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Énouement [5]

“Uhm... thank you,” she says shyly, running her eyes over your uniform until she finds your name tag, “Akashi-kun... right?”

You give her a perplexed look. Huh? Why are her cheeks so red? Is she that worried?

a/n: so it's finally here. sorry if i made anyone wait too long. just for some reason this chapter got really difficult for me and i couldn't bring myself to finish it. i haven't really proofread this, so i apologize for any mistakes. hope you understand. enjoy!

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ch. 5. koi no yokan

You open your eyes, breathing heavily. The remnants of the images from your dream are still imprinted on the your eyelids. You gulp down the scream you never heard. Your throat is dry. Droplets of sweat glisten on your forehead. Your eyes dart from side to side, lost in thought.

You see a couple of figures near you. You make out blond hair, chaotic steps from side to side and you can almost feel the clatter of his teeth against each other:

“Whatdowedowhatdowedowhatdowedowhatdowedo it's all my fault.”

You make out ginger hair, muscular arms resting at his sides, a low voice:

“Should we go to the hospital?”

“Surely he should go to the hospital! After something like that, you think he's just going to get up and go home like nothing happened? Of course he has to go to the hospital!”

In the emotional, slightly nervous voice, you recognize Sakura.

A low wheeze escapes from your throat. You cough painfully. Your eyes are still blurry in front of you, the back of your head still throbbing, but you must convince yourself.

“Nirei... chan... are you... okay?”

The taut thread of silence that's lingered between the guys since you started coughing finally breaks. They all call out to you at once, and you wince at the ringing in your ears.

“Even in this state, you're going to worry about others and not yourself, Akashi-chan?” Kiryu asks with a sigh. His eyes reveal something soft, regretful, incomprehensive.

Nirei stops his thrashing and hurries to crouch down next to you - you were in a lying position, sprawled out on something warm: what exactly, you decide to find out later.

“I'm sorry, Akashi-san, I'm so, so , so sorry. I'm the reason you got hurt. Because I was weak, they hurt you. I'm really, really-”

“What are you apologizing for?”

He looks at you with his big honey-colored glass eyes. Stares-with infinite guilt in his eyes. With a terrifyingly large amount of regret. With horror.

Unharmed. Alive. At this point, that's all you care about.

“But-”

“I would do that again.”

An exhausted sob. Thin tracks of tears stream from reddened eyes. Akihiko pitches toward you. Rests his head on your stomach, sprawling out in a loud wail. You tense up at first, but then relax, placing your hands on his shoulders affectionately and letting him cry. Stupid, stupid Nirei.

“I'm sorry,” he rises awkwardly after a while, wiping away tears and blushing in embarrassment. You want to tell him again not to dare apologize, but you're interrupted by a sulking Haruka.

“That's all well and good of course, but we kinda need to go to the hospital... or whatever we decided to go to,” he mutters, pretending he wasn't looking at you with bulging eyes the whole time.

“No. I hate hospitals,” you say, and everyone squints at you in disbelief.

“B-but...” Nirei begins.

“I'm fine, really. It just... It hurts a little. It'll go away in a couple days, I'm sure.”

“You're out of your mind!” exclaims Tsugeura, splashing his arms.

“Think of us, Akashi-chan. We were worried about you,” Mitsuki says. “Suo-chan got really angry. He almost finished off everyone there. It's a good thing we had our captain.”

You blink stupidly. Forget to take another breath. Turn around slowly. And can barely keep from flinching.

A dark scarlet eye followed you continuously. Every move you made. Every breath you take. You meet his unblinking gaze, timidly looking over his porcelain face. The tightly compressed lips, the chiseled chin, the neat eyebrows, the black eyepatch. When Suo realizes you're looking at him too, a fire flashes in his eye. He tilts his head to his shoulder and continues to silently burn you with his gaze. You feel like your hair is starting to smoke.

You swallow hard. So that's what — now that's who — you've been lying on all this time.

That's whose gaze has been burning the back of your head all this time.

Unconsciously, the first thing you try to do is pull away. Warm fingers only strengthen their grip on your waist. After a couple more failed attempts, you give up.

