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Warnings: Angst (as I always start off writing for a fandom with angst), MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, body is still treated like shit after death

Summary: You knew Vyn would never look twice in your way yet you had hoped that maybe... just maybe he would... once...

Notes in advance: That's right I'm writing for tears of Themis now bc I am addicted so send in those requests babe <33

Vyn Richter is a lot of things to you. He's your childhood friend, a psychiatrist, calculated, noble, and most importantly, logical.

That's what you told yourself when you found out you had feelings for him. Might as well break the fall before you die from it.

He didn't do love unless he was positive of it. He was never uncertain, each step of his was calculated, strong, with the very best outcome for himself and those around him.

You also learned more about him.

How he liked his tea, how he only drank one specific type of wine, how he liked his eggs in the morning.

Needless to say, you knew more about him than he did about you.

It wasn't that he wasn't able to read you, it had just been that he had never bothered reading you. Which you assumed was either because he trusted you since he grew up with you, or that he just didn't think of you as significant enough.

Vyn as a child had been cold, had been neglected. His father was a foreigner, his mother... he had no memory of, his cousins, always aloof and acting harshly because he was a mixed child.

It was no different from growing up in an exaggerated tv drama.

But you, the little child next door, had always thrown plushes over the fence to his backyard. You threw one over on accident while playing with it, but when Vyn picked one up, and you had watched him hug the toy for a second, before letting it drop. The slightest pain on his face before it had straightened up again. You had hardened your resolve to make that boy next door feel better.

When elementary school started, you befriended Vyn immediately. You started off by asking for help, before eventually sticking with him during recess. He had gotten laughed at and bullied quite a bit for having foreign features, and you were having none of that. You beat them up with your bare fists.

When middle school came, both of you dove into your studies. Stellis city was the top in education, and being a resident there of an upper class family, neither of you had the chance of ever slacking off. It would bring dishonour, and then both of you would get berated.

Then came high school. Vyn finding that he was invested in criminal psychology, and you still not knowing what you wanted to be. You were torn for days over this. Everyone else knew what they wanted to be, what they wanted to do, yet you were slowly being left behind. So you hardened your resolve and told yourself that until Vyn had someone who could take care of him, you would stay by his side.

You got into the same university as Vyn.

You cried, without telling him, about the news, and while he nagged at you for neglecting your health for your college exam, you knew he felt relieved when you made it in as well.

University was never any easier than it should've been. Both of you dove deeper into your studies with Vyn going into criminal psychology and you into behavioural psychology. You needed to learn to read people and protect yourself... and Vyn.

Then after both of you getting your doctorate, you became coworkers. You had thought you had a chance. But that was diminished very quickly. Vyn had started to grow distant after a phone call, and you pretended that it was alright.

You didn't let that stop the routine though. Breakfast at his place, lunch in his office, the other staff had joked that you two were pretty much a married couple. but you knew that he never thought of you that way.

Then he met someone new. A mysterious girl who was different to you in so many ways. She was confident, elegant, intelligent. Working at Themis law, became famous for winning a case for the Pax group's son.

Vyn was enamoured by her.

So were you.

She was everything you could've only hoped to be.

While Vyn spoke to you about how wonderful she was, you found yourself offering help in being around her. You befriended her, and you knew exactly why she was loved by all, she just had that personality and character.

When the PUA victim ran to Vyn for help, you told him that you'd be resting for a bit. You would've been a big help, but you felt as though you'd be third wheeling on them.

So while Vyn tracked down the PUA group with her, you found yourself slowly letting go. It began with the messages, then the meetings, eventually the meals together.

It was slow, and Vyn would have probably not realized it at all if one of the patients hadn't spoken up about it.

"Dr. Richter... where's your assistant Y/n?"

Then Vyn realized that he hadn't seen you in the last weeks. It was like you disappeared.

He didn't think much of it until he felt empty.

"Y/n can you-" You're not there anymore.

"I have these files Y/n can you-"

"Y/n did-"

Then he receives news that you had left the hospital. Rumors of you two getting into a fight circulated and Vyn found himself irked.

