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If you guys missed it. Here’s the masterlist for my 2k follower event:https://primofate.tumblr.com/post/660401392610131968/2k-follower-event-masterlist Cinnamon Sugar Waffle (“I change my mind, I like you, okay?”) [MODERN AU]Characters: Scaramouche, Diluc, Xiao x fem!readerWarnings: not proofread, swearing and profanities, I got carried away with Scaramouche’s >_> Xiao’s is also a little different, it doesn’t really end with dating, but close enough, I think?Notes: I ran into a wall while writing this one. Specially for these boys. But thank you for the challenge! I must say, I think I wrote this one nicely… Not tryna brag but it DID take me a while XD Let me know what you think. Also, a note for everyone, if you want to be TAKEN OUT of the taglist, fill in the same google questionnaire and just type you want to be taken out of the taglist :D Scaramouche The two of you were like two opposites that were drawn together. People always wondered why someone like you would associate with someone like him. Charming and agreeable Y/N with gruff and harsh Scaramouche. The door to your classroom slides open with a loud CLACK, revealing none other than him. His uniform is untucked, he could get a demerit for that, his school bag thrown over his shoulder haphazardly. All eyes are on him. He might be smaller in stature compared to the other boys, but his presence was immense. His eyes land on you.“Oi, idiot, hurry up, get going,” He throws his thumb over his shoulder to signal he was going ahead. Your classmates look at you. Some of them surprised, some with pity in their eyes, some just amused. “H-Hey! Wait!” You scramble to pack your bag, just shoving everything you needed in there and ran out after him. “Scara!!” He wasn’t very far off, but you still pant when you reach him. “Tsk, you’re always so slow,” you frown and glare a little, “It’s because I have to think carefully which books I need to take home!” You glance at his bag, he’s holding it as if nothing’s in there. “Unlike you who doesn’t even take his homework seriously!” You chide and he smirks.“Oho, when did you start getting feisty?”“…Maybe because I spend too much time with you,” you mutter but he clearly hears it and he cackles. “Now you’re complaining? We’ve seen each other in diapers,” He’s relentless with his teasing remarks and harsh comments. But you were the only one who could really take them. You knew he never meant any harm. Today after school was quite special. He was going to get a new guitar, and you had to come with to help him choose. He’s had his old one for years and he finally saved up enough to get a new one. “…and then Tartaglia, that asshole, broke his drumsticks,” he was talking about his bandmates. You’ve met them before, a group of weird individuals who had their own little quirks. It was a little intimidating. Scaramouche didn’t seem too happy about you meeting them, actually.“Maybe this one…?” He picks out another guitar, by this point it’d been nearly an hour of looking. You tilt your head at it and shake your head. “No, mmm… how about…” You look around the music store, rows and rows of acoustic and electric guitars that passing your vision. “Oh! That one!” You point at a dark purple acoustic guitar, with a matte finish. “Looks like it’d suit you,” So he takes that one, and tries it out before deciding on it. You watch him play a calming melody on it. It was strange. How he was always so rough and sometimes loud but when he played the guitar he was a totally different person. Well… except when he was using an electric one.It was that guitar he ended up taking to band practice the next day. Little did he know that you’d also prepared an extra gift for him weeks before. A customized guitar pick, purple too, with his name painted and glossed on it. They were supposed perform in the school festival soon, and it was his first performance, so you thought it would be a good gift. “I don’t like Y/N like that,” you stopped at the door leading to the band room, it was slightly ajar, enough for you to hear everything. You didn’t tell him you were coming. “It’s disgusting, we’re practically siblings,” you step away from the door instinctively when you hear some of his band mates laughing. “So you’re okay if I go ask her out right now?” you don’t quite know who asks, but Scaramouche scoffs “Go ahead, the hell I care,”Your hold on the small velvet pouch where the guitar pick was in tightens. Turning away to walk back to your classroom, it doesn’t quite hit you that you were extremely hurt until it was nearly time to go home. He’d walk home with you, like always, but today, you wanted to disappear before he even arrived at your classroom.The door to your classroom once again opens with a loud CLACK. “Oi, idiot, I told you to hurry–” his eyes scan the classroom. Once, twice and another time. Then his shoulders slump. You’re not there.Strange. You never walked back by yourself. It was always with him. His face contorts into an annoyed glare, a irk mark would form on his forehead. He slams the classroom door close, and sprints towards the shoe lockers. He pants as he looks around and gets even more annoyed when he doesn’t find you there either. He whips his phone out and dials your number. You didn’t answer. Not even when he called three times.