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lettucebee17 · 10 months

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For the writing request: both Idia and Azul seem to have self esteem issues in the very least in the game. Maybe something exploring that, if you don't mind? Doesn't have to be shipped, friends can support friends too:D

I've had this request in my inbox for over a month and I decide to finish it today when ao3 is down... :(

I wanted to get it to you anyway so I'll just post it on ao3 when it comes back.

Thank you for the request! I hope it is satisfactory!! It can be read romantically or platonically depending on your preference!

Requests are still open: the details are linked in my pinned post

Fic under the cut:

Idia Shroud was, definitively, not the kind of person who worried about other people. Then again, Azul Ashengrotto was not the kind of person to skip out on board game club without so much as a text. The latest Azul had ever been to a club meeting was three minutes, and that had been after texting Idia the exact details of why he’d be late (possibly even more details than Idia had wanted or needed). So, after waiting fifteen minutes for the other housewarden to show up, Idia started to pack up his own things. Of course, there were other members of the club that he could play games with, but he knew from prior experience that that was usually just more annoying than it was worth - not that he’d ever let Azul hear that.

It was most definitely not because he was worried that he took a more roundabout path toward the hall of mirrors as he left the clubroom. What reason would he even have to go looking for Azul? It wasn’t as if something would have happened. Besides, Azul could take care of himself even if something had.

Idia almost didn’t hear the talking coming from a nearby classroom over his own internal monologue. However, it was generally pretty easy to hear Kalim’s voice over anything. Although, Kalim’s voice on its own wouldn’t have stopped him - Floyd’s did that.

“C’mon Azul! Sea Otter just wants to see~!” Azul? Following the voices, Idia found himself standing at the open door of a classroom. Inside, he could see Kalim, Floyd, Riddle, and Ruggie gathered around Azul. His clubmate was leaning against a desk, clearly trying to look casual and composed, though his arms were wrapped tightly around his abdomen. Idia knew that stance - he’d practically invented it - but seeing it on Azul was foreign.

“I explicitly told you not to bring this up, Floyd.” Azul’s voice presented itself as confident and threatening, but Idia could hear it waver even from his place at the door. It was a wonder no one else could tell how uncomfortable he seemed - or maybe they just didn’t care.

“I have to admit, I’m curious to see your true form as well.” The arms around Azul’s middle tightened at Riddle’s comment.

Idia Shroud was also, definitively, the kind of person who thought before he spoke. Unfortunately, he seemed to have thrown that fact out the window as he stepped further into the room, alerting the others of his presence.

“Um… Azul? Sry to interrupt… uh, could I er- could we talk about something?” He paused in his quiet stuttering as all five of them stared at him. “Not in here?”

Idia had to refrain himself from mirroring Azul’s uncomfortable stance as the octopus raised a skeptical eyebrow at him. He tried to smile, immediately regretting the grimace that graced his face instead. Azul tilted his head, speculatively, though his arms didn’t loosen from their protective spot around him. “Alright.”

Despite the mild protests from the other sophomores in the room, Azul extracted himself from his spot on the desk to follow after Idia as he left the classroom. As they walked, Idia dimly noted in the back of his head that Azul’s arms didn’t loosen from his abdomen. Azul quietly followed Idia into a different empty classroom at the end of the hall. Idia’s racing thoughts drowned out the uncomfortable silence that fell over them as they stood in the room.

“What did you need to talk about?” Idia startled out of his mind at the question, turning back to look at Azul again, who had resumed the exact same position he’d had in the other classroom, leaning against a desk. The tremor in his voice was more noticeable now without anyone louder to cover it up.

“Wut?” A wave of embarrassment washed over the older boy when he remembered the ruse he’d used to get Azul here in the first place, not even two minutes ago. “Oh. Nothing. You just looked like you’d wandered into a boss battle you were about ten levels too low for and I didn’t want you to get ganked…” Idia trailed off as Azul’s eyes narrowed further with each word he said. “You looked uncomfortable,” he amended.