That was when he realized something.

He grows more irritated without you. There's no one to lighten up his day in the morning or remind him to stop scratching himself when he feels uneasy.

No one was there to tell him that he should really stop pulling on his hair, to stop downing 4 espressos a day.

Meanwhile you had met a woman named Jasmine. A woman who was investigating Opaline village, and needed the help of a psychiatrist. A woman who had a little child, whom received help from the girl that Vyn loved.

You two were driving back from gathering evidence when the car swerved.

The last thing you saw was a white light.

Vyn is baffled when your name appears in a NXX file.

What were you doing there?

You had gotten into a murder disguised as an accident.

You died.

You died and somehow it was related to the drug they were researching on.

Then for the first time, the organization watched him lose his composure and break down.

The only person who had stuck by his side his entire life had left forever.

He tried to find your grave, but your family never held a funeral for you. You had betrayed them by becoming a psychiatrist while all of them were deeply religious. They cursed you, saying that this was how the heavens were punishing you. Your body got donated to scientists for research. Vyn never got to send you off or give you a flower, all he had left of you was that faltering smile the last time you met up with him.

You had left him with nothing.

Nothing except those whispered words the last time you met up.

"I hope I'd be your favourite crime"

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Honestly can't find any other good armin series or fics do you have any recs or faves in mind? I'm literally armin starved t—t

oh anon you asked the right person. also sorry for the long ass list...i could name some more so lmk if you want more recs. i have more faves in my head but i'm afraid this is already too long lol.

all this time - junisfics on ao3

beneath the cliffs - sophsiaaa on ao3

ulterior motive - sophsiaaa on ao3

malware - satosugusadness on ao3

good boy - serendimplelity on ao3

sisyphus - sabbywrites on ao3

monomania - piecksz on ao3

catholic boy - cafedanslanuit on ao3

p-p-p-pathetic - angeplummie on tumblr

heatwaves - arlertwitch on tumblr

four times armin bites - papijean on tumblr

surface tension - prettyboykatsuki on tumblr

better than him - luxesiren on tumblr

nevertheless - oyusumi on tumblr

mean armin - noritopia on tumblr

will you be my valentine - kooruphobic on tumblr

study date - alert-arlert on tumblr

And I did this for what

A Price to Pay - Ayato x f!reader

Summary: You first knew Ayato years ago. He was handsome, charming, and loved to provoke a reaction from you. Yet, the love of your life, the next head of the Kamisato clan, left you. Now he was at your door, shocked to see you were home. If you put your anger aside, perhaps you'd learn why he had to leave you. You were one of the few who can cause him to lose composure after all.

Other info: Angst with comfort, hurt/comfort, 2.6k words, spoilers for Ayato's story quest in the first paragraph

(Inspired by his story quest. I wondered if something in Ayato's past could've made him more personally invested in the main conflict of the quest and it somehow turned into this. I hope you enjoy it.)

Passing by the notice board caused your stomach to drop once again. You knew it was irrational. The wedding was cancelled because it was merely a rumor to begin with. Nonetheless, it left a bitter taste in your mouth, churning up memories you thought you had put to rest.

You stopped in your tracks when you saw a figure at the front door of your home. He was tall, handsome, and elegant as always. You knew him well, many years ago.

You sighed as you approached the door and Ayato was startled to see you. He adjusted the collar of his kimono and you scoffed at his action. Despite now being older and more accomplished, he had the same telling habits when he was in an uncomfortable situation. He had better feel ashamed.

"My apologies," he told you. "I did not expect you to be home."

"What? Your informants gave you the wrong info?"

You struggled with the key at the door and when it opened, you glanced back at him, only to raise a brow at his expression. It was brief, but you were sure you had seen a small smile from him. You disregarded it.

Blocking the entryway, you stood in front of him and crossed your arms. "Why are you here, commissioner?"

His eyes widened, but only slightly, before clearing his throat. "I have business to attend to with your father," he told you.