“What the… I swear–” He grumbles and ends up walking home by himself. The walk home was quiet. It was a little…empty. Even when he arrives home and rests his guitar on the wall, it’s a little strange. It’s incomplete. He can’t think of anything except you and it pisses him off. He clicks his tongue again and takes his phone out, attempting to call you once again.Nothing. He face plants on his desk. “The hell… is she avoiding me…?” What did he do wrong? Just yesterday you’d picked out the guitar for him, this morning you seemed totally fine too and he didn’t see you in the afternoon–His head perks up. ‘So you’re okay if I go ask ‘em out right now?’Without thinking much about it he dials Tartaglia’s phone. His band mate picks up with a cheerful, “What’sup?” “Did you ask Y/N out?” Scaramouche immediately asks. Tartaglia laughs on the other line, “Yeah, I did! I walked home with ‘em today!” Scaramouche stiffens up. You walked home with someone else other than him today. Why did that bother him so much? “A-And? That’s it?” Scaramouche further asks. “We’re going on a date tomorrow after school, I broke my drumsticks, remember? They’re gunna help me pick new ones!” Scaramouche nearly drops his phone in shock. You… were going to help someone else with their shopping. He grips his phone tight and presses it into his ear harshly. Someone else was going to enjoy your presence. Someone else was going to get to see your stupid thinking face while you try to pick out something. Pretty soon you’d be hitting and punching Tartaglia’s shoulder instead of his. “…Yo? Scaramouche?” Tartaglia notes the long silence on the other line. Scaramouche snaps back to reality. “…No,” “Huh?” Tartaglia asks.“No, you’re not taking Y/N out!” He ends the call and sprints out of his room, racing down the stairs to the front door, jumping on one foot while trying to pull his shoes on. Your house was nearby. He’d be damned before he lets you date Tartaglia. The sharp DING DONG startles you. You’re not even out of your uniform yet and your parents weren’t home. “Coming!” you shout and open the door without thinking much of it. Scaramouche has his hands on his knees, panting. Your mouth opens in wonder, watching him catch his breath. “You–” gasp “Did you–” gasp “agree to go on a date with that asshole?!” he whips his head up to glare at you and you reel back a little. “Uhm, what? No…?” you respond, wondering what in the world was happening.“Bullshit! Don’t lie to me!”You furrow your eyebrows at that and yell back “I’m not lying to you! Did you come here just to yell at me?!” Scaramouche is taken aback. You never take that tone towards him. “I’m going back in,” you turn away from him and pull the door to close it, but he wedges his foot in to stop you. “Oi! I’m here to talk to you damnit!” “About what?” You glare at him through the small gap at the door. “About why you didn’t wait for me after-school!” “I wasn’t feeling well so I went home quickly!” “Seriously, stop lying to me!”“…Scara…”Once again he’s surprised at the change of voice level. Suddenly he could  barely hear you, and you wouldn’t look him in the eye. “Could you just leave me alone for today? Please?”There’s a moment of silence between the two of you, and it aches. The fact that he has never been without you hits him so hard that there’s a little bit of panic in his veins. “…J-Just.. Just today,” he says, as if trying to convince you and himself that everything would be back to normal tomorrow. There must be a reason why this was happening, so he came to terms with letting you handle it yourself for now. He moves his foot away and your door closes almost immediately.He stays there for a while, feeling shut out and slightly lost. He sighs to himself, taking his phone out as he decides to go home. There’s a message from Tartaglia.