Azul’s eyes widened minutely and his mouth fell slightly open before returning to their default settings just as quickly. The silence regained its grip on the room when Azul didn’t respond. Idia’s mouth skewed a bit further each time he glanced at Azul only to find the arms tightening more. Gathering all the determination he could muster within himself with a sigh, Idia unzipped the hoodie he wore over his uniform. He opened his mouth to say something, but it seemed that was where his determination ran out and he ended up staring at the floor while wordlessly holding the hoodie toward Azul. It wasn’t until he felt the weight lifting from his hand that he looked back up to find Azul’s confused face staring back at him from a tilted head.

“It helps with the…” He trailed off, raising one hand in a gesture that was indecipherable to anyone else except maybe Ortho. Luckily, Azul gave him a small nod and an affirmative hum before slipping his arms into Idia’s hoodie.

With another uncomfortable sigh, Idia dropped his own arms heavily to his sides and spun around to lean against the desk next to Azul, perfectly content to let the silence linger over them. He felt bare in only his uniform dress shirt, but Azul’s arms had finally untangled him as he, instead, started rubbing at the material of the sleeves that fell down too far over his hands. Idia felt a small smile wash over his face at the sight of the oversized sweatshirt on his smaller friend. They stood there for a few minutes and Idia listened to Azul’s breath even out and watched his posture return to its usual state.

“Thanks.” There was still an uneasy vulnerability in Azul’s eyes as they locked onto Idia’s, but the softness of his voice put Idia’s own uneasiness to rest.

“Yeah, I mean… um, you’re welcome?” It wasn’t supposed to be a question, but Idia would take what he could get. And what he got was a tiny chuckle from Azul so he supposed that was fine. “I get it. I mean–! I don’t get it, get it. I obviously don’t know exactly what’s up with you… Not that there’s anything up with you, I just mean—” He cut himself off with a frustrated noise. “Why aren’t there dialogue options irl?”

“You’re doing fine.” Azul punctuated his statement by leaning over and bumping his shoulder gently into Idia’s with a soft smile, threatening to knock the taller boy to the floor. Regaining his balance, Idia let out a small, self-pitying laugh and returned Azul’s smile.

“You know, since we’re missing board game club…” Idia paused, briefly remembering that he usually liked to think before he spoke, especially when he was about to say things like the thing he was about to say. Azul’s head tilt reminded him why he was about to say it in the first place. “I have some games in my room if you wanted to…” The implication was all he could manage to get out before self-consciousness grasped his vocal chords again.

“Alright.” Golden eyes widened at the easy agreement as Azul straightened up, adjusting his glasses before tucking his hands in the pockets of Idia’s hoodie and heading toward the door, confident demeanor returning in full force, though he used his hands in the pockets to wrap the sweatshirt tighter around him. Idia briefly wished he could do the same, having given his precious self-esteem buff to Azul. But, he had plenty of sweatshirts back in his room, he could tough it out for fifteen minutes or so if it meant Azul wasn’t shrinking in on himself anymore.

“Alright.” The older boy repeated Azul’s statement to himself as he followed the octopus out the door again, not mentioning when Azul took a longer path to the hall of mirrors to avoid the classroom Idia had found him in.

As they walked, Idia’s thoughts took the opportunity to run rampant once again. Floyd had been one of the people causing Azul to feel that way. Idia had thought Floyd was one of Azul’s closest friends. If Floyd caused the problem, did that mean Azul didn’t have anyone to talk to when he got like that? Idia couldn’t imagine either of the twins being any sort of comfort to anxiety. He knew he wasn’t one to talk, but at least he had Ortho when things got too bad. What did Azul do? Hide in his room until it went away?

“Idia.” He must have gotten too lost in his thoughts. When had they arrived at the Ignihyde mirror and why was Azul looking at him with that much concern? “I’m okay.”

“I know that. But, if you ever…” He paused. “If you ever need someone to, I don’t know, talk to? I’m… here, I guess.”

Azul chuckled. “I could say the same thing to you, you know?”

“Fair enough.” Idia Shroud was, definitely, not the kind of person who worried about other people. Then again, he also wasn’t the kind of person to give his hoodie to someone else, so he supposed he was throwing a lot of facts out the window today.

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