"For the upcoming festival? He has more pressing matters at the moment. He left me in charge of it for now."

"Ah. I shall return another day then," he said with a polite smile, proceeding to leave.

"If you need to discuss something with me, you might as well spare me the pain and say it now." There was a deeper meaning to your words but you dared not to mention it now.

He fiddled with his sleeve, unsure how to reply. He resorted to a shrug and a chuckle. "I thought you despised being in my presence."

"I do."

Lightning striked in the distance, an ominous sign the skies would pour down with rain any minute. You sighed over the unfortunate circumstances.

"Come inside," you told him. "I have quite a few drafts that need approval. I was going to ask Ayaka but it seems my point of contact has changed to… you."

You gestured to him to come inside, and just as he stepped into your home, a trickle of rain began.

The inside of your home felt a lot smaller than usual. It was never as big as the Kamisato estate, but the last time you were both here was when you were much younger. Your retainer rushed into the room to welcome Ayato and to see if he would care for any refreshments. You went to your office in the back to retrieve the paperwork for the festival.

When you returned to the living room, balancing a stack of binders, Ayato quickly came to your aid. You pushed his hand away and walked to the table before dumping all your work on it.

Over the next few hours, the two of you discussed the drafts of the posters, brochures and other signage for the event. You needed to verify the accuracy of the information, not wanting to give the illustrators and designers the wrong information.

There were quite a few vendors selling goods at the festival, so it was a challenge to consolidate all of their information. Fortunately, Ayato was competent at his job and was familiar with each one like the back of his hand. Almost all.

"There's one more vendor from Liyue," he told you. "But I can't quite remember the name."

"Qingce textiles? You mentioned them earlier today."

"No, not that," he said, placing a hand on his chin. "I don't know if the spelling is correct. I will require one of my retainers to verify it for me."

"No need. I'm familiar with them," you told him. "I frequented their store." You dragged your pen as you wrote out their name. Traveling to Liyue in the past was a nice change of pace from the busyness in Inazuma. No, not the busyness.

You went there after Ayato called off your engagement.

"Have you heard from Watatsumi fisheries?" you asked him. "My father last told me they were still deciding on participating in the festival. Many people waited in line at their stall last year."

"That's a pity. I was told they ran out of their last batch of fish. A certain hired hand left them on the boat to spoil."

You widened your eyes in panic, wondering how your friend was dealing with the situation. But after spotting the slight uptick of the corner of Ayato's mouth, you rolled your eyes and returned your papers.

"That shouldn't be a problem for you, correct?" you asked.

"Of course," he replied. "Thoma also informed me they have plenty in their storehouses. Besides, they still have quite a bit of time before the actual festival to obtain fresh fish."

"So ultimately, your information was irrelevant."

"Perhaps," he told you. As you shuffled more papers, Ayato glanced at your empty cup. "You should get some more tea."

"I'll ask Mizuda to fetch it for me."

"I was implying you needed a break. I can continue here."

Your heart skipped a beat without your permission. Why was it that just after being with him for a mere few hours made you forget that you hadn't conversed in years? You ground your teeth, hoping his business with you would end swiftly.

When you returned from your tea break, you walked back to the living room with a cup in your hand.

"Is that… boba?" he asked. He glanced outside the window as the rain continued to pour down. "Where did you get it?"

"I made it."

You held out the cup and he stared at the drink in front of him. When he took it, his fingers grazed over your hand and he almost dropped the cup in the process. You eyed him, questioning his behaviour and he apologized for his uncharacteristic clumsiness.

The next few minutes were strange. Ayato knocked your biscuits off of their plate when reaching for a new sheet of paper. His sleeve got caught on the edge of his boba cup and caused it to flip over onto one of your binders. It was fortunately empty. You finally snapped when he dropped the ink bottle, which had just missed your rug.

"Ayato, what's going on?" you groaned.

"I–." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "It seems you still have this effect on me."

You bit your lip, picking up a few papers but you forgot why you needed them. "You–," you began before taking a breath to compose yourself. "You have no right to have any feelings for me."