“Dude, I was just joking. Don’t get your underwear in a twist,” He growls under his breath and swears he’ll knock some sense into Tartaglia tomorrow. But when tomorrow came, and as he sat at the band room absentmindedly strumming on his guitar, he found that he didn’t have the mood to do so. He couldn’t find you in the morning. He couldn’t find you in lunch time. There was a certain fear deep in him that he wouldn’t be able to find you anymore, at all. After-school, he tries again, he even runs to your classroom, but you weren’t there. He walks home with defeat again today. By the end of the week on Friday, he’s anxious. He felt like he was losing you and it was driving him crazy. So, he took it upon himself to ring your doorbell again, this time your mother answered. “Oh, Scaramouche! Haven’t seen you in a while!” Scaramouche rubs the back of his neck… “Hi Mrs. (last name)… Is Y/N in?” He wasn’t a stranger in your house. After all, his mother and yours were good friends. That’s how the two of you became friends too. “Yeap, upstairs, just go on in, I’ll be in the kitchen.”He’s nervous as he stands outside your door. It’s been four days that he hasn’t seen you, and yet it felt like forever. He knocks on your door and you easily say “Come in!” thinking it was your mother. He opens it to find you on your study desk, doing homework. You hadn’t noticed it was him, so he softly closes the door and just watches you concentrate. Pen in your mouth, bad habit of yours, but he found it cute sometimes. The way your hair frames your face. The way your brows furrow when you’re focusing. “What is it–” You finally pick your head up and turn, then freeze. “…Hey,” he sees you nervously swallow, and he wonders why. “Just… wanted to check in on you,” your put your pen down and nod, “Oh, yeah,” it’s awkward and he doesn’t know what to do with the silence. Neither did you. You didn’t quite expect this. “What…What’s happening?” Scaramouche finally asks. You turn to your homework, explaining “Oh, I was just doing some algebra–”“No, Y/N, to us. What’s happening to us?”You bite the inside of your cheek. “…Nothing. We just… Don’t you think we spend too much time together?” “So you don’t wanna hang out with me anymore?”“That’s not what I said–”“That’s exactly what you said,”“I–” Finally you bury your face into your hands. It was hard for you too. To realize that you must like him more than just a friend. No matter how much you tried to deny it all you could hear was him saying ‘it’s disgusting,’ “If I tell you will you leave me alone?”“Depends,” he shrugs, even with his arms crossed. He’s starting to get pissed. “It’s not digusting,” you start in a whisper. He tilts his head in confusion, eyes narrowing at you. “What?” “I don’t think it’s disgusting, that I like you,” It takes him a while to piece things together. Where is this disgusting thing coming from? And did you just say that you like him? His forehead is seriously scrunched up now. “Why would it be disgusti–” it’s as if his brain realizes it in slow motion.  “It’s disgusting, we’re practically siblings,” “…That… That’s not really what I wanted to say that time…” Scaramouche slowly explains. Realizing that your reason for avoiding him was that you overheard that conversation. His hands clasp into fists. He doesn’t know why he’s so angry at himself.“It doesn’t matter anyway Scaramouche, we’re just friends…” You mutter and continue doing your homework. “…I’ve told you, so can you leave me alone now?”He opens his mouth to say something, but is unable to think of a valid reason. He’s angry, but mostly frightened. This is what it comes to? Is what he was thinking. This is where you and him part ways? Like this? “Fuck this, I’m not leaving,” He plops on your floor stubbornly and glares at the back of your head. Your turn your head and incredulously stare at him. “What? You’re just gunna sit there? Fine, do that then,” and continue with your homework.“Why are you so–ugh. Fine!!” He stands up again, but this time he stomps toward your table and looks you eye to eye. “Fine! That’s exactly what I said, alright? B-But–” he grits his teeth and there’s an expression of desperation in his eyes. “But I take it back! I hate it! I hate it when Tartaglia keeps messing with my head telling me he’s gunna ask you out! It’s not just him! I hate it when I think of you with someone else!” For a moment you think that there’s a little bit of gloss in his eyes. “I haven’t seen you in four days! It felt like forever! I-I can’t be JUST friends with you anymore, it sucks!” Your eyes widen, your hand losing grip on your pen. “Go out with me,” Your jaw slowly opens in awe. Was he just doing this out of pity, or did he really feel that way? You take one look at his face and how he suffers and you know that it’s real. “I-Are you sure?” You ask and he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Were you even listening to anything I was saying? Yes, I’m sure. Didn’t you just say you like me too? Just say yes, damnit,”There’s a slight peach on his cheeks, and he’s looked away, pretending that the wall was interesting. Your head leans forward and touches his shoulder, you close your eyes cause you feel like it might just be a