“Are you sure, Akashi-kun?” a sharp note slips into his voice. On your name, he puts special emphasis. “They hurt you pretty badly”.

Inwardly, you cheer with relief. A few more seconds of such silent stares would have been unbearable.

“Yes,” you nod, “I have bandages at home. And ointment. I can handle it,” you add, looking at him pleadingly. If Hayato decides to drag you to the hospital himself, you're not likely to turn away. Somehow, you're sure he can.

For a while longer, he just stares at you. Tenderness flickers in his gaze for a second, and he covers his eyelid, dropping his chin in defeat.

“Fine,” he agrees, and somewhere in the background Tsugeura clucks indignantly, “We won't go there now. On the condition that you go there anyway. Tomorrow.”

Your shoulders slump relaxed. You moo in agreement, not objecting. Tomorrow is good. You'll have time to treat your wounds and tie the bandages on your chest tighter.

“Are you sure you'll be okay?” Nirei asks cautiously.

“Mhm,” you moo, “I've had worse, don't worry. I once had my skull almost fractured and broke a couple of fingers, but made it home alive!”

“How is that supposed to reassure us?!”

***

After convincing the guys that you'll be fine, you slowly walked back to your apartment while they went to report to Umemiya. Walking a little further, you look around to make sure they've definitely all gone into the diner and no one is following you.

Only then do you finally allow yourself to hiss quietly in pain and sit down on the nearest bench, tucking the pant on your left leg. There was a shallow cut beneath it. Looks like you twisted your ankle in the fight, too. You were lucky Suo had refused to let go of your arm on the way back, or you would have collapsed right there.

That's not good. How are you gonna get to work like that?

Even though you told the guys you'd lay down and not get up for at least a couple more days, you couldn't take the day off. You couldn't afford to lose money. After all, much, much worse things did happen to you, but you never gave yourself a break. You couldn't afford to feel sorry for yourself.

When you barely make it home, you take a quick shower and untie the blood-soaked bandages. You fearfully touch the back of your head. It hurts. You blindly treat it, change into a loose white shirt down to your knees, and finally fall onto the hard futon.

No sleep in either eye. Too much has happened. You stare blankly at the old cracked ceiling. It's quiet. Dead quiet. So quiet it makes your ears pop. So quiet you want to scream. You feel something wet running down your left cheek. The right one stays dry.

You're confused. You don't understand.

When you came to Makochi, you were looking for nothing but refuge. A quiet place to live your quiet, worthless life. A place where no one would know you. A place where no one would look for you. A place where you didn't owe anyone. A place where you weren't tied to anyone.

You wanted to walk down the street without attracting stares. Wanted to work at a normal job. Wanted to live without constant fear for yourself and what was left of your family.

You didn't want to find new weaknesses. New friends.

But today seems to have proved just the opposite.

Stupid.

Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid.

Attached.

Ridiculously fast. Terribly easy. To the point where you were willing to sacrifice herself. To the point where you never regretted it.

You let out a muffled chuckle. It's not funny at all. Your rotten heart clenches in your chest. You close your eyes again. That's enough sentimentality for today.

The crescent moon mocks you again, peeking out of the window.

You haven't slept this night.

***

You didn't go to school for the next week. The boys calmed down only after you sent them a picture of yourself in front of the hospital walls. The rest of the time you were dealing with money problems and working off your absences at the bar. Your boss was already unhappy that you didn't show up for work the day of the fight with KEEL and the day after, so you also had to stay overtime and help clean up the whole place.

You even had to break up a fight once. You were helping in the kitchen when suddenly you heard a strange commotion in the hall. At first you wanted to pretend you hadn't heard, hoping one of your coworkers would deal with it, but when you heard the angry shouts and the clinking of dishes, you realized it couldn't go on like this, and with a heavy sigh you went into the hall. Two girls — maybe a couple years older than you — were shivering, huddled together. In front of them stood two big burly men with evil grins on their faces. One of them was holding a purse carelessly.