Ayato was the boy who promised to go through everything with you. You were best friends turned sweethearts and he was elated to learn his arranged marriage would be with you. He loved to tease you yet you didn't mind. It was some of the few times he had fun as he diligently learned to be the next head of the clan.

You gripped the paper in your trembling hand, holding back tears threatening to blur your vision. "Why– Why couldn't you stay with me?"

He sighed as he leaned back in his seat. "You were simply the price I had to pay," he said, closing his eyes and head tilted towards the ceiling.

"What about me?" you snapped at him. "Don't you think I suffered as well?"

You knew he would be the next head of the clan. He prepared his whole life for it. But it was accelerated when his parents died. It was the burden he had to carry, you understood that. Despite this, the two of you promised to be with each other through these times and were excited to wed each other when you reached adulthood.

He continued to stare at the ceiling before rising from his seat and occupying the space in front of you. He bent down, knees on the floor, and, very gently, tucked in the edges of his kimono.

"I promised myself to never appear in front of you again," he told you. "I never considered an opportunity would arise to apologize to you."

He placed his forehead on the rug and you clenched your fists, your nails digging into your skin.

"I am sorry you had to suffer on my behalf."

"Don't you think it's too late? You never told me why you called off the engagement. Of course, I suffered! You got up and left without a word! How could you do this to me?"

Silence. He didn't give you an answer. Your sweet beloved had left you in a blink of an eye and yet he was here in your house.

You rubbed your temple. "Forget this. Let's just get back to work."

You picked up your pen but he hadn't moved from his spot. "Ayato?" You glanced below you; a small patch of the rug was damp.

You pulled him up. "Ayato," you said in a panic. Tears filled his eyes and coated his cheeks. He quickly hid them behind his hand.

"I've overstayed my welcome." He got up to rush out of your house but you took his hand. It required little force to halt his movements. The feeling of your hand in his had shocked him.

"Ayato," you said again, this time with a gentle tone. He bit his lip, attempting to steel his expression. But it was no use. The tears had already betrayed him.

"My love," you called him this time, and he turned around, embracing you in his arms. His sleeves spread over your back as his tears soaked your shoulder. You stroked his broad back in the same way he used to comfort you.

"Mizuda," you called your retainer and she entered the room. "Please retrieve a handkerchief for me." She nodded and left the room.

"You need not to worry about her," you told Ayato. "She's astute and tight-lipped. I trust her with my life."

He chuckled as he finally lifted his head. "How is it that you are comforting me when you have suffered unjustly?"

"Ayato," you said, staring into his eyes. "I was angry with you because you never gave me an explanation. I thought you didn't care about me anymore."

Your retainer returned with a handkerchief and Ayato wiped his tears. "This is quite amusing. After all these years of leading my clan, I am still very much immature. I am able to confront nobles, stand up against assassins, and uncover the deception of others," he takes your other hand, "but wasn't able to appear before you."

"Were you afraid I'd be angry with you?"

"No. I was afraid you'd be too understanding," he said. "And you would bear the cost of my decision alone."

You rubbed your forehead with the heel of your palm. "Now why would you do that– No, of course you would." He had his own way of dealing with his personal problems.

"I couldn't think of a solution that wouldn't cause you any pain." He released your hands and turned his head away from you. "I thought that you would at least have some consolation if you could direct your anger towards me."

"Is that why there was also an increase of suitors for me when you left?" you sighed. "Were you hoping I'd somehow be comforted by it?"

"No," he shook his head. "I had no hand in that. I considered it, but there was no one I could trust to take care of you."

You let out a sigh when your heart skipped a beat once again. "So why leave in the first place?"

"If I didn't, my sister–" He pinched the bridge of his nose. "No, disregard that. It was ultimately due to my incompetence that I could not fulfill my promise to you." His hand shook as he spoke, and he clenched it before hiding it from your view. "I could not rely on your family, lest we drag you down with us."

"Drag us down? Did you really think–?"