dream that was happening too fast, but he hesitantly wraps one arm round your shoulders, and you’re still awake. “…Fine, I’ll go out with you.” You finally answer as if you were forced, but there was a smile on your face. He sighs in relief pushes you back and flicks your forehead, “Don’t pull that disappearing shit on me again, I swear,”  You laugh a little and scratch your cheek in embarrassment, explaining that you didn’t know how to face him. The two of you fall into conversation rather naturally again. It was easy, since the two of you had basically been in each other’s presence since you were young. In the next moment, you’re grabbing the velvet pouch with the custom guitar pick in it and hand it to him. “It’s a good luck gift, for your first performance,” You eagerly watch as he opens it, takes it out, and becomes silent. His eyes are tracing the shape of the pick, and he looks at his name, nicely written in the centre. He can’t describe how happy he is, even if he didn’t show it. He thinks about using it on the school stage and gets a little giddy inside. You watch as his face starts to go red, then he covers his eyes and tilts his head back, possibly trying to hide his flushed face from you. “Fuck, I should’ve asked you out a long time ago,”Diluc“Why not just ask Y/N?” Kaeya takes a sip of water while he converses with his brother, his eyes glinting as he follows every expression on the red-head’s face. “Y/N? I don’t think it’d work out,” he said in a rather nonchalant manner. They’re in his office. In the middle of dropping papers off to Diluc, Kaeya suddenly had a great idea for Diluc.“It’s just to appease our mother. It doesn’t have to “work out”, brother,” He stands and leaves the glass of water behind. Diluc’s office was huge. The man had everything. A business inherited from his father. Wealth. And a thriving career. Everything… except one important thing, according to their mother. A girlfriend.Diluc sighs as he looks through the papers. “I understand mother’s concerns… but I’m not really interested in that kind of thing at the moment… I’d really like it if I just went at my own pace.”“Yeah, except you told her you found a girlfriend already!” Kaeya laughs at Diluc’s pissed off face. It was rare that his brother slipped up. He supposed that his brother was just too annoyed at their mother’s badgering, and finally, last time, during the family dinner. Diluc had blurted out, “I already have someone, mother,” Mostly because their mother was starting to make plans to arrange dates for Diluc. “And now she’s dying to see her!” Kaeya laughs again, slapping his knee in the process. “Kaeya if you’re all done here, get out,” Diluc sighs again and sends his brother a glare. Kaeya shrugs and waves a hand behind him. “I’m tellin ya ‘Luc, just ask Y/N. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind pretending,”What exactly did Kaeya mean that you ‘wouldn’t mind pretending’? Diluc wonders. The two of you were good friends since high school, but it wasn’t like it was anything more than friendship.He’d forgotten about the whole ordeal while working. He didn’t really have time to think about how to fool his mother that he had a date. Him being him, he probably should really just tell his mother the truth: he didn’t have anyone. But how? How, when he takes a break from work and looks at his phone, he reads a message from his mother.“I’m so excited to meet her! You’ll take her to tomorrow’s dinner right?”And just like that Diluc deflates. This was such a bad idea. He should’ve just kept his mouth shut.And so, that’s how he lands a phone call with you. You listen carefully as he explains the situation. Even laughed at it like Kaeya does and readily agree to be his “date” for the night. “Thanks, Y/N, I owe you one,” he says, phone wedged in between his shoulder and head, trying to open his car door. “Yep, you do! But uh…” you hesitate a bit. “I mean, you can’t keep fooling your mom like that…” You suggest. It really wasn’t his style, but you understood where he was coming from. Still, you had to point him to the right path. “Yeah… I’ll… figure that one out. I can’t quite imagine dating you for real anyway,” He said it offhandedly, but you were somehow secretly offended. You knew Diluc could be relaxed with his words when he was comfortable with someone, but still, it was a little surprising. Was it because he found you unattractive? Or your attitude was off? “Ahaha…” you managed to force a laugh out. When the dinner came around you wore a simple, pastel blue, a-line dress. Diluc picks you up at your house, he’s in a casual white, button up shirt, the top two buttons are undone though and his sleeves are rolled up, just for ease of driving. His pants are a dark brown, and his hair pulled up into the signature