That's the last thing you need. Technically, it wasn't your turn to keep an eye on the guests and stuff, so it wasn't really your concern. But your boss was still a little pissed at you, so he could ticket you for broken plates and other damages he made up. You sigh quietly again. You'll have to intervene.

What a hassle.

While you were walking here, you managed to hear a little of their dialog. Something about "give me your number", "not dating", and the following insults of not the mildest content. All in all, you get the picture.

You take a deep breath and put on a friendly smile. At least you try. Your colleague once told you that you shouldn't serve customers with a face like a brick.

“Dear guests,” you say loud enough to get their attention. “I think these lovely ladies have already made it clear they don't want to get acquainted.”

Four pairs of eyes turn on you in an instant. One is angry, mocking. The other, surprised, hopeful. You don't raise an eyebrow: already used to it.

“Huh? Who are you? An errand boy?” one of them asks.

“If you like it that way,” you reply with a smile, not the least bit hurt. Those were right to some extent. You didn't care what they said anyway.

Upon hearing it, they laugh nastily. You wait patiently for them to finish.

“And what are you going to do to us, boy? Kick us out? Hit us with the mop you use to wipe up the shit behind your mom?”

“The first one was correct,” you reply calmly. “I'm asking you to leave this place right now.”

“Wipe your snot first,” replies the man who was holding someone else's bag. But s second later, a wide grin suddenly appears on his face.

“Listen! Okay, we'll spare you today and leave,” he says, reaching his hand out to one of the girls. “Birdies, let's go.”

She recoiled fearfully. “We said we're not going anywhere with you!”

“Are you feeling bold, bitch?” he snarled. You notice his hand reaching out to hit her. The girl closed her eyes, clenching in fear.

In a flash, you're already at her side and effortlessly catching his fist. It freezes inches from her dazed face. The man's hand twitches, but you only clutch his wrist tighter, not letting him move.

Veins swell on the man's forehead. “Aren't you fucking nuts?” he growls angrily. You feel him boil over.

“I don't like repeating myself twice.”

“I could fire you from this shithole with one sound, fucker!” he shouts, yanking your hand from your iron grip again. Only on the third try do you let him.

You couldn't care less.

“I'm afraid that will already be up to my boss to decide, not you.”

The girls behind you gasp in surprise when the two men lunge at you without warning. You don't know what they're trying to accomplish—maybe grab you, knock you down, or immobilize you—but you dodge their grasp with the same nonchalant ease. You knock one out with a knee to the stomach and twist the other's arm, snatching the purse from his fingers. The man cries out in pain as you stop just short of twisting his wrist.

You didn't want to use force until the last moment. What if they ask you to be a guard now, too?

Me-eh. What a hassle.

“Do you even know who we are, you son of a bitch?!” wheezed the man on his last breath.

“No. I don't care.”

In the next second, you've thrown them both out the door and, still not holding back, kicked them heartily goodbye.

Closing the door firmly behind them, you turn around and hand the purse to the frightened girl. Taking a quick glance at them, you make sure they're not hurt. Then you pull out your small phone to text the receptionist to come over soon. Suddenly, one of the girls snags the sleeve of your sweatshirt.

“Uhm... thank you,” she says shyly, running her eyes over your uniform until she finds your name tag, “Akashi-kun... right?”

You look at her, perplexed. Huh? Why are her cheeks so red? Is she that worried?

“A... You're welcome,” you reply and stare again at the broken screen that won't light up. Pouting your lips, you began to quickly poke at the power button. Damn. Is it something with the battery again?

“We don't even know how to thank you,” her friend utters, fiddling her fingers with excitement. They glance over at each other. Incomprehensible smiles grow on their faces.

“I did it so my boss wouldn't punish me. And also because you reminded me of myself. Don't thank me, I didn't do anything special.”

“You don't have to,” you reply instead, because your coworker told you that guests don't always need to be told the truth. And if you do, it's only the one they'll like.

At that moment, the screen lit up victoriously. Finally taking your eyes off the phone, you squint down at the spot where someone else's small fingers were still firmly gripping your sleeve. It's burning. Under the skin. Different. Not like the other time. You don't like this burning. Mentally sighing, you think back to your coworker's admonition for the umpteenth time in those five minutes.