No. That wasn't it. He needed to ensure stability for his clan after his parents died. If it were only him left in the clan, the Ayato you knew would have run into your open arms, accepting any help you gave him. But if he chose you, he couldn't provide what his sister needed, a strong head of the family who'd forge a path for her. Her, along with the rest of his weakened clan and all who were under his care.

"You wanted to be able to stand on your own two feet." You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. "Incompetent indeed."

You didn't agree with him. Power dynamics didn't consume your mind like they did his. But now you could make some sort of reason behind his actions. Perhaps you were both too young and immature back then, not to mention Ayato had little time to grieve over his parents. And after you left for Liyue, he thought it best to not keep in contact.

"I do not ask for your forgiveness," he told you. "I have already put you through too much. But I will not allow you to suffer again," he said, looking directly at you. "I will ensure it."

He folded up the handkerchief and placed it next to him. "Did… you have any other questions? I hope it'll make our future interactions more bearable for you. If not," he continued, "I can arrange for someone else to take my place."

You pinched the bridge of your nose. This was too much to process. "Let's just finish up what we can for today."

The two of you worked for a few more hours and the sun had already set. You had difficulty concentrating and the side glances from Ayato didn't help at all. But one thing was for sure. You missed him. And he missed you.

"It's late." he told you. "I must return to the estate. I can arrange for someone else to come next time."

You crossed your arms, shoulders relaxed, as you leaned on a door frame, watching Ayato retrieve his belongings. "Will you be attending the festival?"

"Of course," he replied, squinting his eyes at a sheet of paper due to the dim light. "I must ensure it'll run smoothly."

"My retainer won't be working that week." You'd be alone then.

The paper fell to the ground as he lifted his eyes to you. He raised his hand to clear his throat. "Perhaps I… should come back to work here tomorrow. So that I won't be as busy during the festival." You raised a brow. "Or not. I'll get Thoma or Ayaka instead to–"

"I'm free Saturday."

Ayato's eyes grew wide. He tightened his lips together and you snorted as he struggled to hold back a smile. He nodded and quickly packed the rest of his papers before leaving your house.

The rain had stopped. The dim lampstands outlined his silhouette as he stood to stare back at your house once more, the man who sacrificed much to accomplish what he did over the years, the same boy you had loved dearly.

Perhaps fate would be kinder to the two of you this time around.

I hope you liked it. :) Fun fact: the textile business is a reference to the reader's occupation from my Kazuha drabble and the fishing business is the reader's from my Itto fic. I was too lazy to think of vendors so I used them. lol. Those two fics have completely different moods from this one though. :)

Please consider leaving a comment if you enjoyed this.

Edit: I wrote a fluffier part two here. :)

Maybe... jealous xiao?

he becomes jealous

xiao

Honestly? You thought it would take a lot to get Xiao jealous.

He knew you were loyal to him. I mean, you've already submitted yourself to him fully knowing you were a mere mortal and he could live thousands of years—would he really get jealous of any man that just so happened to get closer to you than he would like?

...The answer is yes. Yes, he would be.

He had always known him dating a human would lead a thorny path, and he didn't mind that in the slightest. For you, he would overcome all.

But sometimes, he gets insecure. He knew the time you spend was short lived, and you could easily detach yourself from him and live a normal married life with a mortal man. It was a future that promised certainty, meanwhile dating an adeptus promised the opposite.

Would you really be fine staying with him when you had clearly better options?

So yes. He thought his jealousy was quite justified when he saw you engaged in lively chatter with another guy.

Xiao was normally capable of pasting on a poker face no matter what the circumstances, but this time, he couldn't resist the urge to twitch his lips downward. His eyebrows arched low, and he felt his eyes narrow in distaste. (He did manage to keep the growl to himself, though.)

“I didn't think I'd run into you here, [Name]!” your male friend exclaimed in glee, grabbing both of your hands. Xiao's gaze turned impossibly hostile.

“Me neither...! How did you end up here?” you responded with equal amount of shock, also harboring the same joy your friend felt when he found you. “This is far from our town!”