ponytail. He looks so good that you wish the two of you weren’t pretending. As you slip into the front seat of his black sedan, he does a double take, noting that you’ve done yourself up. Not that he didn’t think you were pretty, but with a bit of makeup and your hair down, it was quite charming. “So…what’s the rules?” You ask, smoothing your hair down, a little nervous. The thing is, you’ve already met Diluc’s family. Back in high school, when the three of you, with Kaeya, would do study sessions. It was mostly for Kaeya really. Diluc was pretty good with his studies. “Rules?” Diluc says as he finally pries his eyes away from you, focusing on the road. “You know, no kissing, no hand holding? Are all those allowed?” Diluc didn’t really think about that, he didn’t think there was a need for it. “I should be asking you that, I wouldn’t want to… impose,” he ends and you think about it for a while.“It’s not like we’d have to do those things, right? Well… As for me, just don’t kiss me on the lips…” You shrug. He blinks at that, but agrees. When the two of you are outside of his house–a rather modern and big one, by the way–he holds his hand out for you and you take it, twining your fingers with his. The warmth was really inviting, and his hands were firm yet comfortable at the same time.It was at that moment that you thought: This could be a mistake.“Hello there dear–” The maid answers the door, but his mother is waiting too. His mother’s eyes slowly widen and a big smile appears on her face. “Well if it isn’t Y/N! Oh, darling, I haven’t seen you in a while! Goodness, if it wasn’t for you Kaeya would’ve failed his math exams, I remember that like yesterday,” His mother goes off on a tangent, and Diluc watches as you eagerly converse with her. The smile on your face is genuine, and he appreciates that, even though this was just an act, you still treated his family with respect and authenticity. “Well, well, look who it is,” Kaeya is the next one who greets you, hands crossed over his chest. You grin back at him, “Your Math tutor, at your service,” you curtsy at him playfully and he chuckles, putting his hand out to you. “May I escort you to our dining room?” You’ve been there before, but Kaeya is just being playful. As you lift your hand, about to accept Kaeya’s offer, you’re tugged backwards. You’d forgotten that your other hand was entwined with Diluc’s, and it was him who had tugged you away. Kaeya’s eyebrow raises at his brother, though there’s a small glint in his eyes. “…I’ll take her there,” Diluc says quietly. “Oh? Well, suit yourself, brother,” Kaeya chuckles before disappearing into the large hallway, seemingly amused. Diluc doesn’t know what’s come over him. Seeing that you were about to hold Kaeya’s hand… It was a little unsettling. You blink up at him, wondering why he looked so lost in thought, still, you complimented him on his acting. “Wow, really playing the jealous part, huh?” You didn’t know that Kaeya was in on the act too.Diluc is stunned into silence.Jealous? He thinks to himself.Since when? Is his second thought. The incident repeats itself again, when Kaeya–Diluc is sure that he’s doing it on purpose now–tells you that “You have a little something over there,” the blue-haired man points at your cheek, maneuvers his hand so that it looks like he’s about to brush it off for you “Kaeya,” When Diluc looks at Kaeya, he already has a mischievous look on his face and is looking at Diluc eye to eye. “I’ll do it,” Diluc says, rather resentfully towards his brother, who smirks.“Look over here, Y/N,” You turn your head towards Diluc, curiosity still evident in your eyes. There’s a small crumb on the side of your lips. He cups your cheek gently and brushes it away with his thumb. The act is intimate. So much that it brings a hue of pink on your cheeks. We’re just acting, you remind yourself, before continuing to eat. The dinner table is lively. Their father isn’t there, had to stay late at the office, it seems. “So that’s where you get your hardworking streak from,” When you turn to him with such a bright smile and admiration in your eyes he wonders if you’d always been this way. “…Yeah,” is the only thing he could breathily reply. “Well I think we’re ready for a little bit of dessert aren’t we?” Their mother says, “Oh, I actually brought a little something today,” You say, politely asking one of the maids to bring out the cookies you got. They’ve done so, and even arranged it on a plate properly. You’re reminded again of how posh Diluc’s household was. His mother gasps, “Are these the cookies from that bakery at the town fair? Oh these are marvellous!” And it dawns on Diluc all too suddenly.You fit in so well.It’s like you were part of the family.Like it wasn’t all pretend.He’s silent as he drives you back