“Maybe there's something we could do for you?” the one closer to you utters. Her slender fingers shamelessly begin to outline something on the fabric of your sleeve.

Your fragile mask can't take it after all and cracks. Raising an eyebrow in confusion, you stare at them incomprehensibly. What do they want from you, after all? Also, you want to pull your arm out.

But you don't want more trouble. These girls are probably a percentage of your paycheck tomorrow. Their lipstick alone is probably worth like half of your monthly revenue.

You mentally wrinkle.

This is why you didn't want to get involved in this from the start.

The silence lingers. You know you need to answer. You don't want to answer.

Just as you open your mouth, a man in a suit comes out of the office. When he sees you, he comes rushing toward you. The girls, to be exact.

Your shoulders relax a little.

Lucky.

Carefully releasing your hand, you quietly float away to the kitchen. Your back is escorted by two pairs of awe-struck, admiring eyes.

You don't notice anymore.

#CERTIFIED cinema #poor akashi though. i wld have ran away immediately icl

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Énouement [4]

Suddenly you feel a strange stirring to your right. You casually shift your gaze there, and see a KEEL member lying in the same pose as you.

Strange. His breathing sounds perfectly normal.

Is he pretending, too?

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ch. 4 Just papers.

You don't like the wind today. It's completely messed up your hair, making it fly in your face, which you're tired of fixing. Sometimes you miss your short hair very much. As a child, you were often left to fend for yourself - in fact, you were almost always on your own. Your hair was constantly tangled, and there was no one to teach you how to properly care for it. You picked up scissors for the first time at six, and for the next seven years you cut it as short as you could - and it got a lot easier. You didn't care what it looked like.

Then... someone told you they were beautiful. That it would be nice to see you with long hair. So you started growing it out. Now, when it's loose, it's down to your shoulders and a little lower, but you always tried to put some of it in a ponytail on top of your head. Sometimes Kiryu would want to braid you, and you looked like a normal person for once (according to Kotoha when she saw you).

Back to the weather...

You're tired. Not that there was ever a time when you wouldn't be, but at least you could have spent that time doing something useful - for example, you had a very nice time enjoying a nap on your favorite rock desk! - rather than going with a bunch of teenagers to somewhere unknown to punch someone in the face who offended some friend of some classmate of yours. Takahashi, maybe. Or Anzai? You didn't get into the details.

Kicking the air angrily, you turn to the one responsible for your condition.

“At least carry me on your back, Suo-cha-a-an...”

You lean your forehead against Hayato's shoulder while continuing to walk. The familiar, pleasant scent fills your lungs. After breathing it in once more, you pull away.

“Leave him alone already!” Sakura snaps irritably, looking back at you and blushing for some reason. “Stop acting like that!”

“Like what?”

“Like a five-year-old. Like you can't do anything without him.”

You pout.

“My feet hurt!”

“You were carelessly running away from Kiryu after stealing his donut like an hour ago. It seemed like your legs were totally fine.”

“I was hungry! That doesn't count!”

“That's not my problem. Just—” His gaze slides awkwardly toward where your hand has just barely touched the back of Suo's palm. He frowns. Heat spreads across his cheeks. “Stop it. I can't look at you.”

You swallow and lick your lips. What exactly are you supposed to stop doing? What were you doing wrong?

You stare at Suo as if he has the answer. Your fingers tremble as you absently touch him again. As if burned, you hide your hand in your pocket.

Hayato continues to walk beside you. His posture is perfectly straight. Suddenly, he leans over to you and speaks quietly.

“Candy shop. In a week's time. I'm paying.”

Your face brightens.

Maybe it's not so bad after all.

***

You lazily scan the area of the abandoned port you just approached. You quickly estimate how long it took you to get there. Deep down, you're not sure that entering enemy territory without alerting your senpais was a good idea. You're like blind kittens out here. What if there are too many enemies? Or will something else unforeseen happen?

Questions swirl around in your head, but you brush them off. Thinking about it is always such a hassle. It's better not to think at all. It's okay. Nothing's wrong.