“You know, just exploring a bit,” he replied with a laugh. “I discovered a few treasure chests from ruins. I got some good artifacts!”

“Wait, really?! Let me see!”

The only thing left keeping Xiao from pulling you away was the giant smile on your face. No matter how impatient he became (and how awful it felt to be neglected), he couldn't steal away your happiness.

...Even if it came in the form of an annoying twat who stole your attention. Fuck.

Finally, after what felt like years (it's only been ten minutes, but you can't blame Xiao for being overdramatic on this one), your friend had the decency to acknowledge his presence. “Who's that with you?” he asked with a tilt of his head, curious about your companion.

You perked up, brightening like the sun. “Oh, this is...!” you excitedly held Xiao's hand, and his irritation melted away. just a little. “Xiao! My, um...” you shyly trailed off. “Lover.”

Xiao paused, momentarily surprised with your straightforward answer. “Yes.” he wrapped an arm around your waist for good measure. “Lover.”

Your friend blinked, thinking for a few seconds, before a snicker spilled from his lips.

...Why.

“Nice to meet you. [Name] talks about you a lot,” he teased, and your ears flushed crimson. “It's great I got the opportunity to see you.”

“...Likewise,” Xiao responded hesitantly, in the most insincere voice he had, and found no reason to make his reply any longer.

Seeing his presence was unwelcomed, he cleared his throat. “Anyway, I'll be taking my leave now,” your friend announced, packing up his stuff. “Wouldn't want to get in your way.”

“In our way...?” you repeated, confused.

“Yes!” he affirmed, throwing your boyfriend a knowing look. “Your way.”

(Xiao had underestimated your friend too much, it seems.)

“I'll get going, then,” he waved farewell before disappearing into the distance. You waved back, yelling out ‘goodbye’ while Xiao remained silent.

“We best be on our way too,” he commented, resuming his walk towards your destination. You raised a brow from his quickening pace and rushed to keep up.

“What are you rushing for?”

“It's almost nightfall,” he replied simply. “We should hurry.”

That sounded fairly reasonable, so you nodded in response, thinking nothing was wrong.

Many minutes later and after all your attempts to strike up a conversation ended shortly with Xiao's three-worded answers, you felt like you needed to address the problem at hand.

“Hey... is something wrong?” you brought up timidly, fiddling with your fingers. “You seem upset.”

He glanced at you for a few seconds before turning away. “What are you talking about?”

“You're normally not chatty, but this time, it's worse...” you stated. “Can you tell me what's bothering you?”

“There is nothing to worry about.”

You puffed your cheeks, huffing in retaliation. “That makes me worry even more. You know, you've been grumpy ever since-”

Ever since... ever since what?

“...Ever since my friend came to talk to us?” you finished off your sentence in a questioning tone. The puzzle pieces clicked into place and you curled your lips into a teasing smile. “Don't tell me you were just-”

“Shut up,” he warned, all bark and no bite—obvious by the way the tips of his ears turned red from embarrassment.

“Oh, come on, Xiao, he was just a friend!” you giggled, patting his shoulder comfortingly. “You have absolutely nothing to worry about!”

“I beg to differ...” he murmured to himself, purposely facing to the side so you couldn't see his face.

“...Are you seriously upset, though?” you followed up, jeering tone withering away. “You know that I love you, right? And only you.” you held his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Tell you what, I'll do anything. What can I do to make you feel better, hm?”

He timidly faced your figure, interested in your bribery. “Anything?”

You held up a peace sign. “As long as it's something I can do, yup!”

He stared at you for a moment before pulling you to a nearby rock. He took a seat before hoisting you up on his lap, immediately burying his face into your neck while he looped his arms around your waist. “Let's stay like this... for a bit.”

“Oh, just a hug? Alright.” surprised from the easy request, you returned the embrace.

He hummed, bothered by your comment. “Why, would you be willing to do more?”

“I thought it would be more demanding,” you admitted, playing with the tips of his hair. “Since it's you.”