home while you were just excitedly chatting about how it was nice to see Kaeya and his mother again. He stops the car outside your house, but as you’re about to leave, pulling the lever to the car door, he speaks up. “…Can I take you out again?”Your head whips back towards him, surprised. “Like, pretend, right?” There’s a moment of silence, Diluc opens his mouth to speak but closes it again. Then your eyes widen. You know what he’s trying to say. “Not… pretend… I mean… for real,”You sit back comfortably on the car seat, you feel like this is going to take a while to talk about. “But you… uh… you said you can’t quite imagine dating me for real…” You go back to the telephone conversation you had with him. He sighs at that and pushes his head back towards the car seat. “I–I don’t know why I said that, it’s just… We’ve been friends for a while, I just thought if something were to happen it should’ve happened a long time ago…” He rubs the side of his neck, not knowing where this conversation was going.“Well, you never really asked me out, so I thought you weren’t interested…” You trail off, watching him be awkward with himself. “…You mean to say if I asked you out in high school you would’ve said yes?” You’re silent for a moment, shifting in your seat slightly. Embarrassed of the high school crush confession you were about to make. “Well, yeah, I mean, you’re not bad…” You’re gorgeous, is what you wanted to say.Diluc lets out a breathy laugh. But he doesn’t regret it. He hardly thought high school was the right time for that kind of thing. “Well, I’m asking you now, for real. Still interested?” He suddenly gets a confident streak in him, it’s like a little bit of Kaeya showing through, reminding you that they were indeed, brothers. “Hmmm… I don’t know, am I?” You playfully ask, smirking at him and pulling on the lever of the car door again, but before you push it open, you lean forward and land a quick kiss on his cheek. “Thanks for taking me out tonight, ‘Luc. Text me when you’re home safe,” you whisper and finally climb out of the car. Rather than using words, Diluc realizes there were several other ways to express interest. He absentmindedly thumbs the cheek you kissed, shy smile on his face as he watches you wave at him and enter your house. XiaoClassmates. Other than that, there was nothing much between the two of you. Though, one could say that you were one of the nicest girls in class. Very quiet. Focused. Took your work seriously. Friendly.Xiao was exactly the same, except for the friendly part. He kept to himself, most of the time. You started to notice that Xiao was always the last pick. Group projects. Pair Work. Even in PE. No one wanted him in their team. Either that, or they begrudgingly took him.You didn’t quite understand why.Sure, he kept to himself. He had a really sharp gaze in his eyes. Almost like it could cut through someone. But he hadn’t done anything to make anyone wary of him. He was just… quiet. So when you’d finally mustered up the courage one day, and presented with the opportunity when the teacher said “You need to work in pairs” you tapped his shoulder and asked with a small smile. “Wanna work together?” He was shocked. It was the first time that he got picked. Then, in the next second, the shocked expression was gone, replaced by a frown. Still, he said “Sure,” You scheduled study sessions with him and he didn’t mind anything that you said at all. That project passed by smoothly and you came to know that he wasn’t a bad person. Just really quiet. The next few projects went the same way. “Do you wanna be in our group?”“Do you wanna be in our team?”“We still have space for one more!”It was always you who was asking. But still, because of that, people got to talking to him. In group settings, the other guys started to talk to him and he finally got to converse with other people. He didn’t think it would matter much to him, high school friendship, but he found that it was easier to survive and go through every day when he had companions. When he had someone who at least wasn’t repulsed by his presence. “Bye Xiao, see you tomorrow!” You wave at him as you walk home with your girl friends. He absentmindedly waves back at you, and gets up to get ready to go too, when one of the other guys slings their arm around Xiao’s shoulder, “We’re going to the arcade today, you should come!” He’s dumbfounded. Since when did he become accepted?Every day, it’s as if life was a little easy on the shoulders for him. Suddenly he wasn’t alone. There were people around him who actually liked and understood his brooding ways. And in the centre of that?His head turns to look at you huddled with your friends while you were eating lunch. You opened up his world. He was quite sure of that.But with his world opened