Not yet, at least.

You hope it doesn't.

Along with the entire crowd, you approach a huge hangar that is apparently KEEL's headquarters. Sugishita breaks the lock effortlessly. Sakura confidently goes in first; you follow.

As it turns out, they've been waiting for you for quite some time. Or rather, not you—Anzai (oh, so he's the one who started this whole thing?). Sakura begins to ogle the supposed gang leader while you distract yourself to take a closer look at the place.

Inside, it's even more spacious than it appeared. You immediately notice the unusual layout and smell of dust and dampness. Pipes and other junk are scattered in the corners. You press your lips together in a thin line. The space you occupied was lit, more or less.

But everything else was not. You don't like that there's another floor above you that you can't see. What if there are more of those guys sitting up there who have surrounded you?

Frowning warily, you tilt your head back and try to look up, but you can't tell if anyone is there.

You find yourself thinking it's strange. Your behavior was unusual for you. Why is your stomach twisting again?

Hardly any of them can touch the hair on your head, even if they tried really hard.

You were probably just a little worried, but... not for yourself.

Just a little. You still don't care and would rather sleep on a desk than participate in this.

“Beware of the other floor,” you warn Suo and Nirei, the ones who stood closest to you when you faced your opponents in the fight, with sudden seriousness. “I can't see what's in there.”

Suo nods understandingly, taking your words to heart. Nirei, on the other hand, already looking rather frightened before, seems to tense up even more, squinting warily upwards. Your heart clenches strangely. Maybe you shouldn't have said that.

“Don't worry, Nirei-chan," you hurry to reassure him, “They won't-”

Before you could finish your words, you saw an iron baton aimed straight at your face. You caught it with your palm, deliberately kicked your attacker in the stomach, and he collapsed to the ground.

“...touch you.”

“Too slow,” you think. Then you are immediately attacked by someone else. Effortlessly dodging his swinging leg, you take him down. He clumsily joins his comrade.

Nirei stares at you, dumbfounded, like a deer in headlights.

“Awesome, Akashi-san! You took down two of them in just a couple seconds. It looked so easy...” he mutters in admire, and you suddenly realize that no one in Furin has ever seen you fight before.

You only smile softly in response, tilting your head to shoulder. You're glad that at least this way you could distract Nirei from his troubling thoughts.

A bunch of fists come at you again, and you're distracted by the fight. You never struck first; you dodged, slashed, redirected, and pushed your foes against each other. When the pressure died down a little, you moved back to the corner, settling down smoothly and spreading out on the ground. They wouldn't hit someone lying down, would they? You sighed quietly, closing your eyes.

Tsugeura-chan would give you a hard time (okay, maybe you're exaggerating a bit, but he'd give you his trademark heavy backhand) if he saw you now. How good it was that he was engrossed in his fight at the other end of the hangar. No, well, what, you're supposed to go over there now and fight at full strength? No, thank you. You've already handled a couple of them, the rest will be on the guys.

Lately, you'd rather not fight unless it was absolutely necessary. You liked the excuse that you were in some kind of retirement.

Suddenly you feel a strange stirring to your right. You casually shift your gaze there, and see a KEEL member lying in the same pose as you.

Strange. His breathing sounds perfectly normal.

Is he pretending, too?

Before you can get a good look at him, your thoughts are interrupted by an alarmed shout, and you turn around. Afterward, this guy is completely blown out of your mind.

“Akashi!” yells Suo, not loudly enough to block out the sound of the battle, but loudly enough for you to hear him. A concerned fire blazes in his eye. He looks like he's ready to rush toward you at any second.

Oh, sweet, sweet Suo. Is he really worried about you? Of course he would notice your absence. You put your thumb up to show that everything is fine. Will he understand?

After hesitating for a while longer, Hayato seems to calm down, but he still looks back at you fearfully sometimes.

Bofurin dominated. With the outrageously strong Sugishita and Tsugeura, the elusive Kiryu, the untouchable Suo, and the chaotic Sakura, it was hard to imagine a different outcome. You tried to keep an eye on everyone, just in case.