Provoked, he clicked his tongue and kissed your neck. “If you insist, then.”

when it's the right person but it's the wrong time

childe, diluc, kazuha and xiao x gn!reader

hcs, sfw, angst, modern!au, cw: breakups, idk no comfort i think, 866 words

reblog pls unless u wanna lose ur 50/50 bc im jinxing u

note: love life goes brrr ig 😧 kazuha is. is based from true events and very long bc i have favoritism. always rmb that some men r just shit tho 💞 diluc probs doesnt make sense but i hate writing for him in a way so idm. not proofread, dont mind any stupid errors

childe ;

it was a healthy relationship, sadly the timing for it wasn't exactly the best. you don't know how it happened, but things weren't working out for the both of you. it went wrong in many ways to the point you wonder how you get into a relationship. it wasn't a toxic relationship though, it's more like you both lost interest in one another and you both noticed it but went in denial. that's what caused you to have numerous arguments with childe, always yelling at each other when you call and in the end you'll just hang him up out of frustration with your feelings. you had second thoughts - had you truly loved him from the start? had he truly loved you from the start? you don't know at this point. all you know is that with one final call, you both ended things there and stopped communicating. it all went back to that one snowy night where you were still strangers to each other.

diluc ;

diluc was busy. he had always been, even before you met him he was already busy with many things. but he always made time for you, until lately he didn't. diluc always treated you right and you did the same for him, it's best to say that you two were in a very healthy relationship. so how could things just go wrong? maybe it's because you felt abandoned by him, or maybe it's because you were overthinking if diluc still held feelings for you. you refused to believe that you and diluc's relationship would go downhill. you two always fixed your problems with one another in the end - how is this situation any different from the past ones?

xiao ;

you were the one he trusted the most. the way you were always there for him always made him happy. but in this relationship, xiao was the problem. he didn't know how it all started but lately he felt like he wasn't deserving of you. hell, he even thought that you were just pitying him - but he knows you wouldn't be like that. how can your comforting words be an act of pity? so he believes that he himself is the problem. he's been dazing out recently, always seeming like he's in deep thought and when you ask him about it he'll say it's nothing. "liar." a voice in his head said. it took you a while to process what his words were on the day he finally decided to break up with you. you reached out to him, hand trying to grasp his but he pulled away, avoiding your gaze as you looked at him in hurt. you offered that you'll do better to understand him - to do better at loving him but he denied all of it. he wanted to have a break, to fix himself, to do better for you so he too can give back the love you give him. but in the end, you two really weren't meant to be in this time.

kazuha ;

you thought your feelings went platonic for him. but in truth you just fell out of love. kazuha did nothing wrong, you were the problem. he treated you well - always was by your side when you needed him and always would try his best to cheer you up if you're feeling down. you couldn't believe the fact that you fell out of love for him. so you insisted that your feelings just went platonic - you just can't accept how you fell out of love. kazuha noticed everything, how you've been acting distant lately, how you were getting a bit dry, everything was noticed by him when you didn't even realize it yourself.

and so you broke up, telling him how your feelings went platonic for him. "liar." you called yourself. but within at least 2 weeks later, you decided to say hi to him. you were nervous when you pressed send to a message that just said "hi" in your conversation with him. he was doing well thankfully, but you were a wreck. you hated how kazuha could still read you like a book, he asked if you were alright and you made him guess. and his guess was still accurate as ever - no, you weren't okay. you were a mess. 

as if nothing happened between you, he offered for you to rant at him like how he used to, which made you feel bad. how could you fall out of love for such a nice guy? he deserves better than this but he probably doesn't know it. you decided to just go off about work, saying how you were given too much work to do when it recently just started. you didn't know what he would say, but it just hurts even more when he offered to help you with it.

why, why was he still the same? did the past 2 weeks already make him get over what happened between you? even if you tried to fix things with him, you doubt it'll be the same. maybe, you two just really didn't work out for this time. and maybe you two were happier if things just didn't go wrong.

Autumn bliss in the Aosta Valley, Italy.