitlessly circling. But now you're here, now he has a chance to ask you.
"You..." his attempt to give a serious growl ended up turning into a concerned whimper. "Is there something about me? Is it something I did? Or something I didn't? Something that makes you so distant," his voice faltered, surprising even himself. He didn't want to be seen like this, vulnerable, but he was.
"It has nothing to do with you," you took a deep breath.
"But it does. I'm your boyfriend. Whatever it is that bothers you, you can tell me," he looked you in the eye. "You can trust me."
"I don't... I don't want to be needy. I'm not needy. Sebek, I'm content with what I have now. If I push too far... no. I don't want to cross boundaries I shouldn't," you were shaking.
Sebek was at a loss for words. For once, since that day Lilia handed it to him, he shut the book. He rushed to your side.
Sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you think that.
But the words refused to come out of his throat. He never knew. He should've known, he would've done something immediately instead of letting you combat your own anxiety by yourself.
Cupping your cheek, he now had the courage to speak. He now had the resolve to face this problem.
"I'm sorry. I should've known," he held you tight, he leaned his head over your shoulder. "Berate yourself all you want, but I'll never think of you as a nuisance. You're not needy and you're certainly not pushing too far. If anything you're pushing yourself away." Sebek closed his eyes for a moment.
"I want to face this... I want to face us. I don't want to run away from this. And you shouldn't too. Small steps, MC, small steps. You don't have to do all those gestures if you don't want to, at least not right away. We can do this together," he held your hand.
Your palm felt cold. He gave it a soft squeeze.
He faced you, determination burning behind the lush forest that were his irises.
"I am Sebek Zigvolt, a freshman from Diasomnia dorm and MC's boyfriend. Pleased to meet you," he declared, loud and proud as always.
"MC, the prefect of Ramshackle Dorm and... and Sebek Zigvolt's lover."
As if the words were sacred promises, he sealed them with a kiss.
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