You briefly glance at Sakura, who had been beaten over the head with a club, but decide he can handle it and turn your gaze to Suo, behind whose back stood frightened Nirei.

The future you are grateful to yourself for doing this.

Because the next moment, Nirei suddenly snapped out of his spot and raced into the middle of the battle. Your eyes widened. What is he doing?! He's gonna-... They are gonna-...

Your palms go ice cold. It's almost as if a switch has flipped in your head, and you no longer care that you didn't want to get involved.

Your body twitches automatically. With astonishing speed, you jump up and run toward him. You hear Suo and Sakura calling his name. Your tongue doesn't obey you. You grit your teeth and speed up. Thoughts, jumbled and anxious, race through your head. Make it. Make it. Make it.

You must make it. You have to make it.

Your heart races as you kick one, then immediately take on the other. You dodge a fist whizzing right over your temple. By now, the first one has already gotten up.

“Ak-kashi-san! Behind you!”

You crouch down sharply. The attacker falls to the ground, unable to keep his balance. You kick him again, just to be sure. You turn to Nirei and your eyes widen in horror. Without a second thought, you pull him toward you and switch places with him.

There is a deafening clang.

Someone is screaming.

Something cold presses hard against the back of your neck. Something hot and sticky starts running down your neck.

Loud. Much. Too much. It hurts. It hurts. Your vision blurs. Your ears start to ring. You try to focus on Nirei's face below you. You can't. But it seems intact. Only then do you allow yourself to relax. Maybe it's just your imagination, but you vaguely hear your name being called. Much. Too much. It's all jumbled up.

There's only one thought in your head.

You made it. Made it.

Made it.

Saved.

“...I've t-... told y-you, Nirei... chan,” you squeeze out hoarsely, trying to smile, “...no one will hurt you.”

Your eyelids grow heavy. The back of your neck is throbbing. You're still in unbearable pain, but you think you can bear it. It's been a long time since you last felt similar way. You're even a little weaned on it.

The last thing you hear is the hangar doors slamming open. There's the stomping of boots.

Kaji-san is here.

You let yourself fall into oblivion with relief.

***

The starless sky peers at you through the window. The moon's silver crescent mocks you. The apartment is dark. It smells of iron and dampness.

Your little brother's body lies in your arms.

“I didn't tell them, nee-chan. They asked me where the money was, but I didn't tell them. They started beating me, but I never told them. They... found it anyway. I'm sorry, nee... chan. They took them all...”

“It's just pieces of paper,” you say, your voice trembling. You stroke his head gently. Tears don't have time to roll from your eyes. You hold back a sob. “It's just papers, Niko.”

You pray the ambulance makes it in time.

Because you didn't.

“But you tried so hard. I couldn't just let them take them away. You work all the time.”

“I'd earn more.”

The light in his eyes slowly fades. You whimper quietly. A strangled scream rips from your throat.

The moon laughs at you from its black sky.

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a/n: heeyy hiii thank you a lot for reading!!! things are getting a little heated, yea? akashi is finally starting to come out of her shell. i'd love to read your feedback! anyway, im here to tell you about some interaction i want to do.

what do you think about some interview with characters? like, you may ask the questions in comments, and in the next part they will answer them. like what is your type, who will you call in extreme situation, what kind of job would you like to get or what do you do when you're upset etc etc etc.... at first, i wanted to do it all myself, but then i thought it would be interesting to ask you too. if you want a particular character (could be multiple) to answer something, also mention it.

a saw this idea many years ago it is not mine!!! ...just in case

bye sweeties have a nice day

#WHAT.

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wollycobbl3-blr · 3 hours ago

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Thinking about having a chimera family with Mydei,,

I wanted a chimera and I wanted mydei. Here's the result even it I'm late to the party 😔🤚

Note: SFW ; gn!reader, a biiiit sug/gestive at the end. 900+ words.

A steady rhythm of your fingertips hits the wooden table underneath, creating a symphony unheard by others around due to the increased chatter.

"Quit doing that," a stern voice startles you from behind, "you're going to ruin your nails."