up, not everything that came with it was good. High school came with a lot of different things. Both friends and enemies. His back slams on the wall as another classmate pushes him against it. “Now that you have friends you think you’re so cool, huh?”Xiao only levels his gaze at the bully. “…I never said that,”“You sure act like it!” And his jaw gets hit painfully, leaving him on the floor, lip bleeding. The next morning he shows up to school with gauze plastered on his cheek. Lip bruised. You take a look at him but didn’t have the chance to ask. You only did so after-school, when you had the chance to walk up to him and ask. “Xiao, are you ok? Did something happen?” You ask.He grits his teeth. He can’t help but be angry at you. If he had stayed as he was, like before, keeping to himself. This wouldn’t have happened. He shakes his head, not wanting to talk about it. Not wanting to talk to you. “…If someone’s bothering you maybe you should–”“Shut up.”His guy friends turn to listen to the conversation the two of you were having. Xiao is glaring at you with anger in his eyes. “Shut up. Leave me alone. Stop being so annoying all the time, I don’t need you watching over me!” You step back, face blank. “O-Oh, okay,” then, silently, you head back to your table and grab your bag, disappearing out of the door in moments.“…A little harsh, I’d say,” Xingqiu says while patting Xiao’s shoulder. Xiao swerves his head to look at his group of guy friends. They’re still there and they’re all just looking at him and waiting. Were they not deterred? Disgusted by what he just said? Shouldn’t they be leaving him alone now?Gorou punches a fist on his own hand. “Alright, Xiao, we’ll beat you up later for yelling at Y/N like that, but right now let’s go find the guys that beat you up, eh?”And then he understands. The world that you’ve opened up for him may have some bad things in them… but the good far outweighed it. He instantly regrets snapping at you. “…S’not worth it…” Xiao says, rubbing his shoulder. Chongyun shrugs, “Well, the least you could do is point them out, so we can watch out for them next time,” How his friends knew that it was someone from school, he would never know, perhaps it was just their instinct.The next few days is spent with Xiao stealing glances from you. You seem to be fine, still talking to your friends happily. Still, he can’t get the guilt off of his chest. When the next pair work presents itself Xiao turns around to try and ask you, but you’d already asked one of your girl friends. “Xiao, pair up with me,” Gorou says, and Xiao could only agree, eyes still watching you converse with your friend. His friends start to notice that he’s a little more miserable than normal, they figured it had something to do with you. “Have you apologized to her yet, Xiao?” Xingqiu asks as the group walks towards the town centre. “…No,” he averts his eyes. “Ah, so that’s why you’re so upset. She hasn’t talked to you in a week!” Gorou laughs and Xiao only glares at him. “…She seems to be fine, so I’ll leave it like that.”“She might be fine, but are you?” Xingqiu yet again chides his friend. Xiao is hesitant to answer and that was an answer enough for the group of friends. So come Monday, when you were the student on duty, responsible for cleaning up the classroom and wiping the board clean before you go home. Xiao’s group of friends urges him to stay behind and help you. Xiao watches, slightly sweatdropping as Chongyun gives him a thumbs up from the door. Xingqiu waving a hand to “shoo” him away. Gorou grinning widely and mouthing “good luck!” as the three of them shut the door, leaving only you and him behind.You hadn’t even noticed. You were just checking your books and bag, until you see another pair of shoes come into sight. Your eyes trail up and see Xiao there, looking away, yet seemingly wanting to say something. “…Xiao?” You ask. Truth be told, you took what he said to heart but had the same thought process as him. He looked fine, so you left it at that. He mumbles something, but you couldn’t hear and politely ask him to repeat it.“Sorry,” he repeats a little louder. “You’re not annoying,” he explains, and that was more than enough for you. You don’t question his reason for saying it, but he offers it up himself. “I was just… pissed off, that time,” you nod, accepting his explanation easily. “I’d never hate you,” You straighten up a little at his words, wondering why your heart was starting to quicken. “You chose me when no one else did, so I… I’ll always…” There’s a hint of red on his cheeks, and he doesn’t meet your gaze, but his words are clear and sincere. “I’ll always cherish you for that,”Something in your heart blooms. Something that you never knew was there. 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