You sigh and dramatically put your hands on your face, fake sobbing at the male behind you, "but Mydei, I've been here for so long! I can't leave now!" An armored hand finds its place on your shoulder affectionately; you can't see it, but Mydei merely shakes his head.

"Unwise decision."

You bemoan at your boyfriend's piercing words. Mydei's face cringes visibly as you cause a scene, causing people to offer you awkward stares from the corner of their eyes.

"But consider it, there's nothing wrong with getting—"

"We are not adopting another chimera."

You retaliate, letting out an offended gasp, "So you're saying I'm a bad parent?!" Sobbing is no more, as you cross your hands and furrow your brows; the Kremnoan prince closes his eyes and takes air through his nose significantly before excusing both of you and leaving the place.

Mydei notices you pouting the entire way, but decides not to pursue the topic; his golden eyes fall onto your intertwined hands as you walk. His hand gives yours a tender squeeze, and you give him another one back. Neither of you talk, but there is no need to do so; a small smile appears on Mydei's face.

Once you reach your shared home and sit down on the kitchen chair, a swarm of chimeras run your way; you lament as you pet and hug each of them, that the Kremnoan prince is truly as cruel as some of the rumors say. The said prince only leans against the kitchen counter and attempts to fight the upcoming smirk on his face, but fails to do so. His arms cross on his chest; perhaps the entertainment is not that bad, after all.

"I think we have plenty. So much, in fact, that you have to organize a pet sitter when we're away. I refuse to ask the Deliverer about such silly tasks in the future."

You pick up one of the chimeras around you and push it against Mydei's face, "but isn't it cute?" you ask, the tone of your voice sweet as sugar, "look. I know you love it. Stop hiding it."

Mydei takes the chimera from your hands and puts it back on the floor, watching it sprint away with the rest of its siblings. Strong arms then wrap around your waist, bringing your bodies close against each other; his sun-like eyes begin staring into yours.

"I'm not hiding it. They have its charm, I suppose," Mydei's voice carries a passionate tone, "but you can't keep pouting like that," his fingers pinch your cheek playfully. You begin to hit his chest with your hands, but it's no use for the warrior - if anything, it makes him even more amused than before.

"How about a meal? You must be hungry after wasting— waiting in line all day." His thumb rubs tiny circles on your cheek to soothe the leftover pain; your fists uncurl and palms find their place on his firm chest. You can't argue anymore, not when he looks at you like that. "Yes, I'd like that, my prince."

You stare into each other's eyes for what it seems like an eternity, but one filled with serenity and longing, despite having each other in a tight embrace; Mydei knows your dramatic antics, but it's a part of you that brought you two together in the first place. Yet, he doubts there's a day he ever gets tired of this.

The warrior leans down and places a brief, but loving kiss on your forehead, before pushing your chin up and pressing his delicate lips on yours; no matter how much strength he may have against his opponents, his hold on you is that comparable to a most prized possession he's ever owned, as if you're made out of glass. Dare say, his devotion to you was so strong, that it could put gods' followers to shame.

A soft whine escapes your throat as the prince parts away from you.

"Feed the children before I feed you, love," his playful voice breaks the silence, "who knows what kind of other brilliant ideas might appear in your head with your current state."

"Children?" Your tongue tolds a tinge of tease to it, but Mydei only raises a brow in response.

"Yes," he answers just as simply and walks away from you to put on his apron, "unless you want me to mean that word truly."

Even if his back is facing you now, you can clearly hear his unholy intentions and the growing smirk forming on his lips.

Bonus:

"Sooooo," Phainon draws out the word painfully, scratching his neck, "where is it?"

"No more chimeras in this house." Mydei cuts the discussion short.

"But I even taught one to clean up for you…"

"What happened to your cape?" Apparently, you're the only one to notice that it's missing a significant amount of fabric…

"What ha— no! Not again!" Phainon groans at the visible path of the said fabric behind him, "I told them so many times that it's a bad thing! They're doing it on purpose now!"

Mydei looks at the chimera hiding in the room nearby, watching him back from the dark. Sapphire material is sticking out in its tiny mouth.

"Actually, maybe I was wrong. Let's get another one."

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